False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

Changwuzi has two wishes in his life: first, he wishes the head of the sect to prosper and live in peace forever;

There are two times in his life: one is that he thinks he can protect the sect, so that his younger brother will be good from now on; the other is that he thinks that he can protect Shen Wu from the suffering of wandering.

When he met Yun Xiechen, he was not called Changwuzi, his surname was Yu, and his name was Zi'an.

At that time, he was not what he looked like later, his back was still straight, and although his eyes were born close together, his eyes were well-shaped, and they were a pair of peach blossom eyes that were born with sparkle and brilliance.

As the only direct disciple under the head of the Yanluo Sect and the senior brother of the 160th generation of disciples, Yu Zi'an has a serious face, but in his heart he has some ambitions that are not humane: he wants to have his own life before the age of 30. I have traveled all over the cultivation world and the ordinary world, and I have seen it all over.

At that time, the Yanluo Sect was still the veritable No. 20 Immortal Sect, and the head was still alive, capable and shrewd, so he didn't really need the help of a disciple like him.So in the year of [-], Yu Zi'an took the sword and set off with pride.

He stopped and stopped all the way, occasionally meddling in his own business, he was like a dandelion, wherever the wind blows, he floated, just like that, he drifted aimlessly to Chendu.

It was midsummer, Yu Zi'an entered the city, and passed by a teahouse, where someone was talking about a book, he stopped his erratic footsteps, listened to the praise of his tobacco pie, suddenly felt like drinking a lot The bowl of cool spring water soothes the internal organs.

So he turned around, found an inn nearby, and stayed.

Although he went out this time under the banner of experience, he did not forget his original intention: he came out to gain knowledge, he only needs to walk around, eat, eat and see, and the other side is like practicing. No need to do anything.

Therefore, he confidently lived a very happy life in Chendu: it is impossible to get up in the morning without sleeping until the sun is three poles, and when he wakes up, he strolls to the nearby teahouse to listen to books that he fell in love with at first sight.Hearing that it was sunset, he wandered around and found something to eat—he had already fasted, not to fill his stomach, but to satisfy his appetite.

He spent more than half a month in such a daze, and the storyteller also told various anecdotes about the immortals of the Yanluo School for more than half a month, including him——Yu Zian, the head of the first immortal sect The only person in the world, who is very talented, mature and stable, has the world in mind, slays demons and demons, and is omnipotent.

The leisure time of the past half month has made Yu Zian's bones, which are not diligent at all, completely lazy. On this day, he was too lazy to go out, so he carried a wine pot, leaned against the window, and squinted at the sky. Xingyun, drink with the storyteller's story.

What I'm talking about today is still the story of his legend in the cultivation world.

Yu Zian himself was nestled in the inn, listening to the storyteller shaking his head and saying seriously that Lianhua Village, [-] miles west of Dudu, was haunted by ghosts a few days ago.Until yesterday, he, the legend in the cultivation world, Yu Zi'an, the proud son of heaven, dressed in white clothes to win the snow, came with a sword in the wind. Seeing this scene, without saying a word, he wiped out all the evil and filth with a single sword, and returned to Lianhua Village. A tranquility.

Yu Zian, who had been wandering around the streets of Chendu all day yesterday, looked down at his oil-stained blue linen clothes, and then took a sip of wine as if nothing had happened, accepting all the compliments, even a little blissfully, I feel that this storyteller is really good at telling the story, and the story is better than his wine.

There was a gentle breeze, drunkenness surged up, Yu Zian yawned and wanted to sleep.

At this moment, a commotion was heard downstairs.

Yu Zian poked his head out, grabbed the window sill with one hand to prevent himself from falling top-heavy, and lowered his eyes to follow the sound.

On the street, someone's young gentleman had an awkward fight with his family, and ran out angrily, but was blocked at a fork in the road by the servants who followed him.

Yu Zi'an was too lazy to take care of this kind of housework, so he was about to turn around and have a big spring and autumn dream, but he couldn't help but pause when his eyes swept over the thin figure of the young man.

Don't blame him, it's because this young man is too eye-catching.

It should be known that the people of Chendu have been influenced by the legend of cultivating immortals, from high-ranking officials to nobles, down to traffickers and pawns, they all admire light-colored clothes-although they are not resistant to dirt, it is not important. Just mean it.

Only this boy was wrapped in pure black in the scorching summer.

When he stood in the crowd, it was like a ball of ink suddenly smeared on a piece of snow-white rice paper, and it was hard for people not to notice.

Yu Zian's eyes stayed on him, so he inevitably took a second look.

