Doe

On rainy days, the raindrops patter down the eaves, weaving dense stitches on the green brick floor.Pedestrians walked with their heads covered, and carts and horses ran over water stains all the way and rumbled past.Whether the rain was heavy or not, the hawkers closed their stalls, and the streets were empty.The foot of Baochen Mountain is lively. From the mountain gate to the foot, there is a person standing on a step, and there are people with their families. They built a shed on the mountain step and set up a reclining chair. They slept while waiting.

"What disease are you here for?" Someone chatted with an umbrella.

The person being questioned blushed and said in embarrassment: "Syndrome of impotence."

"Can Master Xie show you this illness?" the man was suspicious.

The man was about to cry, and said gloomily: "I don't know, I spent half of my family property to cure this disease. This time I really have nowhere to go, so I have no choice but to beg Grandmaster to thank you."

Grandmaster Xie of Baochen Mountain only opened clinics once a year, and each clinic lasted for seven days. Every day was overcrowded, and the team could line up from the mountain gate to Shanjiao Fang City.On both sides of the mountain steps, golden honeysuckle flowers are in full bloom, like fireflies living among the leaves.It is said that 100 years ago, Baochen Mountain was still a piece of scorched earth, but now half of the mountain is full of honeysuckle.Standing under the oil-paper umbrella, the two of them looked at the misty mountaintop, and couldn't help but imagine what kind of person this Grandmaster Xie was.

In the 100 years of the world, a generation has changed, most of the past has been blown away in the wind, and only a few anecdotes are still passed on orally.The crowd whispered and babbled, talking about 100 years ago, when evil spirits were rampant in the world, the master and apprentice of Baochen Mountain went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and brought back Tianyin's will from West Nanda.The Jiang family did their part, inherited Ma Sang's tradition, regularly dispatched deaf people to listen to the voice of heaven, and followed the instructions to find a psychic to complete the grand sacrifice.Now Jiangzuo Xianmen, the Jiang family leads the sacrifices, second to none.He also said that among the masters and apprentices, the master sacrificed flesh and blood in order to save the world's ghosts, and the disciples wept farewell to honor the master, inherit the master's order, and hang the pot to help the world.

The old man in the crowd shook his head, "This master is the Elder Elder of Baochen Mountain, Baili Jue Ming. And this apprentice is the current master of Baochen Mountain, Grand Master Xie Xunwei."

"Stop talking about Xiantian, it's your turn, hurry up!" Someone urged him.

The old man raised his head in a daze, and saw a boy respectfully bowing to him, inviting him to enter the mountain gate.Going with the boy, the honeysuckle is fragrant all the way, the aroma of herbs is mixed with the moist breath after the rain, and there is a refreshing taste.Deep in the winding path, a small quiet courtyard is surrounded by fences, and vines are hanging upside down on the grape shed. Looking to the left, there is a small bamboo building. Through the screen window, there seem to be many books lined up inside.In the front is a thatched cottage, the door is wide open, and a gentleman in Tsing Yi with elegant features is sitting on the ground.

Lang Jun nodded to the boy, his voice flowing like a clear spring, "This old man is the last one today, please come back tomorrow for other patients."

The boy whispered yes, and bowed back.

The old man stepped forward and bowed down, "See Grand Master."

"You're welcome." Tsing Yi Lang Jun said softly, "I don't care about the internal affairs of the Immortal Sect, and I can't afford the title of 'Great Master', so it's good for me to call me Mister."

After Xie Xunwei diagnosed the illness, he asked the boy to send the old man down the mountain.With a flick of a finger, 100 years passed by in a hurry, and the back of the master who went to the ghost country alone seems to be still in front of his eyes.The sky light has subsided, and the night is quiet.He went to the back hill and continued to plant his honeysuckle.The scorched earth was difficult to grow, and he had spent 100 years improving the soil, and the honeysuckle was only half planted.He planted the sapling into the soil, and the setting sun elongated his shadow, trailing quietly behind him.

