Hachishomon

Butterfly, he was sitting under a big peach tree in the courtyard, the red and pink peach blossoms were falling down, and gradually a thick layer of petals fell on his shoulders.

The man in white smiled happily: "You don't have much time, do you want to continue in a daze?"

Lu Wangchuan looked at him again, his eyes flickering in surprise.

"...Illusion in the painting?"

The man in white shook his head: "It's a heart-reading decision I left behind. You come in because you are sincere."

Lu Wangchuan learned without a teacher: "Did it enter your heart? Or mine?"

"My heart"

The man in white said: "Your heart is too chaotic"

"...Senior is also a disciple of the Nine Micro Sect?"

"Yes and no, I entered the Tao with the nineteen-style swordsmanship, so I have some connections with them."

The man in white saw through his state of mind: "Don't you want to learn swordsmanship, I'll teach you"

Lu Wangchuan asked warily, "Why?"

"Just as you and I are destined"

"who are you?"

"It's easy to say, Master Zhiyang's disciple, Mu Qingping"

Zhiyang?He doesn't know who Zhiyang Daoist is, but he has heard of this Mu Qingping. It seems to be a person from a hundred years ago. , whose name is Xie Chonghua, titled King Qi, is this King Qi who defends against powerful enemies outside and stabilizes the mountains and rivers inside. He ended the ten-year court struggle at that time, and assisted the eleventh prince Xie Shun to ascend the throne. It has been 130 years since he single-handedly helped the weather.

This Mu Qingping, Mr. Mu who is both civil and military, is his loyal minister and good general, his right-hand man.

According to unofficial history records, after Xie Shun ascended the throne for ten years and the country was stabilized, Xie Chonghua and this Mr. Mu stayed away from the temple without knowing where they were going. It is difficult for future generations to detect their traces, as if they disappeared out of thin air.

"You are Mu Qingping?"

Mu Qingping asked back: "You know me?"

"I know a little bit, how do you know the Nine Micro School swordsmanship?"

"It's too long to talk, if you want to listen, then listen to me slowly—"

"No no no, no need"

Since it is a character hanging in the cave of Jiuwei Sect, it must be very important, Lu Wangchuan jumped up and said excitedly: "Then let's get started, Senior Mu!"

Senior Mu was still sitting firmly on the bluestone ground, brushed off the fallen flowers on his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, it won't be time."

"Until soon"

Mu Qingping pointed to the sky: "Wait until evening"

"why"

"Because what you want to practice is not the nineteen-style swordsmanship, but the Fuxing sword."

Lu Wangchuan's cleverness suddenly disappeared, and he asked stupidly, "What Fuxing Sword is stronger than the nineteen-style swordsmanship?"

Mu Qingping clicked his tongue: "Why are you so stupid, you have studied the astrolabe for so long, and you can pick Xinghe with a sword, you say you are not a dick?"

"...Ah? What's the matter?"

Mu Qing gave him a blank look, and said in his heart that if he didn't see you as a descendant of the Xie family, he would have kicked you out a long time ago.

He couldn't comprehend the thinking of the senior from the 21st century, Lu Wangchuan rubbed his nose and sat down in disgrace.

After a while, he heard a few dogs barking at the door. Lu Wangchuan looked around and saw a tall and handsome man walking in with a hunting dog.

Although the man was dressed in civilian clothes, he couldn't hide his heroic aura, his eyes were like ink, and his aura was extraordinary.

Mu Qingping also looked back, and said to him seriously: "That's your ancestor."

Lu Wangchuan: ...

The man tied the hound to the fence at the gate, went to the well and took a ladle of cold water to drink.

"People are coming, take a look"

Mu Qingping pointed Lu Wangchuan to him.

The man threw the ladle into the well water, and his unfathomable eyes fell on Lu Wangchuan lightly and coldly. After a few glances, he took out a bag of green dates from his jacket, put them on the stone table, and left.

Lu Wangchuan quietly asked, "Who is it?"

Mu Qingping took down the green dates, rubbed one on his clothes, and said while eating: "Xie Chonghua"

Even a child with two horns knows that there is a famous King Qi in the history books of Da Qi, and Lu Wangchuan naturally knows it too.

It's just that I really didn't expect that this man who was dressed like a farmer and came back with a hunting dog and two rabbits was actually Xie Chonghua? !

