Weisheng has been recuperating on the Three Zhanjiu Peak for more than half a month, and the whole Han Mountain knows the news that the head of that generation will accept apprentices.

The disciples of the sect were deeply afraid of Xiang Guchun, and never dared to visit him, so until the day of the apprenticeship ceremony, everyone saw the true face of the disciple who could be accepted by the head of the sect.

They looked forward to it for a long time, and when they actually saw Weisheng, they expressed their great disappointment and their hearts were full of disappointment.

That disciple was not as gifted and extraordinary as they imagined, but ordinary as a cowherd who came out of a corner.

The young man has little flesh on his body, he is thin and tall, and Hanshan's red dress covers him like a piece of red cloth supported by a bamboo pole.

After half a month of raising her, her slightly sunken cheeks finally returned to their former form, but compared to a monk who was nourished with spiritual energy every day, a mortal who was busy in the countryside looked rough and fleshy after all.

In addition, he had just recovered from a serious injury, and his complexion was not good-looking, just a pitiful appearance of being sick and crooked.

The disciples watching the ceremony felt annoyed and began to discuss in a low voice.

"... I heard from my master that this child has half of the devil's blood. Could it be that the acting master wants to strengthen the relationship with the demons?"

"No, if you really want to make friends with the demons, you have to be a demon emperor. The southern demon is still in retreat, and I haven't heard of him making a descendant in the past few years."

"Hey, I don't think he has a solid foundation. He never practiced Taoism before, and he missed the golden opportunity to build a foundation at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Why do you think the acting head accepts him?"

"Who knows, I only hope for this weak air, don't let Hanshan be ashamed outside!"

The disciples knew that Weisheng was born with weak bones, and they expected that their whispers would not reach the high platform in front of the main hall, so they became more and more unscrupulous.

But even if Weisheng couldn't hear them, he could guess what they were talking about.

It is nothing more than a question of his being the first disciple of the current head of the sect, who has leapt to become the eldest disciple of the sect's highest generation.

What's more, the magic vein has strengthened his sense of hearing, and now his senses are even sharper than ordinary monks.

Riding the wind, those puzzles and sighs fell into his ears every word.

But he didn't seem to hear it.

Before stepping on this high platform, Weisheng originally thought that he would have stage fright, or he would be oppressed by the broken words of those disciples, and the questioning eyes of Daoist Hanshan, the elders, and the peak master.

But in fact, when he stepped on the last bluestone step of this high platform, all his timidity, doubts and disgust all turned into bubbles and melted under the vast sky.

It was because he saw Xiang Guchun standing in the center of the high platform in the suzerain's official attire.

Xianggu Chunhong wears flame patterns on his red clothes, with a dust whisk on his arm, and the complicated and overlapping hem of the clothes spreads out layer by layer, like the gorgeous tail feathers of a phoenix.

His master is more dazzling than the hanging sun, more elegant than the flowing clouds, but as lonely as a sword that has sunk into the sea.

Perhaps only on rare days, when the sun penetrates the sea, can he see his clear and gentle side.

Several bolts of lightning swam through the gray clouds overhead, and a thunderclap exploded in the sky.

Today was supposed to be a sunny day, but just half a moment ago, gray clouds piled up on top of Hanshan, and the wind blew the water vapor from the mountain in waves.

In the mortal world, it is auspicious to do things, but a sudden change in the situation on a big occasion is often not a good omen.

But the monks didn't think about that. After all, the auspicious day of worshiping the teacher was made by Jun Rujing, the son of the emperor.

To their surprise, the acting head who was supposed to be waiting on the teacher's seat suddenly jumped down.

The master apprentice ceremony has always been a disciple waiting on the field for the master to come, and there has never been a situation where the master waited for the disciple on the stage.

This was different from the process Weisheng had learned, he calmed down and walked towards Xiang Guchun.

The teacher's instruction and the tea ceremony were carried out in an orderly manner. Xiang Guchun drank the teacher's tea, waved away the disciple who was holding the case, and stretched out his hand to Weisheng: "Come."

