After being pulled up by the master

"Xue Si, good name."

The old valley owner smiled, but remained silent for a long time.

Xiaoyu knelt quietly until he spoke again.The old man with frosty temples said: "I don't have much time. I hoped that Xiaolou Hongchen would take over the position of the Valley Lord and inherit the fate after returning from his travels. But now, he died for you, and I lock you up." What do you think about the inheritance of Spring Valley being cut off?"

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then replied: "This junior has done it, but this junior is not wrong."

"What is wrong? What is wrong?"

"It's because the junior is incompetent and failed to protect him well." Xiaoyu choked with sobs, "But the junior likes him, loves him, there is nothing wrong with the junior."

As he was talking, he was thinking that if the old valley owner struck him with lightning at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

But Qiu Wenxia just smiled slightly: "So, are you willing to wait? If you are willing, you can practice with me from now on."

Xiaoyu's shoulders trembled slightly, in disbelief.

But this thing really happened.

Qiuwen Xia taught him all kinds of celestial arts, and passed on his mind and skills.The old owner of the valley was not as carefree as Shi Gu, he didn't know the severity, maybe because he was old, he never left the big rock under the pear tree, and the dust whisk in his hand was hanging on his arms all year round.Xiaoyu often has the illusion that the old valley owner is a fairy in the sky, and he will leave with a crane when his mission in the world is completed.And this day is not too far away.

The following spring, the third day of February.

Xiaoyu entered Suochun Valley and listened to the teachings of the old Gu master for 287 days.

The pear blossoms are like heavy snow all over the sky, falling one after another on Qiu Wenxia's shoulders.The old man closed his eyes, feathers were flying in his sleeves, the spring breeze was still there, and cranes were singing in the mountains.Then the wind blows and the flowers fall, the Sri Lankan has passed away, and the sky and clouds will not disperse for a long time.

The crane sang in the sky, and it was spread all over the world. Everyone in the world knew that Suochun Valley had changed hands. From then on, there was only Xue Si in the world, and there was no more Sun Yufu.

That year, Xue Si was 16 years old.But he always felt as if he had already passed this life. His biological mother died early, his beloved died early, and his friends separated. He was the only one in this huge Suochun Valley.

He looked up at the clear blue sky, and the feeling of loneliness seemed to come from the faint clouds in the sky, which made him feel very depressed.

But fortunately, he still has hope.

The old valley owner left him Xue Wendi's wild goose, a broken bamboo flute, and two simple bamboo houses.The old well, the well water is like a mirror, reflecting his slightly frail figure.

Suochun Valley is not limited to this small area.Its interior is very large, and there are many ancient ruins, and the sword mound is one of them.The collection of books in the valley records that the sword mound was formed 800 years ago when meteorites fell from the sky, so the ancestors built furnaces around stones and forged countless famous swords.However, it is well-known, those who seek swords are like carp crossing the river. Although they have swords, they have no morals and are always killed. That is to say, 400 years ago, the ancestors closed the valley and escaped from the world.The famous swords in Jianzhong were all shelved, and only waited for those who were destined.

And Hengyan is the last famous sword of Jiange, left by the ancestors for future generations.If you want to repair it, you must find the sword mound and find its most primitive forging materials.

On the fourth day of February, the second day after the old valley master emerged.

Xue Si tidied up the bamboo house, looked at the bed where Xue Wendi slept, and murmured softly: "I'm going, you have to bless me, everything goes well."

But he went round and round in the mountains and found nothing.

"On the fourth day of the second month of the Jiazi year, the sky was fine. I built a bamboo house, but I couldn't sharpen my sword. So I went to the hinterland of the valley to find a sword mound, but found nothing. When I returned, it was late, the house leaked, the night wind was bleak, and I couldn't sleep."

Xue Si lit the lamp, sat on Xue Wendi's bed, and quietly wrote his whole day's experience.He couldn't sleep, with the thin quilt covering his legs, he always felt that before Xue Wendi left, that bright young man might come out from some corner, and said to him with a smile: "Your hands are so cold." , I'll cover you up."

But none of this is true.

He sat quietly until dawn, read the book, and stroked the broken bamboo flute.

This flute cannot be repaired, if it is broken, it is broken.Even if he found another green bamboo that was exactly the same to make a flute, it wouldn't be this one.Xue Si lowered his eyes and sighed softly in the long night.

"On the fifth day of the second month of the Jiazi year, when the sky was fine, I went to the mountain to search for the sword mound, but found nothing. I buried the flute under a tree and sat quietly for a day."