What exactly did years do to this famous Lord Qi?

Also, they didn't turn into ashes?Or are they all immortals?

At this time, Xie Chonghua came out of the house again, sat not far away, swung an ax and began to chop wood, and said the first sentence since entering the door: "Why did you get here, send him away as soon as possible"

Lu Wangchuan shuddered and lowered his head.

Mu Qingping turned around and yelled at him: "This is my apprentice, I haven't taught him yet, what are you talking about?"

This master is really good, Lu Wangchuan instantly gained some confidence to stay here.

"The firewood has been split into a mountain, why do you still split it?"

Mu Qingping said, "Go and cook—"

Lu Wangchuan: ...

He'd better go.

Prince Qi dropped his ax and went into the kitchen.

Lu Wangchuan listened to this sloppy master Hu Tianhu babbling nonsense, and said in his heart that all capable people hide their secrets, so wait and see.

After chatting for a while, Mu Qingping also entered the kitchen, leaving Lu Wangchuan sitting on the ground alone eating green dates.

After a simple dinner, Lu Wangchuan sat at the stone table with Senior Mu to bask in the moon, and King Qi dragged the hunting dog out again.

According to what Senior Mu said: "He buried several nets on the mountain. I said you can't set up wild boars like you set up Liaosui soldiers. Those who are determined just don't believe me."

Lu Wangchuan nodded speechlessly.

After waiting for a while, when all the bustling stars in the sky jumped out, Mu Qingping was finally willing to lift his butt.

"Go, go."

Lu Wangchuan asked him: "Senior, where is the sword?"

Mu Qingping picked up two branches from the ground: "Here, I'll give you one."

Lu Wangchuan: ...

Silently took over the crooked branches, he felt that this master was not very reliable.

The author has something to say: Have you seen Seizing the Dynasty?This setting is purely to satisfy my own bad taste...

I ate a few mouthfuls of big watermelon just now, the grass is so sweet!

☆、Nine deaths without regret 【[-]】

A few days later, the three immortal elders led their disciples back to Yukun Mountain. After some experience, the young boys and girls who had just set off with high ambitions and vows no longer exist. They have been raised in ivory towers for a long time. One thing should be the foundation of this life's glory, but I don't know that the fairy world and the human world are bound by laws and regulations. The reason why people and immortals have different identities is because the framework between heaven and earth is guarded by people who try to squeeze into the fairy gate. No matter how ambitious you are, you have to pay a price. A group of ambitious people are always at the risk of being split in half head-on while licking their blades, and the price of this risk is equal.

Either you die like duckweed, and no one will remember you even if you disappear, or your name will go down in history like Mount Tai.

The strong are respected, this law of survival will not change at any time.

After experiencing the battle with the demons in the South China Sea, the atmosphere of the Nine Micro Sect became much calmer. Every disciple of the Nine Micro Sect who was killed or injured was a sharp weapon used by the ruler of Yukun Mountain to flaunt the sect.

It's really a bit of the majestic style of Guixiong even after death.

After Chu Huanian came back, he didn't have time to change his clothes, so he went to Qingxin Garden in a dirty and smelly body.

This time he went down the mountain not only to help out in the South China Sea, he also secretly bought a lot of paper, inkstones, pens and ink and exquisite gadgets in the street market and brought them back to Luo Yutang as a gift.

There are all sorts of strange gadgets in a big package that can never be finished, as if it is a bottomless pit, Luo Yutang has almost no loopholes to speak.

There were too many things to buy, so Chu Huanian simply snorted and dropped one of the bottoms, picked up a bamboo whistle and blew it, and asked without panting, "Hey, do you have the belt I gave you?" skip?"

This person was sweating profusely, and the smile on his face was a bit presumptuous, Luo Yutang choked for a moment, and said, "I should have worn it before, why?"

Chu Huanian waved his hand: "It's okay, it's fine to wear it, let's wear it."

Mu Youcai stood at the door for an unknown amount of time, and after hearing Chu Huanian's nonsense for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, walked in and said with a serious look: "Wang Chuan has been locked up."

"……what?"

That's the thing, Chu Huanian didn't expect Jiuwei's party to be so ruthless and unreasonable to Lu Wangchuan, he stood there holding back his anger for a long time, then threw the things in his hand and walked out.

