Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

On the day of Mingzhi's death, Han Yi didn't feel sad, he even felt that this disciple was stupid.

The knife slashed by the Mozun slashed down with blood, but Han Yi knew that it was just looking at people, the thunder was loud and the rain was little, the knife was only brute force and demonic, and it was nothing to be afraid of. Even the moment Mozun swung the saber, he had already thought about how to take the saber and return it to the other side by the way.

However, the saber fell on his not-so-talented disciple. Ming Zhi suddenly stood in front of him, took the saber alive, and was slashed to the ground from mid-air, the blood that splashed out moistened the dried blood beside him up a layer.

Han Yi felt a little angry. For the first time in his life, he wanted to train his disciples. For the first time, he firmly remembered that the disciple in front of him was his disciple. Be sure to discipline him well.

After all, how could his Nan Hanjun's disciple be so stupid, an idiot who couldn't even distinguish the situation, would be embarrassing himself if he said it.

However, after a medical diagnosis, the fool's soul was damaged, and although his body was not seriously injured, he was already powerless.

Hearing the sad news, Han Yi didn't feel sad, nor did he feel anything, he just looked at the sunlight shining in the bamboo forest outside the cold pavilion, which was sifted by bamboos.

He thought, he was the only one in the huge cold pavilion again.

Ming Zhi is not close to him, he is even afraid of himself, every time he looks at him, there is nothing but admiration and fear, and he has always been cautious and timid in front of him, afraid of making him unhappy.

But at least it was a master-student relationship. As a master, Han Yi asked Yan Lian to bring a pair of glazed ice coffins, and sent him away. On the day the coffin was built, Han Yi stared at this disciple who had been his apprentice for many years, and finally Still put the spiritual egg of the rare feather bird that was originally intended to be given to the disciple.

Seal the coffin and bury it in the cave behind the mountain.

The cold pavilion is used to being deserted, and it becomes even more deserted if there are fewer people.

Han Yi has long been used to it. The huge cold pavilion is terribly cold and lifeless. Even if there is one more disciple, it will not be able to ignite any warmth, just like the weather in the extreme winter.

In order to experience the different scenes of the four seasons in the world, Han Yi left the extreme winter environment to worship under the old master of Wuwang Mountain.

It's a pity that after these years, Hanyi realized that the harsh winter had never faded away. It turned out that his surroundings were always covered with accumulated ice and snow. Since he was already in the cold winter, how could he see the other three seasons again.

Han Yi also found the reason in himself. On the day Mingzhi first came to his door, he thought about treating Mingzhi well, but he saw in Mingzhi's eyes that fear was more than admiration, and he pulled away directly. Without the distance between their master and apprentice, they couldn't even say a word properly.

Facing a disciple who was always frightened by his few words like a frightened bird, as time passed, Han Yi gave up the idea of ​​getting closer to him.

So Han Yi didn't think too much about Mingzhi's soul death. As a teacher, he did his best to take care of his disciple's funeral as much as possible.

It's actually pretty good to be alone, Han Yi thought.

In this way, from spring to winter, year after year, the four seasons have already passed by countless times.

Meanwhile, when Wuwangshan was accepting apprentices, Li Qingshan sent several disciples with good aptitude for him to select.

It's a pity that the eyes of those disciples were the same as Mingzhi's eyes at the beginning, with the same fear and fear, which made Nanhan Jun, who had high eyesight and didn't want to accept disciples, cast them coldly.

A few times later, Li Qingshan gave up his mind and stopped sending his disciples over.

Han Yi was absorbed in cultivating in the Immortal Treasure, never thought that the disciple with damaged soul would open his eyes again, and run back to the cold pavilion with the sunshine on his shoulders.

With a bright smile on his face, his bright eyes shone brightly like the stars reflected in the sky, clearly reflecting his figure, without the slightest fear, he just broke into the cold pavilion that had been living in the cold winter for many years, and sat on his seat. He called out "Master".

Han Yi's heart fluttered, so Mr. Nan Han had another disciple.

Different from the submissive look before, Mingzhi who came back seemed to be a different person, the sun was shining brightly, and the disciples who came to Hange were all talking and laughing.

The most important thing is that this Mingzhi looked at him with no fear, frankness and frankness, as if his identity was an ordinary master to him, nothing else, not being unkind and cold Lord Nanhan of Hanshan, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Han Yi was very satisfied with Ming Zhi who came back, he didn't say it out loud, and no one noticed, but he was very happy in his heart.That summer was unbearably hot, and the cold pavilion that had been frozen for many years was also sultry.

Xiao Feijiu's cry was as loud as cicadas, and Hanyi came back from Yangyan, and from a distance, he saw Mingzhi lying on the porch like a seedling lacking water, half dead.

However, as soon as he saw himself, Mingzhi was able to revive with full blood, opened a pair of bright eyes, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable joy. He told him what he found when he checked the ancient books today, and asked him if he knew if he had completed cultivation. How difficult is this way.

Han Yi went to Zhuju today, just when Lord Yang Yan was out of control in researching spells, a heat wave swept across the entire Wuwang Mountain, and the heat became hotter, and even the ice taken out of the ice cellar was hot to the touch.

