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

The establishment of the Great Formation of Sealing Evil was proceeding in an orderly manner.

The masters of various sects, the emperors of the world, the kings of the demons and monsters, and even the underworld masters of the ghosts had secret talks several times, and the formation was set in the north, east, and west directions, and the southern boundary was used to accommodate the people near the formation. .

The locations of the three formations are each guarded by several major sects, of which Hanshan Youyun is the leader in the north, and Xubu Taiqing is the town in the east.

In the west, it is shared by all the sects of the lower cultivation world, but because the Zhenyan Zhenxian is the suzerain of the new emperor's descendant who has been flourishing in recent years, the Western Great Formation has been handed over to the emperor's descendant. responsible trend.

The appearance of the Great Formation of Immemorial Sealing Evil gave great hope to the precarious Sifangjie. However, this matter was so important and secretive that the few remaining Immortal Courts and True Immortals almost all bet on the Great Formation, almost desperate.

Xiang Guchun didn't need to sleep at all, and maintained it with spiritual power day and night, and the spiritual flow simulating the operation of the large formation was running non-stop under the plum tree in the courtyard, deducing various possible accidents.

Participating formation cultivators made a blood oath of never revealing secrets, and discussed with the head of the generation behind closed doors.

As the sun rose and the moon set, when Weisheng returned to the Sanzhanjiu Peak of Hanshan Mountain for the third time this year, he still did not see Xiangguchun, and because of the spiritual flow circle in the court, he couldn't even enter the first door.

Xiang Guchun couldn't spare time to see him, so he asked Gu Chunjian to pass on the message.

Xiang Guchun never treated Weisheng very well with this sword. When teaching Weisheng swordsmanship, it used to sneakily tap the back of Weisheng's hand with the scabbard, often reminding him to keep a distance from his master.

But in the early days of sword practice, there was always a time when he would teach from hand to hand. This Gu Chunjian was quite angry, and he often caught fire with a sword and pestle beside him.

Jian Ling couldn't speak, and scratched and wrote on the ground in disgust.

—— Weisheng, there is a reason why we can't meet each other, if the injury is serious, you can go to Huichun Peak for treatment, if you have any doubts, you can leave a book and put it under the wall of the Moon Gate.

The sword spirit wrote these few sentences quickly, and the handwriting was smooth and unrestrained. When writing "Under the Moon Gate", the strokes paused, and the blade straightened slightly as if it was about to close the pen.

It figured that the little brat would go to the wall immediately, and waited for him to turn his head and walk away.

Ke Weisheng's ability to detect people is now perfect, even swords are no exception.

What's more, Jianling is straightforward by nature, especially this Gu Chunjian, if he is happy, he is happy, and if he is unhappy, he is unhappy.

He noticed its small movements, and said: "Continue, Master still has something to say."

The sword spirit must not violate the sword master's entrustment, and Gu Chunjian did not enter into a contract with him for many years when he was following Xiang Guchun.

It wasn't until Xiangguchun lost him that time, it couldn't find it everywhere, and finally found it relying on Xiangguchun's aura, the sword master was already on the verge of life and death, so it regretted not forming a military contract with this person.

Xiang Guchun kept the promise they made when they first met, and it has actually recognized the sword master.

Therefore, today's Gu Chunjian cannot disobey the sword master's instructions under the drive of the Bingling Deed.

It sketched on the ground even more violently, deliberately slapped gravel and raised dust, and the word was even closer to wild grass.

It was probably because Weisheng's question last time shocked Xiangguchun too much, and the crying later made him feel that something was wrong.

During the intermission between the suzerains discussing matters, he also specifically asked a colleague who was quite experienced in evangelism, receiving karma and dispelling doubts.

The apprentices of the same school gathered all kinds of apprentices. After listening to Xiang Guchun's description, he said to him confidently: "All apprentices born in the world are like this. I still have nightmares every day after washing my marrow. Crying loudly, don't be too strict with this kind of apprentice, be gentle, and give him the feeling that the sect is his new home!"

After saying that, she added, "It's best if you have a few disciples. The care of senior brothers and sisters makes it easier for him to experience the warmth of brothers and sisters."

"What if there are no other disciples?" Xiang Guchun asked sincerely.