Mu Youcai changed his procrastination and followed immediately.

Chu Huanian was quite strategic in his handling of affairs, and could be regarded as calm. Along the way, he thought about many hypotheses and possibilities for Lu Wangchuan's imprisonment.

The reason why Lu Wangchuan was arrested was nothing more than hitting the knife edge of Ziwei, who had suffered a defeat. He knew exactly what kind of temper the little junior was. Usually, he can pretend to be stupid when everyone is well. Suffering immediate losses, but if it really comes to the time of life and death, Lu Wangchuan's bear temper is tougher than anyone else, let alone the insignificant Ziwei standing in front of him, even if the four Xuanzongs are all present, he will He will hold his neck and refuse to accept the slightest softness, and will not ask for mercy.

Don't you dislike me?It just so happens that grandpa doesn't like you!

Chu Huanian once said that he pretended to be a man, but he was actually a heartless person who would harm others and himself.

After finding out the reason, Chu Huanian began to think of a solution again. Obviously, interceding with the four elders now is just adding to the chaos. The Nine Micro Sect has just quelled a turmoil and is recovering its vitality. At this time, it is very chaotic to dare to do it for a trivial person. The disciple alarmed the Immortal Elder, who was cultivating his health and rest, and he was afraid that Lu Wangchuan would be in danger.

You can't intercede, but people must be saved.

Standing in the ruined mess of the garden, Chu Huanian watched a few servant boys tidy up the garden, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Where does Da Si Ming live?"

Mu Youcai didn't know that he had a plan in his mind that was comparable to Sun Tzu's Art of War, and he led the way without saying a word.

This is similar to dealing with family affairs, especially when it is not an honorable private matter, it is most suitable for a guest from Yuandao to come forward to intercede, not to mention that Da Si Ming is a distinguished guest.

Chu Huanian had a hundred kinds of rhetoric to incite the benevolent and kind Da Siming to come forward to intercede for Lu Wangchuan. This bit of face, Jiuwei Sect must give it.

"How do you plan to persuade Da Si Ming to come forward?"

The high terrace is in front of you, and in the attic drape, the goddess in red is burning incense and praying for blessings.

Chu Huanian didn't answer, and said in a low voice, "Go and put Wangchuan's astrolabe behind the house, and find a hidden place to leave it there."

Mu Youcai didn't know why, so he did it.

Chu Huanian straightened his tattered clothes and pretended to be searching for something on the ground.

After half a stick of incense, the chief commander in the attic lifted the veil and asked, "This fellow Taoist, what can you do?"

Chu Huanian bowed his hands respectfully to the upstairs: "I don't dare to forgive the Commander, because a few days ago when the monsters attacked the mountain, one of my junior brothers went here to spread the star array and lost the magic weapon, so he was blamed by the master and imprisoned." Punishment, I have taken the liberty to come here to look for the magic weapon of the younger brother."

Such a picture of gold masonry and jade lacquer is perfect, natural and good-looking steps, four fairy elders, do you want to go down or not?

Lu Wangchuan had already forgotten how long he had been in that painting. Although Senior Mu claimed to teach him how to practice swords, he was always meditating, and the night here seemed to never leave, and the stars in the sky were as big as buckets. It is amazingly bright, and the sky is so low that you can touch the stars with your hands.

"What have you learned? Without an astrolabe, you can't even place the simplest eight-house constellation?!"

The senior reprimanded him like this, so Lu Wangchuan meditated for an unknown how long in the long night, trying to get rid of the astrolabe and use his mind to restrain the stars in the sky.

His body became lighter and lighter, as if he had gotten rid of his mortal body and ascended. Lu Wangchuan opened his eyes and found that he seemed to be in the middle of the Milky Way, surrounded by twinkling stars. He was sitting in emptiness, and there was a breeze blowing from time to time .

Just like this, a star thread was blown to him by the wind, and gradually arranged in the shape of an astrolabe in front of him, and then the star thread was blown from all directions and nailed to the astrolabe, without missing any of the 24 houses. Like an astrolabe with substance.

Lu Wangchuan knew that the astrolabe in front of him was not the real thing, but an astrolabe conjured up in his mind.

Only then did I think of the words of Zen Master Wuchao, you can only truly learn thoroughly if you draw the board with your heart.

Now his heart is a huge astrolabe, the 24 houses, the pattern of heaven and earth, all in his heart and in his hands.

