Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

Xie Fengxuan's expression darkened for a moment.

Xie Fenglue did not have his own surname.He was an orphan who grew up in the dungeon in the western region. The surname before his name should have been given to him by his master.

His master should be Xie Ling - in his last life, his master was Xie Ling.

This is the second time he has embarked on the mountain road of the entrance trial of the human path.He didn't know why, and he was reborn back to this time inexplicably.He has gone through dozens of years of ups and downs, from an unknown boy from a foreign land to becoming the leader of the righteous way in Zhongzhou, holding the seal of heaven and commanding the world with one sword.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't figure out the reason for such an encounter, but although his previous realm and cultivation base were no longer there, his vision and experience were never lost.

When he participated in the entry trial in his previous life, he was a young man who didn't know how to be quick and flexible. He was only ranked in the middle of the 20 people, but this time, he won the first place.

But why, Master didn't look at him anymore?

Is it because he could have passed the plank road at a faster speed, but in order not to attract attention, he deliberately restrained himself, making it appear that he did not pay enough attention and did not try his best?

Could it be the reason?

Yes, it must be the reason.

The master once said that when he was accepted as an apprentice, what he valued was his desperation and refusal to admit defeat.

People who have been in this world once have learned to keep their emotions out of the way, Xie Fenglue's annoyance is only in the dark, and he doesn't pay attention to Xiao Xun's problems.

Xiao Xun glanced at him again, feeling so bored, he shook his sleeves, got up and went to the senior brothers and sisters who were escorting these new disciples, and asked with a smile the way to listen to Songtang.

Crane Peak.

Xie Ling was carried directly to the couch in the room by her senior brother, and placed in a meditation posture.

The return journey was too fast, and Xie Ling's leg numbness didn't stop, and the pain in his heart was more than a little bit.Brother's worries lie elsewhere.With a slumped face, he said in a deep voice, "Your injuries are still unhealed, so you shouldn't use your spiritual power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Ling felt a pain in his chest, a tightness in his throat, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.He lost all strength, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and the wind blew from outside the door, making him shiver with cold.

The senior brother squeezed out a pill and stuffed it into Xie Ling's mouth, and pressed his hand on his chest, slowly draining his spiritual power.

"Get up in the mansion, pass through Tianshu and Taiyi, then go up, walk through Shuomen, Yunmen, and finally merge into Lingtai. Forget all this?" Senior brother said, even though his tone was cold and his tone was stiff, he passed into Xie Ling's body His spiritual power is gentle and gentle, leading Xie Ling's spiritual power to wander slowly.

Xie Ling couldn't understand these things, but she also carefully experienced the changes and flows of power, and gradually grasped the feeling of running spiritual power.

He regained some strength and spirit.

He couldn't help complaining as soon as he was energetic, how long has the skill been used?This reflex arc is too long!And you, senior brother, are you studying the Linguistic Department, right?

About half a quarter of an hour later, the senior brother withdrew his hand, looked around, lit the incense in the incense burner with his fingers, and said: "It's good to take in an apprentice at this time, so as to save some chores from being left unattended."

The smell of the fragrance is very light, mixed with sweetness, Xie Ling likes it very much.He exhaled lightly, thinking that it would be better to hire a handyman directly.

"The apprentice you just accepted is the orphan of the Xiao family in Luming Mountain." Senior brother mentioned Xiao Xun.

Xie Ling was slightly surprised: "Orphans?"

"Two years ago, the Xiao family in Luming Mountain was wiped out by the enemy family." Senior brother said.He knew very well that Mr. Xuesheng didn't understand the miscellaneous affairs of the Jianghu, and said: "The Xiao family in Luming Mountain was a famous family a hundred years ago, but it has gradually declined. In recent years, it has only a small name in the Jianghu."

Xie Ling said "Oh", silently remembering this event that has become history, and her eyes drifted to this room.

According to his previous visits and judgments, this should be the front hall for receiving guests, or the main hall, but obviously few people come to visit, so Mr. Xuesheng directly regarded this as a study.