The fellow thought for a while, and said: "If there is only one seedling under the door, we, as the master, should pay more attention to each other, and be kind to each other. But you are so busy, just be straightforward and tell him that the master is also caring about him." , just like a father."

Xiang Gu Chun was silent, and said, "What should a father be like?"

The fellow choked for a moment, "Uh, it's hard to explain. Forget it, it's a formality that loses its true nature. It's better to let nature take its course."

Let nature take its course, so Xiang Guchun added two more sentences when he asked Gu Chunjian to convey it.

——In the first snow and cold weather, the road is far away, don't forget to add clothes and jackets, and remember to return home as soon as possible.

——Half a month ago, I heard the Daoist Emperor Taiqing praise my apprentice for his good nature, which is as bright as the moon.As a teacher in the case books at night, I only saw the flowing clouds passing by, but I couldn't see the silver platform in the sky, so I missed it very much.

Gu Chunjian continued to write, until the end, he even tapped the ground heavily with the hilt of his sword to vent his aggrieved heart.

Weisheng lowered his head, almost unable to suppress the urge to raise the corners of his lips, but his throat seemed to be clogged with wet cotton, so he could only laugh out a breathy sound.

Laugh fart laugh!

Gu Chunjian's scabbard hit him.

Weisheng thanked the sword spirit, and really walked to the moon gate wall.

His visit this time was just a temporary transfer in Hanshan, and he would not stay overnight.

The three wines are like spring all the year round, but there is already heavy snowfall outside Lingping.

When Xiang Guchun finished his day's hard work and asked the array cultivators to go to the residence to rest, it was just blowing snow and the outside of the Lingping screen was covered with fog and white.

After saying goodbye to all the formation cultivators, he walked around to the moon gate, and saw a ball of white snow protected by spiritual power from a distance.

When I got closer, there was a snowman the size of a palm, cute and cute.

There was also a piece of letter paper on the arm made of snow dumpling branches.

Gu Chunjian was hanging in the air and wanted to float to the front to see, Xiang Guchun folded the letter paper, put the snowman into the storage card with the ice spirit, and said to Gu Chunjian: "I'm going back."

But Gu Chunjian choked suddenly, speechless in the sea of ​​consciousness:...why are you laughing, why are you laughing too?

Xiang Guchun was taken aback for a moment, but the smile was still on his lips.

After the winter this year, there have been several heavy snowfalls. Except for the spiritual screen, everything is covered with white caps. This climate even affects monks with spiritual roots of fire and wood to absorb spiritual energy and cultivate, let alone mortals.

In addition to being responsible for evil currents, the cultivators of various sects also added the tasks of transporting supplies and assisting the emperor in disaster relief.

Simply cause and effect have already been broken, and they live in the four directions, and they can't clean up all day long, and their eyes are clean.

Fortunately, the evil current seems to reflect its water-like characteristics. Although the snow will not freeze, the range of flow and the number of riots are much reduced compared to previous years.

Therefore, the proposal about using ice spirits to limit evil currents is also included in the possibility of controlling evil currents.

Almost all the monks of the Ice Spirit Roots in the four directions gathered in the Taiqing Sect.

The strongest person with ice spirit roots in the world today is Yan Yuanhan, the elder of the Taiqing sect, and the elder Yan is practicing the ruthless way. After discussing with him for several hours, even if they were monks with ice spirits, they would not feel a burst of shock. Chill.

After going out, many young cultivators took off their robes from their storage bags and put them on.

Xiang Guchun stayed at the end to discuss the formation with Yan Yuanhan in secret, and did not stop until the sun was clear.

He got up and bid farewell to Elder Yan, seeing the indifference in his eyes, a trace of sourness appeared in his heart.

Naturally, he would not intend to mention the past of the ruthless Taoist, but when he saw a row of weeping willows planted on the shore of the lake outside Yan Yuanhan's residence, and the willow branches were blowing up in the wind, he still couldn't help wanting to understand, abandon the past, Is it really so good to cut off the six desires?

Then why keep this lake and willows, and become a piece of green emerald in this frost and snow.

With such thoughts in mind, Xiang Guchun returned to Han Mountain, made a detour to Huichun Peak, took the seven-day medicine, and then turned back to Sanzhanjiu Peak.