Flip a few star wires casually, and the surrounding stars move spontaneously to form a mysterious eight-house star array.

"Very good, take the sword"

I don't know when, dressed in white, stood in the ninety-two palace of the star array, with a strange gate under his feet.

This is no longer a crudely made branch, but a silver sword.

Lu Wangchuan caught the sword and stood directly opposite him without a teacher, stepping on Jingmen, one of the eight life gates that shake and lock the eight desolations and six unions in the eight palaces and stars.

"The first form of the Fuxing swordsmanship, the road is far away and the distance is in order!"

Dressed in white clothes, he waved his long sword and pointed at the galaxy. The light of the sword and the light of the stars are indistinguishable from each other.

Lu Wangchuan watched every move he made closely, and his heart seemed to be turned upside down by the silver sword.

Some sword techniques are unstoppable like silver snakes, and some sword techniques are like flying flowers that cannot be defended. There are always high and low sword skills, but no matter whether they are high or low, there are always rules to follow, and each has its own advantages. But at this moment, the set of sword techniques unfolded in front of his eyes...has no rules.

Without rules, there is no law at all. The set of swordsmanship that Mu Youcai practiced is chaotic and magnificent. Without rules, it is extremely domineering, and this set of swordsmanship is extremely domineering...

No matter how his body shape changes, how his sword energy flies, Lu Wangchuan found that his toes have never left the strange gate under his feet.

No, it's not that there are no rules to follow, those moves one after another are clearly a star map!

The heart is the formation, the sword is the star, is this the Star Fuxing Sword?

Lu Wangchuan looked at the wild and domineering figure in white clothes, and suddenly said to himself: "I understand..."

"What do you understand, be careful of your Eight Life Gate!"

A silver light flew towards him, and Lu Wangchuan quickly raised his sword to block it, and the moment the blades met, the silver light shot out.

"Guard the Jingmen under your feet!"

The eight palaces and star formations and the eight life gates also symbolize the heaven and the earth. Only by guarding the eight life gates can he guard his own star formation.

Lu Wangchuan's heart was suddenly so transparent that he no longer needed to look at his sword skills, but acted with his heart, and the Fuxing Sword was born from his heart.

The eighth house circled around for a week. Although Lu Wangchuan was almost exhausted by his aggressive and ruthless moves, he guarded the eight birth gates of the star formation.

Lu Wangchuan leaned on the sword and knelt on one knee on the last door, his muscles and bones were weak and his body was sweating profusely.

The star array under his feet suddenly burst into silver light, and he was sitting in white clothes and meditating with his eyes closed, the corners of his clothes were blown up by the strong wind from bottom to top.

"Second form, I will separate myself from the distance"

I will distance myself from the distance, the road is long and difficult to find fellow travelers, I will search up and down, but I will distance myself from the distance.

The star array in the eighth house rotates slowly, and rises together with the man sitting at the eye of the array.

Lu Wangchuan raised his head and looked at the suddenly distant star array, which was still in it just now, but now they are on their own side.

The man in white stood up and swung his sword again.

Lu Wangchuan observed his sword skills from a distance, imitating his every move.

The second form is not as domineering, crazy, or unrivaled as the first form, but it is like the gentleness of the spring breeze and drizzle after the storm, subduing a lot of impetuousness and clamor of youthful madness, becoming gentle, quiet and intriguing.

The second style of swordsmanship is not so fierce, it seems that what is being practiced is no longer a person's swordsmanship, but a person's heart.

A person must dare to advance bravely to be arrogant, but also know how to be lonely and self-admiring, calm and gentle.

The swordsmanship of fine water and long flow seems to be facing not the majestic world, but the high mountains, flowing water, green leaves and bamboos, and it has benefited a lot from keeping a low profile.

Lu Wangchuan stood still slowly, put his sword back into its sheath, and asked, "Senior, what is the last move?"

"The last stance of the Fuxing swordsmanship, even though he died nine times, he still has no regrets. If you are sincere, you will surely understand it in the future."

The road is far away, and the circle is flowed, which is to search up and down.

I will separate myself from the distance, so as not to fight for the heat.

Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets, but the truth is invisible.

After experiencing great ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow, if you can sigh that even though you have almost died, you still have no regrets, you are truly detached.

