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

Yuan Xiyan was suffocating for breath, and his chest was full of dense sorrow and pain, just like the ancient silver flowers blooming luxuriantly on the couch.

The plain curtains couldn't cover these wanton seals, clusters protruded out, and the thin white petals revealed a pure and holy brilliance.

The bitter taste of soup and medicine was entangled with the fragrance of flowers, Xie Zhuchun avoided the branches and vines everywhere, walked to Shi Yuan's side, and said, "Try it."

Shi Yuan took the decoction, replied "Thank you", lifted the curtain and sat down on the bed.

There was a crisp bell ringing outside the house, Xie Zhuchun got up to look, and when he came back, Qiao Tan followed closely behind him.

The girl's eyes were red, but she placed a bag of herbs on the table very steadily, without disturbing them, nodded to them and walked out.

Around her waist is Qingqian water warmed by spiritual power.

The bell hanging on the side of the door curtain slammed lightly, and Yuan Xiyan suddenly seemed to understand the unfinished meaning of Xie Zhuchun's words in the small sound.

Before the Peach Spirit Illusion collapsed, they all hid under the stone slabs and didn't know what happened on the ground, but after thinking about it afterwards, the situation at that time was almost deathless.

If you tell others to listen, you can still get out of such a desperate situation, it is simply blind to heaven.

They claim to be the best cultivators of their generation, but this time they deeply feel why they are powerless.

Life and death fights are too far away from them, and the evil disasters thousands of years ago are already legends in books.

Qiao Tan couldn't recover from his embarrassment for a long time.

Even if Pei Jing finds that the Qingshui sword spirit has left a breath on Qiao Tan's body, there may be a turning point for this broken sword.

After the sword body was recast, Qiao Tan stayed with the water-clear and shallow sword body day and night, and maybe in time he could regain his soul.

Those too cruel things shocked her so much that she asked her mother, who was teaching at Beishan Academy, a very childish question.

"So, will mother leave me one day?" She lowered her head and whispered.

And the woman who has experienced many vicissitudes of life touched the top of the girl's hair who had always been fearless, and said with a smile: "Yes, Ah Tan, so don't look back, the road ahead is always difficult and lonely. But as long as you are still going forward , the people you hate will slowly separate, but the people you love will never really leave."

Yuan Xiyan's understanding of this point was not as deep as Qiao Tan's, but he looked at Xie Zhuchun's back and felt that this sword might understand this truth better than them.

He is the one who was left behind, and those high-sounding comforts are full of bitterness and suffering, which can only be tasted through personal experience.

A muffled low cough came from behind the curtain, and then Shi Yuan seemed to pat Shen Zhexue's back lightly, and whispered something in his ear.

Amidst the rustling sound of flowers and leaves, Xie Zhuchun's fist was clenched by his side.

Whether it's Xiang Guchun or Shen Zhexue, they seem to be trying their best to protect something. Xie Zhuchun didn't understand this kind of behavior before, and felt that it was very easy for them to trap themselves in some unnecessary responsibility, as if the world Only they can do this.

What a ridiculous sense of responsibility.

But thinking about it, Shen Zhexue never gave up on them in the Taoling Secret Realm from the beginning to the end, and the ice walls will feel almost desperate when I recall them now, and they overdraw their aura and life.

He felt that he could save them, so he tried his best to do it.

But what if he wanted to save more than these people?

Xiang Guchun's life is such a predicament, he is the sharpest blade in the cultivation world, and the sword under Xiang Yinli's sect that can cut through thorns and thorns.

Xie Zhuchun used to think that it was the hypocrisy of the human race. His sword edge had licked the blood of too many monks who claimed to be heroes and forced others to sacrifice themselves.

It wasn't until the establishment of Taikoo Fengxie that he began to know how sad and deplorable Xiang Guchun's life was.

In fact, before that door, he also wanted to ask his sword master, "If there is a next life, would you still be willing to take this path?"

He can no longer know the answer.

The two retreated silently, leaving only the master and apprentice in the room.

Shen Zhexue lay on his back on the couch, pillows were padded to maintain smooth breathing, the spirit flower took root in the flesh and blood, washing away the evil currents in his body, good and evil clashed, and only the body suffered.

Shi Yuan sat on the head of the bed, with his back holding an arc that seemed to have never changed since ancient times.

He was slightly lost in thought, and reached out to pick up a strand of Shen Zhexue's hair hanging from the edge of the bed. The white and soft hair was twisted in his hands, as fragile as a layer of frost in late autumn, and it would crumble to pieces at the touch of a touch.

He knew Xie Zhuchun's worries, and from the clues, he could deduce Shen Zhexue's usefulness in Taiqingzong.

