Traveling through the little expert and his wonderful employers

Unexpectedly, the teacher ran away, and the hard-working students saved up a whole book of wrong questions, waiting to ask questions.

"Why don't you stay here for a few more days?... Disciples can also ask Master for advice..."

Hearing what he said made sense, I was speechless!

Cheng Xiaobai suddenly felt a dull pang in his conscience, and nodded calmly, "That's fine."

"I have built a new spirit-gathering formation in the cave, connecting the spirit veins of this peak to form a heart, and coincident with the three essences of reincarnation. Master, come and see if there is anything wrong..."

The young man followed behind Jianxiu in white, talking in a nonchalant manner as he walked, his voice was as gentle as water from a distance of respect.

Cheng Xiaobai suddenly stopped.

No one is more familiar with Wanggui Peak's spiritual veins than him, and he can perceive every change of spiritual energy with concentration.

At this time, he was extremely sensitive to that slight change.There is a formation buried here, the technique is exquisite, and it can hide it to the best of its ability.It's like a cage that isolates spiritual energy...

Suddenly felt something, suddenly turned around.

Then I saw the madness and lust in the young man's eyes that were too late to restrain.

Cheng Xiaobai was startled suddenly.

The memory of the distant memory is reawakened, the red light of the stone room, the lock on the wrist, the clear and obedient youth in the past, the scarlet blood in the eyes... He has embraced such thoughts until now!

absurd!

How absurd!

I just felt that anger ignited out of thin air in my chest, instantly burning my reason completely.

Yan Shiqian knew that he had been seen through, so he smiled miserably, "Master..."

The whole Wanggui Peak trembled slightly, and the cold wind whimpered like a whine.With this anger, the situation changed, and the world stirred up.

The man's eyes were filled with frost, his white clothes and black hair were flying freely, and he shouted sharply: "I don't care if you practice Taoism or Buddhism, but you must not go astray!"

The long sword came through the air, and the wind howled.Even though it was a critical moment, he inexplicably recalled that 300 years ago, when Bai Han was angry, he also looked like this, with a rare and vivid expression.Intoxicating.

"Sinister! Who taught you such insidious methods?"

"When will you reflect on when to come out? If you can't figure it out, you don't have to come out when the secret realm is opened!"

It seems that he is always making Bai Han angry, he really can't be considered a good apprentice.

The instinct of facing the enemy for many years, without thinking about the figure, has already avoided it in an instant. With Cheng Xiaobai's cultivation, the sword can be retracted freely, but because of the current anger, the sword qi goes straight forward and chops at the cliff. After the roar, smoke and dust fill the sky , the rocks rolled down, and most of the cave collapsed in an instant.This sword was merciless.

Yan Shiqian felt extremely remorseful when he avoided it, and simply stood where he was, calling himself aura, only to hear a sneer: "Great, great! You are really good at it!"

Just as he was about to explain, the ebony scabbard arrived in an instant, and under the heavy blow, the young man was knocked out of the cave, and fell into the green pool at the foot of the mountain together with the hundred-foot waterfall in an instant. Come.

The ribs in front of his chest were broken and pierced into his lungs. He had never suffered such a serious injury for many years, nor had he felt such sharp and severe pain.

Struggling to climb out of the deep pool, the pool water mixed with blood soaked his clothes.He saw the man holding the sword by the pool, his eyes were colder than the piercing pool water.

He thought that dying under Bai Han's sword was the best way to die.

The young man tried to pull out a smile, but red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, lining his pale face, "...Master."

"Stand up! Bring out your sword!"

Yan Shiqian shook his head and smiled wryly.

A three-foot long sword appeared in his hand, and the icy blue brilliance flowed shallowly.

In the past, not long after he had built the foundation, he was so excited that he had just obtained a middle-grade spirit sword, and he regarded it as a treasure, and wiped it every night.Now he is pregnant with the ancient divine sword and has a secret treasure, but he still chooses this sword.

Ji Xiao.