What do you want in this life?I'm afraid it's just that I have no regrets in this life.

"……senior"

"That's it, let's go back"

As if falling from the clouds to the mortal world, Lu Wangchuan suddenly opened his eyes: "Senior!"

"What senior, I am your senior brother"

After being slapped on the face indiscriminately, Lu Wangchuan sat up and looked around, and found that he was lying in Qingxinyuan's own room.

"what's wrong with you?"

Chu Huanian said: "It took you out of the library for three full days before you were willing to open your eyes. Where did your wandering go?"

Lu Wangchuan glanced at him, rubbed his face and said, "Are you living well? Brother"

The corners of Chu Huanian's eyes twitched, thinking that it would be more pleasing for him to pass out.

Lu Wangchuan jumped out of bed and rushed out the door, bumping away Luo Yutang and Mu Youcai who rushed over after hearing the sound.

"You have to plead guilty to the immortal elder"

Chu Huanian shouted behind him.

"They don't bother to see me—"

Lu Wangchuan ran all the way to the back mountain, seeing no one around, he saw a tree branch and began to gesture the sword technique he had learned.

Fu Xing Sword's sword technique is so mysterious and profound, he has only just learned a shape, and he has only understood one-tenth of it, besides, he has to put in a lot of effort to cultivate the sword energy.

Fortunately, he is the one who is the least afraid of hardship and the most willing to work hard. He dances tirelessly as soon as he picks up a branch and refuses to stop.

Fortunately, there was no one around, or if someone saw him holding a tree branch and waving his teeth and claws, he would definitely be regarded as an evil spirit.

It seemed that the time from the bright day to the stillness of the night was in the blink of an eye. Lu Wangchuan dropped the tree branch that had been torn off several times, and turned around and asked, "How is it?"

At some point, Mu Youcai followed him to the back mountain, and stood not far away to watch him brush some chaotic and orderly swordsmanship with a branch.

"Who taught you this?"

Lu Wangchuan sat on the ground, tired and happy, and happy in his heart: "A senior in a painting"

Sitting next to him, Mu Youcai analyzed his words in his heart without asking any further questions.

After going up the mountain for more than five years, this was the first time he was so happy. Lu Wangchuan stretched his legs, swung his feet back as he did when he was a child, and hummed a little song in his nose.

Suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of light on the ground, Lu Wangchuan picked it up and took a look, and saw that it was an old blue copper plate, it must have been thrown here for a long time.

The little things are green and old, but still pretty. Lu Wangchuan was in a good mood today and had nowhere to spend his time, so he picked up a small tree branch to pick out the accumulated soil in the cracks inside, carefully picked it out, and then took it to the small river to wash. washed.

After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a few star wires from the air, and tied the star wires to the copper coins. It was really pretty to shine in the moonlight.

Holding it in a circle, Lu Wangchuan looked at Mu Youcai beside him, and suddenly pulled his hand over, wrapping the copper coin around his wrist.

Lu Wangchuan smiled and said, "Look, it's pretty pretty."

Mu Youcai shook his hand, and the honest copper coin he was wearing shook a few times, and he lay on the back of his hand firmly, with his hand hanging down his sleeve, without saying anything.

Lu Wangchuan lay on the grass and looked at the galaxy with his hands on his pillow, and said, "Senior Brother Mu, I want to go down the mountain"

"……when?"

"tomorrow"

Mu Youcai thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow can't do it. After more than ten days, all disciples have to worship the ancestors and offer incense."

"When can it be?"

"Finish the ancestor worship"

Lu Wangchuan decisively finalized the itinerary: "Worship the ancestors in the morning, and let's go down the mountain at night."

The author has something to say: Master Mage is about to appear

☆、Nine deaths without regret 【[-]】

Chu Huanian had never heard of Lu Wangchuan's Star Fuxing swordsmanship, which he learned from somewhere. At first glance, he felt that it was chaotic, but then he noticed that it was chaotic and orderly, breaking all the inheritance and succession of swordsmanship. Routine, if you don't follow the routine, it will be hard to defend against. It's really evil to have both offense and defense.

