The world's first fairy gate

The Immortal Pavilion looks quaint and dilapidated, but in fact, it is full of good things that cannot be found elsewhere.

Just look at the place where Xie Qiuhan is sitting at this time, it looks like a small red sandalwood, the same piece of wood also produced a string of Buddhist beads, and now in the hands of the chief abbot of Tianyin Temple, the boss has a bronze carved chess piece casually, throwing one of them will be enough. Let a sage listen to his orders, and the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, are all produced by the master, and they are priceless.

Xie Qiuhan put these things into a pile to make room, and put the mahogany sword on the table.

He looked at the sword carefully and found something unusual.

This toy wooden sword has a sharp edge, and it is no longer an ordinary thing.

Xie Qiuhan narrowed his eyes, raised his sword and swiped lightly - as pointed by the sharp edge, a plum blossom died and withered in front of the window.

But it didn't end there.

He draws the second sword.

A warm and kind breath filled the whole room in an instant, and the plum blossoms that had drooped their heads quietly bloomed, and Kazuki was brilliant.

Xie Qiuhan stood at the window, watching the plum blossoms all over the branches.

He knows the three thousand ways, and the way of the sword is one of them. It stands to reason that if he uses the sword to understand the way, he should enter this way.

But he felt that what he realized was something else.

Just now when he was practicing his sword, he thought about gathering less and leaving more from now on, thinking that the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is fragile, thinking about the high mountains and the long journey, he felt very depressed.

And the sword moves also became more and more difficult with his mood, and every time he made a move, he felt that there was a thousand weights on his shoulders.

But just when he couldn't hold on, the hilt of the sword suddenly shimmered, and the name engraved on the groove emerged——

Xie Qiuhan recalled the scene in the Taolin that day, and Yun Fang played Chong Ming Gang for him, and even falsely said that he came to school at a street stall.

Later he returned to his room, cut the sword into pieces, and asked Yunfang to engrave his name on it as a birthday present. The two drank and laughed in the bamboo forest, very happy.

The joy filled my heart, eliminating the previous loss and frustration.

Immediately afterwards, Yunfang's sword that broke the killing formation also came to his mind.

He kept imitating that move, his sword became faster and faster, and his moves became more natural.

After almost every sword, there was a double image.

Layer upon layer of double shadows, in a trance, the sky filled with white frost and red cliffs turned into a mountain of peach forests, the Tao that I hadn't realized that day finally broke through the clouds and mists, and broke through the barriers.

——The Dao heart is firm, life and death are up to me, and nothing can be broken.

that night.

The galaxy is vast, and the Tiangong sleeps quietly, hidden in the night.

The Immortal Pavilion exudes a cold and misty fragrance, which fills the entire Zixiao Mountain, and enters the dreams of countless disciples, and a vibrant peach blossom blooms in the depths of the dream.

On the morning of the second day, His Excellency Immortal was kneeling full of real people and disciples.

They shouted at the small building: "Congratulations to Xianzuo for realizing the way of sentient beings!"

Xie Qiuhan looked down from the picking platform, and saw the people crawling around and around on the ground, their bodies cast down, and they were very devout.

It's just that the fairy seat they worshiped is not in it at all.

The excitement didn't dissipate until the morning bell rang.

The disciples left after discussing, and continued to discuss this grand event in the morning class and practice field.

Seeing that everyone finally left, Xie Qiuhan breathed a sigh of relief in Immortal Pavilion and Xiuyu, both of them were a little confused.

"Brother Xie, what is the Dao of Love?"

Senior Brother Xie shook his head, but Senior Brother Xie didn't know either.

However, those who bowed down there knew it all.

So Xie Qiuhan packed his bags, went down the small building, and attended the first morning class in a few days.

It was the first time for him to be absent from school for nearly a month.

In the past, no matter it was windy or rainy, he had to go to the morning and evening classes. Even if the real people spoke hard and difficult, it would be useless to go, but he always sat in the first row to save face.

Xie Qiuhan became familiar with the real people in this way, so when he was angry in the past few years, occasionally a real person stood up for him, and Pingyang was one of them.

Today is different from the past, not only the real people are familiar, but also the disciples of the whole mountain.

As soon as Xie Qiuhan stepped up the steps, the whole hall fell silent.

It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop on the ground.

