False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

Shen Wu was startled, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Lian sitting up, leaning against the head of the bed, and because of the darkness, his whole body was shrouded in shadow, only a pair of eyes were slightly shining.

He felt guilty for no reason, and argued, "I only have two candies..."

Zhou Lian said quietly, "I still ate two candies for half an hour."

Shen Wu couldn't figure out what he meant, held back for a while, and said: "Not for half an hour."

Zhou Lian didn't seem to care much about this question, instead he asked, "Are you full?"

Shen Wu pondered for a while, judged others by himself, compared his heart with his heart, and suddenly realized that this elder brother was probably hungry, so he lied: "Not yet..."

Zhou Lian said, "That's right, just two, how can you get enough to eat?"

Shen Wu didn't say a word.

Zhou Lian said again: "The left and right can't get enough to eat, so can't you share one with me?"

Shen Wu: ...

Eldest brother is already an adult, so why do you want to grab food from him.

Just two, I can't get enough by myself.

Why give you one more.

Is it normal for those cultivating immortals?

Of course, he didn't dare to say these words for Zhou Lian to hear.

There was a stalemate for a while, Shen Wu was only wearing single clothes, it was cold at night, he was still sleepy, sleepy and cold, he had no choice but to say:

"Big Brother..."

Zhou Lian was quiet for a while, then said softly: "Little ghost, as soon as you call me senior brother, I think that my life will be even more difficult in the future."

Shen Wu said blankly: "Ah?"

Zhou Lian said, "Then I won't be very happy."

Shen Wu: "..." It's been a long time since I came to Mingming, but he has never seen Senior Brother happy.

There was another awkward silence.Shen Wu cautiously raised his eyes to look at Zhou Lian, and saw that his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

He seized the time and tiptoed towards the bed, barely touching the bed, Zhou Lian opened his eyes and looked at him steadfastly.

Shen Wu: "Big..." He thought that this guy seemed unwilling to be his senior brother, so he got stuck for a moment.

Zhou Lian coughed, looked away, and asked calmly, "Do you have anything to eat?"

Shen Wu: "It's over." Fortunately, he finished eating!

"Oh." Zhou Lian got off the bed and said, "I want to take a bath."

Taking a bath at night, his senior brother seemed really abnormal.Shen Wu murmured in his heart, but he didn't take it to heart, he answered and wanted to climb onto the bed.

He moved lightly, but Zhou Lian, who had already reached the door, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and said, "What are you doing?"

"……"sleep.

There was a beauty couch at the entrance, Zhou Lian stepped back, sat down, and looked at him with displeasure, his cool gaze made Shen Wu's scalp tingle for a while.

What does this mean?

Didn't he let him sleep because he didn't give him food?

Why are you so stingy.

Shen Wu, who was full of food and drink, was so sleepy that he was about to shed tears, and almost fell down without hesitation, but Zhou Lian's gaze was too intimidating, and he dragged him off the bed forcefully.

Shen Wu burst into tears, Zhou Lian was satisfied, and patted the beauty's couch.At this time, the wooden man whom he had seen at dinner had brought hot water, so he entered behind the screen and went to take a bath.

Shen Wu went to the side of the beauty's couch and sat down top-heavy, and lay down unconsciously after a while, at the moment when he was about to fall into a dream, he thought vaguely, senior brother wouldn't just let him sleep here, would he?

If it was Master, hey, although Master is a liar, he is a soft-hearted liar after all, so he shouldn't do this.But brother...

Not necessarily the brother.

Shen Wu thought silently for a moment, but couldn't fall asleep.

After Zhou Lian took a bath, he turned out from behind the screen in only his middle clothes, saw him pitifully curled up in a ball on the beauty couch, and was amused:

"Little brother is really sensible, wake up tomorrow morning so I can report to master, saying that I bullied you?"

Shen Wu was almost crushed by the hat that flew out of nowhere, and now the situation is stronger than others. He thought he saw clearly the black heart hidden under Zhou Lian's white and tender skin, so he quickly got up and firmly denied it: "Senior brother Misunderstood, Ah Wu absolutely has no such intention."

Zhou Lian walked up to him slowly, looked at him condescendingly, and asked suspiciously, "Is it true?"

Shen Wu nodded slightly: "Really."

Zhou Lian said, "Then you are too stupid to even sue."

His mouth is not forgiving at all, but it is estimated that his mood has been washed during the bath, and his face is much milder than during the day.

Shen Wu said in his heart that you are stupid, but also thought about the gentleman taught by his father not to engage in unnecessary verbal disputes, so he remained silent.

Zhou Lian said: "Get up, do you want me to invite you?"

Shen Wu didn't dare to speak, let alone get angry, and obediently abdicated.

Zhou Lian unceremoniously sat down in the middle of the beauty's couch, and said, "Go to bed and sleep when you're sleepy. I just want you to wait for me for a while, but I don't intend to abuse you."

Shen Wu didn't believe a word, silence is golden, but he ran towards the bed briskly, trying to fall asleep before Zhou Lian verbally repented.

Sure enough, just as he was touching the bed, he heard Zhou Lian say again: "Come here, wipe my hair."

So Shen Wu swallowed his anger and climbed out of bed, and brushed his hair clumsily.

Zhou Lian seemed to enjoy the feeling of being served by others, and he stopped picking on his thorns, and his tone softened: "In the future, if you have a small cultivation base, you won't have to bother so much. You only need a simple spell to maintain It's clean all over."

Shen Wu repeatedly warned himself not to be fooled by him, but his heart couldn't help but jump a bit, the yearning for cultivating immortals revived and took root: "Brother, don't you know it?"