There is only one guest couch, which is to the left of the main couch.In front of the east window is a long desk. You can see rice paper spread out and a brush on the inkstone.The entire west wall is covered with bookshelves, and the height is only slightly lower than the roof. With Xie Ling's ability, if you want to get to the top, you have to build a ladder.

The senior brother noticed where his gaze fell, and raised his brow slightly: "Until the injury is fully recovered, you can't shoot again, and don't worry about it."

"Yes." Xie Ling answered simply and neatly. He was so injured, and his skills were very Schrödinger. Naturally, he could have as much salty fish as he could.

This attitude actually made the senior brother raise his eyebrows again.

— seems to be surprised.

Xie Ling was immediately nervous, was it difficult for Mr. Xue Sheng to be so disobedient and not paying attention to his body?

However, Xie Ling is also an old artist who often performs in front of the boss, her expression did not reveal the slightest clue, she calmly and naturally met her brother's gaze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." The senior brother also naturally suppressed his expression, "The suzerain stayed on you for a while today, and I'm afraid he noticed your injury."

There was another question mark in Xie Ling's mind, and he naturally thought of some conspiracy, but then he heard his brother change the subject: "But it doesn't hurt to let him know."

Xie Ling: "..."

The brother turned to the door: "Let's go, call me if you have something to do, remember to take the medicine." After saying that, he stepped on the sword and rose into the distance, just as quickly as when he came.

Xie Ling wasn't quite used to this kind of style of coming and going like the wind, so he watched his senior brother go away for a while.

Until now, he still doesn't know the name of this senior brother.

Forget it, don't worry about this, the current focus is to figure out the injury on your body and how to treat it.This was an injury that even the suzerain wanted to hide.Xie Ling recalled the plot in detail, but did not remember that there was a scene where Mr. Xuesheng was injured.

He thought about what kind of role Xiao Xun was in the plot.After a long while, he also didn't think of anything - he just had a slight impression of the name.That being the case, maybe it's not a very important person?

However, this book is indeed sloppy. He remembers that the protagonist practiced diligently, worked hard to level up, and punched opponents and kicked villains along the way. If he had known that he would die suddenly and pass through the book, he must have read and recited the full text.But how detailed can a migrant worker take advantage of working hours to fish and read novels?

He hasn't finished reading the book.

It is heaven that does not allow him to control the overall situation.

Xie Ling slumped her shoulders with a complex expression, gradually leaned her upper body back, gradually lay flat on the couch, and slowly spread her hands.

As far as the current situation is concerned, it is difficult to obtain information.Could it be that he also wants to use classic settings to pretend to be amnesia like he has read in the novel?

That's impossible, he's been acting for a long time and I'm the deity, unless I get seriously injured again, directly hurting my brain.

He let out a "wow", put his hands on the edge of the couch, got up and got off the ground, and walked towards what seemed to be his bedroom.

"I'm all injured, I have to take medicine anyway, I should be able to find something like a prescription." Xie Ling murmured in a low voice, "Maybe Mr. Xuesheng still has the habit of keeping a diary...Since it's wearing a book, I should go Use some tricks, otherwise it will be too bullying."

He walked very fast, the wind was blowing under his feet, and his sleeves fluttered.However, with his current footsteps, he still walked for several minutes before arriving.

Push the door and enter.Although the house is large, there are only one bed, one table, two chairs and two shelves. Paintings and calligraphy are hung on the left wall, and flutes and swords are hung on the right. The layout is simple.

Xie Ling only read the whole thing in the previous shopping, but this time, she turned the bed first, did not miss any corner, and only found two books.

There were no clues in the book, so he went to the desk again.There are some booklets for recording things here, and he opened the first one.

"Mixed pills, three drops of young deer's tears, one or two for Shijunzi, four coins for Yantaibai..."

The record of alchemy was written in traditional characters, which was very easy to read at Xie Ling's level, but as he read it, he found a problem.Maybe it's not a problem, but a coincidence.

——He graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. He is a professional painter and has also learned calligraphy. He has practiced Wen Zhengming's small script both softly and hard, and this booklet is written in the font he practiced.

