Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

"Cheng Qian."

I don't know why, but the master called Han Yuan "Xiaoyuan", but when he called Cheng Qian, he always had to use his first and last name, and he couldn't tell whether he was partial to him or not, but there was always a bit of sarcasm in it. Solemnly.

Cheng Qian raised his head in a little bewilderment, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists.

"Come." Master Mu Chun looked at him, and then, probably realizing that he was too serious, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and restrained himself into a kind-eyed weasel again, and his voice softened a little, "You come over."

While speaking, Mu Chun raised a hand and placed it on top of Cheng Qian's head. His palm was slightly warm, which was conveyed to Cheng Qian belatedly along with the scent of grass and trees on his cuff.

But this did not have any comforting effect, Cheng Qian was still flustered.

He recalled Master's comment on Han Yuan's words of "frivolity and detachment", and thought in his heart: "What will Master say about me?"

In a hurry, Cheng Qian reviewed his equally hasty life from beginning to end, planning to single out his faults and expose them to the sun, so as to make mental preparations before the master opened his mouth.

Cheng Qian counted carefully in his heart: "Will he say that I am small-minded? Is it not benevolent enough? Not friendly enough?"

But in the end, Master Mu Chun did not express his shortcomings and admonitions in person as he did when he commented on Han Yuan. His master even hesitated a little, as if he was struggling to find a suitable wording.

It wasn't until Cheng Qian waited for an unknown amount of time with cold hands and feet that he heard Mu Chun solemnly say almost every word: "You, you know what's in your heart, I won't say anything superfluous, and I'll give you the word 'comfort' as a precept." .”

This precept is so simple that it saves a lot of trouble. It is so vague that it is difficult for people to understand its meaning for a while. Cheng Qian couldn't help but frown. All the preparations in his heart were in vain. He didn't let go of the breath in his chest, but was suspended instead. get higher.

Cheng Qian first blurted out and asked, "Master, what is 'freedom'?"

After asking, he regretted a little because he didn't want to act like Han Yuan.

Cheng Qian tried his best to calm down, with a little temptation and lack of self-confidence, braving his strength, persuading him for a while, and asked, "Does it mean to let me calm my mind and work hard to practice?"

Mu Chun paused for a moment, didn't give any explanation, and finally just nodded vaguely and said, "Right now... let it be."

It is now, but it will not be in the future?

And what is "even if"?

After hearing this answer, Cheng Qian was even more puzzled. He even sensitively sniffed out some clues of the unknown future from Mu Chun's words. Reluctantly swallowing the question in his mind, he just bowed in a polite manner: "Yes, thank you for your teaching, Master."

Master Mu Chun sighed silently. He looks like a not-so-strong man, but in fact he is already very old. Of course, he can see some things--this journey of sneaking in and out is full of etiquette. Dao Tong is called a brother, obviously not because he feels that the people around him are particularly worthy of respect, but because he is unwilling to hurt his red-tape "elegance" in front of these "outsiders".

Youdao is "a husband who is rites, loyal and trustworthy is the first but chaotic" [Note], no matter how good the understanding and talent of this child are, his nature is far from the Dao, and he is very focused, so he is not very good at pleasing others I like it... But he is very self-confident, and he must not be uncommon to like.

Master Mu Chun let Cheng Qian go, a little worried that he would go astray in the future.

He turned over the broken wooden table with three legs, and beckoned Han Yuan and Cheng Qian to come over together.

I saw that the back of the wooden table was covered with moth-eaten holes, scattered all over the place, and it was really lively. The gaps between those worm eyes were actually filled with densely packed small characters.

Mu Chun said: "This is what I will pass on to you as a teacher when I first started. The rules of my Fuyao sect, you two must memorize them verbatim. Starting today, write it down every day for seven or seven years. up to 49 days."

Facing the door rules one by one, Cheng Qian finally showed appropriate surprise—he always felt that such a sacred thing as a school rule should not be carved under a broken wooden table.

...or a three-legged wooden table.

Just as shocked as he was, there was Han Yuan on the other side.

