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

The news that Hanshan Youyun was infiltrated by the evil cultivator Quanzong caused a sensation in the world.

Such a major event has not happened in hundreds of years. When the news first spread, the listeners all felt absurd.

Until Hanshan closed the mountain and the official roads in the north were closed, the Xubu Taiqing suzerain and emperor Jiangxi Xingjun personally confirmed this matter, and will execute dozens of evil cultivators at Zhuhuntai next month. They couldn't recover from the shock.

Many speculations spread by the wind.

Hanshan Youyun, who aspired to the top three sects, was almost devoured, and all sects and sects were unavoidably panicked, and a dark cloud gathered in the cultivation world that had been peaceful for more than a hundred years.

The four directions are full of wind and clouds, and the dark tide is surging, but inside the deep rain, the atmosphere is very different.

Raindrops fell on the spirit screen, and the moist water vapor mixed with the wind, blowing the wind chimes hanging in the corridor.

The wind was not strong, and the sound of small collisions was carried far away, illusory, and it made people feel drowsy after listening to it for a long time.

Yuan Xiyan was a little lost in thought, he was standing outside the courtyard under the moon gate, in his hand was the spiritual herb he begged from Jiang Qianchui, it was in a brocade box, but the lid was not closed.

The leaves of the spirit grass were covered with the morning dew and dispersed in the mist.

Xie Zhuchun turned out from behind the moon gate, Yuan Xiyan squeezed the edge of the box tightly and strode forward, but Xie Zhuchun raised his sleeve to stop him, and said in a low voice, "Go out and talk."

The two retreated one by one to the middle of the mountain where they were tired of the deep rain. Xie Zhuchun was going to the market at the foot of the mountain to buy some things, so they were on the same road.

Looking at the bright fairy plants in Yuan Xi's inkstone brocade box, it is a variety that blooms and dies after being picked, and it cannot be stored in a closed environment, and it likes an environment with abundant water vapor.

He carried it all the way, no wonder even his clothes and hair were mostly wet.

Xie Zhuchun said to Yuan Xiyan as he walked, "Give it to me. It's hard to say if you won't need it. Use it later and see."

Yuan Xiyan's expression darkened, and he said dumbly: "What's the matter?"

Xie Zhuchun shook his head, "Ordinary medical practitioners can't cure it. I've never seen the seal break out like that. The suzerain and Elder Yan didn't say anything after seeing it. Anyway, they kept a lot of things secret."

Seeing Yuan Xiyan's gloomy eyes, he said again: "Many things can't be found out now, so we should take care of him first and discuss it later. It's you..."

He glanced at the copper ring around Yuan Xiyan's neck, and said "Tsk", "How about you?"

It is said that after Yuan Xiyan returned to the clan, he explained everything clearly. He already knew very little, and his original purpose was the result of being misled.

But he is indeed a century-old ghost body, a puppet reborn, and he is too clear to keep him.

After Yuan Xiyan left the Zongzhu Peak, this copper ring appeared on his neck, which is a magic weapon used by meditation to restrain ghosts.

Later he went to the mountain peak of Xuan Qizi, Xuan Qizi came back one step earlier than him, and chose to close the door and disappear.

The smell of wine wafted from the house.

Xuan Qizi hadn't taken any apprentices for many years, and Xuan Qi Peak was sparsely populated, quiet and peaceful.

Although it was said outside that Master had received three apprentices, there were only two disciples including Yuan Xiyan on the peak.

The legendary elder brother who is very competitive is not here.

Both master and apprentice don't like to talk, only the second apprentice is so busy, he has to look around for the confused master today, and chat with the younger junior who is too taciturn tomorrow.

Yuan Xiyan didn't care about the people around him at that time, nor did he intend to learn the temperament of others. He practiced sword and Taoism with a cold face on the peak, while Xuan Qizi watched from the side with a wine gourd.

This master is addicted to alcohol, but at this time he only holds the gourd but does not drink.

Yuan Xiyan made rapid progress, his sword was unparalleled, and there were few opponents in his generation, even the second senior brother was defeated by him.

But he has never been recognized by Xuan Qizi.

He also asked Xuan Qizi, "Is there anyone else whose sword is faster than mine?"