Maybe the three sects didn't really want to clean up the evil currents, they wanted to lift up the cultivation world, and Shen Zhexue was under the care of the Taiqing sect.

Since it is necessary to lift up the upper cultivation world, the earth's veins will be lost and the whole world will collapse. It was destroyed once, so what if the evil currents are raging in the world now.

Besides, it is such an extremely unstable living person who can control the evil current.

They needed Elder Shen, maybe they never wanted him to save the world, but to use his specialness to help them in some way.

Shen Zhexue would not fail to think of this.

How would he choose?

Shi Yuan didn't dare to make assumptions, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Master."

Shen Zhexue, who was in a coma, naturally wouldn't answer him.

White flowers bloomed in the warm, spring-like room, and Shi Yuan sat in the depths of the flowers, feeling the demonic energy in his blood churning and clamoring.

As his body recovers, the blood inherited from the demon master will eventually wake up. He is a half-devil, and it is easier to fall into evil ways than ordinary monsters. In the Peach Spirit Secret Realm, he forcibly stimulated the demon veins, which accelerated the process of demonization. degree.

He didn't leave Shen Zhexue for a moment, firstly it was his heart's wish, and secondly he wanted to use the help of Taikoo Fengxie to suppress his increasingly raging demon breath.

It's ironic that the seal that made his master so painful actually delayed his demonization.

Shi Yuan buried his face in his palms in pain, his knuckles were entangled with Shen Zhexue's strand of white silk, entangled round and round.

He didn't know what he was complaining about, what he hated.

Is it the self who always wants the protection of the master and puts the master into crisis time and time again, or the so-called heaven and destiny that has completely failed Shen Zhexue.

Or was it his feelings that he dared not express?

The thoughts that had been firmly bound to him before tore his heart irresistibly.

Shi Yuan climbed onto the couch lightly, he wanted to get closer to Shen Zhexue, instead of being blocked by these holy spirit flowers.

There were many soft pillows on Shen Zhexue's bed, Shi Yuan quietly moved one over, and put it beside Shen Zhexue.

Looking down, the master frowned tightly, the color of his lips faded, and he slept very painfully.

He wanted to push away the unsightly flower branches to see Shen Zhexue's face clearly, but his elbow touched a cluster, and he tilted the pillow, only to see a small corner of paper sticking out under the original pillow.

Shen Zhexue pressed something under the pillow.

After Shi Yuan moved here to live with Shen Zhexue, he knew the habits of the master. Before going to sleep, he would light a lamp and write some manuscripts, recording the content and reflections of today’s lectures, or his opinions on revisions to the compiled booklets. It takes less than half an hour to write, and after finishing writing, I will stuff it under the pillow, and then fall back to sleep.

When Shi Yuan saw these papers, he would think of the warm orange spirit lamp behind the Shenfold snow curtain. The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper surface, the movements were very light, and he would not notice it if he didn't pay attention to it.

Only Shi Yuan knew that it was not Leng Jiangnan who allowed him to fall asleep peacefully, but the thin light and almost inaudible writing sound in the dark night.

But these are not irreplaceable, but they are the one who brought him this peace.

Shi Yuan wanted to put the paper back under Shen Zhexue's pillow, but when he pressed the paper, there was a spiritual wave on the paper, and an ice flower bloomed along the way.

A Linglong ice flower is obviously so weak and helpless in the room full of pure Fengxie flowers, it will wither in an instant.

Shi Yuan was startled.

Spiritual power transforms into shape after touching. This is a secret seal technique used to deliver letters to specific people. It is more stable than the sound transmission technique, and breaking it forcibly will trigger self-destruction.

Shi Yuan stretched out his hand and pulled out the paper, followed by another stack.

The writing on these papers is very random, some are densely written on a sheet, and some are written in a few words. Most of them are the manuscripts of the book compiled by Shen Zhexue. There are also symbols and words that Shi Yuan can't understand.

The one touched by him also contained some trivial records, which read: Shi Yuan's swordsmanship is very good today, but sword cultivation and talisman cultivation are two different ways in actual combat. Check it out.

And the ice flower grows from the word "Shiyuan".

... Keeping words and leaving books.

Shi Yuan touched the ice flower lightly, the petals fell, and the words on the paper changed.

"My disciples, please—"

Shi Yuan's throat ached, and his fingertips made a dark mark on the white paper.

Dear disciples:

See words like meeting.

Shi Yuan, I don't know how old you are when you read this letter, how well you eat three meals a day, and whether you can sleep peacefully at night.

Presumably the teacher was no longer with you at that time, and it was my fault to leave you a book in this way.