The whispers in his ears could no longer be heard, Weisheng's heart was full, and only Xiangguchun smiled and stretched out his hand towards him.

He has a really nice smile.

In Gushan Village two years ago, Weisheng had already more or less noticed that this monk was unusual, and he only thought it was caused by Xue Sheng's excessive grief after losing his relatives and friends.

It wasn't until Sang Qi came to him that night that he knew that his fairy was born like this.

He is ignorant of the world, and if he is alienated and indifferent, it will make people tremble. Even if he does not show his cultivation, others will be afraid because of the strange sense of disobedience in him.

—but what does it matter.

The wide sleeves shook off the drizzle and the long wind, and Weisheng returned to hold his master's hand.

In an instant, the vast spiritual energy exploded, sweeping the audience!

A sword energy soared into the sky and went straight into the clouds.

Even though there were real people in the front row blocking the Lingbo, the disciples watching the ceremony were pushed back and let out bursts of exclamation.

This is the first time they have known exactly the strength of the acting head.

Most of the disciples present did not have the opportunity to go on missions with Xianggu Chun, but with Xiangyin Li Zhuyu in front, whether it was Sang Qi or Xiang Guchun, it was always difficult to convince everyone.

What's more, there is still a rumor in the sect that he killed Elder Fu Ning by trickery and using poison.

Now this rumor is self-defeating.

Layers of gray clouds were pierced through a big hole by the sword energy, leaking a large piece of bright sky light.

The turbulent spiritual energy swept away, and the rain clouds collapsed, revealing the clear blue water-colored sky.

Xianggu Chunling's roots belong to ice, and the sweeping spiritual energy condenses the surrounding water vapor, turning the unfinished rainwater into dots of light.

After Feishuang stepped on the snow, there were ice crystals falling all over the sky, which melted into crystal clear water droplets again in the dazzling light, but none of them fell on Weisheng's shoulder.

Xiang Guchun's spiritual screen encloses the two of them, truly isolating the exclamation of the outside world.

He looked over expectantly, Weisheng didn't know why, his head got hot, and the hands of the two people who hadn't let go stepped forward and hugged Xiang Guchun.

When the disciples saw this scene, their eyeballs almost popped out.

No one has ever been so daring in an apprentice ceremony.

Weisheng calmed down and said, "Master, thank you."

Xiang Guchun squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Although he was puzzled by this hug, he felt that this feeling was very good, and he liked it very much.

The apprenticeship ceremony continued. Apart from those regular instructions, Xiang Guchun didn't have many things to tell Weisheng, but said: "As a teacher, I hope you care about the common people, do more good deeds, do not do evil deeds, and do not succumb to the demons and evil thoughts. Be a person worthy of your heart.”

This is what Xiang Yinli said when he was accepted back then, and now he has passed it on exactly.

The spirit screen was released, and the warm sunlight covered the red clothes.

After Xiang Guchun finished speaking, he thought about it again.

He is a very practical person. Although he sincerely hopes that his disciples will live a happy life and be safe and successful, it is almost an extravagant hope in this cultivation world to have a smooth life.

Weisheng is practicing in Hanshan, and he is destined to come out of the mountain to save the common people from danger, and it is impossible to be happy and peaceful all the time.

So he added a sentence.

Xiang Guchun said: "As a teacher, I also hope that if you have hope in your heart, your wish will be fulfilled."

Many years later, the young disciple who held the teacup at the grand ceremony became a master in writing scripts in the cultivation world.

He once exchanged inspiration with a rising star Taoist friend of the Taiqing sect, and what he said was exactly what he had seen in his life.

Adhering to the principle of not revealing the reference object, he mumbled a few words, while drinking tea, but the real answer was spinning in his mind.

Dashou was born in the year of the Xieliu natural disaster, and witnessed the change of generations of Hanshan, and the changing situation in the world.

