Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Bianran Peak is a place for disciples in the sect to listen to sermons and give classes.

The peak is covered with snow all the year round, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are dozens of academies and open-air squares built around the peak.

When Shen Zhexue walked to Bianran Peak, it had just snowed here.

Tired of hearing the deep rain and sweet rain, Bianran Peak is snowing all year round, and Taiqingzong waits for one peak and one time, which is also a spectacle.

Fortunately, the "Wenqu Pavilion" where Shen Zhexue was assigned to lecture was a small indoor study hall, and he was not allowed to sit in the snow to attend classes.

The subject he is going to talk about is called "Cultivation of Truth and Evil Currents", which belongs to the foundation of the theoretical courses.

Shen Zhexue checked the picture stones of the previous class, the attendance rate was average, and there were quite a lot of people who didn't listen.

In the past, Gua Wazi in his class didn't listen to lectures, and even dared to fall asleep while sitting in the first row. Teacher Shen was not surprised, so he walked over and knocked on the table to settle the matter.

Now in the world of comprehension, people don't sleep, they meditate.

...meditate.

Imagine looking around from the podium, the class is full of students meditating cross-legged, Shen Zhexue has a headache.

At the moment before Wenqu Pavilion, he seemed to have regained the tension he felt when he was taking the first class in his career.

Take a deep breath—

Shen Zhexue, Teacher Shen!As far as your hypnosis class is concerned, it would be great if half of the people can come, don't expect too much!

Now I hope that even if they are meditating, they can sit forward a little bit.

Shen Zhexue recited silently in circles: You can't want to abandon the class halfway, the flowers in the realm of comprehension need to be cared for.

The scene of sitting in meditation flashed into Shen Zhexue's mind again. He gritted his teeth and deceived himself: I finished teaching this year's class, and I will resign next year...

Raise your hand and press on the door, you are about to open the door and enter.

But in an instant, Shen Zhexue hesitated.

"This……"

Not right.

Just by sensing the aura fluctuations, he knew that the room in front of him was full of people.

He was stunned, and looked up to see if he had gone to the wrong classroom.

But the hanging plaque clearly read "Wenqu Pavilion" in big characters, and there was no mistake. Why did so many people come?

Shen Zhexue was confused, hesitating whether to go in or not.

Coincidentally, an inner sect disciple who assisted the elder in lecturing came over, folded his sleeves and said respectfully: "I have met Elder Shen."

Shen Zhexue asked in a low voice: "Are there still lecturers inside?"

The disciple smiled and said, "Returning to the elder, there are so many people here today. We wanted to change to a bigger place, but there is no vacant academy right now, and it will snow again outside, so we can only squeeze here."

"I see." Shen Zhexue nodded.

It is indeed the most promising class in the cultivation world, these freshmen are too motivated!

His fighting spirit was instantly high, and he felt that he had become younger, and he could even teach for hundreds of years.

Shi Yuan, who was sitting in the Wenqu Pavilion, took out the book, pen and ink from the red bracelet.

The disciples could not arrive later than the teacher, and Shi Yuan took a step ahead of Master Shen when he was halfway up the mountain.

It wasn't too late for them to set off, but there were too many people who wanted to occupy seats today, and when Shi Yuan arrived, there was no good place to sit in front.

He looked around, and in the eyes of curiosity and astonishment, he walked slowly to the empty seat by the wall in the front row and sat down.

He didn't forget to nod to his classmates in the same row as a greeting.

The other party's cheeks flushed, and he thought: What a handsome young man.

Looking at the world of comprehension, it is a joke to judge seniority by age, but for new monks like them who have not yet cultivated their faces and bones, the age of entry represents their starting level for embarking on the road of cultivation. The smaller the talent, the higher the talent.

There were only 12 young people like Shi Yuan present.

"You are the Shi Yuan who was inspected by Elder Yan?" The girl in the front row turned around and said with a smile, "My name is Qiao Tan. How about we discuss each other after class?"

Qiao Tan was the youngest one present, but this girl was more fierce with a sword than the brothers and sisters in the sect, and she was also aggressive. She had been fighting with people in the sect all day these days.

Shi Yuan put down the book, smiled and declined politely: "I'm afraid it won't work, my injury is not fully healed yet, so I can't beat Fellow Daoist Qiao."

As he spoke, he took out a handful of loose nougat from his sleeve, "Please forgive me, fellow Daoist Qiao."

Qiao Tan smelled faintly of sweet sugar, and because Shi Yuan used to raise Nian Nian and other little demons, he was used to carrying some snacks with him, and now he took them out, as if he was coaxing the girl next door.

Qiao Tan took the candy and smiled with a canine tooth, "Okay, but don't treat me like a child, you will fight me when you recover from your injury."

