1001st Ascension

The voice is clear and elegant.

This dress is made of the purest and whitest clouds, even after 1 years, Wu Shi still remembers it.

This dance music is the master's favorite dance. At that time, holding a pot of sake in his hand, he sang to the moon and danced lightly to the clouds.

Hearing the voice, the young man turned his head, his eyebrows were fine, his eyes were like night stars, his flesh was more beautiful than snow, like a celestial being.

"Teacher," Wu Shi looked at that face, choked up, and couldn't say the rest.

After hearing this, the boy raised his pretty eyebrows, and then frowned slightly.

"Disciple, meet Master." Wu Shi, who had calmed down a little, finally finished his sentence.

But the young man stared at Wu Shi, his eyes were full of confusion. When he woke up, he was lying in a desert, not remembering anything, but relying on instinct, he crossed the desert step by step, walked through the Gobi, and came to this inexplicably familiar place. The place.

But this young man in his twenties in front of him called himself master as soon as he opened his mouth. What happened to him, why did he lose all his memories?

Wu Shi lowered his head and waited for a long time, but he didn't see any movement from the young man, so he raised his head, glanced at the young man quickly, and found that there was confusion in those beautiful eyes, his heart was shocked, and a bold idea suddenly jumped out.

In this war of heavenly demons, the master was attacked by the energy stone, lost his cultivation base, lost his memory, and returned to before his ascension.

Dream back to Wannian

Closing his overjoyed eyes, Wu Shi tried his best to keep calm, looked over with a little surprise, and asked with concern: "Master, did you also have an accident in this battle between immortals and demons?"

The young man looked at this respectful person, blinked his eyes, and took over the conversation: "Yeah, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things as a teacher. Are you my apprentice?"

Wu Shi nodded, and said eagerly, "Master, I am the founder of our Lingshi Sect, and you are the master."

The young man raised his eyebrows, and softly repeated "Lingshi faction"?

Seeing the boy sitting on the big black rock while thinking, the breeze gently lifted the corners of his clothes and blew his long black hair, just like thousands of years ago, he lay lazily on his back in a short while. He got down, resting his head on his arms, looking at the blue sky.

The boy just lay there, the sunlight became stronger and stronger, and a shadow leaned over, completely blocking the scorching sunlight.

The young man looked up, and saw that his apprentice was standing not far above his head, shielding himself from the scorching sun with his generous body, with a gentle smile on his face.

"What's your name? What's my name?" The boy looked at him and asked softly.

"My name is Wu Shi." After Wu Shi said his name, he was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know what the name of the master was. Then blurted out: "Master, your name is Ling Jun."

"Why is the master younger than the apprentice?" The boy sat up and looked at him suspiciously.

Wu Shi was stunned by the question. The appearance of the master should be the first time he saw it when he first became conscious. At that time, the master was practicing with a young man in golden clothes. Later, the young man in golden clothes left, and senior brother Xianhe Here we come, in just 50 years, the master has grown from a young man into a handsome young man in white clothes, standing on a flower chariot made of thousands of white clouds, soaring up to the blue sky.

And Senior Brother Bai He, after getting his own inner alchemy, practiced for more than ten years, and also ascended.

And myself, who had just learned to walk at that time, Wu Shi blushed, bowed his head and replied: "The disciple is late to enlightenment, and he is not as talented as the master."

Seeing that the boy was still in a daze, he thoughtfully suggested: "Master, it's better to go back to sleep, it's too hot here."

The young man stood up and followed him to another hill, a two-story building made of golden nanmu appeared in front of him, with carved beams and painted buildings, flying corners and eaves, very exquisite and unique.

In the main room on the second floor, a circular cloud bed is set in the center, and the curtains are also white satin printed with dark flowers, layer upon layer, as if suspended in the nine heavens.

"Master, take a nap first, I'll cook, and I'll call you when I'm done." Wu Shi withdrew and closed the door for the young man intimately.

Although Ling Jun has been in a state of confusion, he is still a teenager at heart. Seeing such an interesting bed, he jumped on it. After a few hard jumps, he felt exhausted, fell headlong into the cloud quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

He had a very long dream, and the place in the dream was also this mountain.

An egg clinging tightly to a big black rock cracked open with a bang, and a fat little boy stood out. The child played around on the mountain during the day, and went into the hole under the big black rock to sleep at night.

As soon as the scene changed, the little boy turned into a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, sitting on a big rock and practicing breathing, with a boy in gold sitting next to him.

The boy in gold and another red figure disappeared into the sky. The boy sat on the big black stone and wept sadly. On the other side he couldn't see, the big black stone protruded rapidly, forming a human shape, smiling innocently at him.