"On the sixth day of the second month of the Jiazi year, it was raining lightly. I was looking for the Sword Tomb. I met a wild deer on the road. I watched it play in the spring water. I carved a stone to record it before returning."

"There are deer in our valley, they are very cute." Xue Wendi's voice seemed to linger in his ears, Xue Si stared intently at the group of deer playing in the water through a clear spring, thinking, so cute, little Lou didn't lie to him.But they all had companions, and he didn't.

Xue Si blushed, turned and left.

"On the seventh day of the second month of the Jiazi year, the sky was dark, and I was looking for the sword mound. The road slipped and I fell under the cliff. Fortunately, the pines and cypresses protected me, and my life was safe. When I return, the long night is over and the sky is bright."

At that time, Xue Si was not yet familiar with medical theory, so he dragged his bruised body back to the bamboo hut, and could only wash it briefly, and then got into bed tiredly.Xue Wendi's breath was already very weak, and he buried his face in the pillow, as if this would relieve the pain of the wound a lot.

He fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, the pain increased and it was difficult to move.Suochun Valley is full of aura, and there is a large formation of sealing mountains to suppress it, so no evil spirits will arise.Therefore, Xue Si was extra careful not to let his devilish energy spill out. He became more proficient in controlling power, and his body became more and more normal—the speed of wound healing was significantly slower.

He was finally no longer the unkillable monster at the gate of Lin Yuan.

At least, he's in pain now, he's sick, very sick.

He once again dreamed of the dark childhood, the Qingjiang River under the moonlight, and the bright-eyed boy.

"On February [-]th, it was raining, and it was hard to hold a pen. There was no word in the book, and the small building was still awake."

Xue Si put down his pen with difficulty and burst into tears.

The wordless book is also a relic of the old valley owner.

Qiu Wenxia told him that he would be able to meet Xue Wendi again when the wordless book could be printed.

It's just that the price is too heavy.

The old valley owner said that immortals and demons have different paths, and it is impossible for him and Xiaolou.Keeping him is nothing more than hoping that Suochungu will be guarded by capable people during Xue Wendi's absence.

"I lock Spring Valley. Although I am far away from the mortal world, troubled times will come out. It is the ancestor's precept to help those in need. Xiaolou, as my apprentice, must inherit this destiny. Now that the devil's capital is not in peace, he will surely be born after he wakes up." If you want to go to the torrent, you shouldn't trap him here with petty love."

The words of the old Guzhu were resounding, "Xue Si, cultivation is important in cultivating the mind and nature. The small building is a swan geese soaring in the sky, so who are you? If the way of heaven is tilted, what stand and identity do you want to stand by his side? "

"I like him, and he likes me, why can't we fight side by side?"

Xue Si was at a loss and knelt down with a plop.He wanted to ask this senior to take back his life, but the other party shook his whisk.

"Haven't you ever thought about why you can survive to this day? Why can't sword spirits hurt you even half of it?"

Xue Si was stunned.

"The Demon Gathering Pond was originally a place to absorb the grievances of the heavens and the earth, turn them into demonic energy, and supply them to Night City without interruption for hundreds of years. But your father's ambitions expanded and he practiced forbidden techniques, which made the Demon Gathering Pond overwhelmed."

Qiu Wenxia opened those deep eyes, there seemed to be reluctance and reluctance in those eyes, but they seemed to be full of determination.Xue Si recalled this incident later, and suddenly realized that the old Gu owner might have been in a difficult situation at that time, because of him and Xiaolou.

"The sky has its way, the earth has its spirit, and everything has its permanence. A ray of spirit was born from the magic pool and came to the world." Qiu Wenxia sighed slightly, "It's you, Xiaoyu."

Xue Si's breathing was slightly stagnant, and when he came back to his senses, tears were streaming down his face.

"Not only the righteous way, but also the devil city needs you. If you want to return the magic gathering pool to its previous state, you will have to die. You lost Xiaolou before, and I don't think you want Xiaolou to go through this kind of heartache. Once." Qiu Wenxia closed her eyes and said nothing.

Of course I don't want him to suffer anymore, he is my favorite person.

Xue Si opened the wordless book, tears fell drop by drop, he remembered what Shi Gu said to him: "You will destroy him."

Yes, Xiaolou should soar freely beyond the heavens and not be bound by him.How can a swordsman be called a chivalrous man if he does not travel far and is not born?

"On the fifteenth day of the third month in the year of Yichou, I found a sword mound and found several broken sword handles. They were melted in a furnace and defeated. The swordsmanship was successful. I sat quietly under a tree, and the pear blossoms were snowing. The wordless book began to have words, which could be written in ink. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't say a word."

