The world's first fairy gate

The wooden door creaked shut, and the sound of Xie Qiuhan's footsteps gradually faded away.

His footsteps are easy to distinguish, and his cultivation is not good, so his steps are not as light as others, but every step is well-proportioned. This child's words and deeds are very upright. Maybe because he has no support in the mountains, he is more strict with himself , I like to read when I have nothing to do, but he can't understand the exercises he practices. Interesting folk miscellaneous notes and even the useless Emperor's Tongjian, he has read them all by heart. If they were placed in the court where officials were appointed as officials in the early years, he might be able to become a civil servant.

Pity.

Yun Fang looked at the direction he was walking, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the wooden boards, and he kept watching the boy leave.

After a while, he sighed like a sigh, with some feigned tenderness and melancholy.

He has always known that Beauty Township is a tomb of heroes, but this is the first time he was persuaded by a bamboo pole with no hairs on it and no flesh. The mess of Zixiao Mountain and even the whole world is gone, they disappeared on the spot, got into the water village in the south of the Yangtze River, and bought lactose balls with the old man every day to eat.

Without him, Yunfang, the way of heaven still works.

At this time, the window was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and in the sea of ​​clouds on the cliff, there was someone who was able to step on the top of the bamboo, pushed the window lightly, and got in.

"What are you thinking?" the man asked.

Yun Fang was interrupted by the sound, and turned his head to look over.

It was a silver-haired young man in a black robe, squatting on all fours by the window, with a cold and unruly face, and a few unfit hairs on the top of his head.

Yun Fang was not surprised to see this person, and pointed at him in disgust, "Come down, don't squat there."

The boy jumped lightly, squatted on the ground instead, and licked his fingers.

Yun Fang lost the patience to correct him, and asked lazily, "Why are you here? Didn't you say that the little emperor wanted to 'watch' you?"

The boy hissed and said angrily, "That kid is pulling my hair!"

Yun Fang laughed out loud.

The young man took a step forward, stuck to his leg, suppressed his excitement and said, "Are you going home with Xiao Qiuhan? Take me with you!"

Yun Fang said: "Eat, drink, and bring a pet? I'm not good enough in cultivation, and I'm not that thick-skinned—hiss!"

As soon as the words fell, he was scratched, and the culprit jumped to the door, scratching his ears and cheeks, ready to run away at any time if there was any trouble.

Yun Fang narrowed his eyes threateningly, this unfamiliar thing will be fed to the fish sooner or later.

Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, the young man tentatively changed the subject: "The little emperor will be staying for three months, and all the monks from the Nine Palaces and Eight Views of the World Dojo are here. When are you going to attack?"

Yun Fang slowly gathered the books, pens and ink on the desk, put them into the box, and put them together with the map of Zixiao Mountain.

Only then did the word "wait" be said.

"Wait? Wait for what? Wait until when?"

Yun Fang talked about him from left to right, "Do you think I should keep him or let him go?"

The boy straightened up, "I'll pretend to be you and go home with him!"

Yun Fang: "..." Unexpected and reasonable.

Xie Qiuhan only fed it a few times before it was cooked. He has been fed it for hundreds of years, but why didn't this thing become obedient once? Is this what mortals call "killing familiarity"?

The thought about Xie Qiuhan's going or staying only lingered in Yunfang's heart for a moment and then passed away. He thought: Whether he goes or stays is the child's own fate.

It's just that he never thought that Xie Qiuhan, a helpless child, has stayed in this place for five years, and he has put all his reliance and all his affection on him. Side is the heart and mind, no matter whether you go or stay, it is the pain of breaking your wrist.

But with Yunfang's habit of having no conscience, to be able to worry about this young man is already an unprecedented condescension.

He had already gotten back to business: "Did you bring the letter I asked you to bring to Honglan?"

Boy: "He read it and burned it. What did you write?"

When Yunfang heard him say it was burnt, he knew it was all right.

The boy pestered and asked, "What did you write, what did you write?"

Yun Fang got the answer, so he didn't bother to talk to him, and shook off the boy who was holding his arms, "Go, go, juggle for the little emperor, don't be annoying to me."

The young man was thrown away and entangled again, but Yun Fang had already put on his clothes and lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and rested his mind, it was completely intended to see off the guests, the young man bared his teeth for a while, and wanted to claw at his face and neck, but in the end he didn't dare to do so , scratched the pillar for a while, jumped out of the window and left.

Xie Qiuhan traveled for half an hour before arriving in front of Qingwei Hall for evening class.

The Zixiao Mountain is steep and dangerous, and the Jiugong and Baguan are distributed on different peaks, connected by bridge locks. The suspension bridge is hidden among the clouds and mist, and it seems to be going to a dead end. , I saw the continuous roof ridges and raised owls, the disciples were in groups of threes and twos, and the Qingwei Hall was in front of my eyes.

There are nine palaces and eight temples in Zixiao Mountain. The nine palaces are different masters, and they teach different cultivation methods. All inner disciples have worshiped masters, and each has their own affiliation. The only learning opportunities are morning and evening classes.

The monks in the Nine Palaces take turns to recite the morning class and evening class. According to Xie Qiuhan's observation, the real people in Jingle Palace and Taixuan Palace speak the most seriously, and they never hide their secrets. Maybe it also has some meaning of showing off skills, even Ben Gong's housekeeping skills are occasionally displayed.

