Hard to be a master

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Shen Ziliu finally got over his breath, struggled to get up from the ground, and continued to stumble towards the outside of the mass grave.It seemed that he didn't understand where he was, and he didn't know where he was going. He just wanted to escape from this place according to his instinctive desire to survive.Occasionally tripping over corpses and dry branches on the ground, Xiao Shen Ziliu lay on the ground and had to pant for a long time before he could stand up again.Guan Jingxuan followed behind him without saying a word. Although she didn't have the urge to step forward to help him, she couldn't help frowning frequently.

It took about an hour, and Xiao Shen Ziliu, who was already injured all over his body, finally left the mass grave, then fell down on the side of the road and passed out, and the scene Guan Jingxuan was in was immediately distorted.After a while, the scene in front of him returned to normal, and the mass grave disappeared without a trace, replaced by a small thatched hut built by the river.

It is said that the thatched cottage actually beautifies it. To be precise, it is more like relying on a ruined wall to prop up a few wooden sticks, and then put some thatch on it, which can be used as a shelter from the wind and rain.Outside the thatched hut stood a broken iron pot that was almost unusable. The water in the pot was a little cloudy, and there were some things floating in the water that I didn't know whether it was leaves or vegetable leaves. In short, it didn't look like food that could be eaten.The shells and cores of wild fruits were scattered on the ground around the broken pot, as well as half of the tails and animal paws that had begun to rot. Judging from the size and shape, they seemed to belong to voles.

Guan Jingxuan stood calmly outside the thatched cottage and waited for a while, then saw a thin man in dirty coarse clothes and with knotted hair coming out of the thatched cottage with a bowl with a big hole in it.He walked to the river and looked into the river, then looked up to the sky, then walked back to the thatched cottage and yelled "ahah" to the thatched cottage door a few times.Seeing this, Guan Jingxuan paid a little attention to his tongue, and soon found that there was only a short piece of tongue left in his mouth.

Not long after the mute yelled at the door, there was a rustling sound in the thatched cottage. After a while, he saw a small figure slowly dragging a wooden tub that was big enough for him to use as a bathtub. Slowly move out of the hut.Guan Jingxuan took a few steps forward, and when the child dragged the tub to the river out of breath and stood up straight, Guan Jingxuan recognized the child as Shen Ziliu without any surprise.It's just that Shen Ziliu at this time looks younger than what he saw in the mass grave just now, not more than three years old at most.Although he was also very thin at this time, there was still some flesh on his cheeks, with some milkiness unique to young children, even in ill-fitting and worn-out clothes, he still looked cute.

There were a few things that were probably clothes piled up in the tub, and Guan Jingxuan could not help being a little surprised when he approached and smelled a faint fragrance of cedar wood.This smell is emitted from the wooden basin. Cedar wood is hard to come by and expensive. Ordinary people generally don't have such good wood, let alone a dumb person who can't even afford to live in a decent house.

It is naturally impossible for a two or three-year-old child to wash clothes by himself. After Xiao Shen Ziliu placed the wooden basin, the mute handed him the dirty bowl with half a bowl of water in the iron pan, and Xiao Shen Ziliu put his hands in his hands. He took the broken bowl and drank it happily, while watching the dumb lazily start to wash clothes, his eyes sparkled with eagerness.After drinking the bowl of "soup" made from unknown ingredients, Xiao Shen Ziliu put down the bowl and went to the mute, imitating the mute, rolled up his sleeves and dragged the hem of a piece of clothing in the basin, kneading it chaotically, playing with it. It was such a joy.The mute looked back at him halfway, his eyes were full of undisguised boredom and impatience.

The space was suddenly distorted again, and when the vision returned to normal again, Shen Ziliu standing in front of Guan Jingxuan was alone again.But at this time, he was older than before, with an appearance of eight or nine years old, dark and thin, his facial features were closer to him now, and his eyes were always vigilant and vigilant.

Guan Jingxuan followed him, watching him plan wild vegetables in the wild to satisfy his hunger, watching him secretly digging sweet potatoes in the field, being caught by Tian Han, beating him up and throwing him into the river, watching him for a piece of swill outside the restaurant The beggars who were older than him fought the chicken legs found in the bucket, watched him being driven out of the ruined temple by the scavengers who occupied the ruined temple on a thunderstorm night, watched him being chased away by the vicious dogs set by the young master of the rich family a few streets...