The yin and yang in the evening urges short scenes, the end of the world is frosty and snowy for a cold night.

This is his name.This is the sword Bai Han gave him.

The blade is covered with tiny cracks and traces of numerous repairs.

Like those little obsessions and nostalgia in the world, lingering unwilling to let go.

The young man struggled to stand up with the sword in his hand, took a sword flower, and stabbed straight.

The first form of "A Preliminary Study of Swordsmanship".

At this time Cheng Xiaobai had completely forgotten the tricks of the moves, chopping and slashing without any rules.Hitting the young man, every blow contained the power to destroy the world.Occasionally, it fails, landslides and clouds crack, and the sky and the earth shake.

He couldn't see the nostalgia in the sword of youth.

After ten strokes, the ice-blue long sword broke from the middle, and the young man fell to the ground, with wounds of all sizes all over his body, and blood gushing out.The remaining sword energy is still in the body, tearing flesh and bones.

The corner of Jianxiu's clothes in white was stained with blood.The anger faded, and he looked down at him, neither sad nor happy.

He knelt in the pool of blood holding the broken sword, but he still refused to bow his head as he did many years ago, staring deeply at the person in front of him.

"Do you know it's wrong?"

The blood froth in his throat muffled the young man's voice, "... this disciple knows."

But no regrets.

Everything in his eyes was covered with a layer of blood, and the man turned around and walked away step by step, disappearing at the end of his sight.

He thought vaguely, Bai Han's sword hadn't been unsheathed yet.

From the beginning to the end, even though he was extremely angry, Bai Han only used the scabbard.

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"You said your master is back? He beat you up and then left?"

Liu Yuanshan resisted the urge to touch his forehead, "You won't hide when he hits you?! Didn't you just get a dragon scale body armor a while ago? No, he just came back, why did he hit you?"

The young man sitting on the ground coughed up a mouthful of blood, "I can't die."

While looking at the rocks and dead trees, Liu Yuanshan lamented that his uncle's force is the same as before, no, it is better than before, there is a protective magic circle here, half of the mountain has collapsed, tsk tsk, "I'm worried that it will be like this, don't hurt me. I got Yunling's spiritual vein...here, come..."

Yan Shiqian avoided the God of Rejuvenation Pill that was handed over.

Liu Yuanshan said angrily, "Knowing that you have many good things, you can't look down on my elixir!"

Yan Shiqian smiled and shook his head, "It can't be cured."

"Then why did you call me here?"

Yan Shiqian pointed to the cave behind the waterfall, "Help me up..."

"Anyway, I'm the head of the sect now! You actually asked me to come here to do this kind of thing..."

Liu Yuanshan led people up with the Tengyun Jue, and silently slandered him, he was beaten so hard that he couldn't even pinch out a Jue, and he could still laugh, his brain was really broken.

The cave mansion collapsed and was completely destroyed, and it was difficult to find a flat place among the chaotic rocks.The young man sat leaning against the corner, the wound was open and blood was gushing out.

"this is for you."

"what?"

Liu Yuanshan rubbed his nose, "Xuehua Ninglu Pill only heals internal injuries and restores the muscles, bones and spirit veins. From your looks, it will still be... so miserable..."

Yan Shiqian played with the small porcelain vase, "Yue Qinglan beats you often?"

"How could it be?! Xiao Lan has the most gentle personality, how could she hit me..." Before finishing speaking, her face flushed red, and her voice rose for no reason, "Whatever you say, I am also the head of Xuantian Sword Sect now! , he also has to save me some face... ah!—”

As soon as Liu Yuanshan turned his head, he saw a person standing at the entrance of the cave. The folding fan that flew in the air just now fell back into the person's hand firmly, without rubbing his head, he leaned over and called softly, "... Xiaolan."

Young Master Jin Yi walked over slowly, spread out his folding fan, and gave him a look, "Stupid! What kind of person are you as Mr. Bai Han, so you can't see through such low-level methods?"

