Master is respected

Shegu Mountain is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful and picturesque. It looks like a quiet and gentle woman, using the water as a mirror, dressing up against her shadow.In his previous life, Xie Junzhuo let the flames of war spread over this place, burning countless strange peaks and mountains, and destroying several halls of the Sanqing Sect, which greatly injured his vitality.

I thought that the mountains and rivers were gone, but unexpectedly, with the passage of time, Shegu Mountain has regained its former beauty.Nature is uncanny, and will not change because of people.

The scene here is rare in the world.

Jiang Yuehan grew up in the mountains and was familiar with every plant and tree in the mountains. She looked at the mountains and rivers here, mountains are mountains, water is water, morning clouds and sunsets, wind and setting sun.Looking at her in the landscape here, it changes every day and every year, from a babbling baby to a slim girl.

The world is changing, but mountains and rivers are eternal.

It's a pity that those who are ungrateful and ungrateful, in order to express their momentary love, always like to say some oaths related to mountains and rivers.There is a piece of green hills standing in the sky and the earth, and it is green and lush as far as the eye can see. Those who co-author love to have a little green on their heads.

There are countless towers, pavilions and pavilions among the mountains and rivers, and the cornices and corridors fall along the mountains.Except for the Chaosheng Pavilion where Jiang Yuehan lived, the terrain built in other places is low and flat, with few steep places.

There are several halls under the Sanqing Sect, each of which is responsible for different tasks. Jiang Yuehan didn't have much involvement with these halls, and focused on the logistics of picking up things, so he didn't take Xie Junzhuo around.

Xie Junzhuo and Sanqingzong were also old acquaintances in his previous life, but this acquaintance was a life-and-death acquaintance.Walking here as a disciple in this life feels a little subtle.

After watching those mountains and rivers and remembering several important places of the sect, Jiang Yuehan brought Xie Junzhuo back to Chaosheng Pavilion.Climbing high and looking far, the mountains are flat and the sea is wide.Standing on the small attic on the top floor of Chaosheng Pavilion and looking at the world, one will naturally feel a sense of insignificance.

Outside the house, golden crows set in the west, and the sea surface reflected the crimson sunset glow. From a distance, it looked like fireworks were lit on the sea surface.A jubilant fish jumped out of the water, drew a silver half circle on the sea surface, and then plunged into the water.The seabird that spread its wings on the sea swooped into the sea and came out with a large silver fish in its mouth.

The small attic has little space, the floor is covered with a mat made of thin bamboo, and a low table is placed on it, complete with all the treasures of the study.There is a bookshelf near the wall, and the books on it are arranged neatly. The middle rows are the books that Jiang Yuehan often reads.

Xie Junzhuo didn't go out for a month, and spent most of his time here reading and practicing Taoism with Jiang Yuehan.

At this moment, Jiang Yuehan was sitting cross-legged in front of the low table, with a piece of rice paper spread out in front of him.Xie Junzhuo understood the spirit, and immediately leaned over to pour water on the inkstone, and began to study ink for Jiang Yuehan.

The afterglow of the setting sun falls here, and the warm orange color makes the monotonous small attic warm and moving.

Xie Junzhuo knelt on the ground, holding the ink in one hand and propping it on the table with the other, staring at Jiang Yuehan.

Jiang Yuehan was born fair and clean, and she usually doesn't wear makeup. Now that the afterglow shines on her body, it seems to add a touch of rouge to her, making her face more lively.Holding the wolf brush in her hand, she dipped a little ink and began to write.Her handwriting is very delicate, regular script, which makes people feel clean and comfortable.

Xie Junzhuo looked at the first sentence she wrote with a pen, his eyes paused slightly, his face revealed a look of reminiscence, and he couldn't help reciting it in a low voice.

"Qing Qi rises to heaven,

The turbid air sinks to the ground,

There are heaven and earth in heaven and earth, and Tao transforms into yin and yang.

Negating yin and embracing yang, Tai Chi is born.

Extreme qi is divided into five elements, and the five elements generate and restrain each other, forming the gossip.

