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

millennia ago.

The two streets of the bustling long street are crowded with small merchants and hawkers. They set up an umbrella shed that can barely cover the sun and sell everything, from spirit stone swords to hair cakes and sugar water. The lively scene of the city.

Zhou Ling was leaning against the bluestone wall at the corner of the alley, wearing a broken bamboo hat, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, biting the end of the stalk to hide his face in the shadows.

At his feet was a dilapidated beggar, with only strips of cloth left on his clothes, which barely covered his body, with one leg bent and the other crossed, and in front of his heels was a porcelain bowl with half of it cut off.

There were two jingling sounds, and two spirit stones fell into the bowl, spinning around.

The beggar was unmoved, and scratched his neck without changing his posture, and said lazily, "Thank you, Lord."

Zhou Ling folded his arms and tilted his head to look over, "Xiao Yaoer, the head of Dingmen, the leader of the cultivation world, how comfortable is the sun in the cultivation world?"

The beggar paused his hands, straightened his back slightly, and then leaned back like a torn leather bag, ignoring the messy grass and moss at the bottom of the wall, and said casually: "Where did you come from Xianliao, what are you talking about?" the boundary."

He curled his lips again and said: "The sky is falling, you and I are both mortals, but you can still form cliques, I can eat enough for one person, and the whole family will not be hungry."

"Then why are you so slow to go with us? The empty steps are too clear or the mountains are cloudy, which one is better than nesting here?" Zhou Ling was not polite in his words. Cultivator, if you want to re-establish the Dao to fight against evil and natural disasters, no matter what your background is, you will have a place to stay when you go."

"Forget it." The young master of Changdingmen raised his hand and waved it feignedly, "Who will fight Xieliu? No one can fight."

Zhou Ling frowned, and just about to speak, the beggar monk said: "If you want to fight, go fight. I have lost all my cultivation, and I can survive the evil breath. It's just that the thief God wants to torture me for a few more years. , I will die in a few years, I don’t bother you to bury it.”

He stretched out his arms, and a hazy beam of light leaked from between his dirty fingers, casting a sneering look, "Which real fairy's spiritual bone is this silver light on the spiritual screen?"

"That's all." Zhou Ling untied the purse from his waist, walked a few steps and squatted in front of the beggar, and put the bag of spirit stones in his bowl, "You can do whatever you want, let me ask you, the spring on the opposite side Is there any shady activity in Qilou?"

The beggar narrowed his eyes, "That's too much, what do you want to know?"

Turning out from the corner on Tuesday, he deliberately lowered the brim of his hat, made a shape with one hand, and walked down the street with a different appearance.

He was dressed in brocade clothes, with a jade bone fan in his hand, and his belt was covered with jingle charms. He looked like a rich son who ran out from somewhere.

After looking at the illusion from top to bottom, he walked into Chunqi Tower with his head held high.

The waiter running errands in Chunqili was dozing off in the corner of the lobby, when he heard a "hmm cough!" he was startled for a moment, he was still not sober, but he shouted in a panic: "The sky is falling, the sky is falling again?! "

"The sky hasn't fallen." Zhou Ling closed his fan with a snap, and tapped on his table, "It's unlucky to be yelling all day long, and I'm not afraid of your shopkeeper's blame."

The waiter stood up in embarrassment, and when he got up, there was a wave of spiritual waves, and he was actually a little monk with a low cultivation level.

He looked at the visitor wearing gold and silver with a blushing face, and stammered, "Guest, guest officer, do you want to listen to the music or stay in the hotel?"

Zhou Ling thought for a while, "What's so funny about you?"

The waiter smiled, "Naturally, I have everything."

"Well, the tone is not small." Zhou Ling raised his eyebrows and tied the fan with a flower in his hand, "You just asked me whether to listen to music or stay in a hotel, then if I live in the best hotel and listen to the best music , do you deserve to come?"

As soon as he made this claim, the waiter's eyes lit up immediately, no one knew that only those monks in the upper cultivation world used to say that he came and went.

Since the two realms collapsed by the evil current, the cause and effect have changed greatly, and these cultivators who could not be contaminated by the secular world can also come and walk in the world of mortals.

Right now, there are Immortal Courts and True Immortals supporting them, and several major sects allow ordinary people to live as usual.

It's just that there are many unusual things as usual, for example, the cultivators will also run to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, drinking and seeking revenge, making a lot of trouble.

