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

On the day of the beginning of spring, Xiang Guchun will leave Hanshan, and go to Taiqingzong to live in seclusion as a fairy in Xianting.

He said to the outside world that he had retreated to study the great formation, and that he would never see anyone else again, and the affairs of the sect were gradually handed over to Shuyin Daoist.

Wen Shuyin was the head of the sect of cultivation in the past, and he had a very good relationship with Xiangyinli, and almost watched Xiangguchun grow from a baby to a handsome young man.

The lifespan of cultivators in the lower cultivation world is far less than that of those in the upper cultivation realm. If Xiang Guchun does not leave, he will inevitably send and hear the special sound to descend into the void in the future.

But now that the two are sitting opposite each other and drinking, it seems that the younger generation entrusts the elders.

Master Shuyin also has a loving wife and Taoist couple, and a pair of children under his knees, who are even older than Xiang Guchun.

The winter has not stopped, and the sharp breeze blows people's body chills, Wen Shuyin raised his eyes to look at Xiang Guchun who is across the table.

It seemed to him that he had suddenly realized that their acting head, who had placed high hopes on them, had only passed through a short period of the long years of cultivation.

"That's it. If this is done, the sect will hold regular competitions in the future to recruit people with lofty ideals. Most of my sect's swordsmanship cultivators, but we still need to cultivate the rest of the Taoism. There is no distinction between high and low in Taoism practice." If there is a chance, maybe we can open an academy to teach the common people how to defend themselves and cultivate their morality.”

Xiang Guchun had too many things to explain, and said: "As for the land of evil flow and white sand, the ground veins are weak and it is not suitable for living for the time being. You can ask the disciples of the Medicine Sect to open up fairy planting forests and fields to warm up the earth's energy. In the first hundred years of human recuperation, monks also need……"

"Gu Chun." Shuyin slumped his shoulders and said hoarsely, "Weisheng has been waiting outside for a long time, go and see him."

The spirit screen still covered the courtyard and terraces on the Sanzhanjiu Peak, Xiang Guchun's eyes fell on the Moon Gate, he was silent for a moment, then turned back and continued to explain many matters to Wen Shuyin.

After the handover, the two stood up together. Master Shuyin held the long sword in his palm, folded his sleeves and bowed his hands, and said, "It's been a smooth journey, and I respectfully send... the head."

Xiang Guchun bowed back, turned around and walked towards the Moon Gate.

Weisheng stood outside the Lingping screen, dressed in crimson red and stitched with flame patterns, but it looked like a straight mahogany tree standing on the top of a high mountain.

When he saw him coming out with a happy face, he called out: "Master."

With just this sound, Xiang Guchun felt a soreness welling up in his throat.

He tried his best to calm his breath, and said: "From now on, I will go to the Taiqing Sect to discuss important matters with Sect Master Leng, and it will take about half a month to return. You are good at cultivation in the Sect, and you need to be more careful when you go out on missions."

"Disciple understands." Weisheng responded solemnly, took off the red bracelet on his wrist, and said to Gu Chun, "Master, this is the magic weapon and spiritual material that I have collected outside these years. It is not surprising, but now the storage compartment is almost full. , and wanted to send it to Master for self-defense."

Xiang Guchun held the red bracelet with one hand, and the knuckles of the other finger hidden in the sleeve turned white. He moved his gaze down an inch and landed on Weisheng's lips.

At this moment, he was so crazy that he wanted to kiss her.

Xiang Guchun laughed, grabbed the apprentice's hand and pushed the red bracelet back to his wrist, and said, "Do you still use the magic weapon you gave me for self-defense? You should keep these, and remember to clean up for the master when you have time." The bedroom, don't let Yiyue grab something."

He left the letter in the room. If the battle is successful, Weisheng may remember this sentence when he dies, and when he sees his letter, he will take his few possessions. Walk.

The Yiyue white fox who had been called by name rushed over and spun around in front of Xiang Guchun and Weisheng's toes, suddenly grabbed Xiang Guchun's robe and climbed up, nestled in his arms.