Xie Ling changed from slow reading to fast flipping, flipping through all the booklets in a few seconds, and confirmed that the handwriting on them was Wen Zhengming's lower case.

What a coincidence.

It shouldn't be a big problem, who made Wen Zhengming a great calligrapher?

With emotion, something fell out of the thin book in his hand.Xie Ling bent down to pick it up.It was a piece of paper on which it was written - Xie Ling couldn't understand the writing, it was quite sloppy, only the seal on the end after the madness was finished, let Xie Ling recognize that it was Mr. Xuesheng's.

What is this talking about?Xie Ling turned the paper over and over again, but found no other words, so she put it back.

He continued to turn over the table, and then went elsewhere.

This surprise inspection of the bedroom was not fruitless. Xie Ling found two porcelain vases on the shelf, both of which had papers on them. One said one pill a day, and the other said three pills a day, three times.They were placed in a convenient position, and nine out of ten they were used to treat his injuries.

Xie Ling boldly judged that this medicine was not made by Mr. Xue Sheng himself.If he made it himself, why bother to write down the method of taking it so clearly?Divide a blue bottle and a green bottle and keep it in your mind.

He opened the one-a-day bottle, smelled it, and confirmed that the taste was the same as what his senior brother had given him before, then corked the bottle and put it down.

Picked up another one.

Xie Ling thought he should take some medicine.This medicine is taken three times a day, three times in the morning, noon and evening.Cultivators don't need to eat, so there is no need to take it before or after meals, but the key point is, did Mr. Xuesheng take the medicine when he woke up this morning?

Xie Ling thought about it, and felt that he "came here" early today, so he probably didn't eat anything, so he poured a pill into his hand, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

Medicine... Even if I accidentally take one more, I think I won't die.

This elixir tastes much better than the other one, it is slightly sweet, very refreshing, after entering the stomach, breathing becomes much smoother immediately.

Xie Ling seemed to see the progress bar of the treatment slowly increasing. She felt it for a moment, pondered back and forth, and thought that she woke up too early today, and stared at the flowers and plants in the pavilion here before dawn, so she simply took off her shoes, socks and overcoat shirt, shake off the quilt, and lie down on the bed.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, a certain part of his mind, or rather his consciousness, was suddenly touched!

——Intuition told him that someone came to Hefeng.

It is clear that he didn't notice when the senior brother came to Hefeng before, but he can feel it this time, so he is gradually merging with this body, gradually possessing the instinctive consciousness of Lord Xuesheng?

So who will come again?Xie Ling was delighted and puzzled, thought about it, and suddenly realized that he had accepted a salted fish apprentice earlier, and his senior brother threw something that should be a token of entering the peak to him, and told him to go up to Hefeng by himself.

Probably an apprentice.

Xie Ling has no habit of letting others wait, even if the person who comes is a "junior".He immediately lifted the quilt, put on his clothes, shoes and socks again, tidied his hair, and went out.

After closing the door, Xie Ling realized, what if Xiao Xun only arrives at the foot of the mountain?At his salty fish speed, he knows how long it would take to climb from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Xie Ling immediately hesitated.

After thinking about it, then he, the master, should wait for the salted fish apprentice, anyway, he is sitting and waiting.

It never occurred to him that when he sat down on the master's couch in the main hall, apprentice Xianyu came to the door.The man had a cute smile on his face, stepped over the threshold, bowed upright, and said to Xie Ling: "Master."

"It came very quickly." Xie Ling's eyelids moved, and said quietly.

Xiao Xun: "The flying beasts domesticated by the sect never slack off."

This sect also has transportation.Xie Ling memorized this silently, thinking about what to say next.What questions do interviewers usually ask after they have a basic understanding of the person coming for the interview?Oh, what are your plans for the future.Xie Ling changed the words, and asked in a low and cold tone: "Have you thought about how to go in the future?"

Xiao Xun asked him back: "Master, do you want to listen to the truth, or tell the truth?"

At such a young age, he is so routine and sincere, Xie Ling thinks this little bastard is a bit interesting.