The little beggar stretched his neck and said in shock: "Oh, what are these? Master, it knows me, but I don't know it!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

A master who may be a weasel, a nonsensical precept, a set of door rules carved under a rotten wooden table, a sissy senior brother, and an illiterate beggar junior... His cultivation career started like this It is so unusual, what else can be cultivated in the future?

Cheng Qian felt that the future was bleak.

But when he went back at night, Cheng Qian's mood was brightened, because he learned that he also had a study room, which not only contained the stuff he dreamed of, but also the paper and pen that Xue Qing had prepared for him.

Cheng Qian hadn't written on paper yet - with the combined knowledge of his biological parents, he might not be able to write from one to ten, and naturally the family would not prepare these.Over the years, relying on his photographic memory, he even secretly learned a lot of words from the old Tongsheng, and kept them in his mind. He went back and painted with branches on the ground in front of his house. It was really a dream. Touch the four treasures of the study.

Cheng Qian became addicted without knowing it, so he didn't listen to the master's words-the master only asked him to write the house rules silently once a day, but when Xueqing came in and asked him to eat, Cheng Qian was already writing the first chapter as if he was addicted. Five times, and there is a lot of meaning not to stop.

Langhao is different from a tree branch. Cheng Qian touched paper and pen for the first time. Of course, the words written were unsightly, but it could be seen that he was deliberately imitating the handwriting on the wooden door regulations. He put the door rules into his mind in detail, and greedily went away with all the ins and outs of the horizontal, vertical, and horizontal.

Xueqing found that every time he wrote, he would correct what was not like or bad in the previous one. He imitated with all his attention and acted like no one was there. Once he sat down, he didn't move for more than half an hour, and he didn't even notice that he had entered his study.

Cheng Qian slept well on the first day, but this day he was a little excited and had insomnia. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel his wrists sore, and his mind was full of handwriting on the door rules.

The door regulations must have been carved by the person who wrote the plaque. Cheng Qian liked his writing so much that he tossed and turned, but the plaque was fine. The broken wooden table that engraved the door regulations looked like it would be bad in a few years. He deduced that the door It shouldn't take too long to engrave it.

Whose word is that?Could it be Master?

Until he fell asleep unknowingly, he was still obsessed with thinking about it. In his confusion, it seemed that something led him to turn around on Fuyao Mountain. After turning around, he turned to the "Unknown Hall" that he had visited during the day. Inexplicably thinking: "What am I doing here, Master?"

But he walked in involuntarily, and then met a person in the courtyard.

The man was tall and tall, he should be a man, but his face was very blurred, his face seemed to be hidden in a black mist, his hands were bony and bluish white, like a lonely ghost.

Cheng Qian was taken aback, and subconsciously took two steps back, but he was a little worried about Master, so he bravely asked, "Who are you? Why are you in my Master's yard?"

As soon as the man raised his hand, Cheng Qian felt a huge suction force, which sucked his feet off the ground, and he was in front of the man in a blink of an eye.

The other party raised a hand and touched Cheng Qian's face condescendingly.

Cheng Qian was shocked, this man's hand was really cold, so cold that if he touched it, his whole body would be completely frozen.

Immediately, the man grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder and said with a light smile, "Little thing, you've got a lot of guts, go back!"

Cheng Qian felt that he was being pushed hard, and he suddenly woke up in his bed, and the sky had not yet dawned.

After having such a dream, he couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he had to pack himself up and go to the yard to water the flowers to pass the time, making the snow green until he was sent to the preaching hall, still regretting that he woke up later than him. ashamed.

The preaching hall is a small pavilion with a few tables and chairs, surrounded by an open space. It was still early when Cheng Qian and the others arrived, but a Taoist boy had already cleaned the venue, boiled water, and was about to make tea.

Cheng Qian quietly found a place to sit down, and Xiao Daotong immediately served him a bowl of hot tea in a well-trained manner.

Although Cheng Qian kept his face indifferent, the buttocks sitting on the stone bench were always carefully touched to the side - it is a habit, there is no way, he can suffer, but he doesn't enjoy the blessing, sitting on the side drinking Cha watched others work, and he felt an embarrassing uneasiness in his heart.