Weisheng looked at the very long and round Yiyue, raised his hand to rub his ears, and said with a smile, "Yiyue is going to become a big fox."

And the storage red bracelet returned to the apprentice's wrist.

Just as Xiang Guchun was about to speak, Weisheng said in a low voice: "Master, we have to part for a long time again. Since Master doesn't accept this red bracelet, can I fulfill my disciple's wish?"

There has never been any distinction between master and apprentice when they get along, but Weisheng asked this question rather strangely.

But before Xianggu Chun could react, Weisheng stepped forward, opened his arms, and gave him a hug.

Xiang Guchun's whole body was stiff and he was stunned in place.

This seemed to be a hug full of reluctance, and it didn't last too long.

After withdrawing, Weisheng casually touched Yiyue Fox in Xianggu Chun's arms, and said, "I really envy this chubby guy."

Yiyue let out a hache lazily, sweeping her big tail in the air.

"I'm leaving." Xiang Guchun put down the fox, patted Weisheng on the shoulder, and called Linghe.

He didn't even dare to look at Weisheng again, he just waved his sleeves at him and made the spirit crane flutter its wings.

After the emperor descended to pray for blessings on the star platform, the great formation was announced to the world. The people didn't know much about it, but they had expectations.

If there is no other way, this place is really at stake.

But these have nothing to do with Xiang Guchun, when he arrived at Taiqingzong's place, he became more relaxed.

After all, he is no longer the head of Hanshan who needs to take care of the overall situation, but a formation eye who only needs to remember the process of the formation to open the formation, and he does not need to worry about other things.

He has never practiced the magic techniques of a real fairy, but after communicating with the real fairy Tianshui Linggen who is recuperating, he has learned a lot of secrets about the real fairy.

For example, if they have enough spiritual power, they can really shatter the void. Before the fairy court collapsed, many real immortals fled to other realms.But as the spiritual power dissipated, the remaining true immortals could no longer leave.

In addition, the closer to the top of the interface, the purer the aura, because the light aura floats up, while the heavy turbid qi sinks, so it is extremely difficult to ascend to the lower cultivation world. .

After hearing this statement, Xiang Guchun felt that the turbid qi was very similar to an evil current, but there were also various explanations about the origin of the evil current. Now that the big battle is ahead, it is too late to trace the source.

Most of the real immortals look like teenagers. That day, the real fairy with the water spirit root turned into a woman who looked exactly like Cardamom Nianhua, but her face was haggard because of the backlash of her spirit root. She patted Xianggu Chun's hand and said: "I'm sorry, this is What I should do, let a junior like you do it."

Xiang Guchun shook his head, and said: "There is no reason why anyone should bear the burden. The younger generation just did their best."

The real immortal taught him the ancient magic of sealing evil.

Xiang Guchun almost lost half of his life in the simulation of the spiritual flow that severely damaged the Tianshui Linggen True Immortal. After all, he did not live in the Immortal Court since he was a child and practice the magic of the Immortal. Anyhow, hold on.

Just a fitting spiritual flow has almost made him unable to move in the formation. When he is really under the big formation, if something unexpected happens, I am afraid that he really needs to completely rely on the guardians.

He didn't have to worry much about the formation, and it wasn't until the day before the formation that he realized that the keel to be guarded was actually very close to Mount Han.

Among them, the main formation and the auxiliary formation are set up at both ends of a mountain, and there are guards on each side.

And what he has to do is to activate the formation after the evil flow is attracted by the loopholes in the earth's energy, and the world's spiritual energy will gather, and then use the ancient evil eradication seal and the alternate formation to form a complete ancient evil formation.

Finally, when the auxiliary formation is activated, the entire mountain will collapse, forming an underground palace for the evil-sealing formation here, until all the evil currents are purified.

The Sifangjie now only knows that each sect will open a magic circle that may seal evil currents, and the selection of the formation guards is even more confidential.