Seeing this, Han Yi helped out, the cold current suppressed the heat wave, perhaps due to the influence of the pure sun flames, on the way back, there seemed to be a sweltering heat in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable all over, and returned to the pavilion with a slight frown. Hearing Mingzhi and Xiaopangjiu chattering in his ears, he felt more and more bored.

"...Is Master feeling unwell?"

Ming Zhi's voice faded away, and he reached out to touch his forehead, but was avoided.

The weather is boring. If people get along with others, their body temperature will collide, and it will only be hot and uncomfortably hot.

Han Yi took a step back, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her actions, but felt that it was Mingzhi who wanted to get close to others without the permission of others, which was too rude.

But soon, as a teacher, Han Yi realized that it was his responsibility to teach his disciples. If he didn't say anything, how could Mingzhi know? If he kept silent, Mingzhi might think that he didn't want to get close to him. angry with him.

Pursing her lips, Han Yi was just about to speak.

He saw that Mingzhi ran away, and Sa Yazi ran quite fast.

After a long silence, Han Yi became a little overwhelmed. He was still calm on the surface, but he had already started to panic in his heart.

Did the behavior just now hurt Mingzhi, did he not want to stay with him anymore?

……

All kinds of worries piled up in his heart, Han Yi went back to the Han Pavilion, sat on the high seat, he pondered, puzzled, he was not at fault, and he didn't say anything, why did Mingzhi run away?

Don't be scared away by yourself, right?

Together with this thought, Han Yi hesitates to think, does he need to find Ming Zhi and explain the truth to him in detail?

However, as soon as this idea came up, Mingzhi came back before he took any action.

Holding a bowl of cool mung bean soup with ice, the smile on his face was not inferior to the sun outside. Holding the mung bean soup, he handed it to Han Yi like a treasure.

"Recently, the days have been boring, and today is even more heat wave. This disciple guessed that the master may have suffered from heat stroke. There is no kitchen in the cold pavilion, so I went to the kitchen below to make this bowl of mung bean soup. Mung bean soup is the best way to relieve the heat. Master, try it?"

That sip of mung bean soup was not as cold as ice in the past, it was like a clear mountain stream, cooling his body and mind.

Han Yi suddenly had a strong feeling that Ming Zhi would not leave here.

And all kinds of things in the future also deepened his feeling.

No matter how he treats Mingzhi, Mingzhi will always follow behind him with a bright smile on his face, the master calls him, where he can see him when he turns his head.

No matter how expressionless he is, Mingzhi won't mind and won't think too much, even if he doesn't say a word, Mingzhi will still talk to him.

As long as he gets angry and unhappy, Ming Zhi will notice it immediately and make him a bowl of mung bean soup.

Han Yi originally thought that the relationship between their master and apprentice would continue like this, but just like he never thought that Mingzhi would open his eyes again, he also never thought that Mingzhi would silently enter the path of ruthlessness.

Mingzhi's brows and eyes were dull, and there was no movement in his eyes when he looked at him, without any surprise, fear or joy, his attitude was respectful, as before, but Han Yi knew that something was wrong.

Mingzhi once raised a wild cat, a gray-blue long-haired cat, which often appeared in Wuwang Mountain, and could not be seen from time to time.

Han Yi took it captive, and after washing it, she found that it was a pure white long-haired cat. The reason for the original gray-blue color was dirt. After feeding her with elixir and practicing with her for a period of time, her temperament stabilized. Afterwards, Han Yi took it to meet Ming Zhi as soon as he left the customs.

However, Mingzhi failed to recognize him. When he saw Xiaobai, he flattered him, "Master's new spiritual pet is really beautiful. It looks like snow."

Nothing else.

Since then, mung bean soup is no longer something that he wants to make and eat for himself, it is more like a dispensable task, Mingzhi will make it when he thinks about it, and if he wants to eat it, Mingzhi will do it.

Han Yi didn't know what went wrong, he obviously went to the Extreme Winter Realm to get the key and gave it to Ming Zhiji, and gave him the treasure for himself, but why Mingzhi didn't use it, he still entered the ruthless way to cut off the master-student Affection.Obviously Mingzhi is still Mingzhi, but why doesn't he smile at himself, and no longer has his heart and eyes full of himself, he should... should have all his heart tied to himself.

Li Qingshan's chess game is not very good, but he still likes to play a game or two with himself when he has nothing to do.

"Wuqing Dao is a Dao system that abandons the seven emotions and six desires. If the younger brother wants to wait for Mingzhi to change his mind, it will be as difficult as climbing the sky."

Li Qingshan's words rang in his ears, he said that only by breaking the way can Mingzhi stay by his side forever, he said that only by breaking the way can Mingzhi return to his original appearance.

It is difficult for those who enter the ruthless way, Han Yi knows the bitterness of it, however, recalling the smiling face that broke into the Han Pavilion fairy, made her heart sway.

In the end, I made a decision that I regret for the rest of my life.

"Senior brother, if I can let Mingzhi stay by my side, then I will always be the elder of Wuwang Mountain."

The author has something to say: I don’t know what to write about Shizun. After thinking about it, let’s write about his love for Mingzhi.

In fact, the master made a mistake from the very beginning, he would only push Mingzhi further away if he didn't say a word, but he thought that Mingzhi understood him and felt that their way of getting along was very good. (sigh)

Well, then we will see you in the next book O(∩_∩)O~~