Qiao Tan opened the door, and the other students also gradually let go.

They didn't know Shi Yuan's temperament, and they were afraid that the second on the list would be as aloof and unapproachable as Yuan Xiyan.

Now seeing that he is so gentle and easy to talk, naturally he is willing to make friends with him.

Shi Yuan was originally good-looking, he looked like a young man with clear and bright features, but he was not at all frivolous, his words and deeds were moderate, polite and gentle, and he looked more stable than those who were a few years older than him.

But after he took off the big fur, others saw a pair of thin shoulders, his figure had not fully grown, and he was considered thin among his peers.

Coupled with a teardrop mole under his eye, he looked even more fragile and pitiful.

The older ones inadvertently thought of the younger brother at home, but almost forgot that the boy in front of him had fought Elder Yan not long ago.

After exchanging names, they saw that Shi Yuan seemed a little shy, and he was not the kind of person who likes to talk, so they stopped trying to talk to him, but brought a few words from time to time, so that he would not be left alone.

Let's get acquainted today first, in the future we will all be from the same school, and there will be opportunities to meet each other.

Only Qiao Tan propped his arms on the back of the chair, his big eyes were bright and watery, "Elder Shen treats you so kindly, that big fur belongs to him, I heard from my master, Elder Shen's injury is not healed yet, otherwise he would have been injured a few days ago." I’m going directly to you, tired of listening to Shen Yu, to ask for advice.”

The fur coat draped on Shi Yuan's body did look a bit wide and long, but others didn't care about it, but this girl was careful.

Shi Yuan lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, Master is not suitable for using force."

"I also heard that you guys are very famous for Shen Yu's hot pot. If you don't fight, can you still eat hot pot?"

"Eh?" Shi Yuan choked, "What? Hot pot?"

A banter sounded behind him.

"Girl, don't even think about hot pot. You forgot to bring your books. If you didn't bring your books the first day, if your mother finds out, she will beat you."

When Shi Yuan turned his head, he saw Tuesday walking towards them with a book in his hand.

It is said that Shiyuan was carried back from the outskirts of Langfeng City on Tuesday, and when he woke up again, the whereabouts of this person were unknown.

Uncle Sui said that on Tuesday, he received a temporary job and went out to run a business again.

After that, Shi Yuan was busy dealing with Mo Huihui's many matters, so he didn't care about this unpredictable neighbor.

I didn't expect to meet again, it would be in Taiqing Zong's inner school.

Shi Yuan's thoughts changed sharply, and he said with surprise on his face: "Ah, Brother Zhou, why are you here?"

Qiao Tan looked back and forth between the two of them, surprised: "You guys know each other? Brother Zhou is the great-great-grandson of my grandmother's old friend. My mother sent me to take care of me, and take care of me by the way!"

She deliberately bit the "caretaker" hard, obviously because she was tired of Tuesday's mother-in-law and nagging.

On Tuesday, he knocked on Qiao Tan's forehead with a book, and complained: "Little ancestor, don't make arrangements for me. You should think about how to explain to your mother when you go back." Then he looked at Shi Yuan and said hello, "Neighbor, long time no see. You look much better."

Hearing what he said, Shi Yuan replied with a smile: "Yes, Brother Zhou is still so energetic."

At this time, Shen Zhexue pushed the door and walked in.

The whole place was silent.

Shen Zhexue let out an "oops" in her heart, and successfully regained the cordial experience she had when she was a head teacher.

He was still holding a bamboo umbrella to protect him from the rain, he was wearing a long snow-green gown, the collar and sleeves were covered with dark-flowered crane patterns, and a silver-handled fly whisk was lying on his elbow, which was handed to him by an inner disciple just now, saying that class was over. After returning it, it is equivalent to a punching tool.

Half of the eye-catching white hair is collected in a small delicate crown, and the loose part is naturally worn, hanging down to the waist.

Shen Zhexue complained more than once that Peak Master Shen's hair was troublesome, and he had to deliberately cover up and dye it when he went out, so he was almost cut off, but everyone in the cultivation world has long hair, so he can't be too independent, so he should give this white hair to him in the end. stayed.

Elder Shen found it troublesome, but the eyes of the disciples below were brightened.

Shi Yuan's deskmate quietly touched his arm, mouthed and said, "Your master is so pretty!"

Shi Yuan nodded happily, and the smile on his lips grew wider.

The tablemate was dazed for a moment, and lay down covering his face.

Shen Zhexue didn't have time to go out on Tuesday. Shen Zhexue also saw him when she entered the door. She was confused, but she still walked to the front of the stage, cleared her throat, and said, "Hi everyone, my name is Shen Zhexue. Lesson, let me talk about it..."