As soon as I arrived at the top of the mountain, I saw a person holding a vermilion paper umbrella, waiting in front of the three-cup wine enchantment spirit screen.

"Purple clothes." Xiang Guchun called out.

Bo Ziyi turned around, slightly raised the red umbrella, the spiritual tool that blocks the wind and snow, revealing a pair of pupils like glass of water, and said with a smile, "I'm here to bother you again."

He was wearing a complicated sacrificial robe, layered on top of each other but loose enough to keep warm, and his wide sleeves were full of wind. From a distance, he looked like a butterfly spreading its wings in the turbulent snow, but from a close look, he was already shivering from the cold.

"Go in quickly." Xiang Guchun opened the spirit screen, and as soon as he entered the screen, it was as warm as spring.

Bo Ziyi put away the dripping red umbrella, crossed his arms and said, "Gu Chun, hurry up, warm a pot of wine for me, it's so cold that I'm about to hibernate."

Bo Ziyi is afraid of heights and cannot ride the wind with his sword. Most of the tasks of Piandizi Jiangxi are completed by one person. The weather is very unfavorable for him to travel, especially after dark.

So Bo Ziyi often used Hanshan as a shelter from wind and snow to stay overnight.

Xiang Guchun smiled when he heard the words, and took him to the inner room, facing a small peach grove outside the window, he opened a jar of wine and boiled it on the stove, and the aroma of the hot wine evaporated instantly.

There are many kinds of wine vessels in the cabinet, Bo Ziyi took the sea bowl he used to with ease, filled it up and drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and a little peace appeared on his pale cheeks.

The wine is so strong that Xiang Guchun can't find anyone to drink with him. If he doesn't use his spiritual power to get drunk, Weisheng can be overwhelmed with half a cup. Howling in thin purple clothes, asking his junior brother to braid his hair, and even picking out three spirit stone orbs on the wine wall, it is really too bad wine.

When it comes to chess, Xiang Guchun and Bo Ziyi combined are no match for Zhou Ling, but when it comes to drinking, even ten Zhou Ling can't beat half of them.

Xiang Guchun has only seen this one person who can drink happily with him all these years.

Especially after Bo Ziyi finished washing his marrow, he had been damaged by spiritual seals all year round, his body bones were not much stronger, and he also suffered from cold fear, but his drinking capacity increased several times.

He once drank with Xiang Guchun all night, and he was able to do divination and calculation the next day, without being confused at all.

After coming and going, the two became acquainted with each other because of wine.

I thought that Bo Ziyi had a cold personality, and because of his past experience, he didn't like to interact with others, but after getting along with him, he knew his true temperament, and it was comfortable to talk with him.

But it's not that Bo Ziyi can't get drunk, he doesn't show up when he's drunk, but his reaction is a bit slow, coupled with his astonishing face, he has a very lazy style.

Moreover, he would also say some strange words, and occasionally swear, not others, but the way of heaven that their sect believed in.

Therefore, Xiang Guchun is often banned and sent back to the guest room, and will confess himself in the room the next day, which is also a very miraculous person.

"I will borrow your guest room today. I will bring a wine from the Eastern Realm some other day. It tastes great. I will give you another hexagram. I will not accept any spirit stones."

Bo Ziyi slanted her body to hold the bowl, pushed her arm down, and suddenly touched a ball of furry things.

He lifted it up and grabbed a snowball-like white fox from under his clothes.

He held the fox by the nape of its neck and hung it in the air, kicked its legs and swayed its tail. As soon as Bo Ziyi let go, he slid into Xianggu Chun's arms, trembling.

Xiang Guchun said to Bo Ziyi: "Why do you need to be polite?" Then he comforted the fox, "Why are you still so afraid of people?"

The white fox has refused to leave after having three cups of wine. The wind and snow are raging outside, so it naps and sleeps under the flower tree every day. Chubby fat fox.

"This is... Nanshan Yiyue White Fox." Bo Ziyi squinted his eyes and thought of something, and suddenly said: "This fox has a destiny."

Xiang Guchun almost raised his forehead, and Bo Ziyi's "fate and chance" was like stargazing, and it didn't seem very reliable.

Anyway, it was the people he met, and most of them were criticized for saying "there is a destiny".