It's just that they always take out the whole thing without distinguishing the key points, which inevitably makes the disciples feel confused. There were as many as a thousand people, and amidst the buzzing of thousands of people, the sound of real people lecturing was worse than mosquitoes.

Therefore, every time Xie Qiuhan went to class one or two hours earlier, he took a seat in the front row, close enough to catch the real person's saliva, what the real person ate this morning, the wrong button of the robe and other details.

During the one or two hours of waiting, he meditated by himself.

At first, the surroundings were still quiet, few disciples came, and the place was empty, so everyone sat back.

Later, when there were more disciples, Xie Qiuhan became lively around him.

He still kept his eyes closed, but he couldn't calm down after such arguing, so he closed his eyes and pretended to meditate, actually listening to the disciples talking about new and interesting stories.

The latest news is obviously that the emperor came here to pray for blessings.

"Do you know that this time the emperor will stay here for three full months!"

"Three months? What about the court, don't you care?"

"You don't know about that. The late emperor lived there for two years. Compared with his father, he is quite reasonable."

"That's right, you can see that there are so many houses in the mountains, nine palaces and eight temples, every brick and every piece of wood is built by the royal family, and they are called the royal dojo. Naturally, he can live as long as he wants."

Xie Qiuhan's lips moved, feeling dissatisfied, and just wanted to say the word "ridiculous".

Who doesn't know such absurdity?

It's just that the word "longevity" is confusing, and most people can't tell the truth.

Ever since Emperor Taiwu's success in cultivating immortality and alchemy was really fucking successful, the royal family has set off a fashion for cultivating immortals. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The disciples of the inner sect saw the emperor more than the courtiers, and everyone was no stranger to it.

The emperor came to pray for blessings this time, and he also summoned famous monks from the Taoist temple all over the world.

Today, the gate of Zixiao Mountain is wide open, first to welcome my emperor, and then to welcome the eight-party monks who came from afar.

But beyond the heavy clouds, under the purple sky, there are hundreds of acres of barren land that no one cultivates, thousands of miles of dry land, people's livelihood is poor, and the people are ants, who cares?

Xie Qiuhan was preoccupied, listening to the small words in his ear, his mind was in a trance.

He didn't raise his head until several clear coughs sounded in his ears, and saw the real person with white beard and blue robe walking on the stage, his eyes fell on him intentionally or unintentionally, as a reminder.

Only then did he suddenly wake up. Hearing the real person's explanation like a bell, he fell back to the ground, no longer thinking about what was there and what was not, and returned to being an insignificant little disciple.

This is Pingyang Daoist from Taixuan Palace, who practiced the Shenxiao Thunder Technique, which is very advanced. Xie Qiuhan could only listen to this class without asking for a deep understanding. He wrote down every word and took it back to recall carefully.

After class, Xie Qiuhan walked with his head down, thinking about the meaning of "innate unity", and accidentally bumped into a group of disciples.

It wasn't a big deal at all, but a disciple deliberately pushed him out with a slap, and shouted: "It's you again, you stinky handyman! You want to hurt my master again!"

Xie Qiuhan had nothing else to do, but his foundation was solid, his foot was steady, and he stood still after only two steps back. When he looked up, it was the one who fell on his ass this morning.

Xie Qiuhan frowned, not wanting to cause trouble, so he wanted to go around and walk away.

But this disciple fell down in the morning, was late and was scolded by the head teacher, and was fined to copy the books outside the hall for a day. All vented on him, how could it be possible to let him go.

The disciple raised his hand to stop him, and began to shout: "Come and see, it's this stinky handyman who deliberately tripped me up this morning, which made me late for the ceremony, and I didn't get well all day. Let him go."

Xie Qiuhan stood still, and frowned, "I've never met you before, what are you doing to trip you up?"

The disciple hummed, "Then who knows, maybe I'm jealous that I can go to the face saint, so you can do odd jobs there."

Xie Qiuhan was not in vain for five years here, so he opened his mouth and said, "Oh? Please tell me, are you facing the saint today, or facing the wall?"

Student: "You—!"

The crowd laughed.

Xie Qiuhan's words hit the mark, this disciple was caught by the head teacher for being late, and it was true that he turned a blind eye.

The disciple was so angry that his neck was red, he didn't expect this kid to speak so harshly, and blurted out angrily: "You, an outer disciple, dare to talk back, I have never seen such a ignorant person!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the surrounding outer disciples became unhappy and surrounded them with sullen faces.

"What's wrong with the outer door? The outer door is no longer a person?"

"Today I'm going to ask the disciples of the inner sect to enlighten me."

"........."

Most of the inner disciples disdain to take big classes, while the outer disciples cherish the opportunity to take classes like grasping at straws, so they are almost all outer disciples.

The arrogant and domineering disciple suddenly looked like a cock with its feathers pulled out, and his whole body froze.

Xie Qiuhan heard the commotion in his ears, a few violent outer disciples had already passed him, pointing their eyebrows at the troublesome inner disciple, so he took two steps back, turned around and wanted to leave.

At this time, another person grabbed him.