Ever since Lu Wangchuan learned the Star Fuxing Sword, he wished he could step under the star formation and practice sword every day. Not eating, drinking, resting, or sleeping was the norm. He stayed in the back mountain every day for a whole day. No one can find the head and tail. Over time, nearly half a month has passed, and his swordsmanship has also improved a lot. He has the momentum of picking up the stars with one sword and sweeping the wild waves with two swords. He has fought Chu Huanian several times. , Can beat him unexpectedly.

Besides, Chu Huanian, after picking up his life from the South China Sea, began to concentrate on studying swordsmanship, but he didn't have Lu Wangchuan's ambition, he only wanted to save himself in case of disaster, and saw that the little brother fell asleep and woke up and learned it in a daze. He set up quite a domineering swordsmanship, so he gave him his own sword, and thoughtfully inlaid a few more gems on the scabbard.

But Lu Wangchuan felt that those bright things were an eyesore, so he buckled them down and threw them away.

When Chu Huanian saw that his original glamorous saber became bald in his hands, he was so angry that he beat his chest and stomped his feet, what a waste of money!So Lu Wangchuan hid from him for several days, not because he was afraid of him, but because Senior Brother Chu was annoying him so much that he simply ate and lived in the back mountain with a bunch of cakes, anyway, every time he checked Those who sleep at night pretend that he does not exist.

More than half a month passed, and in a blink of an eye, all the disciples had to dress properly and go to the Yingyang Field to worship the old Taoist ancestor. Lu Wangchuan was not in his room early in the morning, and he did not return all night.

When Mu Youcai found him in the back mountain, he was drawing the Eight Palaces on the ground with his sword, his face was too focused and seemed a little bewildered, and he was still muttering words, as if he had gone into a trance.

However, he is not ready, so naturally he will not go crazy at this time. He has been thinking about the third form of the Fuxing Sword that his predecessors refused to teach. One move that he has already practiced makes perfect, but this third move is also the peak-climbing move, but at this moment, he is at a loss and has no clue at all.

The senior said that he would understand in the future, but he didn't want to wait until the future.

"Senior brother Mu, look at the eight palaces and eight birth gates."

Lu Wangchuan's sword edge dragged on the ground, moved step by step, tossed around the eighth house for a circle, and then erected the long sword to make up a star map in the sky, and the faintly visible stars of every life door appeared in Langri Qiankun instantly.

He said to himself: "I can guard it, but holding on tightly is the gate of death. How can the Fuxing Sword guard the gate of eight lives? ... Is it going to be opened?"

Mu Youcai looked at his side face with frowned pensive thoughts, and felt that he was really... an unworldly talent. In less than a month, he has been able to hide his stardom in his swordsmanship, and combine the two. Uniformly, I remembered that a few years ago he said that he would connect his astrolabe with his hexagram, house and yao position, maybe he could spread a net to check and balance the universe.

Now it seems that it is not far away...

Lu Wangchuan pointed his sword at the stars in the sky, and the sun of a hundred days streamed down along the edge of his sword, and the flickering light of the sword flowed all the way into his eyes, two balls of gold that were warm and cold at the corners of his narrow and slightly hanging eyes Wu, handsome and somewhat mean lips were tightly pursed, his tall and slender figure was as high and sharp as the long sword in his hand, his whole body was a little arrogant, a little harsh, unusually young and frivolous, high-spirited.

The hair salon he randomly hooped was a little messy, two strands of hair fell from the corners of his forehead and hung gently on the side of his face. Some are gloomy and desolate, unfathomable.People dare not associate this person with the mischievous young man seven years ago...

No, he has always been a junior junior.

"What are you looking for me for?"

I don't know how long it took, Lu Wangchuan pulled back his thoughts of traveling to the star map, and asked Mu Youcai.

"I'm going to worship the ancestors now, go back and change clothes"

Lu Wangchuan put his sword back into its sheath, pursed his lips impatiently, and followed him back with his sleeves twitching.

"These famous families are really full. Today, sacrifice one and lose another tomorrow. How can there be so many gods to lose?"

Before returning to Qingxinyuan, Lu Wangchuan smelled the scent of Brother Chu's incense that couldn't be blown away by the spring breeze from a long distance away.

Chu Huanian was walking around Luo Yutang in the yard, because Luo Yutang, who usually stays behind closed doors, put on the school uniform of Jiuwei school today, a set of green clothes and white shirts, elegant and fairy, layered and layered, Even Lu Wangchuan kept his mouth open for a long time, and then looked at the coquettish male peacock next to the fairy brother, and sighed that it was really a fairy.