Guan Jingxuan has never been a person full of sympathy. After entering Kunlun to practice Taoism, he gradually realized that everyone has their own destiny.

After the space was distorted for the last time, everything was instantly swept into the monstrous flood, and soon everything was swallowed up by darkness.While ups and downs in the darkness, Guan Jingxuan heard many different voices ringing in his ears.

"...Are you sure you want to do this? Actually, I can take him back to take care of you."

"Thank you, but there is no need, let God decide the fate of this child."

……

"Huh? Where did you steal the little doll, dumb?"

"..."

"Tub? Do you mean it floated with the water? Let me see... Hey, there is a note in the swaddle...'Shen Ziliu'? Is this the child's name?"

"..."

"Forget it, forget it, you don't know if you ask me. Let it go, let it go, this name suits this child quite well. But you always count on one meal, I'm afraid you won't be able to support this child... "

……

"Oh, you are really willing to be dumb, you have brought up a child for several years and sold it as soon as you said it."

"There's nothing he can't bear to part with. The left and right are just picked up and raised like little beasts. It's not a loss if they can exchange some money in the end."

"All right. Here, here is fifty coins, and I'll take this child away—for what? Eighty coins? What daydream are you doing! This child is thin and small, and it will take us a lot of money to bring it back. It takes a while to sell it, if it wasn’t for your poor dumbness, I wouldn’t give you fifty cents. Will you sell it? If you don’t sell it, hurry up and take it away!”

……

"Pfft! I said why did the dumb man sell the child so simply, it turned out he was sick!"

"Throw him to the mass grave first, don't infect other cubs, otherwise we will really lose a lot."

"Mass grave? But isn't he still breathing?"

"If it is burned like this, if you don't die today, you will die tomorrow. Throw it away early to avoid bad luck."

"Okay, let's go find that dumb man after losing this little bastard!"

……

When Shen Ziliu woke up, he found himself lying flat on the grass in the front yard with Guan Jingxuan's legs as his pillow.Guan Jingxuan leaned against the maple tree in the yard, flipping through a book unhurriedly, with one leg slightly bent to make the pillow more comfortable.

Seeing Shen Ziliu open his eyes, Guan Jingxuan smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

Shen Ziliu was stunned for a moment, then sat up abruptly, and said with shame on his face, "The disciple fell asleep just now?"

Guan Jingxuan put down the book and patted his head, and comforted him: "Xiao Liu has been studying very hard these days, it's okay to be able to sleep for a while, don't be so nervous. I saw you sleeping soundly just now, but what kind of dream did you have? ?”

Shen Ziliu frowned and recalled for a while, then slowly said: "The disciple seems to have had a dream, but after waking up, he doesn't remember anything."

Guan Jingxuan said with a smile: "It's okay not to remember, the dream is too beautiful to wake up and often feel lost, the most important thing is to cherish the present moment."

Only then did Shen Ziliu relax a little, nodded and said, "Master taught you well."

"Master, I just thought about it. Since Xiaoliu doesn't want anything, I have something that I can give you as an apprentice gift." Guan Jingxuan took out the white jade flute from his sleeve while talking, Said: "This flute is called 'Entering the Dream'. It is the master's natal spiritual weapon. It is made from a piece of thousand-year-old cold jade in Kunlun's 'Dongtianfudi'."

Speaking, Guan Jingxuan untied a jade pendant tied to the end of the jade flute, and said: "This jade pendant is made of the same piece of cold jade. In addition to having the effect of purifying the mind and calming the mind, it can also protect the wearer from Dreaming and all the hypnotic artifacts or magical effects that are inferior to dreaming. Oh, yes, I heard from the person who made this flute that this jade pendant and Dreaming are connected with each other and can respond to each other. But I got this spiritual weapon for myself. I have been tying the jade pendant to the dream, but I have no chance to see how the two interact with each other."

Guan Jingxuan straightened the red spikes that fell under the jade pendant, then handed the jade pendant in front of Shen Ziliu, and said: "Today, as a teacher, I will give this jade pendant to you, firstly, I hope it can keep you safe, and secondly, I hope you will remember, Xiaoliu, that although you are not very capable as a teacher and cannot teach you much, from the moment you call me Master, you are no longer alone. No matter what happens in the future, as long as you need me, I will do it for you. The teacher will definitely be by your side."

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