Looking at the past with these two eyes, I felt that something was wrong: this young man had a serious face, his face was lifeless, and there was no trace of the anger in him at this age. It didn't look like he was just arguing with his family?

He thought about it, and thought that since he was idle anyway, he might as well do a good deed, and maybe his practice would be smoother in the future.

So he made a trick, straightened himself up like a dog, threw the flagon, and jumped out of the window.

A large crowd was startled: "Hey—it's a fairy!"

Yu Zi'an remained calm, walked up to the young man like a serious person, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He doesn't need to put on a serious expression, as long as he doesn't smile, he is already majestic enough, and he has the preconceived notion of "immortal", those servants dare not even look at him, only one looks at him Like the leading steward, bit the bullet and said:

"Go back, go back to Immortal, the younger one came to invite my young master back home under the order of Mrs...."

"Oh." Yu Zian nodded, and accidentally met the young man's dark eyes. It was strange that the young man's eyes were clearly numb, but he always felt that he saw a struggling soul through those dim eyes.

He froze for a moment, then said calmly, "I think he is not willing to go back with you, he is probably losing his temper, why don't I help you persuade him, okay?"

The steward was so surprised that he didn't care about the "immortal majesty", he suddenly looked up at him, his face was full of surprise at his meddling, and after he realized it, he quickly lowered his head, and said in fear:

"This, why is this so troublesome..."

"Then it's settled." Yu Zian said without any doubt, grabbed the young man by the back collar, and carried him away.

People all over the street lowered their heads, so no one saw where he was taking them.

Yu Zian's brain became hot, and he took the young man to his room. After calming down, he felt worried about the trouble he had caused.

He paced back and forth in a dignified manner, and when he turned around, the boy in black was still sitting on the chair with his head bowed and silent, looking much calmer than him.

Impossible to hold back, Immortal Yu pondered for a moment, thinking, why not send him back.

... The young men with no flesh on the left and right can't beat him, and it's not considered a breach of contract if he just gets them back.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. He took a step towards the young man, and was about to speak, but the young man raised his head first and asked, "Can you teach me how to cultivate immortals?"

Probably due to not seeing the sun for a long time, his complexion showed a strange paleness, which made his eyes darker, as if all the light was going to be annihilated inside.

The voice is also soft, as weak as a kitten meowing, and the articulation is inexplicably jerky.

It's really a poor taste.

Yu Zi'an was moved with compassion, and then refused with a heart of stone:

"Xiaolang Junmo is joking, the Taoist is not yet old enough to accept disciples."

It is absolutely impossible for him to accept apprentices.

The young man lowered his head again, and after a while, he said again: "Then, is your master still accepting disciples?"

Yu Zian thought to himself, he is not his master, how could he know whether he would accept disciples or not, but on his face he exhorted him very solemnly:

"I think Mr. Xiaolang's destiny is not over yet, so don't be impulsive."

The boy said softly: "No way."

He remained expressionless from the beginning to the end, and there was no wave in his eyes when he was rejected, as if those clear eyes were just a pool of stagnant water.

This kid is a bit wicked.Yu Zian thought to himself.

He said, "What's your name?"

The boy was late for a moment before he said numbly: "Yun Xiechen."

"Xie Chen." Yu Zi'an said, "We don't accept disciples casually. If your father doesn't agree, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Xiechen looked up at him, and asked seriously: "Then what can I do without her consent?"

He was just asking an ordinary question, but being stared at by those dark eyes, Yu Zian felt a chill down his spine for a moment.

this is not good.He thought, since he has taken the initiative to meddle in the young man's business now, let him take care of it to the end.

So he asked very seriously: "Do you really want to cultivate immortality?"

Yun Xiechen said: "Yes."

Yu Zian asked again: "How old are you?"

Yun Xiechen: "Fifteen."

Yu Zian thought, their disciple of the Yanluo Sect happened to be 15 years old and could practice cultivation, which shows that this child is indeed destined to be with him.

Destiny belongs to fate, their sect is the most serious first fairy sect, they can't catch a person and take them away without saying anything, or allow him to say goodbye to his relatives.

The young man lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally dragged him to Shen's house, where he only talked to the middle-aged man named Shen Shanshu.

After this matter was over, Yu Zi'an thought that he would lose so much experience in this game, so he inevitably regretted it, and said, "Cultivating immortals is very hard."

Yun Xiechen looked at him quietly.

Yu Zian sighed, still not giving up: "If your family members come to your door in the future, you have to tell them yourself, you know?"

Yun Xiechen said, "Understood."

Yu Zian just found him a junior without his master's permission.

Considering the young man's frail body, he didn't dare to stay longer on the road, so he quickly returned to Yanluo Mountain, and brought him to his master for a while.