The Cultivation and Evil Currents Theory in the Taiqing Sect had to be lectured for half a month, and each lecture lasted for two hours. Shen Zhexue was also in charge of the courses of two classes in Beishan Academy, going back and forth between three o'clock and one line almost every day.

Xubu Taiqing's main theoretical courses will be completed within fifteen days, and Shiyuan's course schedule is even tighter. When he goes out in the early morning and listens to the deep rain, he usually has to wait until dark before returning.

The two of them still had pen and ink to use at night, so Shi Yuan and Shen Zhexue shared a long table.

Shi Yuan wrote the retention exercises, Shen Zhexue wrote the lesson plans, and also answered questions for the students.

They have to write very late, but fortunately, the spiritual power is enough to support the body, and there is no need for much sleep.

And Shi Yuan really loved this moment every night.

Candlelight gently wraps the room in a warm color, the warm brilliance of the luminous pearl scattered on the clothes, the sound of rain pattered, and the spirits of plants and trees fluttered in the misty rain in the courtyard, and a little bit of spiritual light sank into the world like the reflection of the galaxy.

The night wind blows the Zhanfengduo hanging from the heavy folded snow under the eaves, and the jade pieces touch lightly, and the sound of rain is distant and crisp.

In the past, there was also a copper bell hanging in Mohuitou. Whenever Shiyuan woke up from a dream of nothingness and listened carefully, he felt that it was a little lonely echo in the silent night.

But with Shen Zhexue to accompany him at night, it makes people linger so much.

After getting along for a few days, those who are careful in the same door will notice that Shi Yuan has an easy-going personality, he is calm and polite in doing things and speaking, and he is always unhurried.

Only when the class is approaching, will he show the temperament he should have at his age.

He would look impatiently at the sky outside the window, his handwriting gradually became scribbled, his fingers silently tapped the pen holder, and his small movements became more numerous.

When the husband finally raised his whisk and said "Scatter", he quickly picked up the books and rushed out of the academy with everyone.

It seemed that someone was waiting for him, and there was a longing in his heart.

Tired of hearing the deep rain is always raining.

The rain in the early spring was not in a hurry, Shi Yuan, with water droplets rolling in his hair, went back to this rainy mountain with an umbrella.

What he was looking forward to was not the end of get out of class, but a lamp and a person in the room.

Time flies by like water.

This evening class, the lecturer dragged on for too long, and when Shi Yuan hastily put away the mirror and books, the sky outside the window was already very dark.

Swords are not allowed in the Taiqing sect, and all disciples have to go down the mountain on foot, but they are allowed to lift their qi to do light exercises, as long as they don't bump into people.

Some students with a bad temper can jump down the mountain directly.

For example, in the current situation of dragging halls, at first glance, one would think that the disciples on Bianran Peak would go back to their ancestors collectively, a group of monks going up in the morning, and a group of monkeys jumping down at night.

Shi Yuan also wanted to go back quickly, and pulled out the Yufeng Talisman paper from his sleeve.

Someone behind him stopped him, and said in a clear voice, "Fellow Daoist Shi."

When he turned around, that person was Yuan Xiyan.

Yuan Xiyan seldom took the initiative to talk to people in the academy, but with Senior Brother Pei Jing first, everyone was not surprised by this, and he was allowed to walk around alone every day, aloof and awe-inspiring.

Yuan Xiyan handed a bamboo and wooden umbrella in front of him, "Did Daoist Shi forget this?"

Shi Yuan took out an identical bamboo umbrella from the spirit bracelet, looked at him and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yuan, but my umbrella has not been lost, this one may belong to another comrade."

"So that's how it is. There aren't many people with umbrellas in the pavilion, so I just take it as you."

Yuan Xiyan was handsome and handsome, half a head taller than Shi Yuan. He held the umbrella, leaned forward slightly, and said, "I wonder if fellow Daoist Shi will be with you during the trip to the small secret realm in five months' time?"

The experience in the small secret realm half a year after entering the sect is a tradition that has been established since the establishment of the Taiqing sect.

The experience mainly focuses on collecting fairy grass and spiritual plants, and all the proceeds belong to the pickers. Because there are many accompanying guardian spirit beasts around the spiritual plants, it is not unusual to form a team to fight.

Shi Yuan didn't intend to go with others, he wanted to go with Shen Zhexue.

So he said: "I haven't washed my marrow yet, and my physique is far inferior to that of Yuan Daoyou. It's fine to fight alone. I'm afraid it will be a drag. Moreover, my master has already decided on the spiritual grass that needs to be collected. It is very reluctant to complete the master's order. I may not be able to fight with you. You accompany."

Yuan Xiyan didn't take it seriously, "So that's how it is. A strict teacher produces high-level apprentices, and fellow Taoists will surely make great progress under Elder Shen's door."