So the head of Hanshan Youyun came out to take care of this matter, but after all, he couldn't cover the sky with his hands, and could find out everywhere.

"If that's not the case, you sit here first, and the younger ones go and ask the head of the family to come and keep the best ones for you."

Zhou Ling readily agreed, and the waiter ran away, leaving him to pick up the teapot on the table and pour it out. It was excellent tea.

Turning to look at the inside of this building, it is very different from the view from the street. It is really a big deal.

Zhou Minggui put down the tea and tapped his fingers on the table.

It has been seven days since he took on this task, and it is rumored that there was an incident of forcibly detaining the orphans of the Shangxiu sect in the Chunqi Meet and Happiness Building, and the shameless methods were used.

But because it involves several old grievances, it is more difficult.

This job is much safer than investigating evil currents. If you are too clear, someone is willing to take it. Zhou Minggui never thought that it would be his turn.

Compared with killing evil things, this careful task is more time-consuming.

But most likely it was Han Shan Youyun who saw that he was wounded all over and said something to his master, and then assigned this task to him, the restless killing god.

Investigating the case is one thing, in fact, it is also to let him recuperate from his injuries, so that he will not lose his life in the next mission.

But this matter is not easy to handle. After the Immortal Court True Immortal temporarily suppressed the evil current with the Immemorial Extinguishing Evil Seal, the lower cultivator world seems to have entered a state of intoxication, half of the people are in panic all day long, and half of the people are unrestrained. For a time, a group of demons danced wildly , out of order.

And the name "Chunqi" has changed hands several times, and now behind it is a big family that once went to the cultivation world, and the relationship with other sects is close, but relying on Chunqi to pinch a lot of information, it is a disaster fortune.

Even if Xubu is too clear and Hanshanyouyun is no match for them, they have many magic weapons, so they can't settle the matter. After all, if the monks fight among themselves for a few years, if Xieliu is really wise, I'm afraid he will die of laughter .

Zhou Ling had to take a lot of effort to investigate this matter, but fortunately he was patient enough, he squatted outside in disguise for several days, and only then did he find out some connections, and now that he dared to come in blatantly, he was confident.

The attendant invited by the waiter was a monk with good manners, and his cultivation level was not low. He observed Zhou Ling's appearance and saw that Zhou Ling's weapon was extraordinary, and he was equipped with a long sword that looked like a famous soldier on his waist. He said loudly: " Xianjun, we have already settled on the room, it is the best one at the top, as for the music, I don’t know which one you like to listen to, we have all the arts in this building, and they are all very good."

Zhou Lingdao: "You don't need to sing songs. If you are too noisy, you have to be good at playing the pipa or the zither. The zither player needs to be able to 'control the wind', and the fisherman's song in the world must also be played well. The pipa player must be able to 'Feihong treading the snow'. Fold, and the rest is up to you."

There was a flash of light in the manager's eyes, and he thought that this is really a knowledgeable person in the upper cultivation world.

"Royal Wind" is a fairy song from the upper cultivation world, which is quite difficult, and the fourth turn of "Feihong Treading the Snow" is even more difficult for ordinary people to listen to. It must be cultivated or magic weapon to appreciate it.

"Xiaoxianjun wants the best, and that is the pipa in the building where we met each other. There are not a few people who are good at playing." Shi, took another treasure, threw it on the table, and said, "Is it enough?"

"Enough, enough!" The manager smiled, turned his head and said to the waiter, "Go, let Ziyi come, let him play well at the 'Ru Sanqiu' room on the third floor."

Another handsome waiter courteously led Zhou Ling upstairs. He listened to the sound with a secret method, and heard the little waiter whispering to the steward just now, "Boss, is it okay to let Bo Ziyi come? I think this master has a lot of background." , is still a crazy master, Bo Ziyi will go to the teacher's house in a few days, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of!" the manager scolded in a low voice, "Who can guarantee that the background behind this master is smaller than that of the master's family, besides, the rules are the rules, we will not make mistakes, and he will suffer if he wants to make trouble."

He muttered again, "So what if you walk too clearly, it's not gentle and lying in the countryside."

Zhou Ling's heart tightened. The steward looked at the merchant and the philistine, but he could see through his identity. He was really a sharp-eyed and powerful character.

The waiter slipped away timidly, and the steward withdrew after a few words with Zhou Ling eagerly.

The name of this room is "Ru Sanqiu", and it is decorated in the style of halls that Zhou Ling has seen in the upper cultivation world in the past.