At first, because he was a descendant of the emperor, the listeners would be flattered, but after listening to him a lot, everyone gradually got used to it.

If this great opportunity falls on one person, it is a gift from heaven, but if it falls on everyone, it is equivalent to nothing.

Xiang Guchun only thought that he was drinking too much and started talking nonsense again, so he said to the fox: "I heard that there is no moon, destiny, and you are not practicing diligently? You are about to transform, do you have any plans for the future?"

The white fox drooped its ears, pretending not to hear.

Bo Ziyi pointed to the paper bag tied up on the desk, "Have you stopped taking the medicine?"

Lifting his chin, "I remember that this medicine can't be drunk like this. After drinking it, it is equivalent to drinking plain water. If you feel restless, you may be giving birth to a demon. You can try my mirror technique to find out Only by solving the problem can we prescribe the right medicine to eradicate the demonic obstacle.”

The ever-falling peach blossoms cast a light shadow on the window screen, Xiang Guchun poured himself wine and said, "No need, I don't really want to know that much."

"Oh?" Bo Ziyi's eyes fell, and there was no mist in the glazed pupils, like a clear pool of blue waves, but he didn't know the depth.

"It's said that if you don't know anything in your heart, you need others to ask questions. The first thought in the sea of ​​knowledge is what you think in your heart."

He shook the residual wine in the bowl, and said softly: "Gu Chun, who are you thinking about now?"

Sprinkle a few drops of clear wine on the table.

Xianggu Chun was silent.

Bo Ziyi on the opposite side suddenly "hissed", "You look like this, could it be that my stargazing was really amazing? Could it really be—"

He organized his words, "Did the Red Luan star really move?"

Xiang Guchun: "..."

"Um, Gu Chun, listen to me." Bo Ziyi slowly sat up straight, and said slowly, "You know that I am named Jingjun, and I am in charge of the precepts within the sect."

Gu Chun was naturally aware of this. All sects had speculated on the talent of Bo Ziyi, the descendant of the suzerain who was airborne.

One year after he entered the sect, he became one of the Eight Spirit Lords, granted the title of "Mirror Lord", and was in charge of discipline and discipline within the sect, so some people believed that his ability lay in the questioning and extorting of confessions, and prying into the mind.

And because of its status, there is a more widely circulated conjecture that this Lord Jing may be able to sneak into the sea of ​​consciousness directly, and use the power of punishment by disturbing the spiritual consciousness.

This is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying ability, and it also matches Jun Rujing's current position.

"Although my sect doesn't require too much forgetfulness, but because it involves the secrets of heaven and is closely related to the way of heaven, many things are not as simple as just thinking about it."

He said slowly: "If a disciple of the sect wants to find a marriage with a certain person, he must ask his master to ask divination and fortune-telling, and order to approve it."

After saying that, he raised his sleeves, and a gust of wind blew up the peach blossoms flying like snow outside the window.

The sun in the winter afternoon is only slightly warm, and the colorful fallen flowers are like dust, swaying in the light and falling to the ground.

Xiang Guchun listened to his words quietly, and Bo Ziyi continued: "But there are always marriages that are not allowed. At that time, if the disciple resists, he will be sent to me, and I also discovered a very wonderful thing..."

He gathered the petals in the palm of his hand, and when the five petals gathered together, they condensed into peach blossoms without stamens. The other sect disciples in the team."

Xiang Gu Chun was silent for a while, and said: "Do you want to say that they only allow people easily because they have not had contact with them all year round?"

"They were just lonely for too long." Bo Ziyi stared at Xiang Guchun, and said, "They just don't want to be so lonely."

As soon as the spiritual power gathering the petals loosened, the peach blossoms collapsed in all directions, and turned into thin petals again.

Xiang Guchun lowered his eyes, not knowing when a peach blossom with stamens fell into his wine cup, and it landed on the amber liquid, like a reed boat, floating and sinking.

When Bo Ziyi asked "Who are you thinking about now?", Weisheng's face clearly appeared in his mind.

The young man eagerly called him "Xianjun, Xianjun" and smiled with nostalgia.

Under the plum blossom tree, he raised his sword brazenly, practicing that sword dance with rustling killing intent, his figure is like a crane, and his age is changing.