Liu Yuanshan lowered his head in shame.

Yan Shiqian frowned, "What is this?"

Yue Qinglan smiled coquettishly, "The phantom dew extracted from the branches and leaves of grass in the clouds, drink it after eating the elixir, not only can the uncle not see it, but it can also make you look... worse than now."

"..."

Liu Yuanshan turned his head and shouted at the young man in the corner, "Don't give up—ah—"

Kicked out of the cave by Mr. Jinyi, he hurriedly chased after him.

Yan Shiqian poured the medicine into the ruins and replied seriously, "I won't give up."

Even if Bai Han beats him to death, he will not give up.

In the cloud and mist, Liu Yuanshan huddled beside Yue Qinglan, "I told Junior Brother Yan not to give up the treatment, do you think he heard?"

"Let's talk about it first... Xuehua Ninglu Pill, when did you have this thing...?"

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"It turns out that the bug is that the protagonist has a demon, and it doesn't match the setting of the original text! It's really troublesome, senior, do you know what's going on?! I read the original text many times, it shouldn't be like this... Hey hey, senior Can you hear me? Are you still there?..."

Cheng Xiaobai felt bored in his heart, and replied indiscriminately, "Maybe it's because I have too much obsession..."

"Then find out where the obsession lies, and change his memory. It's easy to do, senior, a good person will do it to the end..."

Tampering with memory, once and for all?

There is no easier way than this, no acquaintance, no master and apprentice.

The night wind is cold and calming.

He was angry because of Yan Shiqian's evil thoughts, but he forgot that things should not have turned out like this.

That man should have attained enlightenment and become an immortal, with three thousand people; he should have stood proudly in the world and had many followers.

That person is the protagonist of this world, and he should have had a perfect life.

It's not because of the intractable demons and the sea of ​​bitterness that has been tormenting these years.

Cheng Xiaobai cut off the communicator.

The bright moonlight passed through the dilapidated cave, and the wind of the night chilled out of thin air.The young man in the corner lowered his head with a gloomy expression.Going back in time vaguely, Yan Shiqian remembered many years ago.At that time, Bai Han didn't want to accept him as a disciple, but discussed with him.At that time, he was still ignorant and paranoid, unable to see clearly the laws of heaven and reincarnation, good and evil, dao and demons.I only know that I have to stay with this person even in death.

Bai Han asked him why he practiced, and he said that he pursued longevity and powerful power.

Thinking about it now, how lonely and cruel a long life is.

Ku Rong often said that all living beings are suffering, and we cannot ask for the most suffering.

But if everything can start all over again, he is still willing to meet him in the Temple of Ningshen when the sun is shining.

If you die without repentance, you are talking about people like yourself.

A slender figure appeared at the entrance of the cave, against the light, the moonlight shone on his body, like a banished immortal descending from the nine heavens.

The young man in the corner suddenly raised his head, his face was stained with blood, and his face was pale. He had long since disappeared from his former Fengshen and handsomeness, but his eyes were as bright as stars, clean and free of lust, "...Master."

The sword repairman in white was silent.

The young man's eyes gradually dimmed, like candles flickering in the wind, his voice was hoarse, and his words were extremely difficult,

"Master is leaving again?... When will he come back? It doesn't matter if you wait here for 300 years, or pray for 1000 years in front of the Buddha... I just ask you to leave me a thought."

I just ask you to leave me a thought, the promise to meet again in my lifetime.Even if the time is long, it is only one side.

I can wait too.

The person in front of him still didn't speak.His eyes were indifferent and cold, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Yan Shiqian felt that he was going through a long trial, hopeless but could not help giving birth to hope.Like a lost person in the desert who sees the mirage of an oasis, or a person who has been sailing at night for a long time longs for the lights of the ferry.

After a long time, it was so quiet that the sound of the waterfall faded away, and the starlight also dimmed.

In the darkness, he heard a familiar voice, as faint as a cloud, "It's my fault that I can't teach well. I'm here to overcome your demonic obstacles."