A maid with a clear face came over immediately, sat beside Zhou Ling and poured him a glass of wine, probably to accompany him to pass the blank time before the musicians came.

Seeing that Zhou Ling looked like a little boy, the maid took the initiative to say: "Xianjun, Bo Ziyi's pipa is the best one in the building, but he is not good at speech, so don't bully him."

Zhou Ling naturally responded with a smile: "Whether it is a false name or worthy of the name, you have to listen to it to know."

"Yes." The maid smiled slightly: "Young master is someone who knows how to play the piano."

This maid has a funny temperament, and there are many clever sentences in the exchange of words, but the two of them have a chat, but it can be regarded as a relief.

After about a cup of tea, someone knocked on the door. The maid stood up and opened it, covering most of the figure behind the door, but Zhou Ling could see that the musician had a jade hairpin inserted obliquely in his head, and half of the purple sleeve with dark flowers on it was missing. .

The maid let the musician in, and Rourou said to Zhou Ling: "Feihong Taxue Nu's family can't hear it, if you need it, young master, just shake the copper bell at your hand." After saying that, she turned around and left cleverly.

The purple-clothed musician, masked by tulle, held a purple-red pipa in his arms. Shi Shiran sat down without asking, and said, "Feihong is walking on the snow, is it correct?"

Zhou Ling laughed dumbfounded, this is too arrogant.

The distance between the two is not too close, but the monk's eyesight should not be underestimated. Zhou Ling narrowed his eyes and looked at the musician in front of him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Did I meet you somewhere?"

The musician casually plucked the strings and said, "No."

Zhou Ling then said, "Play it."

There is a song of Feihong stepping on the snow, one is the vast and empty mountain, the other is the full moon covered with snow, and the third is the lonely shadow going alone. It is a deserted tune.

The fourth tune is also known as Long Night in the World. According to legend, a monk in the upper cultivation world once heard it and realized the nature of the world and ascended to the fairy garden. Therefore, the tune is very famous. However, this tune has high requirements for musicians and listeners. Play for a long time, and a piece of gold is rare.

Zhou Ling ordered this to test the depth of the building, but unexpectedly there are musicians who can play it.

The sound of the ethereal zither slides out from the fingertips, long and slow, as if the mountains are sleeping, cold and lonely, after a few more sounds, the rustling snow falls, and there is a sonorous sound, the wings flutter into the sky and reflect the bright moon, the sound gradually decreases, It is because the three folds have been exhausted, and the sound of the pipa is too weak to be heard.

Suddenly there was a shock like breaking gold and jade, and the fourth fold cut through the way forward like a sword, and the spiritual wave suddenly stirred in the room.

There was a little surprise in Zhou Ling's eyes, and his mind was affected for a moment.

The song is a nightmare of resentment in the middle of the night in the world. After the empowerment of evil currents, the strange phenomena in the dream became more ferocious, the cycle of life and death, and the reversal of cause and effect. Zhou Ling straightened his body and changed his sloppy sitting posture. Spiritual power ebbs and flows.

The luthier is dressed in a purple robe without wind, moving his fingers continuously, the two of them come and go, the long night in the world has come to an end.

However, under the confrontation of Zhou Ling's sharp sword-like spiritual power, the luthier fought hard, and the repertoire was no longer testable.

Zhou Ling frowned slightly, and there were crying and mourning in his ears, as well as shouting and cursing, but he was as immobile as a mountain, breaking down one by one.

He silently recited the Taiqing Sword Art in his heart, and there seemed to be a long sword criss-crossing in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the moves gradually made the disturbance in his ears disappear.

Suddenly a round of red sun gushed out, and the golden glow shone down mightily. Zhou Ling suddenly opened his eyes, filled with cultivation and wandered around the body, gathering at the spiritual root.

And the strings of the pipa in the arms of the musician in front of him were all broken, and drops of blood dripped from his fingertips.

Because of the veil, Zhou Ling couldn't see the musician's expression clearly, but from his eyes as clear as glass, he seemed to be smiling.

"How are you?" Zhou Ling got up and walked quickly to the musician. Seeing his fingertips bleeding, he took the medicine powder and bandages from the storage card, grabbed his hands and wrapped them up one by one.

Zhou Ling's swordsmanship was superb, and the job of bandaging the wound was so bad that even he couldn't stand it. He looked at the ten fingers wrapped like rice dumplings in embarrassment, and touched his nose in embarrassment, "I'll go!" I'll get you a doctor."