"Bluntly," he said.

"I don't have much ambition. I just walk casually and let nature take its course." The young man in red and silver hair spread his hands, and he spoke seriously and confidently about his lack of ambition.

He is my ideal salted fish apprentice.But at the moment, with a clear and cold personality, it is not easy to react too strongly to this kind of speech, Xie Ling forced herself to be silent for a long while, and choked out a word: "Okay."

Then he continued in a light tone: "You can choose one of the vacant rooms here; if you don't like it, you can choose another place on the peak and build your own house."

"Where does Master live?" Xiao Xun asked after thinking for a while.

Xie Ling: "North."

Xiao Xun nodded: "I understand."

Is it to find out where my master lives so that I can find a place a little farther away to live my own life?Xie Ling pinned Xiao Xun's meaning.

The hand on his knee moved inconspicuously, and he said again: "I think you have been listening to the book on the introduction to practice that Songtang received. Although you practice as you like, you should remember to read it."

To be a teacher, after all, you have to look like a teacher, even if it is pretending, so I have this advice.

Of course, this is Xie Ling's guess. Which school doesn't distribute textbooks to new students?Even if you guessed wrong, you can still use "Oh? Is that right? I misremembered my teacher". After all, as we all know, Mr. Xuesheng has never confiscated apprentices in these years.

Xiao Xun said "yes", responding to Xie Ling's words.

Guessed right, Xie Ling nodded secretly.He withdrew his gaze, rolled up his sleeves slowly, and explained the most important rules here with a casual attitude: "If there is anything you don't understand, you can tell me when Sichu arrives at noon and before Shenmo arrives." Come and find me."

Xie Ling was glad that she had watched a TV series called "The Twelve Hours of Chang'an" and wrote down the twelve hours, but when it came to talking about the weekend break, she got stuck.

There are no weekends these days, and two days off every seven seems to be too much talk.

Just don't talk about it.Xie Ling stopped talking.

Xiao Xun replied: "Yes, Master."

After he finished speaking, Xie Ling didn't speak again.

The wind slowly entered the hall, shaking the corner of Xiao Xun's clothes, and then brushed the ends of Xie Ling's hair. For a while, the hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Xie Ling glanced at the hem of her clothes hanging outside the couch, slowly raised her gaze, met Xiao Xun's gaze, and asked, "Is there any other question?"

"Not yet." Xiao Xun shook his head.

"Then go do your own thing." Xie Ling raised his hand and flicked.

"Disciple leave." Xiao Xun still had that obedient appearance, raised his hand, bowed his body, performed the salute, and then left the hall.

Xie Ling lowered her eyelids, tried her best to listen and perceive, and when she was sure that Xiao Xun was going far away, her straight back collapsed, she leaned back, and let her eyes go blank.

After about twenty breaths, he sat up straight again like a spring rebounding, stepped on the ground with both legs, and strode towards the bookshelf.

Mr. Xuesheng has a very distinctive personal style in organizing. Books on spiritual practice are arranged strictly according to the classification of entry, advanced, and advanced.Xie Ling easily took out several introductory books, and thanked Mr. Xuesheng for not throwing them away after learning.

——Xie Ling, the textbooks for elementary and junior high schools were secretly sold outside for game coins, and those books and exercise books for high school were thrown into the trash can on the day after the college entrance examination.

He chose again among these introductory books, picked two and put them in his arms, put the rest back on the bookshelf, straightened his sleeves, put on a human-like expression, and walked towards the dormitory.

After closing the door, he took off his shoes, socks, and coat in one go, and then he crossed his legs on the bed, opened the book, and read intently.

——The traditional vertical layout is really suffocating.

Xie Ling didn't study anything systematically after graduating from university. He was busy with work and had no time to study quietly.I have been trapped in the impetuous society for a long time, and I am more or less repulsed by such serious and old-fashioned books.

He stared at the words on the title page for a while, then covered his face with the book, and lay down with a low scream.

It was more or less bad luck.