The young man opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and after a daze, he bowed forward, choking with sobs: "...Master."

He never cried when his parents died when he was young, and he never cried when he escaped death. He never shed a single tear after struggling and suffering all these years.

But at this moment, grabbing the corner of the robe of the person in front of him, weeping bitterly.

Cheng Xiaobai felt a pain in his heart.

In a daze, he saw Yan Shiqian when he first started, a frail child, panicked but pretending to be calm.The little hand holding the hem of his clothes while soaring into the clouds, eyes full of admiration and dependence.Later, the stubborn young man knelt straight by the pool and said that if he wanted to learn sword, he only wanted to learn his sword... This is his apprentice, the teaching is not strict, and the teacher is lazy.

Yan Shiqian watched Bai Han approaching step by step, and the hem of his clothes meandering like clouds came before his eyes.Raise your hands from your wide sleeves.

That slender jade-like hand rested on his shoulder, and wisps of spiritual energy spread throughout his body along the meridians, like a clear stream passing through, nourishing the damaged bone meridians.

He vaguely heard a sigh, echoing in the empty cave.

Yan Shiqian's injury healed quickly.In less than three days, the cave mansion will be renovated, so that the beauty of Wanggui Peak will be as good as before.

Bai Han really didn't leave again.

A master and an apprentice meditate in the cave, discussing the Tao.Or the young man wields his sword by the waterfall, chopping the moonlight in the Bitan, while the white-clothed swordsman stands quietly aside.Or travel around, entering the world and being born, seeing fireworks in the world, and the misty fairy palace.

They handed over their backs in dangerous situations, and experienced life and death together; they withdrew their cultivation, lived in the busy city of the mortal world, watched karma and reincarnation, and dealt with firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Gradually getting to know each other better, Bai Han is no longer that immortal far away in the clouds, but has become emotional, flesh and blood, and can see emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Cold outside and hot inside, delicious food, sometimes even gluttony and lethargy.Such a discovery made Yan Shiqian overjoyed, as if this Bai Han was more like a real person.

But no matter what kind of Bai Han he is, he loves him to the bottom of his heart.

Yan Shiqian often thought, it turned out that the Buddhist scriptures in those years were really not in vain, at least he learned to be content.

This is the best time.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are at your feet, and those who want to accompany you are by your side.

floating sea.

Jianxiu in white stood on the cloud, and there was a vast expanse of floating flowers, magnificent and luxurious, which withered and disillusioned in an instant, turning into dots of white starlight and dissipating without a trace.

The young man's eyes were clear and his smile was clear: "The disciple is dull and doesn't understand."

The sword repairman in white was silent.

Stupid you uncle!Are you resolutely admitting your mistakes but not changing your mind? !

I don't understand your uncle!It's been so many years, I won't listen to you, I won't talk to you anymore! !

Jianxiu in white turned around and left, only to find that the young man hadn't followed this time, and his heart was suddenly empty.Unknowingly, he hesitated in his footsteps, only to hear a clear voice behind him, with a slight smile, "Master, wait a minute, I'll take two floating flowers, and I'll feed you to eat at night..."

Cheng Xiaobai suddenly looked back, and saw the dissipated flowers re-condensed and bloomed under the palm of the young man, spreading and spreading, forming a vast sea of ​​flowers.

In Wanggui Peak, the moonlight is clear, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the fragrance of flowers is blown by the evening wind.

The ever-burning lamp was lit in the cave mansion, and the young man passed the brewed spiritual tea through the curtain, "Disciple... still don't understand."

"That's it."

"I also ask Master to punish you."

The people on the brocade couch waved their hands, "It's fine if you don't understand, let's cook."

After Cheng Xiaobai finished his tea, he turned over and continued sleeping, what do you understand?When it comes to cultivation, it's not as important as what you eat at night.

Yin and Yang at the end of the year, frost and snow at the end of the world.

They still have many years to walk together.