The world's first fairy gate

Only one part of the blood Xie Qiuhan vomited was from injury, and the rest was from anger.

But he didn't say anything, got up from the ground silently, and swallowed his grievances.

"Thank you really... um!"

Pingyang took out a bag of messy pills from his bosom, and stuffed them into Xie Qiuhan's mouth involuntarily.

Xie Qiuhan was stuffed with pills, and he was miserable. He just felt that he forgot to read the almanac when he went out today.

Just when he was about to speak, Ping Yang pinched his wrist to feel his pulse, and said with concern: "Where does it hurt, tell me."

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback.

Pingyang is a short old man with a red face, white hair and beard, no wrinkles on his face, and warm and generous palms.

This warmth flowed into Xie Qiuhan's heart along the meridians, and he suddenly felt a bit less bitter in his mouth.

After feeling the pulse for a moment, Pingyang's brows relaxed, "It's okay, it's okay."

This disciple must have had shit luck, a thunderbolt didn't strike him, his pulse is very stable, full of vitality, he is strong enough to go up the mountain to fight a tiger.

Of course, it all depends on his timely arrival from Pingyang.

Xie Qiuhan withdrew his hand, leaned against his back, and said in a low voice: "The disciple is fine, Master Xie is concerned."

Pingyang hummed, relieved, turned around and shouted at his disciples: "Which kid didn't want to die and sacrificed the Five Thunder Talisman, get out!"

"Five Thunder Talismans? Isn't it the Divine Heaven Thunder Method?"

"Shen Xiao, your grandma has a leg!"

The disciple pointed in the direction of Zhou Wenxuan, "It's what he said about the thunder method of heaven and thunder, and he also said to demonstrate it to us."

A group of disciples avoided, letting go of the culprit behind the crowd.

"A bunch of bastards with no hair yet want to make Shen Xiao," Ping Yang said, "I will slap you twice to see if you still..."

Before he finished talking, Pingyang saw Zhou Wenxuan's old god-like face, and almost bit his tongue.

Xie Qiuhan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Pingyang.

Pingyang's anger seemed to be muted, and he couldn't get angry, and he was sulking with himself, and his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

He hesitated to speak, opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally just flicked his sleeves, and said earnestly: "Zhou Wenxuan, what new tricks have you found to block me?"

Zhou Wenxuan put up the gentle and quiet false face of just now, and said: "I tell my uncle, the magic of thunder and thunder taught by my uncle just now is really profound and mysterious, and all the juniors are puzzled, so I will demonstrate it, hoping to help others." One or two, it's just that my cultivation base is short and my lightning control skills are not good, so this accident happened."

"Fuck..." Pingyang gritted his teeth and said, "Five Thunder Talismans are seven or eight miles away from Shenxiao Leifa! What are you showing off!"

Zhou Wenxuan said innocently: "Oh? Really, my father didn't tell me, I thought it was the same."

Pingyang: "You——!"

Speaking of this back and forth, Xie Qiuhan immediately understood.

His heart suddenly turned cold, and the warmth at first was like a slippery fish, which disappeared with a flick of its tail.

One cold and one hot, another period of heat and cold.

When he was young, Xie Qiuhan returned to his residence.

Late at night and heavy with dew, he walked alone through the layers of mountain peaks in the night like ghosts and claws, walked on the suspension bridge, crossed layer after layer of deep abyss, and returned to the dimly lit hut.

After returning to this shabby room, I felt that the wind and cold outside were far away, and my dust had settled.

Someone sprawled across his entire bed, with his hands resting on the back of his head, and his long legs with no place to rest resting on the door fence. There was no sleeping appearance at all.

Xie Qiuhan closed the door, locked the lock, and turned the wick again. The movement was very light, but it also woke up the person on the bed.

Yun Fang half-closed his eyelids, his eyelashes were like a feather fan, he was dozed off, and he spoke in a breathy voice, "...Xiao Qiuhan, you're back."

Xie Qiuhan hummed and put the book on the table.

Then he took off the headband, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed without saying a word, pulling the quilt over his head and face.

Yun Fang frowned, but instead woke up and dozed off.

In the past, after the evening class, this child always had to review one or two lessons before going to bed after washing strictly. His self-discipline was amazing.

What's going on today?