Xue Si swears that he will guard this valley with all his heart, wait for Xiaolou to come back, and wait for his beloved to kill him with his life.

Such a wait is a full 40 years.

A lot has happened in the past 40 years.

It is said in the world that the ghost lord Shi Gu fought with the demon lord for a day and a night at the bank of Suhui.It is reported that Linyuan had searched everywhere, but found nothing.During these 40 years, Sun Xuehua succeeded Linyuan as the head of the sect. Under his leadership, Linyuan gradually became a pillar of the righteous path, and Gu Qing also became his right-hand man, taking over the position of the master of the Mingshu Pavilion.

The illusion of Suochun Valley is closed, letters are blocked, people outside can't find it, and people inside can't get out.

At the very beginning, Xue Si released Swift and communicated with Sun Xuehua, telling him everything that happened in the valley.The other party only replied with a few words: "As long as you are healthy, I will entrust you to take care of Xiaolou, so don't write any more letters."

Xue Si scratched at the words "No more letters", but couldn't understand it.He is not Xue Wendi, if Xue Wendi saw these words, he would know that Sun Xuehua was in some trouble.But Xue Si was in a state of confusion at the time, so he didn't delve into the matter, and as time passed, he stopped writing to Sun Xuehua.

Sun Xuehua took over as the head of Linyuan before his weak crown year, and only he himself has experienced the ups and downs.If Xue Wendi was still there, he could still say something in detail, but what should he say to Xue Si?

There are some things that cannot be said, need not be said, and cannot be understood.People who understand him only need a look, and this person is no longer there.

Gu Qing has been afraid of the night for a long time.As long as she closes her eyes, she can see Shi Gu pushing her down the mighty river covered in blood, smiling: "Little girl, run quickly, don't get caught."

Shi Gu was so exhausted that he couldn't help laughing.He exhausted his last ounce of strength to activate the spirit technique, Gu Qing couldn't escape, and was transferred to another bank by the river in an instant.

There happened to be Linyuan stationed there.

Gu Qing knocked on the door frantically, and when the familiar Yuebaiqing Taoist robe appeared in front of her, she finally couldn't help crying loudly, she shouted for help, but it was too late.

It's too late.

When everyone in Linyuan rushed to the bank of Suhui, there was only scorched earth left.Some people were astounded that the ghost master was so powerful that he was able to compete with the demon king. You must know that the demon king has devoured so many tribesmen, and his cultivation has already made a breakthrough.

Gu Qing didn't believe in evil, and chased after the traces of their fight.She searched all the places where Shi Gu's sword spirit remained, but there was no one there.

The ghost lord is well-known, but the ghost way has disappeared again, and even Zou Malantai, who cooperated with the devil, has never been heard from.

Mysterious, too mysterious.

From being unwilling at the beginning, Gu Qing gradually accepted the reality.She thought that Shi Gu might have died in an unknown corner, after all, he was such a cheap-mouthed person, and she definitely didn't want to see his desolate appearance by herself.Or, if Shi Gu is not dead, he will lament that he finally got rid of a few annoying little ghosts and hid in some happy forest to drink.

Gu Qing puts river lanterns on the edge of Linyuan Qingjiang River every year, praying that the drunkard will not be drunk to death, it is best to be full of tails, so that he won't have a meal without a meal.

God heard her prayer, but didn't tell her.

Shi Gu didn't die, he survived, his inner alchemy was shattered, his cultivation base was shattered, and after two years, he became a stooped old man.

He sent his two swords back to Qiuye Mountain, dug out two jars of good wine from the ground of his dilapidated old house, and wandered in this world.

The common people don't know what kind of open and secret struggles and life-and-death struggles are going on between the immortals and demons.As always, they experienced their own joys and sorrows, and spent every ordinary or extraordinary day for them.

Shi Gu was lying under the bridge hole, took a sip of wine, and passed by a black boat for lottery, on which stood a potbellied merchant, who seemed to feel sorry for him, and threw a bunch of copper coins over.Shi Gu hooked his fingers and twirled the string of copper coins: "Brother, why did you give me money?"

"Both my parents were sick, so I went to the temple to pray to the Bodhisattva, telling me to do more good deeds."

When the other party replied, Shi Gu laughed loudly: "Good deeds are good! Do more good deeds and you will be rewarded!"

He formed mudra with one hand, and calmly drove away the imp attached to the rich businessman.

"Thank you for the drink, dude."

Shi Gu was panting, he could no longer speak loudly, every time he exorcised the evil spirit, his remaining aura would disappear a bit.