His master kindly stroked his deliberately long beard, and said amiably: "Since Zi'an brought him back, he is naturally a good boy. From now on, you will be my second apprentice."

Then he ordered someone to push Yun Xiechen away, and beat Yu Zi'an severely.

After the beating, the master and apprentice were relatively speechless, full of worries: "That child has no bones at all, what are you doing bringing him back?"

Yu Zi'an said, "Isn't there a sacred tree? If he can bear it, he can bear it, and if he can't bear it, let it go."

The head of the sect glanced at him, and said without a word: "If you have no grievances or enmities, why do you harm others like this?"

The so-called replacement of the root bone is to pull out the whole spine abruptly, and then replace it with the branch of the god tree.The pain involved is no less severe than cramp and skin peeling.

Yu Zian didn't think that he really went to ask Yun Xiechen when he turned around, especially emphasizing the pain of changing his bones, thinking that he would scare people away.

Don't want Yun Xiechen to listen to him silently, and said without hesitation: "I am willing."

Yu Zian, who lost his calculation: "..."

He was taken aback: "Have you thought about it? Once you decide, there is no turning back."

Yun Xiechen replied, "I've made up my mind."

Yu Zijian pretended not to hear, but still babbled, trying to persuade him: "As the saying goes, 360 lines, why do you have to take the most difficult path? I think you look like a scholar."

"Reading is also good." Yu Zian, who doesn't like reading, said so.

Yun Xiechen said indifferently: "I don't study."

Yu Zian couldn't convince him that his mouth was dry.

When the root bone is changed, it is the hand of the master.Yu Zian was watching from the side.Seeing him rejecting Master's proposal to relieve his pain, seeing him soberly enduring the pain of being separated from his flesh and bones, watching him sweat profusely, and his lips were bitten by himself so that the blood flowed profusely, but he still refused to shed a single tear.

……

Yu Zian only has one more junior.

Yun Xiechen is very clingy to him, like a little tail, often when Yu Zian turns his head inadvertently, he will always be caught off guard and see him in a certain corner.

At first, Yu Zian was thinking of a young man who had not experienced much in the world. He was new here, and he was afraid that life would inevitably happen, so he put up with his doggy plaster.

But after a month, Yun Xiechen still followed him every step of the way.

Yu Zian was surprised—mainly because he couldn't bear it anymore, and was worried that other juniors were xenophobic and bullied this junior who came later, so he secretly observed it.

From this observation, we saw the scene where Yun Xiechen drove away the teenagers who were looking for him to play with with a cold face and few words.

They were all young men with thin skins, and when they were ridiculed by him indifferently, those young men blushed with anger, glared at him fiercely, and ran away.

Yu Zian: "..."

He had a headache, and waited for those young men to go far away before he came forward and asked, "Why do you say that about them?"

Yun Xiechen didn't panic at all when he was caught, and calmly stated: "I don't want to play with them."

Yu Zian asked again: "Then who do you want to play with?"

Yun Xiechen looked at him directly, and said softly, "Senior brother."

Yu Zian: "..." No, I don't think we can play together.

He wanted to say that senior brother is very busy, he has to practice, take care of sect affairs, and go out to play... Go out to practice, but in the end he just asked helplessly:

"Why?"

Yun Xiechen replied: "Brother is the only one who saw me."

Yu Zian didn't understand.

He felt that a boy of this age just likes to express his worries about writing new words.What does it mean that he is "the only one who can see him", could it be that those children were talking to ghosts just now?

……

Yu Zian felt that this would not work.

The disciples in their Yanluo faction are all the best kids, Yun Xiechen has a dull temper, and spending more time with his peers will help him open his heart.What is it like to cling to him all day long—although he is only a young man in his twenties, but as a big brother, how can his state of mind compare with that of ordinary young people?

He thought about it, Yun Xiechen's dependence on him was probably the same as the chick's dependence on the first person he saw when he opened his eyes.

So Yu Zian... went out to experience more frequently.

He went out once, and he would not be able to come back without March and half a year. When he went out for the first time, he was still worried that the extraordinarily restrained-even somewhat gloomy young man would have a hard time being alone.Therefore, the itinerary was shortened deliberately.

When he went back and saw that Yun Xiechen was doing well, he didn't show any resentment towards him, so he just relaxed and gave him the gadgets he had collected during this trip, and tried to guide Yun Xiechen to practice with other young people During the discussion, Yun Xiechen obediently obeyed.

Yu Zi'an felt very relieved.

Cultivation has no time, and ten years have passed in a flash.

The atmosphere of Tobacco Pie gradually became depressed.