Zhijun Xiangu

paranoia

Kunlun Mountain Tianyin Palace, Lingyuan Square.

The sound of swords breaking through the air is everywhere. Countless disciples dressed in Tianyin Palace costumes are practicing in the square. From time to time, spiritual power of different colors will be drawn to the ground of the square and explode. With good materials, these disciples who haven't started for a long time can only leave very shallow traces on it.

Tianyin Palace pays attention to actual combat, and there are practical lessons almost every day.

The Taoist robes of Tianyin Palace are all blue and white except for the separate styles for men and women. Just walking around has an elegant and graceful beauty, not to mention dancing swords.

However, if there are too many people, there will definitely be people who want to be lazy. The two disciples, you and I, seem to be serious, but their sword moves are soft. They are thinking about what dishes will be served in the lunch hall at noon today.

"Be lazy, be lazy when you have the ability to deal with evil spirits, brat!"

Senior Sister Yuhan of Kunlun Mountain has a beautiful voice and is usually quite gentle, but there is one thing: her hands are strong, but she can't feel it herself!The two scabbards slammed on the backs of the two with two "slaps", very loudly, and the two teenagers cried out in pain: "Master, I dare not, I'm sorry!"

Because of this, the naughty disciples who walked around under her hands basically seemed to be completely reborn.

"Junior Sister, they are all new juniors, they are still children."

There are a few male disciples under the tree beside the square. They seem to be not a few years older than these new disciples, but they are all from the "previous generation" of Yuhan's generation. Their breath is calm and reserved, and their hands are busy with something. One of them said softly, "That's how we got here, there's no need to be so strict."

"Senior Brother Yuyang, if these children are as calm and reliable as you, we still need to watch them here?" Yu Han sighed, and several other seniors and sisters who were watching these children leaned over and nodded in agreement.

Yu Yang smiled, lowered his head, poured spiritual power into his fingers to cut off the excess thread, unfolded the patched Taoist robe and looked carefully, after confirming that there was no damage missing, he turned to a person who was secretly looking this way. The young man beckoned: "Yongnian, the Taoist robe is mended!"

The Taoist robes of Tianyin Palace are specially made from the beginning of the fabric. They are all smoked with elixir and medicinal juice. They are very strong and durable, and no matter how long they are worn, they will not be contaminated with other smells. There are also requirements for sewing stitches. This kind of clothes is rare. If it is damaged, you can't mess up the curse in the interlayer of the clothes when you mend it, so someone with some knowledge must do it yourself.

"Long live Uncle Master!" The young man who didn't wear a robe jumped over and happily took the clothes, Yu Yang said: "Be careful, it doesn't matter if the Taoist robe is torn, don't get hurt."

"Uh-huh!"

Several other people also finished their mending, and after calling a few teenagers to take away the clothes, they came out from under the tree, Yu Yang said: "Junior Sister, go and rest, we're here."

Because the ratio of men and women in the cultivation world is not equal, in order to prevent outsiders from peeping, Tianyin Palace has always taken good care of its female disciples. This is also a tradition. If it weren't for Yuyang and the others to mend clothes, I am afraid that Yuhan and the others would not even come. , it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you don't fail in cultivation.

Some outsiders questioned this, and the male disciples of Tianyin Palace unanimously responded: "We are willing, if you have the ability, your strength surpasses Tianyin."

As a result, the marriage rate of the male disciples of Tianyin is also far higher than that of other immortal sects. I don't know if it is because they are more able to get rid of demons and goblins, and enter the hall and kitchen...

The other female disciples dispersed in twos and threes. Yu Han thought for a while, and worriedly said to Yu Yang: "I'd better go and see Yu Lin, and bring him something to eat. I've been in a coma for several days, and I'll definitely wake up. Hungry."

"Keep your foot steady, and your right hand should be higher when you perform this move." After Yu Yang instructed a disciple, he turned his head and said to Yu Han, "Don't worry, Elder Yao Dan has read it and used so many pills. Junior brother is fine."

Yu Han: "It's not that I'm too worried, I also believe in Yu Lin, but the head of the sect has been stabbed..."

"Shhh," he stopped Yuhan's next words, signaled that she still had young people, and walked to Yuhan's side, "If you go, I'll go with you."

Le Xuanying's consciousness was cut off when the hideous man raised his sword and stabbed the master, but the master was unexpectedly stunned in place——as the man's mask fell off, Yuan Hang seemed to see the scariest thing in the world. Unbelievable stuff.

In an instant, he didn't have time to use any sword tactics, and instinctively stood in front of Yuan Hang, ready to resist the sword forcefully.A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes when he saw him rushing towards him, and he turned the edge of the sword abruptly, letting the sword brush past him and cut his Taoist robe.But the man didn't intend to let them go, and the next blow came one after another. The man hit Le Xuanying's chest with a heavy palm. He felt as if he was hit head-on by a siege vehicle, and he could almost hear himself breaking bones. With a loud voice, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and then lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, Le Xuanying felt that her injuries had healed, and before she had time to think about anything else, a thought immediately popped into her mind——

How is Master? !

He just wanted to get up, one hand gently pressed him down, and a familiar voice said softly: "A Lin, don't move around, the injury is not fully healed yet."

Le Xuanying looked at the people around her: "Master!"

Yuan Hang looked at him softly, but there was no smile at the corner of his mouth.

Le Xuanying said: "Master, are you injured? Where is that man?"

Yuan Hangdao: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Le Xuanying didn't notice that Yuan Hang skipped his second question, and heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a sound in his belly, Yuan Hang said: "You have slept for a few days, are you hungry?"