Throughout the three generations of Hanshan, from the head of the family Xiang Yinli, to the generation head Xiang Gu Chun, and then to the eldest disciple Wei Sheng, they really cared about the common people, did more good deeds, refrained from evil deeds, and never succumbed to demons and evil thoughts , with a clear conscience.

But no matter who it was, they failed to "get what they wanted."

After a short while, Weisheng officially started his cultivation career in Hanshan.

With a flicker of the sword light, he put the sword away profusely in sweat, and when he lowered his arm, he could clearly feel that his whole arm was sore and numb.

There was mist and hot air in front of my eyes, and there was a crimson figure in front of the plum tree.

The three wines are always spring in all seasons, and only this plum tree was planted, because Xiang Guchun didn't have a natal lamp, and this tree dripped a drop of his heart when it was a seedling, and the flowers would never fall off even if he lived for a day.

There are four or five scrolls floating in front of Xiang Guchun, and he is using spiritual power as a pen to read the documents sent from various places.

Now they are discussing the latest matters related to the ancient formation. This discovery may save the cultivation world from fire and water, but they have no clue at the moment, it is just a structural idea.

Xiang Guchun said to Weisheng: "It's fine."

After hearing his words, Weisheng would kneel on the ground as soon as his legs softened.

Now he hasn't experienced the marrow washing, what he is practicing is the foundation of this mortal body.

Xiang Guchun had never taken in disciples, and Xiang Yinli was busy with affairs and did not teach him for a long time. Yan Yuanhan of Taiqingzong also upheld the disciple method of continuing to hold the sword while still breathing, which can be called hell-level tempering.

He fought with Zhou Ling, and now Zhou Ling still complains when he thinks back to the past.

Xiang Gu Chunman took more than one shot, but he didn't feel much about it. He copied it as it was, and almost exhausted Weisheng to death on the first step of the long road of cultivation.

Zhou Ling and Bo Ziyi came to see it once, clicked tut tut for a long time, and expressed their sincere sympathy to Weisheng.

During the period, Bo Ziyi gave Weisheng a hexagram, but he didn't figure out anything for a long time. He just said that stargazing last night consumed too much spiritual power, and he was not in a good condition today. .

After the first two months of training, Weisheng got used to it miraculously, and his sword moves gradually took shape, reaching the level of being able to withstand washing the marrow and cutting the bones.

This was even half a month earlier than Xiang Guchun expected.

Xiang Guchun saw that he had almost practiced today, so he waved to him and asked, "Drink?"

Just like its name, the Sanzhanjiu Peak is always full of wine.

Yingli is a wine lover, until his body can no longer digest a drop of spirits, but there are still fine wines from all over the world in his wine cellar.

Xiang Guchun couldn't tell the difference between wine and water since he was a child, so he took a gourd and gurgled it, which made him drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

He didn't have the consciousness of being a master at all, and the disciples next to him would be punished by the master if they took a sip of wine secretly. It was good for him to keep these filthy things at hand all day long, and even ruined his own disciples.

Recently, Xiang Guchun drank the wine that the Immortal Immortal gave him. It was extremely spicy, and the burning sensation could go from the tip of the tongue to the heart.

After taking a sip, Weisheng coughed until his face was flushed, almost spitting fire everywhere.

"No, no, no." Weisheng waved his hand, "Master, I can't, I can't!"

Xiang Guchun laughed, and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp.

The plum blossoms rustled, and Xiang Guchun waved his sleeves to put away the scroll, and raised his hand to apply spiritual power to his eyes.

Seeing this, Weisheng said worriedly: "Master, take a break."

In fact, monks don't need sleep, let alone the state of Xiangguchun, but it is not a small burden for monks to consume energy day and night.

Xianggu Chunjiong covered himself for a while, opened his eyes and said, "It's okay, have you finished reading the book I gave you the day before yesterday, do you have any doubts?"

Weisheng took the book from the storage jade tablet, and asked Xiang Guchun about the puzzles drawn in the circle one by one. After Xiang Guchun answered them one by one, he added a few more books for him to wash the marrow. preparation.