The rich businessman didn't hear it, his black boat had already gone far away.

Shi Gu experienced many things in the next 40 years.

He first raised a little yellow dog.He thought, anyway, he wouldn't live long, and if he had a dog to keep him company, maybe this good dog would be able to support him until the end of his life.At first, the little yellow dog was only the size of his palm and hadn't been weaned yet, so he had to do some odd jobs. The foreman thought he was lonely and old, so he gave him an extra two pennies.Shi Gu wanted to argue that he was not old, but he touched his face and gave up.

With this little money, he went to Orion's house to exchange some goat milk and feed it to the little yellow dog.He raised himself in a mess, let alone raising another life.But he was more patient than any other day in the past. He would even hug the little yellow dog and walk along the bustling streets.

Until one day, he accidentally heard a voice.

"That's all for today's patrol, thank you for your hard work."

He looked up, and on the street not far away, there were several cultivators dressed in Qing Taoist robes under the moonlight sky.The one at the head is an extremely beautiful girl.

Shi Gu was slightly taken aback, bowed his head and hugged the little yellow dog, and walked back. Those people hurried past beside him.Shi Gu glanced at Gu Qing, with his hair tied, his eyes firm. He was no longer the girl who followed Sun Xuehua back then.

He heard someone calling her Elder Gu.

Shi Gu tilted his head, and smiled softly: "You are safe, little girl."

If you want to be good, I won't go to you to ask for a drink.

Shi Gu hugged the little yellow dog and walked to another road.

He thought he was dying, but he didn't, God seemed to have forgotten him and didn't take him away.His little yellow dog turned into an old yellow dog, and finally wobbled to sleep at his feet, turning into a pile of loess.

If you are not dead, then you are alive.

Shi Gu is very unrestrained, and after thinking it through, he becomes more at ease.All the three lines of Ghost Dao had looked for him, among which Zou Malantai was the most popular, and he wanted to get his hands on the Ghost Slaying Sword and replace him.

After No. 80 failed assassinations, the leader of Zou Malantai knelt in front of him, feeling unwilling: "You are obviously seriously injured, how can you beat me?"

Shi Gu took his wine jar and slammed it on the forehead of the other party with a "bang", causing his head to bleed.He sneered: "Because I am not afraid of death."

The man raised his face, bleeding profusely, and his eyes were all bloody.But through the blood curtain, he still saw the arrogant and unruly face clearly.

Shi Gu really cultivated the ghost way to the extreme.

Those who practice the way of ghosts can do whatever they want, and the world is hard to restrain.

The man finally lowered his head: "May I be the leader of the ghost."

Shi Gu smiled and said, "It's easy to talk, first buy me two jars of good wine."

"Yes."

Although Shi Gu was seriously injured, the ghost way still respects him as the master.The leader who walked Malantai followed him all the time and drove the car for him. Shigu said that he would punish him for being disrespectful and change his name to Huang Ergou. After three days of hesitation, the other party accepted.

Since then, the ghost master has traveled far away without asking about everything.Day after day, year after year, even the right way is forgotten, how Shi Gu turned the tide back then and brought back the 40 years of peace and prosperity with his own efforts.

Only Xue Si still remembered.

While waiting for Xue Wendi, he was also looking for Shi Gu.He rewrote Xiaolou's life in wordless books, half relying on past memories, and half relying on his own random fabrications.Since Xue Wendi can't think of himself, anything related to him must be erased.Then Xiaoxue, Ah Qing, and the seniors couldn't show up, and the situation of those two years would be completely buried in the years.

"Sir, am I doing this right? Maybe I should write that Xiaolou came out of the valley and met Xiaoxue and Ah Qing. The three of them traveled together and became best friends."

Xue Si didn't know why, but he still couldn't write.

He thought he was jealous, anxious, thinking, what would Xiaolou do if he fell in love with someone else one day?

"On the [-]th day of the seventh month of the Jiachen year, the Ziwei star moves, and I can see my old friend."

The pages of the wordless book fluttered and scattered into the courtyard. Under the snow-white pear tree, stood a familiar figure.

He was just as before, holding a grass stalk and weaving a small swift.

Xue Si stood silent for a long time.

The boy turned his head and smiled when he saw him: "Master!"

Xue Wendi is still 15 years old, with a frosty ponytail and high spirits.But he is no longer, he is Xiaolou's master now, and the responsibility of preaching and teaching is still on his shoulders.

This is his promise to the old valley owner, and he cannot miss the appointment.

"Ah."

Xue Si responded with difficulty, cold and cheerless.