I wanted to embrace my master and return home

"........."

For a moment, all the disciples were silent, and at the same time felt a chill rising behind them.

Elder Ming Ting said to copy a hundred times, in fact, everyone has loopholes to exploit, often copying seventy or eighty times can pass the test after a while, and the Lord said a thousand times, that is a real thousand. Over and over, who dares to cheat.

"... Gu Mou, why are you so vicious, a thousand times? Did someone copy it?" Elder Cang Mo pretended to be unfair, and turned to ask them: "Is this how he usually punishes people? Has someone copied it a thousand times?" all over?"

"Back to the elders... yes."

"The disciple has copied it..."

"Brother, disciple also copied."

"Back to the elders, the Lord is for our own good. After copying it a thousand times, we can memorize the entire Heart Sutra. When we break through the cultivation base, we will be able to do it with ease, and there will be no possibility of going crazy. !" A "sensible" big disciple cupped his fists and said.

"...It's so good, I won't be taking you to the peak for a meeting these few days." Elder Cang Mo's mouth twitched, holding back a smile.

"Ouch..." The disciples behind him let out a long sigh in unison.

The bright sun was hanging high, making people a little hot and dry, Zhang Sichen looked towards the direction of the dormitory, and frowned slightly: "Why hasn't Sirun come yet?"

A young disciple: "Brother Si Run went to the back mountain and said he would come later."

Hearing this, Zhang Sichen sighed calmly.

"During the time I've been back, I seldom see him practicing kung fu. Those spirits in the back mountain meeting are hardworking." Gu Mou said coolly.

Zhang Sichen paused, and slowly bowed his hands in salute: "My lord, forgive me. It's because Sichen didn't discipline him well. Sirun's talent is mediocre. Even if he practices diligently, he is often unsatisfactory."

"Do you know what kind of ghosts he is going to meet when he repeatedly steps on the back of the mountain?"

Zhang Sichen said hesitantly: "It's probably...the locust tree demon named Xiangyi."

Gu Mou seldom knew these things in life. Hearing this familiar name, he tilted his head and thought for a while: "The locust tree demon is the biggest locust tree in the back mountain?"

He still remembered that when he saw the tree demon last time, he had to accept her kindness to enter the underworld as he wished. Even if it was a locust tree, a tree demon who could achieve this psychic skill must have a high level of cultivation.

Zhang Sichen listened, but did not give an affirmative answer: "I don't know about it, but the tree demon seems to have a low level of cultivation. It is obviously a locust tree, but it doesn't have any yin energy on it."

Gu Mou was taken aback: "How could this be?"

At this moment, Yushu, who had been listening attentively, smiled in vain, and said in a clear voice, "My lord doesn't know that locust trees are evil in nature, and when interacting with people, they always appear cold, so in order to make more friends , Many locust tree demons will deliberately suppress their own yin energy, and those with higher cultivation bases can achieve no yin energy."

Gu Mo thought thoughtfully: "So that's how it is."

As he said that, Zhang Sirun's figure came quickly from the path, his chest heaved slightly, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead: "An, I kept Chen Xianjun waiting for a long time!"

"Look at you, you're sweating all over before you leave." Zhang Sichen took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead helplessly.

"Ah, I forgot to pack my bags!" Zhang Sirun exclaimed, and turned to go back, but was stopped by Zhang Sichen: "I knew you were a forgetful person, and I packed them for you yesterday."

Zhang Sirun got used to it, took his hand and shook it, his eyes were crooked with a smile: "Thank you brother, brother is the most reliable in the world!"

Gu Mou spoke from the side, his tone somewhat probing: "Just now, did you go to see the locust tree demon?"

"Return to the lord, I didn't see you." Zhang Sirun turned to him and stood up, shaking his head.

"Why?"

"I heard from other tree demons that Miss Xiangyi went down the mountain a few days ago."

He deliberately went to say goodbye, but in vain, Zhang Sirun was not angry, but only showed confusion: "It is different from the day when she goes down the mountain every month."

After hearing this, the disciples who saw him off said in unison—even the day when the girl goes down the mountain every month is clear, why don't they...

Then a female disciple with an unrestrained personality teased: "Then how many days does she go down the mountain every month, and how many days does she go down the mountain?"

While thinking, Zhang Sirun replied honestly: "About four or five days..."

"—Pfft!" Several female disciples widened their eyes in amazement, looking at me and you, almost laughing on the spot.

"As for the days... what are you laughing at?! I'm a senior brother, I'm so disrespectful!!" Zhang Sirun didn't understand why they were laughing so wildly, he was a little out of breath, his fair little face was slightly red, and he stood beside him Yang Chubao also looked puzzled, and looked at him in blank dismay.

"I go down the mountain once a month..." Gu Mou frowned, pondering over this sentence, always feeling something was wrong, but he didn't figure it out.

He is only good at how to kill demons, but rarely understands their living habits.

"By the way, good day Yu Shaozong, good day Junior Brother Chubao, have you eaten yet?" Zhang Sirun greeted the two of them with a smile.

Yang Chubao was a little flattered: "Good day, brother, we have eaten."