"Your demonic bloodline will definitely be affected during the marrow washing, and you can't escape the evil spirits. During this period of time, you should practice your heart magic mirror technique." Xiang Guchun said it naturally, as if he didn't notice Weisheng's sudden tension breath.

Weisheng's demonization came suddenly, he had never lived in the demon clan, and he didn't understand his mutation at all.

The stabbing pain of the bone wing breaking out of his back and the terrified eyes of people always lingered in his dreams, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

He doesn't need the assistance of the inner demon mirror technique, he also knows what his inner demon is.

But Xiang Guchun suddenly said: "It's pretty nice."

"What?" Wei Sheng was taken aback, then asked.

"Wings." Xiang Guchun took a sip of wine, "The wings of the demons are famous for their strength, and they can even break swords and knives. I have seen them several times and think they are very beautiful."

Weisheng blinked blankly, and heard his master say: "The left and right are grown out of your bones, not to mention they are very beautiful. You didn't know what a demon is before, but now that you know it, you shouldn't be afraid anymore. But what others say, Just listen to it, it's a poor man, and you don't need to care about the hateful things of the poor man."

Xiang Guchun's behavior is very casual, and he thinks that he is not good enough to teach.

He knew that he was useless as a reference, and he only spoke out what he thought in his heart.

A red plum petal was falling into the cup, he said: "I stopped by that little girl in the village a few days ago. She asked me if you had turned into a monster. I said no, and then..."

He raised his sleeve and wiped it in the air, a phonograph stone floated in the air, and the crisp voice of the sparrow girl from Grandma Liu's family could be heard from inside.

"Brother Weisheng!"

Wei Sheng's eye sockets turned red in an instant.

"Brother Weisheng, it's very kind of Xianjun to say you're fine!" the little girl said happily.

Immediately after humming a few more times, Miss Que said shyly, "...I didn't do it on purpose that day! The main reason is that Brother Weisheng suddenly became scary."

Her ending sound was soft and waxy, as if she was coquettishly begging for forgiveness.

"But Xianjun said that brother Weisheng can become very powerful in that way, and can protect those of us who don't know how to use magic, so I don't think brother Weisheng is scary at all."

Her tone was firm, "The tree demon uncle in the mountain back then also looked fierce, but he was actually very good!"

"Besides, after those monsters were wiped out by Xianjun, Uncle Dryad came back, and the village is very peaceful now. Granny, the village head, Aunt Chen Shusong, Brother Ximen, and Sister Zhi... In short, many people have said I'm sorry brother Weisheng, I shouldn't have let you go."

"But Grandma said that brother Weisheng will become an immortal in the future, so he needs to practice hard." Que Yatou lowered her voice and said quietly, "But I also heard that it is hard to be an immortal, and it is very hard... Then if brother Weisheng stops cultivating immortality in the future, he will Come back, the house on the hillside will be reserved for you, and you can come back to live anytime."

She seemed to have a mischievous smile, and she should have softly said to the person holding the phonograph: "Xianjun, you won't let him go, will you?"

The light of the phonograph dimmed.

Xiang Guchun handed the handkerchief to Weisheng, and said bluntly: "Actually, your inner demon is not about fear. Although I don't understand this well as a teacher, I think you don't want to be alone. If one day you really want to If I go back, I will release him naturally, but you may have made me a promise, then before I fall, you'd better stay by my side."

Then Xiang Guchun let out a "huh", raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't think you don't remember?"

On the dying snowy night, Xiang Guchun once said that he had nothing left in Hanshan.

Weisheng wiped away the tears all over his face, maybe he was emotional or emotional, but he said to Gu Chun rebelliously: "Master, I haven't forgotten, I am the one on Han Mountain, and you... "

He squeezed out a smile, the way he was crying and laughing at the same time was a bit funny, but it was also heart-rending.

"Will you stay with me too?"

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