The villain is my brother

Master Xuanjing knew he was coming, and without taking his eyes off the lake, he hummed briefly, making Xuanqing unable to figure out what he was thinking.

Speaking of the Guanlan Sect's disciple acceptance ceremony, monks from the seventh floor all came for Reverend Xuanjing, but Reverend Xuanjing didn't like any of them. Since more than ten years ago, he only came back because of something, and asked him He didn't want to say where he went, but he took away some classics of exercises from the sect one after another.

Although these things are precious, Master Xuanjing has absolutely no use for them.

"Uncle Shi is interested in this person, so do you want my nephew to call him?" Xuan Qing asked tentatively.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he hoped that Master Xuanjing would accept disciples. After all, if there is one, there will be a second one. The title of No.1 under the Tribulation is too dazzling. Even he has the idea of ​​making his grandchildren worship Master Xuanjing as a teacher. It's a pity that Master Xuanjing refused because he didn't accept disciples.

"No, no need." Reverend Xuanjing wanted to say yes, but he thought of something to refuse. He looked at Qin Moyu's heartless look in the illusion, and sighed helplessly, "I'd better go find him Bar."

The corner of Xuan Qing's eyes twitched, it was the first time he saw Master Xuan Jing saying that he would take the initiative to find someone, it was really too strange.

"By the way, what do you want from me?" Master Xuanjing asked.

When Xuanqing heard his words, he remembered the purpose of his coming here, and quickly cut off the screen of Qin Moyu, turning it into a place surrounded by black mist, which made Xuanjing, who wanted to reprimand him, frown.

"What's the situation?" Master Xuanjing activated his spiritual energy, the black mist in the screen dissipated a little, and a figure could be vaguely seen inside.

The figure raised his head as if feeling something, and looked straight up with Master Xuanjing through the thick fog.

"It's not clear yet. Obviously the illusions of other people are normal, but this person's illusions are strange. I asked Xuan Li and I don't know why, but I can be sure that there is no problem with the formation." Xuan Qing said honestly.

Xuan Li is the most proficient elder in the Guanlan Sect. Even he said that the formation is no problem, so it must be no problem.

"What's this man's name?"

"Let me see—it seems to be Shen Yebai."

Shen Yebai.

This name made Master Xuanjing stop his movements, he frowned, and leaned back lazily: "It's him, then it's all right."

"Ah?" Xuan Qing didn't know why.

"It's nothing, it's just that this guy's illusion is normal, it's not normal, you don't need to worry about it." Master Xuanjing snorted softly, the more he looked at Shen Yebai standing there in the screen, the more unhappy he was, and his index finger drew in the air. After a few strokes, a stream of light flew into Shen Yebai's illusion.

The low roar of the wild beast came from the originally quiet illusion. Holding the long sword, Shen Yebai cut off a wild beast that was pounced on him with his backhand. The severed monster instantly turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Shen Yebai frowned, with the horizontal sword in front of him, vigilant.

A wild beast is nothing, but what is terrifying is the countless beast pupils glowing with cold light in the black mist.

"Since you're so bored, then I'll let you move around." Master Xuanjing opened the jug and took a sip viciously.

Xuan Qing didn't know where Master Xuan Jing's sulk came from, but he didn't choose to ask, but left silently.

One is Master Xuanjing whose strength is much higher than his own, and the other is a monk who makes Master Xuanjing's teeth itch but can't kill him. Since the illusion is not a hindrance, then he doesn't have to worry about it.

Master Xuanjing avenged himself a wave of personal revenge, but he didn't want to see Shen Yebai's face, so he waved his hand and cut the lake back to Qin Moyu's side.

Qin Moyu was lying on the bed. Wooden slips are the most commonly used records in the cultivation world. It only takes a little spiritual energy to make the words and ink float on the wooden slips, and it can also turn pages like a book, which is much more convenient than simply writing with ink.

Qin Moyu reviewed the content of the previous article, but when he scrolled down, he found that the back was blank.