For 100 years, he listened to his master, returned to Baochen Mountain, and devoted himself to cultivation.He found a shady and cool cave in the back mountain, opened it up into a stone chamber, and placed the ice cicada jade coffin and the body left by the master.The six-petal lotus heart gave him warmth and also helped him in Taoism.The meridians are more unobstructed than before, and the spiritual power is running unimpeded, and his progress is far faster than others.Whenever the meditation is over, the temperature on his chest always reminds him of Master.Master's chest was so hot, it was as if the sun was dwelling in his body.Xie Xun stroked his chest slightly and thought, now that the six-petal lotus heart is in his body, does it count as a part of Master still accompanying him?

Concentrating on practicing day after day, his wind technique has reached great success, and his kung fu has maintained his unchanged appearance, just like the former Grandpa Wudu and the real Baili Jueming.Hundreds of immortal sects paid homage to him, and he became the new great master of Baochen Mountain.

He built thatched cottages, bamboo buildings, and the grape shed that Grandpa Wudu used to have on the mountain.He planted a banyan tree on the top of the mountain, and when it grows up, he can put a swing under it.The previous time seemed to come back again, and every scene coincided with the past.He endlessly recalled that the master carried him back to the medicine garden under the moonlight, and under the eaves they immersed their feet in the red lacquered wooden basin together, and the fragrance of the herbs permeated the heart.

Unfortunately, now, he is the only one left.

He was afraid that time would pass too fast, and that his lifespan would come to an end before he had planted all the honeysuckle flowers, and he was also afraid that time would pass too slowly, and the return of the master would be far away.After all, there is still hope hidden in my heart, because Master is such a person who keeps promises.He returned to the hut, leaned against the window and looked at the honeysuckle in the mountains.The shadow of the lamp enveloped him, warm and golden.In the shaded courtyard, there is only one person, one shadow and one cup of tea.For some reason, he always had the feeling of being watched tenderly, as if the master had never left.

Time flies like a bird, and there is less and less news of old friends.He heard that Mu Zhishen had never married, so he picked a child from the side branch of the Mu family in Yangxia to teach him to be the successor of the Mu family.He also heard that the Yu family was in decline, and the servants were dismissed. The century-old Yu family collapsed.Yuan Shi is still lingering on his last breath, but he has lost more and more news.Over the past hundred years, the Jiangzuo Immortal Sect has produced a large number of talents, but there are quite a few middle and low-level Immortal Sects who have gained fame.Only the Jiang family was in charge of the sacrificial ceremony, and he never lost the wind.

Later, the honeysuckle bloomed little by little all over the barren land. He cultivated it carefully, and gradually their own seeds were blown away in the wind, and took root, becoming more and more dense and brilliant.The obituary came from the boy, saying that Mu Zhishen had passed away, and one of his few old friends was lost after all.

The boy said: "I heard that before Sect Master Mu left, a white-haired lady came west with a sword. After Sect Master Mu saw her, he smiled and passed away. The lady went west with a sword and disappeared." He muttered , "How can there be such a godly thing, they are talking nonsense."

"The lady with the white hair holding the sword..." Xie Xun pondered for a while, then said with a faint smile, "Maybe it's my cousin, has she finally attained enlightenment?"

The old friend was born, and the west went west, and now he is really alone.Xie Xun slightly knelt and sat under the verandah, looking at the garden full of flowers and rain, there was silent sadness in his eyes.

Master, will you really come back?

200 years have flowed through the fingers, and the years are like streams outside the window, rushing by.He grew hopeless, though he still planted honeysuckle.The honeysuckle in Baochen Mountain is in bloom all over the place. When spring comes this year, there will be golden lantern-like flowers all over the mountains and plains.He couldn't count how many boys who were serving him came and went.The only thing that has been with him for a long time is the honeysuckle that is blooming and falling all over the mountain.The Jiang family has been making a lot of noise recently, Yueyue sent people up the mountain, begging him to accept disciples.He also experienced the worries of the master back then, and he really couldn't bear the trouble.

