old grace

For Xie Qinghe, spending the New Year in a deserted place in the mountains is not too novel and interesting.

However, as long as anything is shared with juniors, it will become particularly interesting and full of passion.

Fu Chuan's memory of New Year's Day is that he can't finish kowtowing his head, can't sleep, and his eyes are full of people.Suddenly I hid in the mountains with my elder brother to celebrate the new year, and I didn't have to bear the responsibilities and obligations of being the head disciple of the Hanjiang Sword Sect. I didn't have to go to the ancestor temple to serve the gods and worship the ancestors, and I didn't have to arrange various worship and banquet matters for the outer disciples. Reciprocating courtesies with colleagues from all walks of life... this is perfect!

"Except for some old people who miss Master, everything is fine here." Fu Chuan sighed to Xie Qinghe while eating the fried glutinous rice cakes.

The New Year's Eve requires a lot of fish and meat, Xie Qinghe and Fu Chuan discussed it, and they will not kill before the Lantern Festival.The two spent their days in the mountains, and every day they fried some glutinous rice cakes and rice cakes as snacks, and ate some dried bamboo shoots and fungus stored in the space for three meals, and Fu Chuan also stocked up some dried ham for flavor.

There is no need to worship the ancestors and serve the gods, and even hunting and banquets are omitted. I just eat something simple every day and spend time chatting in the cabin.

Xie Qinghe also felt that everything was fine.

However, Xie Qinghe actually didn't know how to love him when he looked at his junior brother with admiration every day.

Knowing that there are no conditions for the younger brother's love, as long as he stays by his side, he doesn't even need to bother to listen to the reply, as long as the two of them stay together, the younger brother will be very happy—Xie Qinghe still can't help thinking, I What can I do for my junior brother?

Instructing the younger brother to practice, saluting with the younger brother, cooking some simple meals with the younger brother, washing the face and feet, applying body fat and mouth fat together... Is it enough to accompany each other with enthusiasm and love every day?

Companionship is mutual.

Not only did he accompany Fu Chuan, Fu Chuan also accompanied him meticulously and piously.

Therefore, Xie Qinghe always felt that he had to do a little extra to be worthy of his junior brother's "low into the dust" love.

He always unconsciously remembered what Fu Chuan said to him that day when he held his arm and stared angrily and powerlessly into his eyes.

——The junior brother said, I just wish I could demote myself into the dust and be the dust under the feet of the senior brother, and I just want the senior brother to be happy every day and happy all the time.

This sentence shocked Xie Qinghe.

Fu Chuan's feelings for him are not like the respect that a younger brother has for his elder brother, nor the admiration between Taoist couples.

This is the feeling of the most devout believers for gods and idols.

Xie Qinghe looked back to review the process of his acquaintance with Fu Chuan and gradually getting to know each other, and found that the younger brother's feelings for him were not abrupt.Long, long ago, before he really "acquainted" with Fu Chuan, he had already appeared in Fu Chuan's life as an "idol".

He is Fu Chuan's savior, he brought Fu Chuan back to the Hanjiang Sword Sect, and ordered him to be the head disciple.

Fu Chuan grew up in an environment where everyone looked at him coldly, and Shangguan Shiyi liked to brag about his elder brother's character and behavior to him. He showed him the elder brother's chivalrous manual, and even Uncle Li, who took care of his daily necessities, was arranged by the elder brother It is inevitable that the old man will brag about the wisdom and martial arts and extraordinary character of the elder brother.

Xie Qinghe has not really appeared in Fu Chuan's life, Fu Chuan's life has already been occupied by him in every aspect.

He said the gun was named Mu He.

He said that the parents of the gods are all senior brothers.

……

Xie Qinghe has always believed that he and his junior brother have three layers of identities.

Head and disciples.Brother and brother.Taoist.

It wasn't until Fu Chuan told him with red eyes that he had tried his best to please him that Xie Qinghe suddenly understood.

Their relationship is far from simple.Fu Chuan is not only the head disciple of the Hanjiang Sword Sect, but also the junior disciple of the inner sect and Xie Qinghe's Taoist companion. He is also the most devout and stubborn believer in front of the idol named "Xie Qinghe".

It is very likely that even Fu Chuan himself is not aware of it, but being a disciple of the elder brother, this may be the most important layer of identity in Fu Chuan's heart.

For the sake of Xie Qinghe, Fu Chuan could not be the head disciple of the Hanjiang Sword Sect.

Because Xie Qinghe didn't want to marry him, and he showed a slightly haggard look, Fu Chuan was able to hold back all his emotions and keep silent about it.

……

All these things, if you think about it carefully, how can the friendship of ordinary brothers and husbands and wives be measured?