Wei Sheng's eyebrows and eyes gradually opened, and when he was silent, it was the solitary pine on the cliff, the green bamboo on the dry rock, which could kill evil things and carry people's lives.

However, once he bends his eyebrows, he will be gentle and gentle like a gentleman.

Xiang Guchun has changed from his "immortal king" to "master". He is a teacher for one day and a father for life. He knows that he is not qualified.

Gu Chun didn't tell Weisheng face-to-face about Xu's head asking for marriage, but only asked about it in a letter.

When he learned that Weisheng had no such intentions, the plum blossoms bloomed in the courtyard overnight, but slowly fell in the morning.

He found that Weisheng had an extra red bracelet in his hand. After that day, the decoction no longer had any effect, and he couldn't taste the bitterness in it.

Is it because of loneliness?

But Weisheng didn't really become Xiangguchun's person who stayed in Hanshan, in fact, they got together less and separated more.

Xiang Guchun didn't forget Weisheng's promise, but now he doesn't want it to be fulfilled, and he even encourages Weisheng to go outside.

Because he still remembered the night when the village first snowed, Weisheng said hoarsely: "I want to take the sword, I want to save them."

The past of the teenager is really easy to inquire about, nothing more than being displaced, abandoned, excluded, and hurt.

But what hurts more than these is that the people who took care of and cared for him died unexpectedly, and the places he walked in the past were completely changed, leaving only a white desert and ashes.

It is impossible for him to detain Weisheng in Hanshan and let him exist only for himself.

Xiang Guchun didn't understand too much, but the answer was obvious.

But then more questions came out, and he didn't understand even more. Compassion, trust, dependence, and love are emotions that ordinary people can't distinguish from admiration in detail.

It doesn't matter whether they are mortals who are a hundred years old, or monks who have lived in Changchun for thousands of years.

Not to mention loneliness.

Seeing his silence, Bo Ziyi said after a while: "Gu Chun, can you tell the difference? Did you mistook Weisheng's arrival for love because of years of loneliness, or were you truly moved?"

Peach blossoms and falling petals are colorful and flying all over the sky.

"If it's the former, then in fact anyone can do it, not Weisheng, there may be other people who make you have such hallucinations, if..."

"Ziyi." Xiang Guchun interrupted him suddenly, and said, "Thank you very much."

Thin purple clothes are dumb.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Why thank me?"

"You're right. Sometimes when someone asks you about something you can't figure out, an answer will come to mind."

Xiang Guchun swallowed the peach blossom together with strong wine, and finally tasted a ray of sweetness.

He said with a smile: "When Weisheng comes back, I will go and tell him that I like him, and whether he is willing to add another kind of fate to me on the master-student relationship."

After all, Xiang Guchun's way of thinking is different from ordinary people in some aspects, but he is also more calm.

He didn't want to ask if it was possible to be rejected in this way, and whether the apprentice would avoid him in the future.

Because Xiang Guchun has always believed that there is a price to be paid for everything, and since he has taken this step, he can accept any result.

Bo Ziyi's question penetrated to the core of his confusion.

He knows what is admiration and what is love.

——The answer is in the heart.

"You asked me if I mistook the company of one person for love because I was too lonely, that's not the case." Xiang Guchun raised his eyes, and smiled in the warm peach blossom: "Not everyone can, if it's not him, then Why can't I bear the loneliness for thousands of years?"

Bo Ziyi closed her eyes heavily, but raised her lips and said softly: "Okay."

Suddenly, a soaring silver light exploded outside the window!

Xiang Guchun got up abruptly, the seat shook, the wine jar was overturned, and the four directions turned over like a dragon.

The silver light in the distance is like a screen, illuminating half of the sky.

The snow was flying, and the water mirror was brightly lit, only the voice of Leng Sanqiu, the suzerain of the Taiqing Sect, could be heard from the water mirror.

At this moment, the voice of the ruthless suzerain was a little trembling, and he tremblingly said: "Something happened."

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The author has something to say:

Bo Ziyi: Hey, as the only person who holds the script in this article, how is my assist?

Yuan: Very good, your ability is really amazing, and prepare for the next fight scene.

Bo Ziyi: emmm doesn't want to fight (paralyzed JPG)

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