After a while, someone coughed and continued to talk to his companions, but his eyes quietly glanced towards Xie Qiuhan.

Everyone is watching him.

He became famous on the altar, and jumped from the outer gate to the Immortal Pavilion. Now he is the "man of the hour" in Zixiao Mountain.

The seats in the hall are divided into sections.

The seat in the innermost circle is a small table with books and papers on it. The disciples sit on the floor. This place is the closest to the lecturer, regardless of the house. It is a special seat for diligent disciples, and no one will grab it.

Somewhere outside, there are tables and stools, and the clothes of the disciples are also different. They all sit in clusters according to the nine palaces, and there is very little mixing.

There was only one place where disciples would mix, and that was the aisle Xie Qiuhan was passing by.

This position leads to the front and back doors, and the sun shines brightly. Fortunately, it is easy to get in and out. They are all for the top-notch people in the inner door, and there are people from any palace.

But at this time, it was vacant, and some disciples of Taixuan Palace who wore the spirit snake black jade on their waists swaggered and sat in.

Xie Qiuhan took everything in his eyes, and went to the front row by himself.

At this time, someone stood up, waved to him with a smile, and said, "Junior Xie, come and sit here."

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback.

That is the big disciple of Jingle Palace.

This disciple started, and the others also sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Except for the Taixuan Palace, several palaces went round and round, and they all warmly invited Xie Qiuhan to come and sit with them, with courteous gestures and eager words. If possible, they would probably want to divide Xie Qiuhan into seven shares, and each of them would take one back to offer as an offering.

Xie Qiuhan couldn't adapt to this kind of enthusiasm for a while, so he bit the bullet and declined, and sat down in the front row.

As soon as he sat down, the person next to him gasped.

Then there was the ping-pong sound of a bunch of things falling to the ground.

Xie Qiuhan turned his head to look, it turned out that the people next to him were surprised and happy when they saw him sitting down, and wanted to stand up to greet him, but fell to the ground together with the short table in front of him.

That gesture was really embarrassing.

Xie Qiuhan hurried to help the disciple up.

Xie Qiuhan found that he looked very familiar, and hesitantly asked, "Talking about Junior Brother?"

Tan Heping saw that he still remembered himself, wept with joy, and held his hand: "Thank you, senior brother! I finally met senior brother!"

Xie Qiuhan's scalp was tight, and he was not used to being held with tears in his eyes like this, and it took him a long time to get him off.

It turned out that after Xie Qiuhan moved into the Immortal Pavilion, Tan Heping still went to deliver meals every day and waited in front of his door, but he was nowhere to be seen, wasting a lot of exquisite meals.

Xie Qiuhan didn't expect him to be so stubborn, and felt a little guilty for a while, and said, "Then, how about I treat my brother to dinner today?"

Hearing this, Tan Heping gasped and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Xie Qiuhan helped his forehead.

He was really curious, how dare this junior Tanner go to the Valley of Monster Beasts with the outer disciples because he is timid.

He hesitated for a while when talking about peace, and then said it was for "grouping".

——It was the word "grouping together", coupled with his red-faced appearance, that Xie Qiuhan somehow found a little resonance, and finally remembered the name of this junior brother Tan.

There was still a while before class, and while they were stammering about peace, they chatted surprisingly firmly.

Talking about peace is timid and cowardly, but there is something cute about it.

And Xie Qiuhan actually doesn't have any friends.

In the past, he was able to be with Yunfang as a companion, but today Yunfang has become a god, so he gathers less and leaves more.

Although the boy Xiuyu is interesting, in fact, he only comes to the Immortal Pavilion a few times a day, and he runs out after a short stay.

Xie Qiuhan stayed alone in the Immortal Pavilion all day, almost rusty.

When he met with Tan Heping, he finally thought about making friends, and handed him a kind osmanthus branch.

Talking about peace is naturally a firm grasp.

The two had a morning class together, and at noon, Xie Qiuhan invited him to have a peaceful meal.

The disciples in Zixiao Mountain have different levels of cultivation, some have already bigu and do not need to eat, some have not yet shed their mortal bodies, they should eat and drink, and continue to enjoy the taste of the world.

But the hall of humility is always full.

The meals provided by Xu Huai Tang are not ordinary things, each meal ingredient is a spiritual thing, each has its own effect, some can increase spiritual power, and some can help clear up impurities, so disciples will not miss this meal.