The restless Xuan Qizi shook the wine gourd that could never be full, and said, "Yes."

"But you, master?" Yuan Xiyan said offensively: "Or senior brother?"

Xuan Qizi was stunned, and said with a smile: "Xiyan, you have to practice real swords, otherwise how can you compete with destiny?"

Later, the second senior brother of Lao Ma Zixin told him quietly that when Emperor Taiqing invited his master to fight twice, the first time he invited Xuan Qizi.

He met the Lingjun who was good at using voodoo, and it was the senior brother who asked to understand the medicine. Later, the senior brother went to the emperor to surrender, and was never allowed to become a sect.

Xuan Qizi even went to find Qin Guzhen on purpose, but the princes in Jiangxi did not communicate with each other, and his disciples had strict rules. She had never even heard of that person, let alone How are you doing?

At that time, Yuan Xiyan didn't listen to others' words, whether it was Xie Zhuchun or Xuan Qizi, they all said that what he practiced was not a real sword.

But what does that matter, what he asked for was never about his cultivation level, nor was he asking about his heart.

After returning to the sect, Yuan Xiyan knelt outside Xuanqizi's gate for a whole night.

The second senior brother came over and looked at him complicatedly, and said: "Master originally would not accept any more apprentices. During the Grand Competition, everyone in the Taiqing sect praised you for being unparalleled in swordsmanship, and you will surely win the championship, but Junior Brother Yuan, I was the one who practiced with the respected master." You can also tell from the soft sword in the past few years that you have too many worries in your heart."

Xuanqizi's peak was always wafting with the smell of wine, and in the wind, the second senior brother who had always been short-tempered said: "But the master still accepted you, he said, who can live without any worries? And it is precisely because of You will know that you are alive only if you are persistent. He hopes that your sword will be able to truly move forward despite the obstacles."

The sun rose and the moon set, but Xuan Qizi still opened the door.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just gave Yuan Xiyan the wine gourd and let him have a sip.

Years of persistence and bitterness have produced this strong wine.

The mountain road, tired of the deep rain, was slippery, but the two moved quickly.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." At the edge of the mountain, Yuan Xiyan said, "Can you please teach me how to practice swords?"

Xie Zhuchun stopped and looked back at him.

Xuan Qizi asked Yuan Xiyan to understand what is the true sword heart and sword way before retreating.

"You should know that I don't like you very much." Xie Zhuchun squinted his eyes, looked at the wooden sword on Yuan Xiyan's waist, put his five fingers together, and the scabbard buzzed continuously.

Yuan Xiyan was startled and was about to grab the hilt of the sword, but the wooden sword grazed his palm and flew into Xie Zhuchun's hand.

"Come to me when you can at least hold the sword." Xie Zhuchun threw the wooden sword back to him, turned his head and left the mountain barrier.

It was a sunny day when the deep rain came out. The market outside the Taiqing Sect was extremely lively, people of all ethnic groups and factions came and went, and the teahouses and restaurants were talking about new things about the Hanshan chaos.

Xie Zhuchun picked out a few hand stoves in Chunqi's store, added some fluffy cushions and drape fabrics, and packed them into a storage bag.

There were bursts of exclamations from the open-air restaurant facing the street, Xie Zhuchun listened silently for a moment, the rumors about Hanshan were true and false spread all over the cultivation world, rumors about the revival of the evil sect were all over the sky.

Emperor Jiangxi is used to hiding behind the scenes, and Emperor Taiqing suddenly has the posture to preside over the three sects.

Xie Zhuchun lowered his eyes, turned the storage bag inside out, and walked through the streets, Yuan Xiyan followed behind him half a step away.

The sky was getting dark, and the red fire cloud lit up half of the sky. He walked very fast, as if he wanted to throw away all the distracting thoughts one by one.

Yuan Xiyan followed unhurriedly, and in a blink of an eye he had returned to the gate of the Taiqing sect.

In the three sects, Hanshan is built against the mountain with clouds, and the emperor's son descends and rises against the water. Only the small peaks and lakes in the Taiqing sect have the same level, which is a blessed place with four seasons.

