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

Weisheng's marrow washing and bone cutting almost cost him half his life.

The marrow washing pool where he was in was filled with demonic energy, and the flowers and trees beside him were scorched in an instant, black smoke was everywhere, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.

Xiang Guchun anticipated this kind of situation, built a solid spiritual screen, and used spiritual power to guide the mixed breaths in the micro-living meridians.

The more abnormal the physique is, the more pain it will endure during the marrow washing process. Even if there are others to protect the Dharma, the pain cannot be avoided.

What's more, Weisheng has to resist the demons from devouring his mind.

After three hours, he was already so angry that he climbed by the pool several times but failed to climb up.

The marrow-washing spring water disappeared from his head, Xiang Guchun fished it out for him with one hand, carried it on his back, Yu Jian returned to the three wine peaks.

The Lingping screen kept out the biting cold wind at night.

Xiang Guchun thought about it and threw it on the bed when he went back, so as not to have to change clothes by the marrow washing pool, he simply took a red blanket and scrawled around the apprentice a few times, covering his head completely.

If the two of them were seen by passing young disciples, they would have frightened each other half to death.

The supernatural rumors about the head of the generation carrying a corpse on his back in the middle of the night can scare a lot of people just by talking about it.

The red carpet was light and soft, lying slightly on Xianggu Chun's back, one could clearly feel the spiritual power pouring from the master's body, and it fit the body temperature, making it an extremely stable support.

Raising his eyes a little, Xiang Guchun's smooth profile came into view.

He has a straight nose, his hair brushes against his fair cheeks, his slender eyelashes are full of the full moon, and he trembles from time to time to shake off the stars.

This reminds Weisheng of the silver flowerpot in his childhood dream.

The flower is transparent and pure, growing in his heart.

Many unexplainable feelings are stirring in my heart.

He wanted time to stop here, to stop at the moment when they crossed the galaxy.

Yu Jian rides the wind, and the three cups of wine arrive in a blink of an eye.

Xiang Guchun strode into the bedroom, the plum blossoms in front of the court shook their branches, and the wind chimes under the eaves rang a few times.

As he walked in, the lights came on one by one, and the dim peak was illuminated.

He stripped Weisheng clean, changed him into a new suit of undershirt, got hit hard, and said to Weisheng, "Sleep."

"Master, disciples don't need to circulate the spiritual energy to meditate?" Wei Sheng made a muffled voice under the quilt, Xiang Guchun said: "No, your meridians still need to adapt to the spiritual energy, just rest as usual tonight."

Another thing came to mind, "By the way, give me your hand."

Weisheng stretched out his hand from under the quilt, Xiang Guchun held it and recited a formula, and a little fluorescent light floated from the inside of Weisheng's wrist.

At first it was blue and blue, and then faded to a light frost color.

Weisheng was puzzled, but remembered that it was written in the book that mortals need to test the attributes of their spiritual roots after washing their marrow, and the strength of their spiritual roots will largely determine whether the path of cultivation is smooth or not.

He looked at the changing light spot nervously, and asked softly: "Master, is this disciple a miscellaneous spirit root?"

Xiang Guchun frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, but he loosened his brows after a while, and said: "It's a pair of ice and wind spirits, which is extremely rare, but this kind of spirit root conflicts, and it's easy to go crazy. I suggest you just Practice one, and I will write you a new sword manual after you choose."

He said it very easily, as if it was not a big problem.

Therefore, it was many years before Weisheng realized how "easy" it was to be "easily obsessed".

But at that time, his Dao heart was solid, and he would never be disturbed by it again.

Xiang Guchun has such a temperament. In his eyes, no matter how difficult things are, there are solutions. Others don't need to worry, and don't need to worry too much.

He can handle it well by himself, so there is no need for another person to share it.

"Water and wood make ice, and fire and wood make wind. The wind blade is agile, and the spiritual power can spread the vast land. It contains the fire spirit, which is extremely lethal, but it is not easy to use as a defensive spirit screen; the ice spirit is strong and can change into various forms. There is a water spirit master to heal and defend, but the initial strength is not strong, and there are many restrictions. If there is no water vapor or seasonal assistance, it will consume a lot of spiritual energy."