"I haven't given a word of praise yet, Young Master Yu is very elegant, and the painting that day was really good, but it's a pity that someone took it away." Thinking of that painting, Zhang Sirun showed regret.

"What's so difficult about this? If senior brother likes it, Shubai will draw a better one for senior brother."

Yu Shubai was full of smiles, and was dressed in a bright yellow robe. Except for the silver and white auspicious cloud trim around the neckline, and a string of white jade rings inlaid with gold at the waist, there was no other decoration. Most of the fabric of the robe was made of gold thread, and the gold thread was intertwined With the low-key silver thread, it is luxurious yet elegant.

Gu Mou looked at him in surprise: "Have you ever been to the back mountain?"

Yu Shu's long eyelashes are thick, like a feather fan, casting a shadow under his eyes when he is not moving, he nodded seriously: "Yes, the student was on a whim that day, and he heard that Tianfu Houshan was interesting, so he brought his painting tools. I happened to meet Miss Xiangyi playing a game with Senior Brother Zhang, so I drew these beautiful scenery."

He has been to the back mountain, and he also made acquaintance with the tree demon and Si Run in advance, but he didn't mention it in front of me.

Also, what kind of friends did he meet outside, why should he tell him?

To him, I am just an elder whom I just met, and it would be an exaggeration to say that I am a casual acquaintance.

Gu Mou thought to himself, a bitter taste came out on the tip of his tongue, he turned his head and closed his eyelids, dismissed the disciples who were seeing him off, and said coldly to Zhang Sirun, "I won't say much else, there is a degree in dealing with people and monsters, the people of the Pavilion of Heaven's Abundance You know the rules."

The Pavilion of Tianfu has always taught disciples to be magnanimous, think more, never kill innocent people indiscriminately, and pay more attention to the word "tolerance". It is a place full-time to exorcise demons and demons, but there are many spirits and monsters in the back mountain, all of which rely on absorption. The essence of aura in the mountains is cultivated, and the top of the mountain is guarded by the Demon Town Tower, so no one dares to make mistakes.

Unlike other family-style sects, Tianfuzhige is derived from Taoist temples, and only accepts disciples from outsiders. Naturally, it does not allow disciples in the sect to have too close contacts. Or those who need Hui people to inherit their family business can leave the mountain after graduation.

Hearing the Lord's words, Zhang Sichen's face turned pale, and thinking of how often his younger brother met "friends" in Houshan on weekdays, he also felt that it was inappropriate, so he gave him a dissatisfied look.

Zhang Sirun's big eyes were pressed down, a little aggrieved: "Disciple understands..." But he said in his heart: "It's just a friend, why be so nervous."

Both Zhang Sirun and Yang Chubao were chilled by the sudden cold air from Gu Mou's body, but Yu Shubai was still smiling, with the tails of his eyes raised, adding a touch of nobility, which complemented his extravagant yellow robe, not like the young master, but like It's the little son of the emperor's family who came out for a tour.

Elder Cang Mo looked at it for a long time, and suddenly he was amused: "Gu Mou, look at Yu Shaozong's outfit today, it is almost the same as when you were young."

Although Yu Shubai didn't understand why, he also laughed along, looked at Gu Mou's black body, and couldn't believe it in his eyes: "Is what the elder said true?"

"It's absolutely true. At your age, Chen Xianjun dresses more luxuriously than you. Not only do they use gold thread, but they also like threads made of bird feathers, and buttons made of pearls from Penglai shark..."

"Ahem..." Gu Mou couldn't listen anymore, he wished he could block Cang Mo's chattering mouth with the flagon in his hand.

Yu Shubai was very surprised, his beautiful phoenix eyes were full of disbelief, no one who saw Gu Mou's current appearance would never have imagined that he had such a bright and public period of time.

For people of this generation, it is difficult to imagine what Chen Xianjun looked like when he laughed wantonly. He just stood there without speaking, and it made people feel a chill.Gu Mou's appearance is very handsome in the traditional sense. The position of his facial features is as standard as that of a statue. His eyebrows are deeply arched and the corners of his eyebrows are long. Maybe it's because of his thin lips. The black clothes have never changed, which gives people a feeling of inhumanity.

"Yes, I also remember that at that time, Chen Xianjun's dressing style was the same as Yu Shaozong's." Zhang Sirun interjected, no one else had seen it, but he had seen it since he was a child.

If Chen Xianjun put on his cousin's clothes... I can't imagine, Yang Chubao shuddered silently.

"From this point of view, the student's dress today is presumptuous."

Yu Shubai suddenly thought of something, lowered his head to plead guilty, his long eyelashes trembling slightly: "Chen Xianjun and the elders of the Ming court are dressed in elegant and decent clothes, but the students... really don't think carefully. When mother buys clothes for the students, the most low-key thing is the body This one."

He looked extremely helpless, but Gu Mou was startled by his gesture of saluting. He quickly stretched out his hands to straighten him up, and opened his mouth a little knotted: "It's okay, it's... pretty."

"Chen Xianjun..." Yu Shubai looked at him with bright eyes, and said softly, "Thank you Chen Xianjun."

Elder Cang Mo: "..."

I haven't seen you for a few days, why do I feel like I missed so much, when did Gu Mou and Yu Shubai...befriend?