Fortunately, I have found out that Xubu Taiqing is still very humane. I have left similar secrets in a few possible places. They may keep some after checking my things. I don’t know if what you see is hidden in the Where is the one? After reading it, I must remember to destroy it.

If it is possible, as a teacher, I hope that you will never have to read this letter in your life, but I am not a real master who preaches and accepts karma and solves doubts in Xubu Taiqing, and I am destined not to be the eternal backer of my disciples. No matter how bad luck is, I will I can't even see you bid farewell to me with a sword on your back, leaving the sect to go to the world of cultivation.

Although after becoming "Elder Shen", I did have such an unrealistic dream as a teacher, but when I think of the many disasters I have suffered on my body, I know it is time to wake up from the dream.

You must have guessed that I am not the soul of this world, and I did not commit the crimes in this body. After living in this world, the way of heaven has become the belief of monks, and it has already written Shen Zhexue's fate. Full.I accept this setting, but in this world, there is still an opportunity for me to change.

Since the evil current is in my body, it will probably end in me before everything will stop.

Shiyuan, so maybe your current situation is not good when you read the letter. I failed to teach you anything, but made you so difficult. I have nothing to say, only sorry.

I don’t know what kind of situation we were in at that time, but please believe that the master has done his best, and I don’t care about reputation or other things. If we hold the title of master and apprentice, then what I do will definitely affect everyone. You, you must not hold on to the title of master and apprentice, just let it go.You still recognize me as a master in your heart, which makes me happier than any external call.

I don't have anything long on my body, and the four petals of the spirit flower seal the exercises I wrote about your cultivation. You have a special physique. Earned by practice.If I can, I will continue to add to it, and these books are not absolute guidelines and may change from time to time.

Among them, the book of evil currents is the way to save life, the book of magic veins should not be evil, and the book of fairy veins should abide by the original heart.

In the fourth petal of the spirit flower, there is a small secret realm built by me. I will continue to improve it with my spiritual power. It is the first time to try it. I wonder what the secret realm will look like when you see it.

The way of heaven has shaped me a lot. In my world, it is also called destiny.

I have lived with it for two lifetimes, believe it or not, and deal with it for a long time.

But it is not indebted to me, at least Shen Zhexue was able to get to know you in these four directions, and seeing this world, it is also a worthwhile trip.

So no matter what happens, don't feel sorry for me.

As a teacher, the perception of the seven emotions and six desires was extremely weak, and it was because of an unknown opportunity that he was able to like and feel like a normal person.At the beginning, many people came up with a reason, and told a story, but it was very late to understand the deep meaning, all of which were obtained by guessing, guessing from books, and imitating others, just like learning to be a teacher. Perceive the love and hate in the world.

But Shi Yuan, I am very happy to accept you as an apprentice. Your mind is determined, and the sufferings in the past have never caused you to fall into evil ways.I don't need to refer to others, I'm just happy to get to know you, to be an incompetent master, and to go through this period of seeking immortality with you.

No matter what the situation is, you still have to eat, and you still have to sleep.

The sky is far away and the sea is wide. May you be safe every year.

Shen Zhexue stayed on December [-]th, Puqing Year.

Tired of hearing the faint sound of thunder outside the deep rain.

In the midst of the rain, Shi Yuan cried bitterly while clutching the letter Shen Zhexue left for him many years later.

From the first time he saw Shen Zhexue, Shi Yuan felt a kind of familiarity, an indescribable intimacy, as if a lone boat that had been wandering for many years had landed on the shore, and the paleness that had been years and months had a bright color.

He kept convincing himself that neither the shore nor the sky could belong to him for long.

Shen Zhexue will go home one day, or she will die quietly on a certain day.

But when he saw this last letter with his own eyes, he found that he could not accept this ending.

Shen Zhexue wanted to go back, but he wanted to be with him.

He didn't want to die like this, he wanted to live with his master for a long time.

Shi Yuan raised his eyes, exerted force on his knuckles, and a cluster of spiritual fire rose up, burning the thin paper to ashes.

What makes a teenager grow up is not necessarily hatred, nor is it necessarily tribulation.

I want to be his mentor and apprentice forever, Shi Yuan thought.

... No, not just master and apprentice.

I adore him.

Shi Yuan has never been more sober than this moment. He admired his master rebelliously, like trekking through mountains and rivers, to win this chance to meet.

He is willing to believe in the way of heaven, but he will never succumb to the way of heaven.

It was a heavy rain that covered the entire Taiqing Sect.

Thunder fell, and lightning shone through the sky wall.

The emperor descends.

At the same moment, the seven spirit monarchs suddenly raised their heads, looking out the window at the sudden storm.

But Jingjun Siming still closed his eyes, but the hexagram in his hand was crumbling inch by inch.

The four directions are about to change.