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

Xiang Guchun's eyes fell on Zhou Ling's sword, and said: "Chunqi meets Huan Fenlou and has always used the words in the documents to cheat. If you bet the sword, even if you gather enough spirit stones, you can't do it in the future." redemption."

Zhou Ming turned serious: "Since the teacher's family is the task you are investigating, what did you find?"

The young man replied truthfully: "Hiding filth, embezzling magical artifacts, and earning a lot of money when evil currents pour in. The three sons of my family all practice evil magic. They have sucked up 37 furnaces in the past year. I have found the corpses." Complete."

He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Minggui, and said firmly, "I will be able to collect the net in seven days."

"So, junior brother, do you really believe that Shi's family will wait for these fifteen days honestly?" Zhou Ling shrugged and walked side by side with him on the busy street, "Besides, even if Shi's family collapses, Chun Qi He’s still there, but he can’t leave, and this fate will remain in the future.”

The young man was puzzled, "I just told my senior brother about the mission, but senior brother was talking about the musician?"

Zhou Ling looked at his young and mature junior, and said, "I passed through the snowy region on the way home from the last mission, and it happened that an evil current eroded the ground and caused an avalanche. When I arrived, a village near the snowy mountain was on the verge of destruction. , it was a Lexiu who came to the rescue and propped up the spirit screen, temporarily blocking the falling snow, and then saved the people of the next village."

"Brother, are you sure that Lexiu is that musician?" The young man thought carefully and thought of all kinds of doubts, but seeing his brother's expression, he endured the questioning and said: "Since it is the front, then brother should save him."

He said again: "But how should Senior Brother explain this matter to Senior Yan?"

"Uh." Zhou Ling suddenly had a bitter face, "You, you, just reported the accounts of Taiqingzong, my master has to know if he doesn't want to know, I'm afraid I'm going to suffer, why don't you lend me some spirit first stone?"

Xiang Guchun thought about it seriously, and said helplessly: "Even if I pawn all my family's pawns to Chunqi's pawnshop, I'm afraid it won't be worth a lot of money."

"... I'm afraid I can't do it."

There is a bit of poverty in the backs of the two young talents.

The street was lively, Zhou Ling stopped by and bought a piece of sweet cake for Xiang Guchun, sat down with Xiang Guchun at a noodle stall, ordered two bowls of plain noodles, and ate casually.

He propped his elbows on the wooden tabletop with several cracks, "Is your master alright?"

Xiang Guchun sighed softly, "The old wound is still pressing."

"You can't do it all the time." Zhou Ling frowned, "Did he read the letter my master wrote to the Prime Minister last time? Don't you tear it up and feed it to the crane?"

Xiang Guchun shook his head, "No, it's stored in a wooden box."

That is not to see.

Zhou Ling really didn't know what to do with these two seniors. One was his own relatives and masters, and the other was the respected head of the prime minister. He ran at both ends like a pigeon carrying letters.

Thinking back when Zhou Ling was accepted into Yan Yuanhan's family, the two hadn't reconciled yet. He was still young at that time, but he still remembered what kind of friendship these two had.

So much so that he once said that the disciples of the two should call each other brothers, and practice different exercises in exchange, so as to raise a few monks who are well-versed.

After the upper world of cultivation collapsed to the lower world of cultivation, the two gradually gathered less and separated more, and soon after they drank each other and formally reconciled with Yan Yuanhan, they separated into the Hanshan Youyun sect. Clear the boundaries.

But even though Heli reconciled, Xiangyinli still treated Zhou Ling as his own disciple, and never showed any emotion towards Zhou Ling and Taiqing sect's disciples.

It's just that the relationship between the head of the phase and Yan Yuanhan became more and more distant, and the most intense dispute broke out, even to the point of facing each other.

It rained heavily that day, Yan Yuanhan was drenched all over, and left Hanshan without looking back.

And when Zhou Ling broke into the courtyard, he saw the master who had fallen to the ground, and that was the first time he saw the always majestic master so down and out.

Later they heard that Xiang Yinli had accepted a disciple, and Zhou Ling and his fellow juniors were still sad for a long time, but it was not because of the exercises or the like, but as if with the appearance of the direct disciple, the former gentle and kind Xiang Drinking away really has nothing to do with them.

"Oh, at that time we were so sad and drunk, my master even emptied half of the wine cellar, and there was a disciple of a real person who got drunk and said he would beat you up, and he vented his anger indiscriminately. "

Zhou Ling added a few spoonfuls of spicy peppers to the noodles, and he got used to the taste of the lower cultivation world very well, "Who knew you came to Hanshan later, you are so stuffy, soft and round, that kid will change his mouth I will fight to feed you for a few days to play with."

Xiang Yinli's old injury relapsed not long after accepting Xiang Guchun, and he was almost covered by evil currents. The disciples packed up and returned to Hanshan together with the big disciples, and raised them in the residence to take care of them personally.

At that time, Xiang Guchun didn't have a name yet, and the elders of the Taiqing sect saw him as fair and clean, and called him "Axue" and "Xiaobai" indiscriminately.

It wasn't until Yan Yuanhan picked out the saber from the Cangbing Pavilion that he had an official name and surname, the surname of the head of the minister, who had the same name as the sword, Gu Chun.

Back then, the title of "Senior Brother" was still maintained. Zhou Ling liked this junior brother from the next door sect very much, and the two got along like real senior brothers.