Thousands of spiritual lights are lit along the mountain road on the main peak. Walking along the road is like climbing a ladder to become a fairy, like a dream.

Xie Zhuchun's wide and long sleeves fell on the stone steps of the mountain path, and the spirit of the vegetation in the mountain spread out in all directions.

Yuan Xiyan didn't understand what it meant at first, but then he figured it out, because Xie Zhuchun is the form of Gu Chunjian, with a sharp body, naturally he doesn't like these wood spirits.

But he didn't disturb them. It's amazing that the sword light of the thousand-year-old magic weapon doesn't frighten the weak plants and trees.

"What are you looking at?" Xie Zhuchun noticed his gaze and asked without looking back.

Yuan Xiyan told the truth, "Look at your sword intent."

Xie Zhuchun paused, turned around, his face was not bright, and he seemed to want to scold Yuan Xiyan.

But in the end I held back, probably thinking that arguing with a piece of wood was useless.

So Xie Zhuchun started another topic: "What kind of person do you think Elder Shen is?"

Yuan Xiyan was taken aback, but did not answer him.

Moths that became spirits lingered beside the lights, Xie Zhuchun slowed down a little, "Don't talk?"

Yuan Xiyan shook his head, "Brother Xie, it's not good to discuss people in private."

"Okay." Xie Zhuchun narrowed his eyes, reached out to catch a moth fluttering past his eyes, and said, "I think he gave me a feeling of deja vu."

He looked at Yuan Xiyan, "Have you ever seen such a person before?"

Yuan Xiyan thought for a while, and said: "I have copied many people, and people like Elder Shen are probably the type of 'do your best, and accept the responsibility you can bear'."

"It's a good one to do his best, and to bear the responsibility." Xie Zhuchun smiled, the smile was light and weightless, "Such a person may belong to the common people, but he will never stay for anyone."

Yuan Xiyan lowered his eyes, seemed to think carefully, and then said: "Brother Xie, I am not humane, but I have imitated many people, and I found that people always try their best to make themselves comfortable, but they always make themselves miserable. I often speak insincerely and cannot help myself... I just try my best and take all my responsibility so that I won't be really left where I am."

He was not used to speaking such a long paragraph, so he stopped for a moment, looked up at Xie Zhuchun who was a few steps higher, "Senior Brother Xie, I have been left in place for too long. I said, 'Since I am willing, why not be unwilling', I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence after I had the experience of the secret realm."

"Since I am willing, why not..." Xie Zhuchun murmured, and after a while he said: "You are much more eloquent."

Tired of hearing that the deep rain was approaching, Xie Zhuchun and Yuan Xiyan entered the courtyard and laid out the things they bought one by one, and the room was steaming.

Xie Zhuchun crushed the medicinal herbs and boiled them on the stove, and the bitter smell permeated. Yuan Xiyan endured it for a long time and asked, "What happened to Elder Shen?"

Xie Zhuchun held a small fan in his hand to diffuse the smell of the medicine, "Not good."

"At that time, Fellow Daoist..."

"That's it." Xie Zhuchun looked at the closed door of the inner room, and said: "You can't seal the memory twice in a year. It's too easy to control us if you are too clear. It's safe to stay behind closed doors."

Yuan Xiyan knew what it meant, the change of Hanshan was far from simple as the outside world said, and the insider was more or less restrained by Xubu Taiqing, he could feel that there must be hidden secrets in it, but he didn't know where the clue was.

"Imperial seal evil." Xie Zhuchun sighed, "You can seal evil spirits, but you can't seal people's hearts."

He got up and poured the medicine into the bowl, walked to the door of the inner room, and said to Yuan Xiyan: "Stay back, Elder Shen is a living seal now, we are going to dig an ice hole for him in a few days, otherwise we will open seals everywhere." Flowers, really..."

The wooden door opened a crack, and the forceful aura rushed out, Yuan Xiyan was pushed back two steps.

As far as I can see, there is snow and silver flowers, and it is frosty and cold.

Shi Yuan sat at the head of Shen Zhexue's bed, his hair was dyed with a thin layer of frost, like a boy who had grayed his temples overnight and hurt his heart.

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The author has something to say:

A little transitional plot.