He didn't care, just put the wooden slip back and started to fiddle with things in the room.

The small wooden sword made by his master when he was six, the kite he made with his master when he was seven, the wooden cart brought to him by his master when he was eight... Qin Moyu's room was filled with things big and small. Everything is full of memories.

Qin Moyu picked up the small wooden sword, and there were three words engraved crookedly on it: Qin Moyu.He remembered how master frowned when he was engraving words that day, his face was crimson, and he was concentrating on fear of engraving wrong words, so he couldn't help laughing.

"Why, laughing so happily?" The old Taoist stood at the door of Qin Moyu at some point, saw Qin Moyu sitting on the ground with a pile of messy things in front of him, and went up to look at it.

"Looking at the old things from before, you see my name is still on it." Qin Moyu said with a smile, pulled the old Taoist priest down, and sat on the ground together. They are not monks who can call wind and rain, but are like grandparents of ordinary people Two, chatting shoulder to shoulder.

"What's so good about old things?" The old Taoist looked disgusted when he saw the name on the wooden sword, but sat down honestly.

"It's only the old things that are interesting. How to say that, it's like old wine getting better and better."

"Hmph, the oldest object is right in front of your eyes, and you don't see it twice."

There was something in what he said, Qin Moyu leaned over and said, "Master thinks I've been away for too long?"

There is an unconcealable pride between the brows.

——Who made it the old Taoist priest who took the initiative to drive Qin Moyu out of the sect to practice.

The old Taoist glanced at him, did not speak, but picked up the kite: "Speaking of this kite, I can remember it very clearly. That day you cried and asked me to make a kite for you, but it turned out to be good for you." I also dislike flying a kite and running too tired, and you want me to use spiritual energy to help you go up, I really don't know what your little head is thinking all day long, it's really tormenting me."

"And this, this, I'll go down the mountain to have a drink, you still want a gift, you are not satisfied with the wooden cart, you want a pair of floats, but the floats are gone the next day, your wooden cart has been made for a day The bridegroom officer will turn around and become a widower."

"and this……"

There are as many old objects in the scene as there are Qin Moyu's black history, and the old Taoist said it without repetition.

Qin Moyu was dumbfounded by what he said, and she didn't remember doing these things when she was a child. The more she heard it, the more irritable she became, and she hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master, stop talking, stop talking, I'm already so old, save me some face. "

After hearing this, the old Taoist looked like a winning rooster, raised his head proudly, patted his buttocks and got up from the ground. His eyes seemed to despise Qin Moyu for being Monkey King, and he couldn't even think of jumping out of his Tathagata palm.

It's strange to say that the old Taoist is thin and thin, and there are many stitches on the yellow Taoist robe. It looks very precious, but it has never been worn properly. It is all loosely draped on the body, and the eyebrows and facial features are obviously soft. The image of a kind and kind man, but his temper is extremely hot, with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and he hums at every turn. He is a full-fledged arrogant old man.

"Eat!" The old Taoist waved his hand, and Qin Moyu obediently followed.

There were ordinary home-cooked dishes on the table. Qin Moyu brought the bowls and chopsticks, scalded them with hot water and handed them to the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest didn't use them to put the rice, but took the jug and poured wine into them.

The porcelain white bowl contains dark yellow wine, and there is a scent of rice blowing over the face.

"I haven't finished the wine yet." Qin Moyu pretended to eat and sat down, chatting with the old Taoist priest while eating, "You should also drink less, you see I've been walking for so long, Master, you still have so little cultivation."

The old Taoist drank most of the wine in one gulp, narrowed his eyes comfortably, and said disdainfully, "What's the matter with such a low level of cultivation? If you don't use the red lotus fire, I can still hold you down and beat you."

"That's my respect for the elderly."

"cut."

The two ate together, the other drank, the old and the young just like this. More than ten years have passed without knowing it. From Qin Moyu's toddler to going out to practice, all the memories are in this small yard.