fell into a pit book

"Hang Huan, He Huan... yes, who gave it to you?"

Hang Hehuan complained inwardly: "Who else would come up with it, the author of the cheating book!" She couldn't really answer like that, but she was not the original Hang Hehuan, so she didn't even know who the name was in the book He could only imitate Xiao Qianhua and lower his head in silence.

It was Leng Qingjue who blocked Sheng Maojing's inquiring thoughts, "Brother."

Sheng Maojing knew what Leng Qingjue meant, and immediately waved his hand, "Forget it, I just asked casually. I was worried that the two of you would not accept the first disciples, but I didn't expect to bring them all at once. "

After finishing speaking, he touched the shriveled pocket sewn on the cloth, and took a long time to pull out two things.

Sheng Maojing smiled and handed it over, "It's not a good thing, so let's make a meeting gift for you two apprentices."

Monk Leng Qingjue and Shang Qingchen took it on behalf of Hang Hehuan and Xiao Qianhua respectively, and thanked them.

"Then go back, I haven't finished digging my land yet, so I won't send you off!"

Shang Qingchen touched the extraordinary material in his hand, feeling very happy, "Brother, why are you polite? If you are too busy, just ask us to help."

"No need, just such a small piece of land, very quickly."

Leng Qingjue slightly bent over, "Brother, farewell."

"Well, let's go..."

As soon as Sheng Maojing finished speaking, Leng Qingjue pulled Hang Hehuan and left Qiongshou Mountain.Shang Qingchen took Xiao Qianhua and ran back to Jingxu Mountain.Only Sheng Maojing, who was wearing a patched cloth, was left, looking thoughtfully at the direction they were leaving.After a while, a little red sparrow landed on his shoulder and chirped several times.Sheng Maojing nodded, "I see, tell him I'll be there soon."

After receiving Sheng Maojing's words, the little sparrow fluttered its wings, screamed again, and then flew away.

Seeing that the little sparrow had disappeared, Sheng Maojing sighed and said to himself, "Hey, it's another trouble..."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the highest point of the mountain, and the patched cloth clothes on his body also changed into a light gray Taoist cloak, and the strips of cloth that tied all his hair on top of his head disappeared, replaced by A shiny black wooden hairpin, tied half of the hair and left half behind the head.The feathers are elegant, the hair moves with the wind, and the air of birth is natural.

Looking from this back view, he really looks like a Taoist banished immortal, but it's a pity that Hang Hehuan can't see it anymore.On the contrary, the image of the middle-aged man in the short jacket was deeply engraved in her heart.

Leng Qingjue took Hang Hehuan back to Wanji Mountain, but he had nothing to say.

It's just that Shang Qingchen led an 11-year-old child back to Jingxu Mountain, who was still the first disciple, and soon spread the word to all the Wanhua Mountain Gates.

To the south of Wanhua Mountain Gate is Qingyuan Mountain.

The owner of Qingyuan Mountain who held a copper scale with some flowers in his hand, and the grand elder of Wanhua Mountain Gate who was both practicing medicine and morality to save lives and heal the wounded, Fu Lisu, the copper scale in his hand fell to the ground with a slap, and stared at his chief The eldest disciple looked in disbelief, "What did you say?!! Your Uncle Shang brought back a first disciple??!"

Lu Jinger, a disciple of Qingyuan Mountain, looked helplessly at the copper scale that was thrown to the ground by his master, "Master, this is already the fifth steelyard this month, if you fall like this again, the one outside the mountain gate The repair of scales at home is almost done.”

Buy less, repair more, or free, who is willing.

Fu Lisu was impatient, "Don't interrupt me, there are still more than a dozen shots anyway! Tell me again, is your uncle Leng still laughing? I want to hear how your uncle laughs."

"Master... who did you hear that Master Leng laughed?" Lu Jinger pressed his forehead and said to himself, if that Master Leng had laughed, the Wanhua Mountain Gate would really be turned upside down...

Although it was not made public, some people quietly passed on the Taoist beauty list in private, and he had also heard it quietly once, and the second place on the beauty list was Their Wanhua Mountain Gate's Leng Qing Jue Leng Shishu.He also said that he was ranked second because his personality was too cold and arrogant, too dusty.

"Who did you hear it from? Isn't it the one, um, the one who went to Manqu Mountain with me to collect herbs yesterday..."

"Fifth Junior Brother?"

"That's right, it's him, go and call him!"

"...Master, you'd better make medicine well, and you also believe what your brother says. Uncle Leng... how could he laugh..."

Fu Lisu looked regretful, "You really didn't laugh?"

