After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Su Wan has some headaches recently.

For the sake of He Jing, he was looking for him to accept disciples every day.

This old man seems to be the reincarnation of a stubborn donkey, no matter whether he speaks sarcasticly or resolutely refuses, it still can't change the old man He's heart that is firmer than a rock.

Due to the original owner's "prestige", the Yanxi Peak where he lives is deserted and deserted, and it is a place "isolated" from the world. Few disciples dare to come here to "send their lives".

Today, the wind blows through the bamboo corridor, bringing the sound of nature.

Su Wan slumped in the wicker chair, listening to the wind and drinking tea, feeling contented.

After cleaning the outer hall, the young man saw the young man who seemed to be sleeping in the rattan chair, so he hurriedly took out a dark brocade cloak with dark patterns from the bedroom, and put it lightly on him.

"It's okay, I won't catch a cold."

He still has his eyes closed, gentle as the undercurrent that soothes and nourishes all things.

Nineteen never quarreled with him, he was obedient and well-behaved, his heart was exquisite, and he acted quietly, which made him feel very comfortable to get along with him. There should be no room for others in his palace, nineteen is enough.

As for that twittering and burdensome apprentice, he is determined not to want it, so as not to disturb his pure life.

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The boy in gray was lying on the side of the sword training ground, carefully looking at the disciples practicing sword inside, with longing on his face.

Mo Qiuzhe obviously noticed him, and just thought he looked familiar, but Chad remembered that this person was the outer disciple who was injured by Fang Siyuan before.

He remembered the way he swore at that time, as if he had the courage of gold and stone, and he was persevering even after being humiliated. It seemed that his name was Ning Xuansheng.

The boy looked at the side for a short time, as if he heard something, he became full of smiles, and ran back in a hurry.

When Mo Qiuzhe saw the fiery look behind him, he knew in his heart that the vicious dog must be there. He turned around and took a step back.

There was overgrown grass in front of him, the young man held a weed in his mouth, supported his head with one hand, and squinted at the young man: "Do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

The young man smiled in embarrassment, and patted the back of his head in embarrassment: "This disciple's cultivation is superficial. Even if he learns swordsmanship, he can't compare with other brothers and sisters with dual spiritual roots."

These words involuntarily brought back long-term memories in his mind, Mo Qiuzhe subconsciously curled up his ten fingers, his expression angrily, as if he was in the dark.

In the Taoist world, those with high talents and cultivation bases are regarded as Mahayanas. Even if they are not good at martial arts, they can make up for it with spells. Therefore, martial arts are gradually not valued in Taoism. Because, he was the only one who didn't blend into the current.

He is an outlier in the eyes of everyone who does not rely on practice but relies on swordsmanship.

The elders said: "A practitioner of the Tao, the Tao is the heart, and the martial arts is the supplement. No matter how good the sword is, even if the cultivation level is low, it is not as good as a human being!"

His respected master also said: "Without the support of profound cultivation base, why do you pick up this sword!"

But his spiritual root is ordinary, no matter how much he cultivates, he is not as good as that talented person.

The man only used his true energy to bring out the palm wind, and easily shattered the sword he had practiced for ten years, then stepped on his face hard, crushing his self-esteem and pride, and sarcasticly said: "The sword is well practiced!" What's the use! In terms of cultivation talent, even if you cultivate for tens of thousands of years, you will still be a waste!"

He was really not reconciled, and wanted to pick up this sword to break the rules of the supremacy of magic in Taoist practice, so that the man could see it!

Adhering to the way of swordsmanship for a hundred years has made him walk alone on the dark road, which has been criticized.

Even sometimes he himself doesn't know whether it is meaningful to persist like this.

"How can there be so many talented people in the world?"

In a trance, he heard someone say, "All capable people try their best to win in what they are good at, so as to win the Mahayana and become a strong one."

Mo Qiuzhe escaped from his memories, and saw the "vicious dog" pick off the weeds in his mouth, his eyes were unclear: "Speaking of which, although I don't like that surnamed Mo, I have to admit that he is outstanding in swordsmanship. It is not comparable to me."

He froze for a moment, his head throbbed, and his ears suddenly buzzed.

The man's eyes were half-closed, the eyelashes covered the end of the eyes, leaving shadows, and suddenly asked the young man: "Do you know why Mo Qiuzhe took Fang Siyuan, who has a fake spiritual root, as his apprentice?"

"It's because the Lord Xunyang was deceived by the illusion of Fang Siyuan's begging, and he accepted him for a while because of his soft heart."

Ning Xuansheng remembered this clearly.

"Totally stupid."

His thin and light-colored lips moved slightly, "He doesn't want to let the sprouts be covered with dust, trampled by the secular world and rules, and become dilapidated. Once a person abides by the rules too much, he will easily become a prisoner."

These words suddenly hit Mo Qiuzhe's internal organs like a bolt from the blue, making him tremble.

"Are you right? Third Senior Brother."

The man's deep pupils were full of clear waves, and he smiled and called him.

Knowing that the Lord of the Xunyang Palace was at the side, Ning Xuansheng turned his head in surprise, and saw the man in the emerald green soft satin and black plum pattern shirt standing beside the Xuanyuan cypress tree, his face was covered with a thin layer of mist, which made him flickering and flickering. Difficult to see.

"Third Senior Brother, since you are here, let me ask straight to the point, what is the No.13 style of Xuanyin Sword Art?"

Su Wan hadn't been idle for the past few days. He sneaked into the Xunyang Palace and looked through the sword manual of Xuanyin swordsmanship. Unfortunately, there were only twelve styles recorded in the sword manual. Judging from the combo at the end, there must be No. Type 13, if you can't steal it, then ask him for it openly.