After waiting for a cup of tea, Cheng Qian heard footsteps, and when he looked up, he saw a strange boy walking from a side path.

The young man was dressed in a navy blue robe, holding a wooden sword that was as wide as a palm in his arms, and walked quickly without looking sideways.

Xue Qing whispered to Cheng Qian, "That's the second uncle."

The second senior brother Li Yun, Cheng Qian didn't know that he had seen the wooden sign with this name behind the hall, so he hurriedly got up to greet him: "Second senior brother."

Li Yun didn't seem to have expected that there were already people in the pavilion. Hearing the sound, he paused and raised his head to glance at Cheng Qian. The black pupils in his eyes seemed to be bigger than ordinary people, so his eyes were not very gentle, and he was cold when looking at people. of.

...Maybe it's not that it looks cold, it's that it's cold in the first place.

Li Yun glanced at Cheng Qian quickly, and then abruptly and bluntly smiled at Cheng Qian, no matter how you look at it, it seems to have malicious intentions: "I heard that Master brought back two juniors, are you?"

Instinctively, Cheng Qian didn't like Li Yun's gaze. It felt gloomy and didn't look like a good thing, so he simply replied: "It's me and fourth junior brother Han Yuan."

Li Yun took a step forward, approached with interest and asked, "Then what's your name?"

His interest seemed to be the same as that of the old wolf when he saw the rabbit. Cheng Qian almost wanted to back away, but he held back. He stood upright on the spot and replied blankly: "Cheng Qian."

"Oh, Xiaoqian." Li Yun nodded familiarly, and made a smiley expression, "Hello."

Cheng Qian's eyes were full of his white teeth.So far, he has determined that in the entire Fuyao sect, apart from the master, there is no one who he can like a little bit.

But Master still can't tell if it's a human being or not.

After a while, Han Yuan and the master also came. Han Yuan sat down in front of Cheng Qian without seeing anything, and complained to himself that Cheng Qian didn't go to play with him. He also picked up every refreshment on the table and took a sip.

Han Yuan sometimes smiled flatteringly at his master, and sometimes turned his head to wink with Cheng Qian. He was busy but not flustered, explaining exactly what "ugly people do mischief".

But senior brother Yan Zhengming was two quarters late before coming over with a yawn.

He absolutely refused to walk here, and asked two Taoist boys to carry a rattan chair back and forth to carry him all the way from Wenrou Township.

A beautiful girl took small steps and fanned behind him, while another Taoist boy held an umbrella beside him.

That Yan Zhengming led the two generals Heng Ha alone, with white clothes fluttering and hem like clouds.

It seems that this young master is not here to attend the morning class, but to make trouble.

Entering the preaching hall, the senior brother first gave Li Yun a condescending glance, and hung his disgust on his brows, and then took a look at Han Yuan and his table of imperfect pastries. This glance made the senior brother " With a "swipe" sound, he opened the folding fan in his hand and covered his eyes to prevent his innocent vision from being tarnished.

In the end, he had no choice but to walk up to Cheng Qian with his nose not his nose, his eyes not his eyes. The Taoist boy next to him took a well-trained step forward, wiped the stone bench back and forth four times, put the mat on it, made tea, and then Putting the hot tea on the saucer with a charm engraved on one side, the saucer cooled down the steaming tea in a blink of an eye, until a layer of water vapor condensed slightly on the outside of the teacup, Yan Zhengming picked it up half dead and drank it.

After all the above steps were carried out without missing a beat, the respectful buttocks of Young Master Yan just sat down.

Li Yun took it for granted that he didn't exist, and Han Yuan's dumbfounded expression seemed to say "what the hell is this".

And Cheng Qian watched the whole process closely, even though he was usually mean, he felt speechless at this moment.

The morning lesson of the Fuyao faction began in the midst of Mu Chunren's four disciples who disliked each other.

The author has something to say: Note: A husband who is courteous, loyal and trustworthy is thin and chaotic first——Lao Tzu's "De Jing"