"Great Master, you live alone on the mountain every day without a caring person who will take care of you for a long time. How lonely you are." , We juniors are also very worried."

Xie Xun shook his head slightly and smiled, "To be honest, in the past when my master was around, it was always the master who took care of me. The apprentice took care of the master, and I couldn't see it."

Jiang He smiled apologetically, "That's true. But Great Master, you are the only one who can inherit Baochen Mountain's fire method and Xie's wind method. If you don't pass it on, are you going to watch these two great skills be lost to the world? "

Xie Xunwei was silent, what he said was reasonable.

"Okay," Xie Xunwei said in a harmonious voice, "I would like to trouble Sect Master Jiang to choose a good quality talent for me. There is no requirement of family status, and there is no preference between men and women. If I have a good eye, I will accept it."

Jiang He raised his eyebrows with joy, and happily went out to announce: "The great master has opened a mountain to accept disciples!"

As soon as the wind spread, Jiang Zuo shook.Every family took out their own children and grandchildren, tidied up their descriptions, memorized scriptures hard, and practiced spells with Buddha's feet, just waiting to be pushed out to compete with other sons and daughters, and they must be worshiped under Xie Xunwei's sect.Although Xie Xunwei said that he doesn't care about family status, the Jiangzuo family has a serious monopoly, and those who can be selected in the end must come from aristocratic families.Xie Xunwei has been exhausted physically and mentally lately, and he only wants to be quiet, and he has no mind to care about their strife.He just waited for Jiang He to choose someone for him, as long as his character and aptitude passed the test, he would just accept it.

Unexpectedly, Jiang He has a solid eye, Xie Xunwei said that he doesn't care about family status, as long as he is good-looking and talented, he will build a ring on Baochen Mountain, and clearly write down the rules, only the top few can enter Baochen Mountain.The arena was held for 49 days, and Xie Xunwei was woken up every day by the screams and fights outside, and he finally understood why Master was so tired of Xianmen in the first place.

Jiang He graciously invited him to watch the ring. He went there once, and there were all kinds of fighters.There was a bearded man with a double hatchet, who was said to have come out of a valley in Kunshan. With his brute strength and half-understood magic skills, he won five games in a row, and several sons of the Jiangzuo clan were kicked by him. Kicked down.It's not that Xie Xunwei judges people by appearance, it's just that this man is far from the apprentice he imagined.Xie Xun held his forehead slightly, with the autumn wind still in his heart.

Apart from that man, there were actually some suzerains from small families who came to participate in the competition.Jiang He is far less thoughtful than his grandfather, and he forgot to specify the age limit in the rules.Most of these suzerains were over [-] years old, and when they lost the competition, they still cried and lay down at Xie Xunwei's feet, saying that they would not accept disciples, and that it was okay to admit their responsibilities.Jiang He was sweating coldly and hurriedly invited them down.From that day on, Xie Xunwei never went to the ring again.

"Today is the last day of the arena, grand master, go over and have a look, the winner has to be accepted as an apprentice." Jiang He said with a bitter face.

"Who are the recent winners?" Xie Xun asked slightly.

"Double axes."

Xie Xunwei: "..."

"There are some suitable ones," Jiang He apologized, "There is a gentleman with good qualifications, and he doesn't look too old, but he is a bit arrogant. You will know when you go to see it."

Xie Xun sighed slightly, "I'll wait until the last match."

The arena was set in an open space on the front mountain, not far from his hut, and many voices could be heard in the distance.Fortunately, he was calm and not disturbed by foreign objects.He sits quietly in the bamboo building, burns incense and reads books, and looks far away when he is tired, looking at the honeysuckle flowers all over the mountain.It took him 200 years to make the honeysuckle bloom all over Baochen Mountain, but his master still hasn't come back.There was a bitter smile on his lips, sure enough, Master was lying.

"There is no hero at the time, making Zhu Zi famous! Where did this Zhu Zi come from, how dare he be so rampant!"