Because the protective formation does not depend entirely on the level of cultivation, they found that the more pure and pure the physique is, the less they can participate in it. For example, water and wood spirit roots are not suitable, and ruthless Taoist practitioners are also excluded.

However, Gu Chun didn't need to care about these things, the guards needed to cooperate with each other more, and only unexpected accidents would get involved with the eyes of the formation.

Xiang Guchun had nothing to worry about, he pondered some cold spells in Taiqingzong, and then he practiced sword and slept, which can be called the most leisurely time in these years.

Sometimes he also thinks about Microbiology.

Just dare not think deeply.

The start of the battle is set on the day of Awakening Insects, when it turns warm and cold, spring thunder begins to sound.

On that day, Prime Minister Gu Chun got up and put on a moon white long coat, ate three vegetarian buns and drank a cup of tea in the courtyard.

Gu Chunjian swayed out slowly, and lay down on the stone table.

When not going out, this sword often sleeps in the storage bag, and has only a half-knowledge about the affairs of the formation.

After all, sword spirits are different from ordinary creatures. They are full of aura, but they are also very slow-minded.

It does not feel that today is any different from the past.

Gu Chunjian leaned back on the white jade table carelessly, waiting for Prime Minister Gu Chun to come and get it.

Gu Chunjian felt a little strange until he found that Xiang Guchun was just sitting and didn't pick it up to practice. He poked Xiangguchun's hand with the scabbard, and said to him in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Don't you want to practice today? Er Tiandi is full of spiritual energy, your set of swordsmanship has not been finished yet, it just happens to be completed in time."

Its sword master stood up, but did not pull out Gu Chun as usual.

Xiang Guchun said in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Gu Chun, do you want to be a human?"

"Ah?" Gu Chunjian was stunned, "What's the problem, what's so good about being a human?"

Xiang Guchun said: "When a person can walk around famous mountains and rivers with both feet, see the scenery of the four seasons with his eyes, meet and know different people, and taste the delicacies of the world. You asked me what is sweet and what is bitter. You can become a human being. Taste it by yourself, and..." Xiang Guchun thought of the scene when he saw Gu Chunjian for the first time in Jiange, and said: "You can also run after the sun, and you can sun how you want, as long as you want."

Gu Chunjian never thought about this assumption, he said: "But I am a sword, what does this have to do with me, I can't think of an adult just because I think about it?"

"What do you think?" Xiang Guchun asked.

Gu Chunjian didn't know why today's sword master was so obsessed with this impossible idea, but he wouldn't lie, so he said casually: "It sounds really good."

"Okay." Xiang Guchun made seals with both hands, and a radiant circle formed at his fingertips, encircling Gu Chun on the jade table.

He said: "As long as you think about it, it can be realized."

"--and many more!"

Gu Chunjian suddenly raised his sword, and shouted in Xianggu's sea of ​​knowledge: "What are you doing?"

It was trapped in the magic circle, and finally vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Where are you going?" Gu Chunjian suddenly realized something, it was unbelievable, and asked loudly: "Aren't you taking me?"

How absurd it is for a sword cultivator not to bring his own sword when he is outside.

"Gu Chun, listen to me." Xiang Gu Chun continued to draw new circles in mid-air. This is the remote secret technique of Xianting. He learned from his predecessors that he wanted to transform Gu Chun's sword into a spirit.

There is no return to the journey of the big formation, if he takes this sword, this weapon will be broken by the ancient seal destroying spirit, or the fate of being buried in the ground forever.

What's more, it has been with him all the way since he was young. It is a sword that is tough, arrogant, and stubborn, but willing to spend thousands of miles of original spiritual power to save him without forming a sword contract.

Xiang Guchun no longer regards it as a cold iron weapon.