Seeing the dark and chubby appearance of the stone man, the young boy burst into laughter, hugged the head of the stone man, and murmured: "You can call me master from now on, we will live together here and cultivate together. "

Hei Shishi just looked at him, smiled foolishly, and said nothing.

"Look at you, you are dark and fat, from now on I will call you little black fat, okay?" The boy playfully kissed the stone man's forehead.

The stone man seemed to have been imbued with a little spirituality, and nodded towards him.

Later, another beautiful colorful crane came up the mountain, followed behind him and called him master.

Xianhe is very smart, but Xiao Heipang is very stupid. For decades, he has only learned one trick, that is, he bends the corner of his mouth when he laughs, and glances at his mouth when he is sad.

Later, he grew up, his white clothes fluttered, and he flew up. When he was in the air, he glanced at Xiao Heipang, and found that he seemed to have opened his mouth, called Master, and shed two lines of tears.

"Master, master", a soft voice came from his ear, Ling Jun opened his eyes, and saw Wu Shi bent over, looking at him eagerly.

"Master, did you have a nightmare? I see sweat on your forehead." Wu Shi took a soft white handkerchief and wiped it gently.

Ling Jun stared at his eyebrows and eyes for a long time, and suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up, and a word came out.

"Little black fat?"

Wu Shizheng's hand that was wiping sweat couldn't help shaking, and he looked at Ling Jun in surprise.

"Master, do you remember your disciple?"

Ling Jun touched his face and smiled happily: "You are really right. Before I ascended, I really belonged here. You are really my great disciple who opened the mountain. But why is your face still so dark?"

The corners of Wu Shi's mouth twitched, and he touched the place the master had touched. It was so hot there that he almost burned his fingers.

"Actually, it's not ugly. You're black and I'm white. I don't think we should call it Lingshimen anymore, let's just call it Black and White Gate." Ling Jun smiled and patted Wu Shi's shoulder, jokingly said.

"Okay, let's call it the black and white gate, the master has the final say." Wu Shi was a little surprised to see such a lively side of the master for the first time.

"No, I was just joking. If you really call it that way, then from now on, we will accept a blushing apprentice and call him Baiheihongmen, and then accept a yellow-faced apprentice and call him Baiheihonghuangmen?" She laughed, stood up, and walked out briskly.

"Master, are you planning to take another apprentice?" Wu Shi followed closely behind.

"Teach you well first, let's go, eat first, and then I will teach you to practice breathing." Ling Jun learned to breathe in his dream, and seemed to know his own details, and his mood immediately relaxed.

The food is very delicate, such as shrimp in peony sauce, boiled whitebait, flower cake, and five grain health tea.

No matter what level of Wu Shi's cultivation, he has always maintained the big mundane thing of eating. Although he will not be hungry if he doesn't eat, he feels that there must be some smoke and fire to add some color to his life.

Ling Jun is really hungry, he has lost all his cultivation, he is no different from ordinary people, and the dishes made by Wu Shi are not only pleasing to the eye, but also taste great.

"How long have I been in the ascension? Seeing you grow from a little black fat boy to a burly man, from a little stone boy who can only laugh, you have also learned to cook, and you can cook so deliciously?" Ling Jun drank the fragrance for four minutes. The overflowing five-grain tea looked at him, the great disciple of Kaishan, with relief.

"1 years." Wu Shi gently spit out a number.

Ling Jun was stunned for a moment, watching the senior disciple meticulously serve him vegetables, with smiles in the corners of his eyes, suddenly feeling a little sad in his heart, he stopped his chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "It's hard for you."

"Being the master's apprentice is the greatest blessing of Wu Shi's practice for thousands of years. Now it is my honor to be able to serve the master again. Wu Shi is very happy." Tea, with a smile in his eyebrows and eyes.

"How have you lived these 1 years? Didn't I come down to see you as a teacher?" Ling Jun saw that Wu Shi was very close to him, and felt that he should not be too bad to this great disciple of Kaishan on weekdays. .

"I've practiced for thousands of years, but I still can't rise to the top. I can only try to cultivate heresy ways. I travel around the rivers and lakes on weekdays, follow the upright style of our sect, meddling in other people's affairs, and doing little work. I'll embarrass you, Master." Wu Shi. I have avoided my master for 1 years and haven't seen my own affairs, only reporting good news but not bad news.

Ling Jun was originally an extremely smart person, and suddenly felt that he might not have treated this great disciple of Kaishan very well before, so he looked at this disciple apologetically.

The apprentice's face was gentle and peaceful, his eyes were pure and clear, and his gaze overflowed with the joy of a simple reunion, but Ling Jun always felt that there was a deep nostalgia deeply hidden underneath.

Such a disciple who values ​​love, righteousness and prudence, owes him too much.

Ling Jun put down his tea, and held Wu Shi's hand like hair