When others wear books, they are either exciting or bloody.As for him, after transmigrating, he is obviously a famous person, but he wants to learn how to cultivate immortals from the beginning.

Is this the same as picking up a big size but not knowing how to play?Really bitter.

No pain No gain.

No pain No gain.

No pain No gain……

Xie Ling recited this sentence silently in her heart no less than a hundred times before she lifted her spirits, moved the book away from her face, and sat up.

He stared at these vertical traditional characters.This is an introduction to practice, or an introduction. It is written in vernacular, without long paragraphs and classical Chinese. If you are used to seeing the vertical characters, you can see it.

Books compiled by people these days are also divided into chapters.In the first chapter, Xie Ling read - what is the world?How did the predecessors discuss the world?What is Tao?What is the function of Tao?How did the ancients view "Tao"?

...as if returning to a philosophy class.

He returned to the catalog with a blank expression, searched for it, and went directly to the second chapter.The content of this chapter is much more interesting, teaching people how to feel the aura and how to gather the aura.

In the next chapter, we will talk about the division and characteristics of realms.The realms of this world, from low to high, are called the realm of tranquility, the realm of spiritual emptiness, the realm of wandering the world, and the realm of silence.

……

In this world without clocks, the passage of time is difficult to judge.After an unknown amount of time, Xie Ling's expression changed from one of concentration to drowsiness.

He yawned, got out of bed with the book, and walked to the desk.

There are all kinds of pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the table, but it was a little messed up by the previous search.Xie Ling put down the book in his hand, tidied it up, and after sitting down, spread out a piece of paper very smoothly, picked up a pen, and dipped it in ink.

He didn't want to take notes - when he realized it, didn't he change his position and continue reading? A few bamboos were drawn on the rice paper, as well as a piece of eaves corner of the place where he lives now.

Xie Ling couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Maybe this is the word Moyu engraved into the DNA." He looked up and said to himself.

He reluctantly put down the pen and picked up the book again, but after looking at it, he suddenly measured the thickness with his fingers and put the book back with a snap.

"Haste makes waste. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You can't force it. Let's see this today and watch it tomorrow." The man muttered, took out his pen, and continued to draw.

Xie Ling has practiced calligraphy, and has good brush control skills, and the level of traditional Chinese painting is also impressive.The composition of this painting is simple, and the completion of the wall under the eaves is complete.

There were a lot of paperweights on the table, Xie Ling pressed down the paintings, got up and walked around the chair, and pushed open the window behind him.He wanted to get some air to let the painting dry faster, and take a look at the sky outside to judge what time it is.

The sun rose quite a bit, and it seemed that it was about to reach the zenith.

—It's noon.

And what he saw with this glance was not only the sky, but also the pavilion windows facing diagonally in the sunlight—it was a small building, two stories high, the windows on the second floor were wide open, and a young man in red and silver hair stood In front of the window, smiling with crooked eyes, arched his hands, and saluted him from a distance: "Master."

It was Xiao Xun.

Xie Ling told Xiao Xun that there are many vacant rooms here, but in fact, to put it mildly, there are several vacant small buildings on his Crane Peak.Xiao Xun chose such a small independent building with a beautiful flower bed outside.

But the point is not whether Xiao Xun chooses a detached villa or not.The windows of Xie Ling's house opened to the southeast, and the small building was obliquely opposite him. The angle and orientation of the windows were just west, and the layout inside the window was complete with bed cabinets and some miscellaneous items. It was clearly the selected bedroom.

Such a room, in summer, will be bathed in the scorching sun for the whole afternoon. Once a person steps into the room, it will probably be so hot that it will evaporate directly.

To choose such a dilapidated house, this salted fish is probably stupid.

Xie Ling was speechless, stared at Xiao Xun for a moment, then nodded slightly at him, which was regarded as a response to his greeting.

Xie Ling closed the window.

Xiao Xun didn't move, still standing in front of the window.

The sun was blowing in the wind, his hair was plated with a thin layer of gold, his eyes were also discolored, the whole person looked a bit distorted, like a delicately carved puppet.