His expression was the same, "Yuan is one step ahead."

Then he left.

Shi Yuan looked at the back of this man going away, frowned slightly, feeling a little strange, but didn't know how to describe it.

Looking at the sky again, he stopped delaying and went down the mountain against the wind.

Shen Zhexue was tired of listening in the deep rain to correct the homework of the students of Beishan Academy, when she heard footsteps in front of the door, she said loudly: "There is hot soup on the stove, go and drink it first."

Shi Yuan responded, and ran briskly to the back kitchen.

Xie Zhuchun recently took over the task, and has been unsealed from the spiritual energy seal, so he can have fun everywhere.

For several days in a row, there were only two masters and apprentices in the deep rain.

Shi Yuan filled two bowls of hot chicken soup, and Shen Zhexue opened the door for him. As the night got darker, he asked, "Which lecturer is today? It's been too long, and no one can listen to it."

"It's Senior Jiang Qianchui." Shi Yuan said with a smile: "Master, go in quickly, it seems to be colder today than in previous days, it's going to be cold spring."

Shen Zhexue really felt that today's weather was a little abnormal, and even he was a little tired.

When he sat down, his mind was heavy, and he reached out and pressed his forehead subconsciously.

Sensing his movements, Shi Yuan nervously asked, "Master, is your body unwell?"

"No, I guess I've been sitting for too long, and I'm dizzy." Shen Zhexue didn't care, and took a sip of the soup with a spoon.

As soon as the soup entered the mouth, Shen Zhexue let out a "huh" and said a little embarrassedly: "It's a bit weak, I missed it today."

During this period of time, Shen Zhexue would toss about in the kitchen whenever she had time, and Shi Yuan's physique was too weak, so she might not be able to bear it if she washed her marrow rashly.

In his plan, Shi Yuan should be recuperated by the method of nourishing food first, and the basic level of the original body should be improved first, and then improved by external force.

"Master, I have a mild taste, and I think it tastes good." As if to prove that what he said was true, Shi Yuan gulped a few mouthfuls, and drank the soup with his head raised.

It's just that the soup was finished, but Shi Yuan quietly peeked at the master beside him from above the rim of the bowl.

Shen Zhexue was also holding the bowl. In the dense mist, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he seemed a little distressed that he had messed up his best dish.

The candlelight shone on the outline of his profile, like a tulle lightly hugging the jade, which was indescribably beautiful.

When Shi Yuan put down the bowl, his earlobes were soaked a thin red under the light.

The two warmed up with a drink, chatted for a few words, then got up and walked to the table, sat opposite each other, and wrote their own things.

During the period, Shi Yuan encountered confusion occasionally, and Shen Zhexue patiently answered him one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the moon was in the sky, Shi Yuan put down his pen, and said in a soft voice: "Master, this disciple is a little sleepy."

"Ah, take it over there." Shen Zhexue glanced at the night outside, then told him to keep warm, got up and went back to the room to rest.

In fact, today it was collected earlier than usual, Shi Yuan saw that Shen Zhexue was a little tired, so he deliberately moved half an hour earlier.

After Shi Yuan finished washing, he lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep.

He was thinking about Master's injury recurring.

Although it looked good before, but he noticed carefully that Master seemed to be more afraid of the cold than before.

Thinking that when my leg injury is not healed, I will be in pain when I meet Biantian, and if Master will do the same, it will be too much to suffer.

Shi Yuan had something on his mind, so it was inevitable to toss and turn at night.

He pushed aside the bed curtain casually, but was startled suddenly, got up and walked to the window.

The wind whistled against the panes, and when he opened the wooden window, the cold wind rushed in.

In addition to the rain, there was some coldness in the wind.

Those who only know how to rain are tired of listening to the deep rain, and it actually snows at night.

Shi Yuan opened his eyes wide and looked at the scattered snow in front of him, as if he suddenly realized something, he ran out of the room in a hurry, and he didn't have time to put on his clothes and shoes.

He walked through the wind corridor, and saw that all the leaves of the plants and trees in the deep rain courtyard were covered with thin frost.

But on the wooden door of Shen Zhexue's bedroom, there was a thick layer of ice.

"Master!" Shi Yuan knocked on the door, with his ears pressed against the cold door, unable to hear the movement inside, nor to respond.

Anxiously, he took the charm in his sleeve, and the wind blade cut out, splitting the door into several pieces.

The room was dark, with no lights on.

The cold air is as cold as deep winter, as if someone has dug a cold cave here.

He rushed to Shen Zhexue's bed, the wind and rain outside the house were dark.

The talisman was drawn and the lamp was lit, and the cold light in the snow-cave-like room flickered.

Shi Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw Shen Zhexue curled up tightly in the depths of the bed at a glance.