Le Xuanying nodded, and sat up carefully: "I can smell the fragrance."

Only then did Yuan Hang smile, but the smile was so forced, he put the food on the table

Moved to Le Xuanying's bed: "I prepared it for you a long time ago. I woke up just right. It's not cold, so I don't need to do it again."

There are three home-cooked dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice on the table, which are still steaming and full of aroma. Yuan Hang said: "It happens that I haven't eaten yet, let's eat together."

It stands to reason that Yuan Hang has already become a half-immortal and does not need to eat water, but Yuan Hang will ask him to go down the mountain together one day every year, jokingly saying that he will beat the teeth for his disciples, and Le Xuanying is also used to it.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Le Xuanying was sure that this was not the craftsmanship of Tianyin Canteen, but it was several times more delicious than the canteen: "Master, isn't this made by the canteen?"

"No, I did it." Yuanhang dropped a bomb indifferently, seeing Le Xuanying's astonished expression, he hesitated, "Isn't it delicious?"

Le Xuanying shook her head: "No, it's delicious, I just don't know that Master can cook?"

Yuan Dingdao: "Isn't there a saying that says that if you have never eaten pork, you have seen pigs run away. After watching other people's cooking for so many years, you try it yourself. It tastes good. You drink the soup first to supplement nutrition. .”

Le Xuanying picked up the soup Gu and stirred the milky white soup with a spoon. There were snow-white fish and tofu stewed in the soup. It smelled so delicious that it made people move their index fingers. His hand paused: "Master ...Few people in the world know that you will go down to Kunlun Mountain on the sixth day of June every year, and that person is specially waiting there."

The chopsticks stopped for a moment, Yuan Hang was a little lost in thought: "Not many, but not none."

Le Xuanying said: "I'm taking the liberty, I've been feeling a bit confused. The day I met Master in Qiongkang, Master, why did you leave Kunlun?"

Yuan Hangdao: "It's not a secret. I have been looking for the son of the deceased for a long time. Although he may have died long ago, I still think that even if I find the grave, I can have an explanation to his parents."

The answer was ready to come out, Le Xuanying said: "The son of the old man..."

"It's the one who hurt you and wanted to kill me." Yuan Hang put down his chopsticks, "... After so many years of going around, the person who should have died appeared in front of me alive. I was so surprised that he hurt me. you."

Le Xuanying said: "Why would he want to kill Master? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Yuan Hang said slowly: "If I stood in his perspective, I would also feel that I deserve to die."

Le Xuanying asked in surprise, "Master?"

"It's because of the suffering of that child. He must have suffered a lot to survive until now and still have the strength to kill me." Yuan Hang held his trembling right hand with his left hand and said softly, "... I still don't want to stay away from the mortal world, but in the end even my last wish turned into irony."

Le Xuanying has never been able to comfort others since she was a child, so she doesn't know what to say.

Yuan Hang raised his head and said to him, "Why did you stop chopsticks? Are you full?"

He poured all the soup in one go, and went to pick up vegetables again. Yuanhang smiled and said, "You are impatient, I can't beat you, I don't know who can do it. Although it's good for young people to be reckless... But Ah Lin, When will you be able to grow up?"

What Yuan Hang said was meaningful, with a hint of helplessness. When Le Xuanying went to see him, he looked out the window.

Master's cooking can't be wasted, Le Xuanying ate all the dishes, just put down the chopsticks, the door was knocked, Yu Yang and Yu Han pushed the door in.

Yu Han was stunned when he saw Yuan Hang: "Uncle Master? Are you still here? Hey, Ah Lin woke up!"

Le Xuanying: "Senior sister, senior brother."

Yuan Hang put away the empty dishes, Yu Yang hurriedly said: "Uncle Master, let me come."

Yuan Hang shook his head: "The three of you haven't spoken for a few days, so I'll take it off and just drop by to the canteen. Ah Lin, take care of your wounds, I have something for you in a few days."

He patted Le Xuanying's head, left the room, went to the dining hall to return the bowls and chopsticks, and chatted casually with the disciples he met along the way.

On the way to Minghun Temple, Yuan Hang accidentally saw a small water pool left after yesterday's rain. A young and handsome face was clearly reflected in the small water pool, which hadn't changed at all from the past 400 years...

Always remind him who gave it to him.

Everyone thinks that Yuan Hang's real personality is gentle, generous, and elegant, but what he cannot deny is that the cloudy and sad face reflected at this moment clearly told him one thing - he can be deceived People in the world can't lie to themselves.

His right hand was still shaking, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

Minghun Temple is the place where Tianyin used to enshrine the ancestors of past dynasties. Tianyin has been standing for thousands of years. There are several people who have become gods, and countless people have left their names in history. There are strict requirements for entering and exiting the hall, and those who can enter and exit it freely Only Tianyin's successive heads.

However, Yuan Hang stood in front of the tens of feet tall god statue and countless tablets, and thought almost ironically: "Why can I get only pain, but can be regarded as a test by the gods? And since you can't keep the world safe, let the world's painful Howling is considered superfluous, and why can you become a high god?"

The wound from that sword had healed a long time ago, but now it started to hurt faintly. He sneered, and the corners of his eyes were red: "Who will tell me... what should I do?"

As the head of Tianyin, there is no one in the world he can ask.

The candlelight flicked twice, illuminating rows of tablets that could never give Yuan Hang an answer.

The author has something to say: In Huashan ten years ago, Yuan Hang's consciousness: "Please take care of my apprentice, his child can't take care of himself."

Yun Qingyue: "Okay, real Yuan Hang."

Ten years later——Yun Qingyue: "Thank you, Master, we are together!"

Yuanhang: "???"