Xiang Guchun told Weisheng the difference between these two spiritual roots one by one, and then let him choose by himself.

Weisheng pondered for a moment, then said: "The disciple wants to cultivate the ice spirit root."

"Well, good." Xiang Guchun didn't ask why, and raised his hand to summon a scroll, and said to Weisheng: "Recently, the spiritual roots of cultivators in the world have been re-registered and compiled. Although you don't practice double spirits, you are The first ice wind spiritual root cultivator in these years, then you come and give this spiritual root a name."

"It's called..." Weisheng recalled that they were walking on the wind and controlling their swords in the night just now, and said, "How about calling it 'Yeguiren'?"

Xiang Gu Chun Lingli wrote it down with a pen, nodded and said: "Fengxueke, returning home at night, very good."

Under the bright candlelight, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

In fact, Xianggu Chun is not always cold and aloof. In today's world situation, no one can do everything well from aloof.

What's more, he has observed the world since he was a child, and he knows the convenience of smiling faces.

The acting head of Hanshan often smiles, his smile is gentle and compassionate, trying to offset the strong alienation and insensitivity in him.

It's just that whether a person's smile is showing his true feelings requires a careful look at his eyes.

Weisheng saw God.

Thousands of ice and snow melt in an instant, the breeze brings warmth, and spring comes in an instant.

The years of cultivation are passing fast, and the current situation cannot provide a peaceful environment for sect disciples to live in the sect for a long time.

Weisheng, like all Hanshan disciples, practiced martial arts and swordsmanship in the sect for three years. At the end of winter and early spring of the third year, he and Xiang Guchun spent a Shangyuan Festival together, and went to pick up the task in the early morning of the second day On the peak of the mountain, he got the first mission jade medal.

The head of a sect will only come forward when encountering major evils and disasters. What Xiang Guchun has to do most of the time is to deal with documents sent from various places.

Appease the disaster relief, relocate the people, support the small sect, negotiate with the Emperor... Under his spiritual power, the pigeons and cranes go back and forth tirelessly every day.

He has taken over the burden of drinking away from each other, and what he has to bear is not just a simple sect.

Coupled with many different countermeasures for sealing evil currents, he often writes at his desk for days and nights, and he doesn't even know the age of the year when he looks up.

In the past three years, they sent away another true immortal, and now apart from the true immortal who hides his name in the cultivation world, there are only four people behind them.

To make matters worse, outbreaks of evil currents are becoming more and more frequent.

Weisheng can stay at most three cups of wine every month for one or two days at most. During these two days, if he meets his friend Gu Chun, he does not go out and has time to rely on, which is also due to chance.

Fortunately, the emperor's son Jiang Xi is studying the water mirror, a transmission magic weapon that has been discarded for many years, and he will not be able to fly all over the cultivation world with a pigeon in the future.

The lifespan of a cultivator is very long, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, but the growth of a young man is just a blink of an eye.

When Weisheng returned to Hanshan again, Xiangguchun was surprised that his apprentice had grown up a lot without knowing it.

His shoulders became broad, his body wrapped under the red clothes was strong and powerful, and his stature was not as it used to be. Even his stature, which was a little shorter than him, was growing quietly.

...It turns out that at the age of seventeen or eighteen, it can grow longer.

Xiang Guchun was puzzled.

Now the top of his master's hair only reaches Weisheng's forehead, this is the result of him leaning over and making gestures.

The appearance of the head of the generation is already a youth, which means that his tallest is only this tall. Although he can pull another half an inch with the elixir, he really doesn't have the effort to toss.

Weisheng held a fluffy white fox in his arms, and was startled by Master's sudden approach.

Xiang Guchun became more and more confused, and heard that Weisheng was quite decisive outside, and he would not hesitate to block and kill evil.

The reputation of killing embryos of the master and apprentice of Sanzhangjiu has spread to his peak, how come he is still so timid when he sees him.

And he didn't see Weisheng's red-hot pinnae.