Yun Fang supported his head, and patted the human-shaped quilt next to him, "Xiao Qiuhan, why aren't you studying today?"

Xie Qiuhan didn't speak.

It was very quiet all around, and he could hear his thin breathing.

"Tomorrow," Xie Qiuhan said in a low voice after a while, "I don't have much energy today."

Yun Fang thought he was sick at first, but then realized that he was unhappy.

A young man is alert and sensitive by nature, and his 15-year-old head is full of worries that others don't have at 150. It's hard for such a child to be happy.

If he was sensible, Yunfang should disappear right now, leaving him alone.

But Yunfang has lived for more than a hundred years, but he really hasn't cultivated the noble quality of 'knowledge'.

He looked at Xie Qiuhan for a moment, squinted his eyes, recognized the location of his stomach, and poked it down with his finger

Xie Qiuhan: "!!"

There was a muffled sound under the quilt, and the boy turned over, curled up into a ball, and left his back for him in resistance.

Yun Fang looked at the four big characters "I don't want to talk" on the quilt, but he still didn't stop.

"Xiao Qiuhan, Xie Xiaohan, good son...why have you been wronged?"

When he called "Good son", Xie Qiuhan couldn't take it anymore, got his head out of the quilt, and glared at him.

I could only hear Yun Fang saying kindly: "When I was young, you often called my mother."

Xie Qiuhan: "..." This guy is even more shameless!

Yun Fang scored a credit for himself: the brat has the strength to stare at people, and the foundation of the great cause of coaxing people has been completed.

Xie Qiuhan sat up.

Yun Fang touched his head and said, "I'm at most three feet away from the painting, and I'm suffocating in this room all day long, so if you have any displeasure, just tell me and let me hear new things along the way. .”

Xie Qiuhan hugged his knees and said in a muffled voice: "You still made fun of me when I was unhappy."

Yun Fang smiled.

He continued to touch his hair with a mean hand.

If you touch it, something will happen.

How did Xie Xiaohan's satin-like long hair burnt into dry grass! ?

It was also at this time that Xie Qiuhan realized that his hair had suffered.

But he didn't care too much, "Oh, this, I did it accidentally, it didn't hurt me..."

Through the moonlight, he saw a cold and serious look flashing across Yunfang's face, that glance made him feel chills in his heart, and he was stunned, not remembering what he was going to say next.

"How did you do it?" Yun Fang asked in a low voice.

Xie Qiuhan felt that he must have read it wrong, Yunfang still looked casual, looking friendly and gentle, nothing special.

He stabilized his mind and told what happened tonight in a few words.

"...That's it. I think Zhou Wenxuan's father should be some kind of powerful figure, or a great monk, who will wantonly injure outside disciples. Pingyang Daoist can't deal with him even if he sees him. I didn't want to cause trouble, but Zhou Wenxuan Wenxuan said that he wanted to make Shen Xiao Lei Fa, although I knew that he was probably a liar, but I was afraid of missing that [-]%, so I stayed."

"Shen Xiao Lei Fa?"

"Yes. What's the matter?"

"What kind of divine thunder method do you practice at this level?"

Xie Qiuhan was silent for a moment, the boy's self-esteem prevented him from speaking, and he wrote "Which pot is not open if the pot is not open?" with an unhappy face.

Yun Fang always felt that he was the cutest when he was childish, and the coldness in his heart was swept away, and he explained: "Shen Xiao Lei Fa, practitioners purify the six senses, use the body as a cauldron to attract the righteous energy of the world, and only then can they achieve initial success. It was created by Shen Xiao, and it was used for the first time when he was killing demons in Nanling, when others asked what name he wanted to give it, he was lazy and said that it should be my surname, so he called it Shen Xiao Lei Fa."

Xie Qiuhan repeated: "Oh, so it's the real Shenxiao."

Yun Fang was amused by his words, "What do you know about Shen Xiao?"

After Xie Qiuhan was dull, he realized that Shen Xiao was the head of the fairy gate.

"Shenxiao... no, Xianzuo, I have heard that Xianzuo realized Taoism at the age of seven, and went to Zixiao Mountain with Daoist Kongming, and reached Mahayana in less than 300 years. People can stand out from him. Zixiao is the head of the world's Taoist sects, and there are nine palaces and eight temples, each with different sects, but the real masters in each palace voluntarily take him as the leader, which shows that he is extraordinary."