Gu Chun had heard about this incident more than once. When he buried his head in eating noodles, he heard Zhou Ling sigh, "So what happened back then, my master couldn't have found another monk outside to do something wrong, then I would rather I don't even believe that he would do that."

Xiang Guchun also agrees with this very much. He eats very fast, but there is no sound of chopsticks colliding or noodles. After drinking the noodle soup, he puts the chopsticks away neatly. .”

Xiang Guchun dismissed Zhou Ling's question lightly, and went to eat his sweet cake instead.

Zhou Ling silently looked at Xiang Guchun who squinted his eyes slightly when he bit into the sweet cake. His little brother loves sweets, which is the result of Zhou Ling's slow observation.

He is obviously a young boy, but his likes and dislikes are neither obvious nor dewy. If he hadn't looked down on big things since he was a child, Zhou Ling would have suspected that there was something wrong with the feng shui of mountains and clouds.

Or maybe the kid was just really weird.

After eating the noodles, the two went to perform the tasks of the sect.

It was a cloudless day, and Xiang Guchun followed up with a talisman to keep an eye on the movement of the teacher's family.

He was sitting on the eaves, the blue sky was just right, and the sun was shining warmly on his body.

Looking up, there is a purple spiritual screen deep in the dome surrounding this peaceful world.

Xianting Zhenxian's immemorial Fengxie exchanged the stability for several years.

Xiang Guchun looked down at the circle of formation diagrams in his hands, thinking of Master's injury and Elder Yan's words.

There was no disturbance in his heart, and he even felt somewhat relaxed and relieved on this refreshing autumn day.

Xiang Yinli and Yan Yuanhan had different ideas, but they were not going to face each other at first. They were brothers of the same school, and they became Taoist couples from brothers. They knew each other's heart and position too well.

But there was only one time when Xiang Yinli drew his sword against Yan Yuanhan, but when the sword energy brushed past the cheeks of his former junior brother and Taoist companion, the tip of the sword that Xiang Yinli had always been indomitable fell to the ground.

At that moment, he could no longer judge right from wrong with absolute fairness.

In order to save his senior brother, Yan Yuanhan personally scattered most of the soul of an orphan in the fairy court, and kept the wounded soul of his senior brother in his body.

Neither human nor ghost, neither life nor death.

This is the fate of his Xianggu Chun.

After the mission of Shijia was over, Xiang Guchun returned to Hanshan Youyun.

When entering the mountain gate, it was dark night, the peak was quiet and silent, and the grass and trees were like fireflies flying.

He pinched a cleansing formula, washed off the bloody and dirty smell on his body, tiptoed quietly back to the courtyard, fetched a soft towel, took off his bloody clothes, and sank himself into a hot spring in the backyard middle.

The gurgling water was steaming, and Xiang Guchun was a little sleepy. He had already found out that the teacher's family had secretly entangled a group of loose cultivators, and it might not be so easy to check.

The rule of the upper cultivation world is that the weak are prey to the strong, but it is unimaginable that the lower cultivation world is even worse. I am afraid that only when we reach the interface of the fairy court, can we do our own way without intruding on each other.

The Alliance of Immortal Schools has achieved initial results under Xiang Yinli's planning, and now the missions for these disciples are either to recruit immortal officials scattered all over the place, or to inspect those aristocratic families who took advantage of the evil current to do evil. After discovering the truth, he can be captured directly, and even has the right to execute.

Xiang Guchun had a fight with those loose cultivators, some of them were not weak in strength, and other disciples might have to fight hard for a while, but it was a pity that they met the big disciple who was drinking away, and they cleaned up within two hours clean.

Most of the blood on his body was not his own, but he still suffered some injuries. He lowered his head and poured water on the bruised wounds. He didn't even frown, but the waves on the water smashed the reflection under the moon.

The world of self-cultivation is full of waste, and there is no time to do the ranking of the juniors, but Zhou Ling is a well-deserved rookie in the world of self-cultivation, and he is not afraid of death on weekdays. If his master hadn't escorted him to do investigation tasks, he I have to continue to take on the assistance work of eliminating evil currents, and I don't know how much pain will be added.

After Zhou Ling returned to Xubu Taiqing, because he spent a huge sum of money in the meeting, he is now helping the elders of the whole sect to exchange money.

And he actually brought the luthier back to Zongli.

This time Xubu Taiqing was a disaster, and he said that Zhou Minggui was confused by the words of the lower cultivation world, and staged Xubu Taiqing's first rescue of Fengchen.

Xiang Guchun also went to check the musician named Bo Ziyi halfway, but there was no doubt about it, he only said that he had a cold temper since he was a child, but he himself has such a temperament, so he didn't feel much about it.

Gu Chunjian drank enough blood, the edge of the sword was stained light red, he poured water several times, let the sword also soak in the hot spring.

Gu Chun had an untethered sword spirit, so he let it play around. After soaking for a while, he put on clean clothes and went back to the house to write down the whole story of the mission.

The night was warmed by the lights, and Xiangyin came back in the middle of the night. When he saw the light in the side pavilion, he knew that the apprentice had returned to the mountain.

Seeing the master coming, Xiang Guchun got up to greet him, suddenly remembered something, bowed his body again, and said: "Master, you let me go down the mountain to understand the way, my disciple is dull and can't understand it."

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