Even though he knew that his master had a great heart, the distance between the two of them was too close just now, as if their noses were about to touch each other.

The clear breath of early spring, like melting snow, came over the face, with a few faint plum fragrance, and then Weisheng's face also turned red.

It wasn't until the fox in his hand kicked his legs in a daze that Weisheng woke up like a dream. He lifted the fur ball to Xiang Guchun with his two front legs, and said, "Master, this is the one that the disciple picked up at the foot of the mountain." I think it might be a fox that ran out from Qianling Peak."

The peak lord of Qianling Peak has recently returned from eclosion. Before he left, he specially told his disciples that all the birds and beasts raised on the peak who recognize him as their master can leave on their own. If they don’t want to leave, they can form a contract with their disciples .

The demonic aura on the fox in front of him has become very weak, but the spiritual energy is full, but the hind paw is injured a little, and blood is oozing out.

But Xiang Guchun's eyes did not fall on the fox's wound.

What he saw was the corner of the white bandage that was exposed because the cuff slipped down when Weisheng raised his arm just now.

Xiang Guchun took the fox and held it with one hand, but didn't withdraw the other hand, but grabbed Weisheng's wrist.

Lifting it up slightly, the slightly wide and long cuffs slid to the crook of the arm, revealing a section of the arm that was sloppily bandaged.

Weisheng was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "There are not enough doctors and repairs, this is just a skin trauma, it doesn't matter."

He seemed to want to say something more, but looking at Xiang Guchun's appearance, he still didn't ask.

The injury was indeed not serious, Xiang Guchun took out a small bottle like a magic trick, put it in his hand, and said, "Remember to apply the medicine."

Looking at the three cups of wine, the place with the most aura is in a natural lake, which is covered with snow all the year round, and the surrounding fields are white. There is a solitary pavilion in the center of the lake, which is the spiritual eye of the mountain.

Xiang Guchun was not under the plum blossom tree in the courtyard, but was dealing with affairs in this Huxin Pavilion.

Now Weisheng is here to give himself medicine, and at the same time report to Xiang Guchun about the disaster relief process.

When talking about Xie Liu's recent abnormalities, he specifically mentioned one thing.

"These outbreaks of evil currents are very close to the big towns. Among them, the two vortices in the northeast direction appeared directly above the imperial capital. At the same time, there are many more evil things this year."

Xiang Guchun said solemnly: "I will investigate this matter myself. If Xie Liu really develops spiritual wisdom and knows how to plan and plan, then I'm afraid this place is in danger."

Weisheng nodded heavily, took off the bandage and was about to sprinkle the powder on it, but Xiang Guchun frowned, grabbed his hand and pulled it to his eyes.

Although it was only a flesh injury, the wound was also extremely bleak, the bleeding had stopped, but there was a big hole in the inner side of the arm, as if someone had cut out a whole piece of flesh and blood with a knife.

"Do you know you were poisoned?" Xiang Guchun asked coldly.

Weisheng looked away, stuttered, "I know, I know, but I've already been to the poison."

He thinks that he was also a doctor before, even if he is not up to the level of medical training, he still has a lot of folk remedies and skills.

The evil thing they encountered this time devoured the poisonous weeds in the mountains, and was covered in poison. Weisheng got a claw in the process of killing it.

Although the poison was strong, it was only the poison of plants and trees. He immediately cut the flesh and bones, treated the wound, swallowed the elixir issued by the accompanying doctor, and returned to Hanshan safely.

"I didn't go clean." Xiang Guchun narrowed his eyes, "A bug slipped in." He flipped his hand and took out a small knife, roasted it on the spiritual fire, and said, "Be patient for a while."

The point of the dagger pierced, Wei Sheng's body tensed, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Xiang Guchun's attack was quick and sharp, but the poisonous insect was still a living thing, and when it was stabbed by the dagger containing spiritual power, it was about to run up the arm.

It's just that he was blocked by the cold air before he could go far, and struggled more frequently. After searching for the tip of the knife for a long time, he finally gouged out the moving poisonous insect.