After returning to changing clothes, Lu Wangchuan held a bun in his mouth, tied his belt with his oily hands and said, "Go, go, aren't you in a hurry?"

Chu Huanian pinched his nose to avoid him like a snake and scorpion, and walked ahead with Luo Yutang.

As the dawn broke, the drum music of the Nine Micro Sect never stopped, and the fairy sounds continued to spread to the foot of the mountain.

Along the way, I ran into the same family one after another, both men and women packed up very well, and rushed to Yingyang Field with happy faces, it was as lively as visiting a temple fair.

After Lu Wangchuan was brought out of the library by Chu Huanian, other people's prejudice against him has deepened day by day. He is a country boy with no power and power. Getting involved with demons really cut off the way out of the Nine Micro Sect. Everyone gave him a contemptuous look, or was not willing to look at him at all.

As soon as Lu Wangchuan went out, he was so popular that he received countless supercilious glances. He had an annoying radiance, and there were few people within ten steps.

Regarding this, his joy stopped, and along the way, he discussed with Mu Youcai how to not stick to the Eight Life Gate, and whether he could open the Eight Life Gate.

It's just that Mu Youcai was a bit distracted, he didn't talk much in the first place, but now he talks less, abnormally, even Lu Wangchuan, who was immersed in his imagination of "risking the world's disgrace", noticed it.

"What's wrong, Brother Mu?"

Mu Youcai lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "Mu's Village will also come."

Lu Wangchuan blinked and understood.

This time the Nine Micro Sect worships ancestors, which is a well-deserved major event in the cultivation world, and the famous sects and families from all sides will come to celebrate, and naturally the three-legged Mujiazhuang is indispensable.

Although Mu Youcai was a descendant of the Mu Family Village, it was an accident of the head of the Mu Family looking for flowers and friends. He came from a humble background and was not taken seriously. If the people of the Mu Family Village had treated him better, they would not have sent him to study.

"nothing"

Mu Youcai said lightly, "Maybe they all forgot that I'm in Jiuweipai, it's nothing."

He emphatically emphasized that this was nothing, as if he was afraid that others would not believe it.

Chu Huanian is a disciple of Fengyun in the Nine Micro Sect, so it is inevitable for him to show his face at this time. He led two rows of boys and girls from the same sect at the front of the crowd, and bowed to welcome all the distinguished guests who came from afar.

Although Yingyang Field is a martial arts field, its layout is exquisite and grand, with a forest garden style.

The open and round bluestone ground is surrounded by a circle of flowing water. The long pavilion beside the Qushui can be seen every ten steps, and the flower hall is separated by eight steps.

Except for a dozen or so disciples who greeted the guests at the front, the disciples of the Nine Micro Sect stood in several rows in an orderly manner on the martial arts field. At first glance, the corners of their clothes were tumbling, and they looked like immortals.

Lu Wangchuan was still standing at the end of the crowd, and looked through some gaps at every honored guest in the aisle ahead.

Everyone is enough to make people stunned, except for some famous monks who have heard about it for a long time, the highlight is a few big figures who represent half of the cultivation world.

Qing Ya and Jue Xian personally greeted an old man in a thick black robe with a nine-clawed golden dragon from the door.

As soon as he showed up, Gu Zhu and Zi Wei rushed forward to greet him, exchanged a few words of greeting and led him to the long pavilion.

Lu Wangchuan bowed his hands to the beautiful bearded man along with the crowd, and asked Mu Youcai in a low voice: "Who? You are so majestic."

"Zhang Guolao"

Mu Youcai said: "One of the four Xuanzongs, he represents the supreme right of the Emperor"

Lu Wangchuan took a few more glances: "The background is so big."

"Mostly, it's for the face of the archmage, after all, there are four Xuanzongs."

Lu Wangchuan nodded, watching a piece of green smoke drifting from afar without taking his eyes off it.

There was a majestic crowd coming, dozens of women in emerald green robes lowered their eyes and nodded as they walked into the aisle. Their headdresses were tied with green bead curtains on their buns, their faces were covered with veils, and there was cinnabar between their eyebrows. The fairy posture is outstanding, and the beauty is beautiful.

A female Taoist walks ahead with a whisk in hand, bowing hands to the four elders who came to greet her, and the beauty in Luo Yi behind her is blessed.