If you are that lucky god and Buddha, if you get such a devout believer, don't you want to reward him with everything you have?

This is what Xie Qinghe has been lingering in his heart recently.He really wanted to give Fu Chuan something more, do something for Fu Chuan, give enough rewards to this devout believer who had knelt silently before his "shrine" and served him for most of his life, but he hated that he didn't have the boundless magic power of the Immortal on the Cloud.

"Either senior brother will tell you a story?" Xie Qinghe suddenly suggested.

Fu Chuan almost thought he heard it wrong, he dipped some brown sugar in the glutinous rice cake with his chopsticks, and swallowed: "Okay, okay?"

His expression was visibly tense.

It is said that the older the rivers and lakes, the less the old talk. Xie Qinghe has practiced too many times, and I don’t know how many years he has lived in the void. He has long lost interest in social activities such as chatting and joking.For Xie Qinghe, every sentence has the meaning of communication, and he has no intention of talking nonsense at all.

Normally, Xie Qinghe could listen to Fu Chuan's constant chatter, and he didn't dislike Fu Chuan's talkativeness.

Now the elder brother actually proposed to tell a story?

Fu Chuan directly thought that if he said something wrong or did something wrong again, the senior brother wanted to beat him by "pointing and cursing".

——Although the elder brother said, don't hide words in your conversation, and speak literally.However, Fu Chuan really couldn't imagine that the elder brother would take the initiative to propose to tell himself a story when he was free.

How could the elder brother speak aimlessly?There must be deep meaning!

Before Xie Qinghe opened his mouth, Fu Chuan, who was sitting on the couch with loose knees and eating glutinous rice cakes as snacks, had already put down his chopsticks, and turned sideways without any trace, revealing a gesture of "all ears" and "I'm taking the lesson very seriously", with a slight He watched Xie Qinghe's expression nervously.

Xie Qinghe got up from the soft pillow he was leaning on, hugged him, sat back at the tea table, and continued to eat glutinous rice cakes with him on his side.

"It's boring to live in the mountains. You're always the one who talks about me. I don't have time to eat today, so I'll tell you a story for entertainment." Xie Qinghe leaned sideways on the tea table and looked at the younger brother who was picking up the chopsticks with a smile. Listen? Then stop talking."

"I want to hear it. I want to hear it." Although Fu Chuan didn't understand why he was uncharacteristically, the elder brother's expression could always be understood.

The elder brother's eyes are full of tenderness, and there is a feeling that Fu Chuan can't describe. He can't tell what it is, but it is definitely a kind, good thing that can move each other.This gave Fu Chuan a strong sense of being loved by the elder brother.

He put his palm lightly on the back of Xie Qinghe's arm, and said: "I just think that it takes a lot of energy for the senior brother to lecture me on the scriptures and teach me how to practice."

Xie Qinghe pays attention to "relaxing the mind and nourishing the mind" in his practice, thinking about telling stories to his younger brother when he has nothing to do, it can't be called relaxing the mind.

After all, Fu Chuan is still "serving" carefully, and never wants the "immortal" he worships to be troubled by the world.

"I want to tell you." Xie Qinghe said.

With one sentence, all of Fu Chuan's worries were blocked back, and Fu Chuan suddenly became happy.

"I have many experiences of cultivating demons, which are interesting, beneficial, and unknown to you at this time...I want to tell you all of them."

Xie Qinghe didn't know how to reward Fu Chuan's affection for him, and he didn't know how else to adore his junior brother.Everything he could give, he gave.At this moment, he only has to share everything he knows and what he doesn't know.

This was originally something that Xie Qinghe thought was completely unimportant: "If you want to hear it, I will tell you slowly."

"Think!" Fu Chuan put his chopsticks aside and took Xie Qinghe's hand, "Brother, let's not worry, you can talk a little bit every day."

There is a thin snow rustling outside the window.

Fu Chuan sat between Xie Qinghe's legs, eating steamed glutinous rice cakes, listening to the elder brother telling stories about customs thousands of years ago.

Ah Shou, who was wearing new clothes, was sleeping sprawled by the brazier.

Everything seems fine.

"Didn't the girl in red go to kill Leopard Mother to take revenge? Then where did she go?" Fu Chuan's focus was as crooked as ever.

Xie Qinghe said helplessly: "She is not a very important person. I don't care about her whereabouts. Why don't you ask me how Cang Lingsheng got the "Qinghe Baoscroll" and how did he achieve great success? I want to teach you how to dagger Dan."

"Oh, oh. What's going on?" Fu Chuan obediently brought his attention back.

Xie Qinghe: "..."

In addition to telling stories about the past, Xie Qinghe also began to teach Fu Chuan how to refine weapons.

