Xianjun, please calm down

Da Zhuang hurriedly explained for his own fairy: "The fairy just woke up, maybe he was tired and fell asleep, and he hasn't made a sound for a long time."

Venerable Chongyuan said "Yes", and sat down by the bed to investigate Yu Changqing's spirit.

Da Zhuang asked nervously, "How is it?"

Venerable Chongyuan said: "That's right, if it goes on like this, in another year or so, his inner meridians will almost recover. He just woke up, did he tell you about his current situation?"

Da Zhuang repeated what his own fairy said just now, and said again: "He said that the connection between his dharma body and Yuanshen has not been cut off, so when he recovers a little bit, he can return to his body smoothly, right?"

Venerable Chongyuan nodded and said: "It should be possible. As for when, it depends on the recovery of his primordial spirit."

Da Zhuang got an affirmative answer, and the smile on his mouth couldn't be controlled at all. Aoyama Teng felt the joy of his master, and happily clung around his wrist. with.

Venerable Chongyuan glanced at it, and said: "Your magic weapon, is it the Qingshan vine handed down by the ancestor Ningyuan?"

Da Zhuang hurriedly stuffed the cheerful little green bud back into his sleeve, and said respectfully: "Yes, Xianjun said, Qingshan Vine is a special flying sword of our sect, it...is really special."

Venerable Chongyuan looked at a little bud protruding from his cuff and said: "Qingshan Vine is indeed the most special flying sword of this sect. It is your chance that it can recognize you as the master, and it thinks it is the teacher. Come on, it is much closer to you than to Ningyuan Patriarch."

Da Zhuang said: "Master, have you seen what it looked like when it was in the hands of Patriarch Ning Yuan?"

Venerable Chongyuan said: "When I was a young teacher, Patriarch Ningyuan hadn't ascended to the ascension yet. I was fortunate enough to see him make a move once. I will never forget it for many years."

Da Zhuang asked curiously: "Master, what did the Qingshan vine look like at that time?"

Venerable Chongyuan thought about it carefully, and said with a complex expression: "The blue light long sword, with an ancient vine as a handle, has a strong sword aura, which is frightening. It has never been like this before... twisting and twisting."

Da Zhuang stretched out his hand, summoned Qingshan Vine, changed it into a long sword, and said, "Is it like this?"

Venerable Chongyuan looked at it, frowned slightly, and said: "No, I remember that there were no ivy patterns on the sword at that time. Maybe it's been a long time, and I can't remember many details."

Da Zhuang put away his sword, and said in admiration: "Master is mighty, I remember everything from such a long time, and almost everything from my childhood!"

Venerable Chongyuan had a noble demeanor, and said calmly: "The memory of the cultivator will be better."

Da Zhuang said with a longing face: "This disciple works hard to cultivate, and he will be as good as Master and Xianjun in the future. If something happens again, this disciple will be able to help Xianjun instead of holding him back."

Venerable Chongyuan slowed down his voice and said: "Cultivation is the most taboo to be impetuous. You are making progress very fast now. You don't need to blindly pursue the speed of cultivation. Whether you can help when you are in trouble is related to your cultivation base, and it is more related to your character. You have done a good job. You and Han Yang formed a Taoist couple, because of the huge gap in cultivation, many things are difficult for you."

Da Zhuang solemnly bowed and said: "Disciple, remember Master's teaching carefully."

Venerable Chongyuan looked at the apprentice on the bed and said: "Well, Hanyang has a very high level of comprehension, but he is cold-tempered and seldom speaks. Most of the matters of cultivation are his own groping. He has been a teacher for many years and has never mentioned him. Now he has already stepped forward. Entering the Mahayana realm, as a teacher, there is nothing to mention him. As a teacher, he leads him to the beginning, but neglects to teach him. On this point, the teacher owes him."

Da Zhuang hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Master, please don't say that. Every time Xianjun mentions Master to his disciples, he is full of reverence. As the saying goes, Master treats him as much as a mountain. If there is no Master, there will be no Hanyang today. His lord."

Venerable Chongyuan put on a rare gentle smile on his face, and said in a gentle voice: "Although he talks less and coldly, he knows how much kindness he has, and he has never misunderstood him as a teacher."

Da Zhuang agreed: "Xianjun is very good."

Venerable Chongyuan looked at him and said: "It is also his good fortune that he can get you as a Taoist companion."

Da Zhuang laughed and said: "Master, you are wrong. I don't know how many lifetimes of virtue I have accumulated to bring Xianjun home."

Venerable Chongyuan was amused by him, and said a few words to him with a gentle expression before getting up and leaving.

Da Zhuang sent Venerable Chongyuan out of the cave, and when he came back, he said to his own lord: "My lord, our master is really kind, gentle, patient, and kind to you. He is really a kind elder. Worried that I would be impetuous, I specifically reminded me, I only got good advice from you, so I can get his advice..."

He spoke sincerely, and he didn't know how outsiders would feel when they heard him say that Venerable Chongyuan, who was so hot-tempered and would not allow anyone to repeat a word, was "gentle and patient" and a "kind elder" .

After Yu Changqing woke up that day, he was silent for a few days before speaking again. It happened that Venerable Chongyuan and Master Qingyang came to visit, but the strange thing was that they couldn't hear Yu Changqing's voice. Only Da Zhuang could hear what Yu Changqing said. Although Da Zhuang listened to his own fairy and kowtowed to Venerable Chongyuan a few times on his behalf, the old man's mood was not very high, and he finally hummed with his luck behind his back. Humming and leaving, Da Zhuang was very at a loss.

Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a few months. Gradually, Yu Changqing could not only communicate with the outside world, but also condensed a vague phantom. Da Zhuang was ecstatic and ran around the cave for several times. The mood is not very high, at least not as happy as Da Zhuang, and he is not very willing to show up. Every time Da Zhuang begs for a long time before he is willing to come out for a while.

Da Zhuang was afraid that his recovery would be affected if he was too tired, so he didn't dare to ask him to come out to meet each other. Anyway, Xianjun's body is here, visible and tangible, which is also very good.

The days with the company of Xianjun are the best days for Da Zhuang. He picked up the vegetable field on Qingyu Peak and planted spiritual grass. Eat side dishes that you grow yourself.

Because he was afraid that it would be boring to leave Yu Changqing alone in the cave, Da Zhuang would not leave the cave for a long time. Every time he went out for a short while, he would come back again. He is either practicing or talking to his own fairy with a smile. He seems to have endless words. Even if Yu Changqing doesn't answer, he can talk for a whole day by himself.

The spirit grass grows gratifyingly, but Yu Changqing can't eat it, and Da Zhuang himself doesn't cook, so as to avoid the tragedy of eating and watching. If Xianjun watches him eat eagerly, then he might as well starve to death, let alone eat. Besides, he was still hungry.

The carefully tended spirit grass grew up and grew old again. Da Zhuang put them away and sent them to Zhanyu Peak to plant another batch of fresh ones. He eagerly hoped that they would grow up soon, don't wait Xianjun is well and has no food to eat.

The spiritual grass was planted one crop after another, but Yu Changqing never ate it, but Da Zhuang was not in a hurry, anyway, they were all cultivators, and there was a long time to wait, he was not afraid of waiting, only feared that there would be no hope.