Blood splattered all over the ground.

Xiang Guchun was taken aback for a moment, as if he just remembered that he was treating his apprentice's wounds, not digging worms for the old tree.

The poisonous insect was restless under the skin, so he used the knife to cut it all the way, the sudden strong poison made Weisheng very painful, but he didn't shout out from the beginning to the end.

But even those muffled hums were ignored by Xiang Guchun.

Xiang Guchun trembled his eyelashes in a little bewilderment.

The wound needed to be bandaged again, and Xiang Guchun, who had always been proficient, lost his mind while wrapping it up, and wrapped it up several times, making Weisheng's arm look like a small hill bulged out.

Weisheng placed his empty hand on the back of Xiangguchun's hand, and said in a low voice, "Master."

"Huh?" Xiang Guchun responded.

Weisheng's face turned pale, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his temples, and even his eyes looked extraordinarily wet.

He smiled and said, "Master, it doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt very much."

"Scared you?" Xiang Guchun lowered his eyes, and smiled with his lips curled up, but he didn't need to look closely at that smile, he knew it must be extremely forced.

He was never a perfunctory person, he was silent for a moment and said: "You have been out so many times, you must have heard those rumors, most of them are true, sometimes I really... don't look like a creature here."

The grass and trees are ruthless, rising according to the wind, the birds, insects and ants are still afraid of natural enemies, not to mention the human race's spiritual wisdom is far superior to others, they will not bear it, and they will also know pain, love and hate.

Which master would completely forget about the existence of his apprentice when he was treating a disease, no matter how distracted he was, he should see the dripping blood and the trembling body.

Xiang Guchun looked away, pursed his lips, and said, "That worm is a type that can refine Gu worms, called..."

"Master." Weisheng unexpectedly interrupted him.

Xiang Guchun remained silent for a while, but still didn't look at him, and continued: "The name is Dongzhe, and it is the insect that attracts 'One Year Cold' among the three strange poisons, and the three poisons are 'Drunken Dream Chang'e', 'One Year Cold', 'I Can't Pity', among them..."

"The master is like this, the disciple has never been afraid."

Xiang Guchun paused again, feeling that Weisheng was pouring towards him, hitting his chest.

He was surprised and said: "Why do you—"

"I don't care what other people say." The poison was pulled out too quickly, Weisheng was a little dizzy, but he still insisted: "I know Master is good, that's enough, Master can do whatever he wants in front of me , I like them all."

The toxin secreted by the poisonous insect made the root of his tongue numb, and the words he had been thinking for a long time were actually spoken so easily.

"Master, I will not be afraid of you, the apprentice just has a question."

Xiang Guchun's chest trembled, and he said, "I know all the answers."

Weisheng closed his eyes, and blurted out the question that he dared to keep in his mind when he returned to the mountain.

"Master, I will miss you so much once I say goodbye to July. Master, will you...will you miss me?"

Xiang Guchun's heart skipped a beat.

After Weisheng left, the scenery on Sanzhanjiu Peak remained the same, with plum blossoms falling day and night, and snow falling in the center of the lake.

He raised his head among the piles of paperwork from the heavy work of paperwork, looked at the unlit window of the bedroom in the sun rising and the moon setting at an unknown age, and thought of the disciples who were running outside, and a feeling arose in his heart. An elusive sadness.

No one understands the long time needed for disaster relief better than Xiang Guchun, and fighting with evil things is even a narrow escape.

He knows it better than anyone.

but……

Why hasn't my apprentice come back yet?

"Think..." Xiang Guchun's mind was in chaos, and he didn't even know that he had answered.

"I miss you."

boom!

A crow-gray bird scattered into blue smoke from the branches outside the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Sang Qi has always been good at concealing breath, and splitting souls into spirits is his talent.

At this moment, he was standing outside the three spirit screens with a pale face, and scattered scrolls fell at his feet.

He gritted his teeth and laughed.

"Brother, you apprentice really know how to respect the teacher!"

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The author has something to say:

Sang Qi: Hehe, scored twice.

Weisheng: ...Who are you?

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