Artifact refining is naturally a huge homework, and Fu Chuan also thought that the senior brother had to teach him from the beginning, what kind of fire veins, furnaces, treasures of heaven and earth... who knew that Xie Qinghe would teach him how to refine Muhe Spear, which scared Fu Chuan Yijue: "Just... directly refine the gun?"

"You are not a rookie who has just entered the Tao." Xie Qinghe didn't have the time to follow the scriptures, "First release the gun marks."

Xie Qinghe is proficient in all kinds of weapons. In order to demonstrate to Fu Chuan, a ray of sharp gun marks burst out from his fingertips, which condensed in the air and did not disperse.

Fu Chuan then withdrew the Muhe gun, and a streak of gun marks flew out, standing side by side with Xie Qinghe's gun marks.

However, the gun marks Xie Qinghe made with his bare hands were like the most glaring lightning in the dark sky, completely tearing apart the sky and making the void clear.The gun marks made by Fu Chuan with the Muhe gun are like the warm spring sun melting ice and snow, with a slack and softness.

——I didn't notice it at ordinary times, standing side by side with Xie Qinghe's gun marks, they immediately distinguished themselves.

"I...but I can't last long." Fu Chuan was a little embarrassed.

"I'm going to teach you how to condense your spear intent. What do you mean by refining?" Xie Qinghe asked.

Fu Chuan replied: "Destroying and quenching the reality is called refining, forging the innocence is called refining, and being simple and beautiful is called refining."

"Right, at its root, refining is to strip away the useless and useless things from the root through long-term sharpening, appropriate techniques, and exquisite control, so as to achieve the goal of eliminating the false and keeping the real, and keeping the true and lasting beauty. Spear intent In this way, the same principle applies to refining artifacts."

"The gun marks like yours, like the bright sun that melts snow in spring, seem to destroy the snow ruthlessly, but in fact it implies the kindness that warms all things."

As Xie Qinghe spoke, he couldn't help but praise his junior brother, "Be upright and upright, and be on the right path. Good."

Although Fu Chuan's cultivation base is not in the realm, his knowledge can always keep up. When he was praised by the senior brother, he felt a little embarrassing, and couldn't help but say: "The senior brother praised me for my kind heart, so don't say that my Taoism has been revealed and left behind." Success. When will I be able to use skills to control foreign objects like the big brother, and I will be able to grasp three thousand Taoism skills at my fingertips, then I will be able to get a glimpse of the door."

He looked at the spear mark Xie Qinghe casually swung, and the more he looked at it, he felt more majestic and majestic: "It's only a thunder strike, not a thunder wrath."

"Senior brother, what a powerful method."

Fu Chuan knew that the elder brother was powerful before, but after this breakthrough, he had a different understanding of Xie Qinghe's strength.

It is also the spear marks that show up in the void, coagulating but not dispersing.

Fu Chuan couldn't hide his Dao heart at all, and Xie Qinghe saw his root at a glance, but Xie Qinghe's gun marks were so hideous and clean that there was no trace - who would dare to say that Xie Qinghe's Dao heart was a ferocious purple thunder Woolen cloth?

Fu Chuan revealed the Tao.

What Xie Qinghe showed was just playing with his fingertips.

His technique can be the purple lightning that tears the sky, or the howling wind that destroys everything, or any phenomenon in the world.

A layman can only watch the excitement, and an expert like Fu Chuan who really knows the way can know how powerful Xie Qinghe's play is.There is simply a kind of high mountain that cannot be compared with horses.

"Take your time." Xie Qinghe put his hand on Fu Chuan's vest, and directly taught him how to control the gun marks with luck, "It's like lifting a kite against the wind, don't pull it forcefully, put it up gently - you can also drive it Take a flying kite, think about that feeling... yes, that's it, very good."

Fu Chuan's talent is excellent, he knows everything, and Xie Qinghe is also very happy to teach him.

But in just half a day, Fu Chuan learned how to forge a spear, imitating Xie Qinghe's appearance and releasing the Muhe Spear, controlling the Muhe Spear to fly and cruise between the heaven and the earth, to find the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, sharpen the gun marks, Relax.

It's just that if you want to reach Xie Qinghe's level of lifting weights as lightly as you can, it's obviously not enough effort.

When Xie Qinghe practiced the sword, he could release the sword directly, walk or rest at will, and Fu Chuan had to keep a close eye on the Muhe gun, in case he accidentally lost control, and the Muhe gun would be thrown under the cliff or unknowingly. Among the famous mountains and forests, it is difficult to find.

Xie Qinghe comforted him: "This matter can't be done overnight, take it slowly. I also learned some time to be at ease."