Mo Qiuzhe didn't say a word, his heart was full of confusion, he turned and left.

Seeing this, Su Wan's face turned cold, thinking that he would not eat a toast and eat fine wine, so he decided to force him to make a move!

He turned over like a kite, and his body flew into the air instantly, turning into a blue cloud. When he drew his sword, the sound of the sword clanged and pointed straight at the man's snow-white neck.

Mo Qiuzhe did not hide, he let the sword rest on his neck, his eyes were distant, fearless: "Even if you kill me, you can never get the No.13 sword technique."

Seeing that the tricks didn't work, an inexplicable irritability rose in his heart. He was only one move away from becoming the most powerful person in the whole Taoist swordsmanship, but this dog fell for him at a critical moment!

He didn't show any anger on his face, instead he asked with a smile: "Why is Third Senior Brother like this?"

Mo Qiuzhe's eyes faintly flashed with hatred and anger, and after a while, he remembered something, and the resentment suddenly became flat and silent.

His pupils trembled, showing a slight imperceptible pain, his complicated eyes seemed to be looking at another person through him, and finally he said deeply: "Because you are not worthy."

Because I don't deserve it?

Su Wan, who had returned to Yanyan Peak, took a sip of tea, and Mo Qiuzhe's last words came to his mind from time to time.

What did the original owner do to him, which still haunts him to this day.

He narrowed his black eyes suddenly, lost in thought.

Hate for taking his wife?Revenge for killing your father?It feels unreliable.

Until the soft wind suddenly mixed in with a little bit of coolness, blowing on his hair and cheeks, making him stare at him. Xu Qingyi was wearing a robe with rain silk and brocade water patterns. posture.

It is rare that someone who is blind to him will come to him in person.

He ordered Nineteen to prepare tea, and he stood up to greet him: "Brother, why do you have time to come to my Changzhao Hall today?"

"Entrusted by Elder He."

Xu Qingyi speaks bluntly, lightly and never tires.

Where is this guy coming to go through the process?

Su Wan couldn't help laughing, knowing that he was a lobbyist invited by He Jing, he didn't want this person to throw a sentence over so that he could understand it by himself.

"Brother, how dare you ask Elder He to ask you to come here, what is the so-called?" He asked knowingly.

Xu Qingyi's black brows furrowed slightly: "It's about accepting apprentices."

"What's your opinion, brother?"

"The things under your sect are free for you to decide."

Xu Qingyi was as cold as the mountains and water in winter, so he didn't want to talk about it.

At this moment, Nineteen brought tea and presented it to him respectfully.

The tea was steaming, and the tea was fragrant. Su Wan immediately smelled that the tea was Rizhu Xuebu. He lived in Fusheng Hall for some time, and knew that this kind of loose tea was used in the hall.

He pondered for a moment, and stroked the wall of the white porcelain cup with his fingertips. Since he asked Shijiu to change to herbal tea, the original owner's usual drink of sparrows had already been replaced by Prunella vulgaris and Jiayingzi. Where did Zhu Xueya come from? Where is it from?

Based on the relationship between Xu Qingyi and the original owner, these two people should not be close friends who can drink tea in peace, so how could there be Rizhu Xueya, which Xu Qingyi often drinks, in the palace?

Feeling suspicious, Su Wan lowered his head and smiled coldly, and glanced at his delicate doorman, the blood in his body suddenly turned cold: This guy may not be simple, let alone the person Xu Qingyi placed next to the original owner.

Otherwise, Xu Qingyi would never come to the Changzhao Hall, and he still has the heart to prepare the Rizhu Xueya at all times. If it wasn't for He Jing's entrustment, this kind of heart would probably never see the light of day.

It was this kid who pretended to be too good, caring for every detail, with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, lurking beside him like a dehumanized person, even he believed it was true.

He recalled the dream he had that day, the original owner drank the cup of hot tea that Nineteen handed him before he went mad, so was there any problem with that cup of tea?

Su Wan pushed away the teacup calmly, his sharp-edged face was gloomy for a moment, and then returned to normal: Nineteen, he probably couldn't trust him anymore.

"it's a pity."

When passing by the main courtyard of Fusheng Hall, Changshu sighed.

The crabapple plant in the courtyard withered almost overnight, as if it had suffered a serious illness for no reason, the whole tree was wilted, and the remaining green leaves were not as bright as before, which made her feel bad.

"Junior Sister, don't sigh, it's better to practice your mental skills with this time. Today, you will start accepting disciples. If you still only think about making paper kites, you will be compared to the new juniors and younger sisters."

Her third senior sister couldn't help laughing out loud.

"How could it be! I'm amazing!"

Changshu retorted angrily, and did not forget to follow her brothers and sisters to Tangting Peak with their swords.

The new disciples had already waited on the stage in front of the main hall. The head master and the elders were all sitting in high positions. Looking at the vacant position among the hall masters, Changshu couldn't help asking: "Will Fifth Master Uncle meet today?" come?"

"I definitely won't come! In the past, on the day when the mountain was opened to accept disciples, the Lord Changzhao never showed up."

"Hey! Doesn't it mean that there is not even a single direct disciple this year? The third uncle and the seventh uncle have many disciples, and it is impossible to accept any more disciples."

He was muttering in a low voice, the warmth rushed towards his face like a spring breeze, and all was silent for a moment, the young man changed into a dark blue and cloud pattern woven gold robe, bright eyes and white teeth, the corners of his eyes were thin and slightly curved, like peaches and apricots blooming in late spring, bright and bright If the sun shines through the morning glow.

Seeing that it was him, the high-spirited young man below, his clear eyes lit up, and his eyes were directly on him.

The author says:

Is the plot too complicated...