Hard to be a master

Tired for a while, Shen Ziliu finally let go of Guan Jingxuan and stood up straight, looked down at him, and said: "When the disciple is not around, the master must take good care of himself, remember to take the medicine given by Master Sun on time. If you are in trouble or miss the disciple Master will use the sound transmission ring to call me. Every year on New Year's Eve, the disciples will definitely come back, and Master will wait for me."

Hearing Shen Ziliu's words, as if he was about to leave soon, Guan Jingxuan couldn't help asking: "When do you plan to start retreat?"

Shen Ziliu said: "Tomorrow, pack up your things and put them in the cave."

Guan Jingxuan was slightly surprised: "So fast?"

It's normal for Zi Lan to leave as soon as she says, but every time Shen Ziliu wants to leave his side, he always procrastinates for a long time and cannot get out. This time, he is so crisp and quick this time, which makes Guan Jingxuan a little strange.

There was a trace of grievance in Shen Ziliu's eyes, and he said: "I can't help it, if I stay with Master for a few more days, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear to leave."

Guan Jingxuan shook her head with a smile, then took out the sword tassels they bought in Taoyuan Town from the Qiankun bag, and tied it to Shouxin's hilt for Shen Ziliu with her own hands.

"Xiao Liu's talent is extraordinary, and this spirit sword is like no other in a thousand. It will not take long to cultivate the sword spirit. With the blessing of the psychic jade soul, you can communicate with the sword spirit earlier."

Shen Ziliu looked at Jiansui, then at Guan Jingxuan, and asked curiously, "Did Master get out of the magic weapon after dreaming?"

Guan Jingxuan said: "I have completed it, but I only saw it once as a teacher."

Shen Ziliu asked, "Why?"

Guan Jingxuan rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and said: "Firstly, I don't have much time to fall asleep as a teacher, and secondly, Qi Ling's temperament is more or less influenced by the master, so the child doesn't like to come out to join in the fun. Time rests on the flute."

Shen Ziliu smiled and said, "That's indeed very similar to Master."

It was night, Guan Jingxuan couldn't stand Shen Ziliu's soft and hard torture, and let him go to her bed.Shen Ziliu was also very well-behaved, he just put his arms across Guan Jingxuan's waist, leaned against his neck and fell asleep with his feet.Guan Jingxuan was still a little uncomfortable at first, but after listening to Shen Ziliu whispering some innocuous words in his ear, he gradually relaxed, and fell asleep unconsciously.When I woke up the next morning, my side was empty.A pot of porridge was warming on the table, and a note was pressed under the bowl, which read instructions and farewell.

Guan Jingxuan took out a bowl of porridge and took a spoonful into his mouth. The familiar taste made him suddenly feel a little disappointed.

He was the only one in Qingmengyuan, which had been bustling for a while.

Guan Jingxuan has long been used to living alone, so she didn't feel much at first. No one cared about her days, but she was free and leisurely.

Half a month later, he received the first letter from Zi Lan, which only consisted of a few brief lines of greetings, and attached a branch of golden lotus that was cultivated by magic.Guan Jingxuan found a bottle and inserted the golden lotus into the front hall, adding a touch of freshness to the front hall.

Another month later, Zi Lan sent back a second letter.The letter said that he had arrived near Shenwu Mountain and was trying to solve the maze at the foot of the mountain.This time the letter came with a pack of Pu'er, Guan Jingxuan brewed a pot immediately, the fragrance of the tea refreshed the spleen, and the taste of the tea was long.

On the day of heavy snowfall, Zi Lan's third letter arrived unexpectedly.Zi Lan finally solved the maze at the foot of Shenwu Mountain, and met a fellow Taoist who also wanted to go up the mountain.Zi Lan wrote in the letter that the Taoist friend and Uncle Sun looked somewhat alike, and I wondered if he was the uncle's illegitimate child.Guan Jingxuan couldn't help laughing at it, thinking that the next time I see Sun Yumo, I must tease him about this matter.

Folding the fox fur that Zi Lan sent back with the letter and putting it in the cabinet, Guan Jingxuan put on a cloak and prepared to go to the medicine house.Before Sun Yumo left, he gave him a task: to go to the medicine house to pour water on the dream marigold in his room once a month.In fact, Sun Yumo's Mimeng Jinzhan has always been taken care of by his disciples, and now Guan Jingxuan is entrusting this job to him to come out and walk around from time to time, and let Shufeng take his pulse to see if he has followed the doctor's orders Take care of yourself.Guan Jingxuan knew that Sun Yumo cared about him, so she didn't refuse.

As soon as she pushed open the gate of Qingmengyuan, she saw light snow falling outside at some point. Guan Jingxuan pulled up her cloak and hat and put it on her head. After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped and turned around.He hadn't gone far, and Qingmengyuan was still clearly visible in the light snow. A string of footprints were printed on the snow, extending from the gate to his feet, giving off a lonely smell.

The falling snow is silent, and everything is silent.Looking at Qingmengyuan with the closed gate through the flying snow, Guan Jingxuan suddenly missed Shen Ziliu for some reason.

Several months have passed since he retreated.Unlike Zi Lan who sent messages back from time to time, Shen Ziliu did not send back a single word in the past few months.In fact, this is also normal. A monk chooses to retreat in order to get rid of all external influences. If he keeps in touch with the outside world all the time, the meaning of retreat will be lost, and his practice will also be affected.

Guan Jingxuan was very aware of this, but she couldn't control the concern in her heart.There are still a few things that are not the same as in the past, and the afterthoughts... longing.