"The disciple really didn't hear about it."

"Hey, you don't know, I've never seen her smile since I knew you Master Leng..."

Lu Jinger shook his head, took the copper scale and went out, ignoring his master who was lamenting his pity.

To the east of Wanhua Mountain Gate, Fushen Mountain, on the round field on the top of the mountain.

"Junior Brother Shang found the first apprentice?"

Bie Aiyuan, who came to visit and discuss with each other, nodded with her face in her hands, "Yes, yes, I saw them passing through Liujing Mountain."

Zhan Tingqi clenched the gun that he had just used for sparring, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly bruised, "If Junior Brother Shang really chose it himself, then I think that kid must be a good one, and he will definitely be able to fight against me in the future!"

Bie Aiyuan didn't quite agree with Zhan Tingqi's fighting spirit, "Junior Brother, don't you think it's unpleasant to fight with me?"

Hearing the anecdote, Zhan looked down at Bie Aiyuan, who was not as tall as his own legs, and there was no doubt in his eyes: No!pain!quick!

Bie Aiyuan lifted the hem of the clothes that mopped the floor, and tried her best to put the feet on, but it was still not enough.Even if he gave up immediately, it doesn't matter whether he is tall enough or not. After all, the Jingdao he cultivated is different from ordinary methods.

"Junior brother, let's fight again, if you lose, how about giving me all the green bamboo tea you kept?"

Zhan Tingqi put it away, "Brother, if you don't fight, I will give you all the green bamboo tea if you want."

Bie Aiyuan tilted her head and thought for a while, "Then...then change it, if you lose, drink Bizhu with me."

"If so," Zhan Tingqi called Mie Fang, "Tingqi will definitely fight hard."

And as for Hengyun Mountain, which is located north of the Wanhua Mountain Gate...

In the dark room, there was only one bright lamp flickering, and the sound of the chains colliding was echoed very clearly in this secret room.The sound of light footsteps coming from outside the door spread to the room, and to the person who was placed on the big bed in the center of the secret room, it was like a voice urging him to die, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The stone door was opened, and soon closed again.Then there was a kind but cold voice, "Shang Qingchen brought a child back, and everyone said it was his first apprentice..."

"Are you happy?"

"Thinking about it, you should be happy, after all, you love your fellow students so much..."

"I said, didn't I, eh?"

The person who came approached the person who was bound on the big bed, and the bodies of the two were almost close together without gaps.

"Do not……"

The person whose wrist was wrapped by a thin but extremely solid silver chain let out a low resistance from his throat.The visitor squeezed his chin tightly, his tone lost all kindness and was cold, "No? Nothing? Don't? Or don't you want to?"

The visitor leaned against his ear, sweetly but cruelly said: "But I think, also..."

The ever-burning lamp flickered due to the air currents, while the stone door blocked the hidden sounds in the room.

……

No matter how many other people in the Wanhua Mountain Gate were rumored, the person involved knew nothing about it.

Then in such rumors, Hang Hehuan has cultivated in Wanji Mountain for the fourth year, and his age has also grown to seventeen.

Under the training of Shang Qingchen, Xiao Qianhua also became a 15-year-old high-spirited young man.

"Master."

Hang Hehuan rushed back from the foot of the mountain to the abode on the top of the mountain. When he arrived, Leng Qingjue was playing the piano under the Fuyu tree.

Leng Qingjue's qin is a five-stringed qin.

The original pit book also introduced: The five-stringed guqin of desolation and jue is forever silent, the inner part is based on the horns and feathers of the palace merchants, and the outer part is based on the gold, wood, water, fire and earth; abandoning common feelings, the inside and outside are clean.

Wan Ji's timbre is not vulgar, although it is only five strings, the meaning is more emotional.

Before Leng Qingjue finished the song, Hang Hehuan just called "Master" and stood behind Leng Qingjue without making a sound.Such a wonderful piano music is something that most people can't even ask for. She still listens to it at a close distance.

Leng Qingjue pressed the last note and got up with a flick of his sleeves.Hang Hehuan skillfully put away the piano and brought it into the house.

During the four years that the master and apprentice have lived together, Hang Hehuan seems to have become a qualified apprentice.

When she came out, Leng Qingjue was still standing under the tree, but she took a piece of floating jade petals and twisted them lightly.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Ah."

With just this sound, Leng Qingjue stopped her voice, and with Hang Hehuan's understanding, what she had to do was not to ask, but to wait.

"Tomorrow, go to Jiayang Pinghua with Xiao Qianhua and others."

Hang Hehuan blinked, Xiao Qianhua and others?

"Yes."

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