The arena was getting more and more noisy, Xie Xun sighed slightly.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, he vaguely heard an arrogant voice:

"It's nothing. If you dare to compete with me in spells, go home and farm as soon as possible."

Xie Xun was slightly stunned, he suspected that he had heard it wrong, with such an unruly tone, such a flat tone, who else but that person?Is it an equally arrogant bastard, or the reincarnation of Master?Xie Xunwei stood up and quickly walked down the wooden ladder.

"Xiao Langjun, your words are too rude, why should you offend people like this?"

"That's the way my father talks. Are you upset? Hold on."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.

"An unknown person dares to speak wild words. If you have the ability, you can fight with the wheel and show us your ability!"

The quarrel there became more and more intense, Xie Xunwei walked through the winding path surrounded by honeysuckle flowers, stepped over the uneven bluestone steps, and crashed into the mountain-like crowd.There were too many people, and the ring was too far away, he couldn't see, only the noise like thunder could be heard.

"Why do you need to fight with wheels? Let's all go together, and I will show you the real magic!"

There was another booing, obviously everyone thought he was bragging.Only Xie Xunwei knew it wasn't, if it was really him, if it was really the master, then he must have such abilities.Xie Xunwei knows that Master is the most powerful person in the world.His heart was surging, sweeping through his cavity like waves.He pushed away one by one onlookers, and the crowded crowd messed up his bun and rumpled his clothes.Gradually someone discovered that he was Xie Xunwei, and hurriedly made way for him.

From a distance, he seemed to see the crimson figure on the ring.

"Don't fight anymore, everyone!" Jiang He came out to smooth things over, "Everyone is the winner of the 49-day competition, and they may all be from the same sect in the future. I will invite the great masters to come out and choose, and the finalists will become Baochenshan disciple."

"Huh?" The man was surprised and asked, "You have been fighting for 49 days, is it for apprenticeship?"

Jiang He laughed, "Of course, the purpose of fighting is to select good talents to join the master's sect. What do you think we are doing?"

"...a martial arts competition to recruit relatives."

No matter how good-tempered Jiang He was, his face turned dark at the moment.

"Okay, you little bastard, what's your idea, you actually want to hire a grand master!"

Xie Xunwei finally squeezed out of the crowd. When he reached the front of the stage, he stepped up the single-plank ladder step by step and entered the ring.The man turned his back to him, talking to Jiang He.His back is so familiar, tall and slender as in the memory, with a tight waist, tall and straight like a rustling spring bamboo.Xie Xunwei's eyes were red, and he stood where he was, looking at him from afar.

Seeing Xie Xunwei, Jiang He's face changed, and he didn't dare to say anything, and kept winking at the man.

"What's wrong with hiring your grand master?" He announced with a big smile, "Listen, my name is Qin Qiuming. It's been a long time since I've been away from the world, and today is a good day for me to return. Taking advantage of today, I'm hiring you with honeysuckle. , please marry your Grand Master!"

Everyone saw Xie Xunwei on the stage, and all of them showed gloating expressions.The shameless Wuming Zhuzi humiliated the grand master in public, and the grand master just happened to hear him. This is a miserable situation for him.Jiang He covered his face, waiting for this kid to be repaired by Xie Xunwei.After the man made the announcement, he finally realized that there was something wrong with the silence in the room. He turned around and saw Xie Xunwei in the wind.

It has been 200 years, Xie Xunwei thought, he waited for Master for 200 years, and it turned out that what Master said was true, honeysuckle flowers bloomed all over Baochen Mountain, and he came back.

Everywhere he looked, the man was as arrogant and arrogant as he remembered, his dark eyes were as hot as torches, and when he smiled, his small canine teeth were exposed.Hundreds of years old ghosts, some see through the world of mortals and have no distractions, some are lonely and do nothing, only him, only him, always have a kind of wildness of a young man.

He smiled, with a bright light between his brows.

"Do you agree, Xunwei?"

Xie Xun smiled and wept, "I agree."