......"

In Xie Junzhuo's memory, a gentle and virtuous friend always loves to sit under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree holding a book, her long hair is draped over her shoulders, black and soft, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes are gentle like water, as if Can speak in general.The sound of her reading is like a clear spring in the mountains hitting a stone, crisp and sweet.

The children in the neighborhood liked to listen to her read, and they squatted down beside her and formed a circle with longing eyes and smiling faces.She smiled softly and played it very slowly so that the children could hear clearly and read along with her.

Xie Junzhuo was also among the group of children, always sitting in front of her best friend, she liked to listen to her reading, because her voice was very comfortable, and her smile was like the moonlight in the sky, soothing restlessness and restlessness.

"Qing Qi rises to the sky..."

My best friend also read this article, which is the basis for getting started in Taoism, and it is also the Taoism that Xie Junzhuo first came into contact with.Every word is deeply engraved in her heart, and she can recall it without struggling to read it.

But the strange thing is that Jiang Yuehan didn't let her learn this book at first after she got started, and he didn't even mention it, and it was the first time today.

Jiang Yuehan stopped writing halfway through writing, she looked at Xie Junzhuo in surprise, and asked, "Do you know "No Phase Record"?"

Xie Junzhuo was startled, the hand that studied the ink lost its aim for a moment, and the palm of his hand rubbed against the inkstone, stained with ink.She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she attracted Jiang Yuehan's attention.

Xie Junzhuo let go of the ink and lowered his head, looked at the ink marks on the inside of his palm, and said in a low voice: "A big sister I knew before was a Taoist disciple. She can memorize this book and taught me to read it."

This is the truth, but there is no cause and effect after erasing the beginning and the end, which seems perfectly normal.

Jiang Yuehan put down his wolf hair, and was speechless for a while, only the sound of waves hitting the cliff echoed in the empty small attic.

Wuxianglu is an introductory book of Taoism, but because it is just a simple introductory book, it was gradually forgotten by the disciples of the Sanqing sect.This was the first book Jiang Yuehan came into contact with after his enlightenment. Unlike those disciples who didn't pay much attention to it, Yuqing liked to let Jiang Yuehan memorize this book.Many of the above things seem simple and easy to understand, but they feel endless when they are deeply understood.

In the previous life, after Xie Junzhuo fell into a demon, Jiang Yuehan was a hostage. During the ten years that the two had been together in Lin Hai, Jiang Yuehan vaguely remembered Xie Junzhuo's mention of these few words, and his answer was almost the same as now.

"That elder sister is very important to you?" Jiang Yuehan asked, his tone was sparse and normal, and there was no difference.

In the past and present, Xie Junzhuo can be engraved in his heart, and someone who can never forget it must be of great significance.

Xie Junzhuo smiled, but instead of joy, there was sadness on his face.Many people and things are always important and precious only after they are lost.

"She and I are both teachers and friends, and taught me a lot of truths, but I forgot them later. When I think about it, it seems that I have let her down."

Thinking of the absurd self in his previous life, Xie Junzhuo's heart was filled with bitterness.She was obsessed with this person, wanting to subvert the common people in the world, her heart was full of hatred, and gradually she couldn't remember the scene where her best friend under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree taught them to read.It was one of the few good memories of childhood. In the small courtyard where the sweet osmanthus was fragrant and the moon was like a plate, Lang Lang's reading sound was innocent and innocent.

Jiang Yuehan felt a pain in his heart, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Xie Junzhuo recalled with a regretful look, as if remembering the lost beauty.

The memories of the previous life came with the sound of the tide, the beautiful flowers were hanging high, the laurel was hiding the fragrance, Xie Junzhuo was drinking wine and whispering under the tree, his eyes were just like this.

Jiang Yuehan knew that she was hiding someone in her heart, but she didn't know that she had been hiding for so long.From a young age, it has been in my heart and has never been replaced.

The author has something to say: jj’s little red flower needs to be updated with [-] words, and I really have to update the short one, but there is no little red flower, crying