He fiddled with the antlers hanging on his chest, looked away from the opposite window, slowly fell, and landed on a flower branch outside the building.

A person as powerful as Mr. Xuesheng can't stare even through a distance and a window—the gaze and gaze will be found.

Xie Ling, Lord of the Sound of Snow, the world describes him as the snow in early spring, falling on the flower branches waiting to bloom, quiet and beautiful, but cold to the bone, and can only be seen from a distance.

But Xiao Xun doesn't like snow.He likes gaudy things, he likes full spring, he likes colorful flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields, and there are butterflies rising and falling among the flowers.So he naturally doesn't like Mr. Xue Sheng.

He is the son of the Xiao family in Luming Mountain, the Xiao family that has been wiped out by the enemy family.The Human Way is the closest sect to Luming Mountain, but in the previous life, the sect he worshiped was not the Human Way.

The path Xiao Xun chose was to become a casual cultivator.He first went to the south, wandered in the territory of the ancient witch clan, then turned north, listened to the Buddhist monks on the snowy land, then went west, then east...

During this period, he met the only apprentice of Mr. Xue Sheng - Xie Fengxue several times.

Impressions, at first he didn't have a deep impression of Xie Fenglue. Although they fought and had conflicts, he never took this person to heart.Until later, he entered a certain ancient secret realm together with Xie Fenglue and some other people.

He was injured in the secret realm, and the environment inside was special, so the blood from the wound overflowed with a little devilish energy.

This devilish energy was not born from demons in Xiao Xun's cultivation process, or was corroded by some filth in the secret realm, but it was born with it.It was by relying on it back then that Xiao Xun survived the night when his house was destroyed.

Xiao Xun co-existed with devil energy, and never used it to do evil, not even using it to improve his cultivation, at most he used it to tease his spiritual pet.But for the common people, the demonic energy is the demonic energy, which is naturally opposed to the Dao, and all practitioners who follow the right path are burdened with the mission of killing demons.

Identifying magic energy is a skill that every practitioner must master.Once the source was found out, fighting broke out in the secret realm.

Xie Fengxuan was the closest to Xiao Xun, and immediately drew his sword.Xiao Xun's counterattack was not slow either. After a few moves, he found that Mr. Xue Sheng taught well, and Xie Fenglue was a worthy opponent.

But it just needs a little more attention.

Xiao Xun retreated completely from that ancient secret realm.

What follows is the old drama of chasing and killing people in the whole world.

Because of his young age, each sect gathered a group of young practitioners.Generally speaking, a casual cultivator is no match for a practitioner from a major sect, let alone many such practitioners united.But Xiao Xun traveled to many places and learned a lot of things, not only escaped the pursuit, but also severely injured many of them.

——Among these people, Xie Fenglue was included.

As a master, Xie Ling began to hunt down Xiao Xun.

Xie Ling's realm was much higher than Xiao Xun's, so of course, Xiao Xun did not escape.

It was a night when the snow was as light as flying catkins, Xiao Xun was tired from walking, and was warming wine in the thatched hut.Lord Xuesheng came with a sword in hand, light clothes not stained with dust.

The two of them didn't say anything, but with a look, they could clearly understand each other's intentions.

Lord Xuesheng made thirteen sword strikes, Xiao Xun tried his best to resist and avoid twelve sword strikes.

No.13 sword, he was pierced through the sternum.

Xiao Xun still remembered that the blood that fell on the snow at that time was dazzlingly red.

He really doesn't like snow.

Xiao Xun leaned against the west window, his gaze was aimless, chasing after the petals blown away by the wind.He thought that he was just a passer-by in this world, but he never thought that this world just wanted to keep people.

——It was a resurrection.

Right now is late spring and early summer, the flowers are withered and the road is full, and the wind is blowing, and the broken leaves are piled up.

He put his hands on his chest and let out a slow breath.

That sword stab really hurts.

"Master."

Xiao Xun murmured with a low smile, his voice was gentle and soft, yet a little cold.In the previous life, he killed him, but in this life, he accepted him as a disciple. This change is really interesting.

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