Lu Wangchuan knew where these beauties came from. They were all disciples of Suzaku Palace. Suzaku Palace only accepts female disciples, and only beautiful female disciples. The discipline of Suzaku Palace is extremely strict, and every female disciple wears a veil to cover their faces , You can't show your beauty unless you get married, and dot the eyebrows with cinnabar, implying that Zhu Guang enlightens wisdom, and they are all pure and pure virgins.

Therefore, most of the monks in the world are fighting for their whole lives to see the true body of the girl brother of Suzaku Palace.

It's also not very promising.

Although he said so in his heart, Lu Wangchuan still stared at those women a few more times.

He wasn't the only one, as soon as Suzaku Palace showed up, all the male disciples present were silently commotioned.

Then came a few more respectable monks, Lu Wangchuan followed the crowd and saluted them with a sore back, cursing these cumbersome etiquettes in his heart.

Da Si Ming, who had lived for a long time, also appeared, dressed in white as snow and red as clouds, followed by two maids.

Da Si Ming is a veritable goddess, shouldering the priesthood, and they are not at the same level as ordinary monks like them. This time, he was able to join us because Jiuwei sent troops to the South China Sea.

Da Si Ming wore a white robe and a red robe as if he was walking on the clouds, with a purple Xiao hanging around his waist, his expression was quiet and gentle yet majestic and solemn, with a few red ribbons wrapped around his hair, he was like a luxurious and graceful peony, blooming in late autumn with all kinds of flowers kill.

Lu Wangchuan watched the red shadow enter the long pavilion, yawned and asked Mu Youcai, "Is it over?"

Mu Youcai motioned him to look at Changting: "Not yet, you see they are waiting for someone"

After standing for a long time, his legs became stiff, Lu Wangchuan quietly drooped his legs, thinking that this is someone who wants to die and dares to make these people wait for so long.

Half an hour later, when the sun was at its peak, the last big man finally arrived.

Suddenly there was a cry from the sky, Lu Wangchuan followed the crowd and looked up, only to see a crane flying slowly through the clouds and mist, with a person standing vaguely on its back.

The man was wearing a monk's robe and a cassock, and the corners of his clothes were blown like snow waves in the wind. He walked down from the crane's back on top of the crowd.

The distance was too far, Lu Wangchuan couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly, he only noticed that following his appearance, there was another commotion in the crowd, more excited than seeing the Suzaku court lady.

It's just that the white clothes seemed a little familiar, Lu Wangchuan quietly covered the sunlight above his head with his hands, and squinted his eyes to see the monk's cassock.

"Who is this?"

Mu Youcai looked at it for a while before saying, "Duan Chongshu, great master Chongshu."

It turns out that he is Duan Chongshu...

Lu Wangchuan desperately tried to see his face clearly, but was blocked by the dragon head of the nine-ringed Zen staff in his hand, and he could only see his white robe

|The robe is like the wind and snow waves, a silhouette carved from ice and jade.

The people in the long pavilion came out together, and a group of people greeted him majesticly.

Duan Chongshu walked in the crowd with a Zen stick in his hand, clasping his palms together towards the passers-by.

"The great mage took the time to come out, it really shines under the teaching house"

Gu Zhu, the elder among the four elders, returned the salute.

Although Duan Chongshu is originally a disciple of the Nine Micro Sect, he has long been a disciple of Zen Buddhism, the ancestor of Sansheng, and his achievements today are no longer comparable to those of the Nine Micro Sect's elders. .

Just like a married girl who takes her husband's surname, how to fly on a branch and become a phoenix doesn't have a lot of ties to her natal family. When people come back to see each other during the holidays, they have not forgotten their old favors, so let's have fun.

"Fairy elders are very polite"

Duan Chongshu's brows and eyes were slightly closed, his expression was quiet and solemn, and he looked like a precious statue. He was the great master of law enforcement who cut through all emotions and desires in the world of mortals, without sorrow or joy.

"Chongshu dare not forget the teachings of the ancestors. Today, I have the honor to worship and offer incense to respect Mengyin. It is my luck."

He was full of polite words, and Gu Zhu naturally benefited from it, so he moved him to the front with a lift of his hand.

Duan Chongshu saluted the other honored guests with clasped palms together, then walked in the middle towards the distance