Fu Chuan couldn't help being curious: "How long have you been studying, senior brother?"

Xie Qinghe looked around and said to him: "The mountains and rivers over there are more beautiful, and the aura is better. You can put the gun there."

This made Fu Chuan even more curious, and while controlling Muhe Spear to graze in the direction pointed by Xie Qinghe, he asked: "How long did it take you to learn to let the sword go casually? You don't have to hide it from me. I know God I can't compare with the senior brother, this matter will not hurt me."

"Cultivation is only for solidity, not as soon as possible. Don't be too ambitious, let alone vain." Xie Qinghe still doesn't want to say.

Fu Chuan stared at him relentlessly.

Xie Qinghe took a sword flower in his hand, and also took a look at Fu Chuan.

Fu Chuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood.Just... with the kung fu of a sword flower, you can control the sword as you like? !

"Oops!" Fu Chuan was taken aback, and a sword light flew out from his forehead in an instant.

Following Jian Guang, he soared into the sky, trying to chase Mu He Gun, who fell deep into the cliff.

Xie Qinghe shook his head helplessly, the sword ring of Hanjiang flew out, and he followed Fu Chuan to pick up the gun with him.This is unavoidable when you first start refining weapons.

Just now.

In the deep stream cliff, a cloud of poisonous mist suddenly rose.

Xie Qinghe, who had been following Fu Chuan unhurriedly, suddenly flashed his figure, and was only close to catching Fu Chuan——

He didn't expect that instead of retreating, Fu Chuan flew towards the poisonous mist!Just a little bit short, Fu Chuan had already killed the huge python flying in the deep stream.

This desperate brat!Xie Qinghe didn't have time to think about it, a long wall of runes spread out behind him, and the people followed him.

Fu Chuan had already flew up and kicked the head of the giant silver python to pieces. The python has a huge body, and it was difficult to move. He wanted to use his tail to sweep away Fu Chuan, but he didn't want Fu Chuan to beat its head crazily like a drum, tearing its flesh and blood. The bones were smashed out, and half of the body sank in.

Xie Qinghe smelled the poisonous mist in the air, fearing that it would be too slow to expel the poison with magic, the Hanjiang sword ring flew directly to Fu Chuan, covering him completely.

Fu Chuan still refused to give up, and roared under the cover of the Hanjiang sword ring: "Beasts eat my Muhe gun!"

Xie Qinghe felt a little strange.

It is reasonable for a giant python to eat a person, but it is crazy to eat a gun, right?

Fu Chuan yelled angrily, "Brother, let me out, I'll disembowel it!"

The stench in the deep stream is incomparable, there is the smell of water, and there is also a strange smell, which seems to come from a giant python.

Xie Qinghe was born □□jie, and chased all the way down for Fu Chuan, and now he was standing in the air and couldn't get off his feet, seeing Fu Chuan covered in python blood was even more disgusting: "Wait a minute."

The giant python had its head smashed by Fu Chuan, and it was already half dead.However, creatures like boa constrictors still have a third of their strength after death, and the body and tail of the boa constrictor deep in the pool are struggling violently to resist, stirring up an incomparably fishy spray.

Xie Qinghe first took two pills for detoxifying and purifying the heart from the space, and threw them to Fu Chuan who was covered by the sword ring of Hanjiang.

Only then did Fu Chuan feel the smell, so he stuffed two pills into his nostrils, one on the left and one on the right, and said, "I'm fine."

Xie Qinghe sighed: "This is too salty. You use the sword to get angry, and I will deal with this matter." Before Fu Chuan could refute, he warned, "You don't know what you look like. Go and dissect the python stomach, don’t go to bed today, go soak in the pool for three days before talking about it.”

Only then did Fu Chuan let out an ouch, and obediently took advantage of Xie Qinghe's sword energy to fly up.

After Fu Chuan flew away, Xie Qinghe followed him into the air. Fu Chuan couldn't see what he did at all. He only saw the boa constrictor rolling in the deep stream being lifted up and directly nailed to the cliff. , Seven inches, trapped on the cliff, and soon stopped moving.

Xie Qinghe moved his hand, and the Muhe Spear that was swallowed by the python automatically broke through the python's throat and flew out.

——The Mu He Spear has just been swallowed by the python, and it hasn't slipped into the stomach yet.

Fu Chuan was about to get Mu He's spear, Xie Qinghe glanced left and right, found a water source in the mountain, diverted the water to the sky, and gave Mu He's gun a rinse.Looking at Fu Chuan who was covered in python blood all over his body, face and hands, he even brought him a mountain spring, and took a shower with each of them.

Fu Chuan: "..."

Hey, I was rejected by the big brother.