"No need." The musician shook his head, Zhou Minggui disagreed and said, "How can you play the piano like this? It's hard to get away from playing against each other with music. It's because I lost my mind for a moment. Just wait for me here for a while."

After speaking, he went to find a doctor to come, but the musician raised his sleeve, "I know a little bit about medicine, so don't bother."

The other party blocked him repeatedly, and Zhou Ling was suspicious. Seeing his eyes like lightning, the musician said, "There was a case in the building where poison was secretly passed on under the pretext of asking a doctor. After that, if there is an injury, you can no longer call for a doctor. Besides... ..." Paused, but didn't leave anything to say, just got up and said: "Immortal Chief, the song is over, let me go ahead."

As soon as Zhou Ling grasped his arm, he took a closer look at the pupils, and said, "I remembered, on the day of the landslide a few months ago, you were the Lexiu who supported the spirit screen..."

Bo Ziyi's eyes were indifferent, "Yes, since there was an accidental encounter before, today there is a fourth turn, it is Xie Xianchang who saved the lives of the people in that village. Ziyi has no special skills except for the pipa, so let the Xianchang call others to come."

He left quickly, leaving Zhou Ling in the room in a daze.

In the end, Zhou Ling seemed to think of something, and went downstairs.

The shopkeeper was still waiting in the lobby, he was a little startled when he came down, so he hurried forward and said, "But Ziyi has offended you?"

Zhou Minggui thought for a while, and said: "No, I admire him very much, can I invite him to have a gathering at his house?"

"Ah, this..." The shopkeeper immediately showed embarrassment, "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. If you like pipa or qin, how many of us—"

"Why not?" Zhou Ling lowered his voice, and the manager said with a shudder, "Xiao Xianjun, Bo Ziyi will go to the teacher's residence in fifteen days, and he will not see any guests after today."

He saw that the monk in front of him had a dark face, but he still held up his momentum and said: "This is the deed written in black and white many years ago, even if it is our master, it has not broken the rules for thousands of years. If the young master If you really want to hear it, you just have to take out a spirit stone that is worth a hundred times the text, and then you can listen to it as you want."

The person in charge was relying on Chunqi's signboard to challenge the monk, and the other party would be fine at this point, but who would have thought that this dandy disciple of Taiqingzong would actually ask: "A hundred times? How much does it cost?"

The steward snorted silently, turned to the waiter and said, "Bring the contract!"

The waiter ran to fetch a peachwood box, and the steward unlocked the spirit lock and handed the Qiwen to Zhou Ling, "You just saw it."

Zhou Ling glanced at the number of spirit stones, his sword eyebrows slightly tightened.

The steward was a little proud, and said, "Young master, you still—"

A cold light flashed across his eyes, and he immediately shouted: "What are you doing! This is Chun Qi, are you going to kill someone?!"

Zhou Ling held the sword in one hand and sent it horizontally, saying, "How much do you think this sword is worth?"

"Bullshit!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout coming from the direction of the gate, the chill swept over, the manager shivered subconsciously, and when he saw the person coming, his legs almost went limp and he knelt down, tremblingly said: "Yan... Yan..."

Yan Yuanhan stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Zhou Ling, and said to the terrified steward, "This spirit stone was delivered in a short time, so you can rewrite the deed immediately, so that you can look at the man in the building." , if there is a slight difference, Taiqing will not be so easy to speak."

The waiter and the steward nodded repeatedly, and Yan Yuanhan scolded Zhou Ling: "Don't leave yet!"

Yan Yuanhan retracted his sword back to its sheath, buried his head and followed Yan Yuanhan out of the door.

The two of them walked through several streets, and when they left Chunqi's territory, "Yan Yuanhan" suddenly turned his head, and the disguised spiritual energy scattered away. After the ice disappeared, he was a young monk of twelve or thirteen years old, with handsome features and a full body. The crimson clothes are like clouds in the sky.

"Senior Brother Zhou." The young man put his sleeves together and asked.

Zhou Ling was the most annoyed by his courtesy, went up and rubbed the top of the young man's hair frantically a few times, and rubbed away the old man's aura, Zhou Minggui said carelessly: "Gu Chun, why did you come here?"

With his messy hair on his head, Xiang Guchun said, "I've just taken on the task of the teacher's house, brother, what were you doing just now?"

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Shen Zhexue: No wonder I'm not as tall as my apprentice, it's all because of being patted on the head when I was a child!