"You and I have used the name 'Gu Chun' for a hundred years, and have traveled all over the world, but we are always in a hurry and never stop at one place to play carefully. I heard that the water town in the south border sings to pick lotus in summer, and the peak in the east border Hou weather is myriad, the western border is like a bridge at the seventh month of July, and the northern border is full of fine wines and fine wines, even in my locality, I have never tasted them one by one. The desert is solitary, the clear water and green mountains, the customs... If there is no evil from now on, you will Go see it for me."

"Xiang Guchun, what are you talking about!" Gu Chun's Jianming sounded sharply in the circle, "I am your sword, where are you going, how can you not take me?!"

"I can't take you." Xiang Guchun said, "I'm sorry, but I can't take you."

He formed a team, and the shape-changing technique lasted for three days. He had explained to Yan Yuanhan in advance that he would take Gu Chunjian with him in case of accident.

There was nothing to worry about anymore, Xiang Guchun lowered his hands, turned and left.

Gu Chunjian didn't know why he was crying, but there was choking in his voice.

——Where are you going, Xianggu Chun!

——Xiang Guchun!You can't keep me here!

——Sword Master!I am your sword, I am your sword! !

But Gu Chun turned a deaf ear to Gu Chunjian's call, and broke the military contract between the two in the sea of ​​knowledge.

On the top of the Dragon Bone Mountain Range, Xiang Guchun saw the layout of the formation and saw the ten guardians.

They were all dressed in black, with masks, and a blood oath imprint on the back of their hands. They couldn't see their appearance or identity.

Yan Yuanhan and the others could only be sent here, they bowed deeply, Leng Sanqiu said: "May the heavens bless me everywhere, and get through this disaster."

Everyone said in harmony: "May the heaven bless you."

The strong wind howled on the top of the mountain, blowing the clothes and making a sound of hunting.

The gray clouds in the sky passed through the gap, Xiang Guchun took a look, said nothing, and walked towards the mountain steps.

To this day, he remembered that Yan Yuanhan asked him if he had any complaints in his heart. In fact, it would be a lie to say that he didn't have any.

He only found out from the book he read recently that the stories of deviant and unorthodox, happy grievances, and turning hands into clouds and hands into rain are always so wonderful.

But now in troubled times in a calamity year, there are too few opportunities to choose from.

Ordinary people are hanging on their lives every day, not knowing when they will die, whether they will die from the empowerment of evil currents, or be bitten by evil things.

Yesterday, Yan Yan was still talking and laughing, but today his bones are cold, and no one restrains him.

Even monks have a thousand-year lifespan, but they are also faced with the death of evil currents drowning their souls and souls. There is no afterlife, no future, and all fate disappears in smoke.

Not all true immortals have to make this decision, and no one has to be responsible for the lives of others.

But there's always someone to do something about.

The way of heaven is pushing them forward, and they are struggling to find a way to survive in this fate.

And this is the rare moment when they can "choose" their own destiny.

Xiang Guchun seems to be seeing this world for the first time, only to realize that every plant and tree are so nostalgic.

And those who dare not recite deeply, on this long mountain road, can recite to their heart's content.

He remembered many things, insignificant, about those short master and apprentice years.

One of them is the most profound. After learning that the plum blossom tree is Xiang Guchun's natal lamp, the shrewd young man collected fallen plums for a whole night.

There were too many plum blossoms falling, and he couldn't fit them in the kit, so he used his clothes to hold them. The bag was full of flowers, which made his eyes red from anxiety. In the morning, he asked the master in a hoarse voice, why it kept falling, and he counted A lot of times, it ended more than it opened.

The peach blossoms are about to bloom, and the plum blossoms will fall.

On the day of Awakening of Insects, the peach blossoms, Cang Gengming, and the eagle turns into a dove.

He will die on this day.

With the affection that has not been realized for a long time, and the sincerity that has not been expressed, it is buried in this day when all things are born.

Seriously, I have let down the great spring that is coming.

Then leave this spring scenery for future generations to see.

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The author has something to say:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! ! !

Nung, moon and new moon.

Remember to eat moon cakes hey!