Zhou Lian snorted, and said unhappily: "Master said, when I am 15 years old, teach me the method of drawing qi into the body, and then I can formally start practicing."

Oh, Shen Wu shook his hand, and strangled the bud that just emerged.

Zhou Lian noticed his movements, and the corners of his mouth twitched.Urging: "My hair is not dry yet."

Shen Wu continued to wipe his hair expressionlessly.

Zhou Lian didn't care how his mind was going back and forth, he was unhappy, so he wanted to think of ways to cause trouble for others, knowing that the cheap junior he picked up was sleepy, but he refused to let him go to sleep, he had nothing to say That's all.

He didn't care if Shen Wu didn't support him, and he talked more than ever before: "Do you know why?"

After speaking, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry you don't know."

Shen Wu swallowed the word "I don't know" that came to his mouth.

Zhou Lian: "Our master's name is 'Yanluo', and there have been 150 nine generations of disciples passed down to the master's generation, and the master is the 150th and ninth generation head of the sect. There is a saying in the ancestor's motto: cut as you learn, cut as you grind .”

If cutting is like learning, Taoism is also; if cutting is like grinding, it is self-study. ①

Before building the Dao, you must first cultivate virtue.

Therefore, disciples of the Yanluo School are not allowed to practice before the age of 15.

Zhou Lian himself didn't know much about these things, but he just recounted what Chang Wuzi said to him in the past.

In fact, he was also very puzzled by this set of ideas passed down from his ancestors, and even complained a little.

He left his hometown at a young age and came here with Chang Wuzi, staying for five or six years.

Brocade clothes, jade food, fat horses and light fur all become yesterday's old dreams.

None of the expected flying clouds and mists to eliminate demons and evils has never happened.

There are only endless books.

When he was at home, because of his age, his father also invited him to teach at home.

But my husband is reasonable, and with the servant girl who has served him since childhood by his side, no matter how boring the book is, it is more interesting to read.

Unlike the past few years, what Chang Wuzi did most often was to shut him up with a lot of books for an hour or two.

During the two years when he was eight or nine years old, it was the time when cats hated cats and dogs were not welcome. Zhou Lian sometimes had a bad temper, and would rather sit in a daze than read the Lao Shizi book. Later, he felt that if he continued to be in a daze, he might become a real daze. , The way of killing time was changed to painting again, and as a result, the painting skills improved by leaps and bounds.

However, Chang Wuzi didn't care at all, and even praised with a smile:

"I'm really talented, I just happen to have a set of Danqing Dao techniques, how about passing it on to you in the future?"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lian was so happy that he hit the snake with the stick and said: "Then master will pass it on to me now, how about it?"

Chang Wuzi reached out and patted his head.

Zhou Lian endured it.

Chang Wuzi said: "No."

Zhou Lian was not reconciled: "Why?"

Changwuzi's eyes showed nostalgia: "Our Yanluo sect is the leader of the immortal sect, how can the disciples we cultivate only know how to fight and kill? It's not good, it's not good."

Zhou Lian took a small step back: "Master first taught me the way of painting, I will never fight with calligraphy and painting."

Chang Wuzi looked at him with a more loving and subtle... Disgust:

"This painting technique, known as 'Silent Poetry', was created by the No.90 seventh-generation head of my Yanluo School in his later years. It is for the sake of pleasing emotions. Naturally, you have talent."

Zhou Lian lowered his head and moved his head, not letting him touch his head.

Chang Wuzi's palm was empty, he withdrew his hand a little embarrassingly, and began to coax his apprentice in a good temper, just coaxing back and forth, but he refused to let go of his mouth on the matter of cultivation.

Zhou Lian was discouraged, and asked Chang Wuzi why he insisted on staying with these books, and he couldn't read them!

Changwuzi said that it doesn't matter if you don't read it, and the fragrance of books is also beneficial.

Zhou Lian: ...

After all, he didn't have much enthusiasm for the Tao of Danqing, and soon got bored.In the end, I had to open those books and chat to get by.

Now Zhou Lian is used to being accompanied by books, but when he thinks of those dark days, he still feels uneasy.

Ah, speaking of it, Chang Wuzi also taught him a set of swordsmanship, known as the pinnacle of the Yanluo School, and asked him to practice it every day.

But what's the use of that, he has no aura to draw close to him, and he has no mind to make a foundation. Practicing this sword is more like strengthening his body, and has nothing to do with cultivation.

But looking at the ignorant eyes of Junior Brother Xiaotuanzi, Zhou Lian's heart suddenly eased.

Even the dissatisfaction with these days has dissipated more than half.

As a senior, how can you have the same knowledge as a brat.

Be magnanimous.

But in order to save face, he still calmly said:

"Actually, I can also do some spells. I can show you when I have time tomorrow."

Zhou Lian's hair is long and abundant, black and smooth, good-looking is good-looking, but it's not easy to take care of it. Shen Wu wiped it for a long time, his hands were sore, and he thought absently:

Eldest brother even asked him to wipe his hair, what kind of spells could he know?

When he heard that his master was the head of the sect, he didn't feel honored, he just found it unbelievable, and thought very disrespectfully, if someone like his master could be the head of the sect, how could this so-called first fairy sect still have What future?

This thought flashed by, without splashing any water, but the movement of his hands paused.

Zhou Lian noticed it, and said mercifully, "That's it, kid, don't wipe it."

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Note ①: If cutting is like studying, Taoism is also; if cutting is like grinding, it is self-study.From "Erya"