Yun Fang wiped his chin, and said modestly: "It's just a false name."

But Xie Qiuhan immediately defended: "It's not a false name. According to ancient records, he once slashed the black flood dragon with one sword, killed the blood demon with one sound, and was able to travel eight hundred miles against the wind and go straight to the sky."

He thought for a while and then said: "I don't know how handsome such a great person is. It's just that Xianzuo has been in retreat since I started, and has never shown up. I'm afraid I won't be able to see him when I go down the mountain," he said. He smiled, "Looking at it this way, I'm completely out of luck with Xiuxian."

Yun Fang pinched the flesh of his cheek, "It's destined, it's very destined."

"Did you say there is a destiny..." Xie Qiuhan kept his hand away, "Don't pinch my face again!"

Yunfang laughed.

Enough of laughing, Yun Fang took a second look at Xie Qiuhan's hairstyle, it was really an eyesore.

He turned over and got off the bed, stretched out a hand to Xie Qiuhan, and waved like a puppy, "Xiaohan, come here."

That hand was white and slender, and under the moonlight, it looked like it was carved from jade porcelain.

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback, for some reason, Zhou Wenxuan and the disciple's tightly clasped hands passed through his mind inappropriately.

Xie Qiuhan followed him to the table and hesitated, "What are you going to do?"

Yun Fang took a fine-toothed wooden comb from the table, picked up a strand of black hair, and combed it slowly.

It turned out to be to comb your hair.

The two stood and sat, the moonlight flowing peacefully and quietly on their shoulders.

Xie Qiuhan suddenly thought that when he was a child, in order to relieve boredom, Yunfang always grabbed him and braided his hair, teasing him so that his face turned red for several days and ignored him, but Yunfang always found fun in it.

After growing up, the baby is not easy to deceive, so Yunfang gave up this trick.

Maybe people are always soft-hearted and affectionate when the night is heavy. Xie Qiuhan changed his character of the saw-mouthed gourd, and said softly: "I didn't feel pain, and I didn't feel wronged."

Yunfang: "Huh?"

Xie Qiuhan analyzed himself quietly: "Maybe it's because you can smash your teeth and swallow blood outside, but it's different when you come back. I originally thought that it was his business that he raped him. I've been used to it in the past few years. It's fine, but when I talk about it with you, I feel resentful. Everyone is raised by their mothers and fathers. Why should they be divided into different classes? Today he is strong, and tomorrow there will be stronger people bullying him. Come on. Why do people come and go like this.”

Yun Fang sighed inaudibly, rubbed his hair, and said earnestly: "You don't want to be stronger than him one day, and bully him instead?"

Xie Qiuhan shook his head, "Wouldn't that be him—ah, why are you beating me!"

Yun Fang hit his forehead again with a heavy chestnut, and said angrily, "I'll hit you, you worthless bastard."

Xie Qiuhan frowned, in disbelief, "What?"

Yun Fang broke his heart and said: "I think you are stupid in reading, and you are not up to date. In the future, you will walk in the rivers and lakes, let alone Zixiao Mountain, shame on you!"

Almost every word reveals hatred of iron but not steel.

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

He decided not to talk to this person with a deadpan expression.

But after a while, maybe the night was too quiet, and he couldn't help but whispered again: "I think if Master Shenxiao is still in charge, Zhou Wenxuan and his ilk will not be allowed to act recklessly."

The words were soft and fast, but they could be heard clearly in the quiet night.

Yun Fang slipped his hand and almost dropped the comb on the ground.

A big tall hat fell from the sky, and he was caught off guard. It was so overwhelming that he didn't even remember what to say.

As the night darkened, Xie Qiuhan lay on the table, one after another, and finally fell asleep.

Yun Fang carried him back to the bed, closed the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him carefully.

The young man had already matured, his outline was sharp, without a trace of excess flesh, clean and well-proportioned.

A pair of eyebrows are the best, as if carved by a knife, thick eyebrows are black into the temples, but when he sleeps, his brows are also locked, and he doesn't know how much he hides.

Yun Fang raised his finger and flicked the young man's eyebrows. He didn't know where the boy had heard about him, and he was talking nonsense.

He thought to himself: What if I am in charge?Then I'll make you a domineering little bastard too.