Xie Qiuhan came to Xuhuai Hall, seeing people everywhere, his scalp felt numb.

Earlier in Qingwei Hall, during class breaks, everyone talked to him:

"Xianzuo has actually realized the way of sentient beings. Did senior brother Xie ask Xianzu about his experience today?"

"Brother Xie can follow Xianzuo, it is really enviable."

"I have a grandmother in my family who has been seriously ill for some time. I wonder if Brother Xie can please pass on a message to Xianzuo?"

"Brother Xie, when will Xianzuo resume his lectures, will he let us see what the sentient beings look like?"

"........."

As such.

Xie Qiuhan was confused and couldn't answer any of them.

He intends to inquire, but he is afraid that if the news that Yunfang is not in the mountain is leaked, he will be missed.

So he kept ambiguous, which really made the root of his tongue bitter.

At this time, when he came to Xuhuai Hall, all his seniors were "staring at each other", seeing that there was another round to deal with, he really wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

Fortunately, as soon as he showed up, a disciple on duty came to share the meal, treated him as a guest of honor, led him into the private room, and presented him with a table full of delicacies.

Xie Qiuhan breathed a sigh of relief.

The remaining power of the fairy seat is still useful.

The two entered the private room.

During the dinner, Tan Heping opened up a chatterbox, saying that everything on the table was wrong and that everything was a waste of money.

Xie Qiuhan listened patiently and found it interesting.

We went to class together and had dinner together, so we were considered good acquaintances. We felt a little bit better when we talked about peace, and we were so happy that we stopped stuttering.

After ordering the dishes majesticly, he drank a mouthful of tea with a dry mouth.

At this time, he stopped talking for a while, and suddenly blushed again, wondering if he talked too much, which would be annoying.

Seeing this, Xie Qiuhan looked at him and laughed.

He was afraid of talking about peace and being nervous, so he took the initiative to ask: "Brother Tan, today I heard the brothers and sisters outside talking about 'the way of sentient beings', do you know what this way of sentient beings is?"

"Youqingdao?" Tan Heping rubbed his head, trying hard to remember.

He didn't know about it before today, he just listened to people chatting when he came to class, so he leaned over and listened to some.

"I heard them say that this way of sentient beings can rejuvenate plants and trees, heal human flesh and bones, and kill people's lives in a single thought. Xianzuo, he was able to break through the killing formation with a single sword and save the common people in the world, he has accumulated such great merits to realize this."

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

He tentatively asked, "Is it really that powerful?"

Talk about peace and nod again and again.

Xie Qiuhan coughed, "Then, what are the three words for this sentient way?"

Talking about peace was a little surprised, and he almost said "Why don't you even know this".

However, he still said: "The real people often say that the way of heaven is merciless, so the lord, there are sentient beings, which are the opposite sentient beings."

The way of heaven is ruthless and eternal, and all things are sentient and die of old age.

Therefore, the way of sentient beings can kill birth, old age, sickness and death.

Xie Qiuhan felt that his talent was mediocre, even inferior to ordinary, such a powerful thing...it really didn't seem like he could realize it.

He guessed that something went wrong, which caused everyone to misunderstand, so he kept the matter in his heart for the time being, and planned to ask Yun Fang when he came back.

Xie Qiuhan was immersed in his own thoughts, the private room next door was also occupied, and the voices of a group of disciples rang out.

The private room was very quiet, so the voice from the other end came over.

There was a sentence that pulled Xie Qiuhan out——

He heard a disciple say with certainty: "It's true, then Xie Qiuhan is the son of Xianzuo!"

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

What the neighbor said is reasonable and well-founded, that Xianzuo befriends the heroes of the world, and there are countless people who can vote for them in times of distress. Why did he go to Xie Qiuhan's side alone?

It is said that the elders of the Sanqing Palace had nothing to do, and secretly used the crape myrtle to speculate on the fate of the two, and found that they were related to each other, and their fates were entangled. This connection occurs only between parents and children.

Apart from father and son, there is no other solution!

This disciple quotes extensively from many sources, and his explanation of numerology and metaphysics is so clear that everyone is convinced, even Xie Qiuhan himself almost believes it.

But his father is well at home, and recently opened two new rice shops.

... That Sanqing Palace elder probably ate too much.