If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

This year, the snow in Yanbei City was extremely heavy.

I heard that villages in the mountains were crushed by heavy snow, and the bones were frozen to death one after another.

The fleeing refugees flocked to Yanbei City, and Yanbei City, which used to be peaceful and prosperous, fell into a tense state of closed doors, for fear that those refugees would be so hungry that they would do something.

There are also kind-hearted big households who make porridge, and Cunren's medical shop dispenses medicinal soup.The small clinic opened by Wuyan and Cheng Siqi is also listed here.

But they obviously don't have much money.

The medicinal materials in stock were sent out batch by batch. During the day, he carried the medical kit to the root of the city wall where the refugees gathered for consultation. When he returned home in the afternoon, Cheng Siqi would hug Mrs. Tang and snuggle up like a tired and lazy little fox. On Wuyan, he settled accounts with a sad face.

"If things go on like this, next spring, the family will not even be able to afford rice."

The little abacus slipped from his knees, and Cheng Siqi looked out of the gloomy window and sighed, "It's not easy to do good deeds. If it's not possible, I have to borrow some from Uncle Wang."

Warm and cozy in the bed, I hugged Cheng Siqi's waist and said in a low voice: "Don't worry. I heard from Shang Shang that this snow disaster has occurred in many places, not just in Yanbei City. Such natural disasters are really rare, and I'm afraid there will be others. Hidden secrets. At the latest in the next year, someone from the cultivation world should come to investigate."

"That's good, they will do something practical after all."

Cheng Siqi exhaled.

In fact, it was only six or seven years.

To a monk, this time is not even a blink of an eye.But when I think about it now, it seems that it has been too long, and there is a feeling that things are different and people are different, and they feel out of reach.

"Your hand hurts again today. I'll go to the clinic for you tomorrow. You can rest at home and don't do heavy work."

Wu Yan raised his left hand, revealing a hot soft cloth in the palm of his hand, which he had been pressing just now, and spread it on Cheng Siqi's right arm.

Putting a soft cloth on the bedside shelf, Wu Yan got up and rubbed Cheng Siqi's arm with medicinal liquor.

Although he couldn't see it, Cheng Siquan knew every inch of Cheng Siquan's body clearly.Just brushing the palm slightly, you can clearly feel the swelling of the arm.

After rubbing it a little harder, the person in his arms arched over.

"pain……"

A person who wouldn't change his face even when his hands were broken in the robbery world, but now he gasps for a kiss when he is pressed.

He was tireless and didn't expose him, he kissed the face that came close to him as usual, and cursed with a smile: "Squeamish."

Cheng Siqi shrank back into the quilt contentedly, exposed his eyes to look at the insatiability in the dim light of the winter afternoon, and said softly: "Then wear more tomorrow, and the northwest wind will blow tonight, and it will be colder tomorrow. Mrs. Tang also brought Come on, don't worry about the farting of the member Zhang, just go to his place to get hot water, or next year when his girl is born, don't look for me..."

The cold wind flapped against the window lattice.

The low whispers gradually became silent, turning into shallow and long breathing.

Insatiably accompanied by the silence, he added some charcoal to the brazier, lay down and hugged Cheng Siqi into his arms.

It was difficult to fall asleep in the hugging position of the two of them, but Cheng Siqi found the just right position in a daze, resting his arms on the pillow, and buried his face in the crescent of Wuyan's neck.

In the afternoon when the city is snowed heavily, only by staying in one's own home can one feel warm and at ease.

Wuyan held Cheng Siqi's waist, feeling calm and at ease.

Such a peaceful and peaceful day like this has never been and will not be brought to them by countless years of ups and downs in the cultivation world.

Things are as expected.

In the second month after the snow disaster, the comprehension world really sent people to inspect and investigate the cause of the snow disaster.

The monks came to Yanbei City, where mortals gathered, which naturally caused a sensation.

That morning, Cheng Siqi opened the window as usual, intending to buy steamed buns from the aunt, but found that the whole street was empty, and the steamed stuffed bun shop was not open at all.

After finally catching the old doctor at the opposite door, after inquiring, all the people in the city rushed to the gate of the city to see the immortal.

"What's so good about monks?"

Cheng Siqi refused to admit defeat in front of the old man, and intentionally angered him, "Thinking that back then, I was a generation of arrogance of the supreme sect, who had slashed millions of demon cultivators across hundreds of thousands of mountains with my sword, and destroyed the tyrannical devil in the abyss of hell. Where can a monk compare to..."

"Hey, old man, I haven't finished talking yet, don't go! Listen to me now, I'll tell you the story of my qi refining and foundation building..."

"Pooh!"

The old doctor walked like flying on the snow, and flicked his sleeves: "Listen to your bragging, don't beat me!"

Cheng Siqi closed the window with a smile, didn't take this matter to heart, turned around and forgot all about it.

But I didn't want to, after a few days, I saw that the people in the whole Yanbei City were elated, and there was a lot of discussion everywhere, but it turned out that those monks who came to Yanbei City to investigate the snow disaster wanted to live in this small mortal city. Test spiritual roots and recruit disciples.

Historically, only county towns are qualified to invite people to test their spiritual roots.Otherwise, Xie Zhou's parents would not have traveled thousands of miles to the county to find connections and inquire about things.

But now that such a good thing happened to Yan Beicheng, all the people in Yanbei City inevitably boiled up.

On the day of the test, all the school-age children in the city were brought by their parents and gathered in the City Lord's Mansion.

Uncle Wang from the carpenter's shop was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, he slammed the door of the hospital before dawn, please Wuyan and Cheng Siqi to watch the excitement, and give advice to Xiao Xie Zhou by the way.

In the eyes of Uncle Wang, Wuyan and Cheng Siqi are people who have seen the world and are capable, and they are always better than the old man who has never been out of Yanbei in his life.Since his daughter and son-in-law were not at home, Uncle Wang didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what the rules were for testing Linggen, so he approached Wuyan and Cheng Siqi.

Wuyan thought for a while, agreed, turned back to the room to change clothes, and dug Cheng Siqi out of the bed by the way and kissed him.

"I'll go there, you go to sleep."

Covering the red and purple staggered shoulders tightly with a quilt, she said in a warm voice, "I'll bring you longan porridge when I come back."

"Well."

Cheng Siqi was stuffed under the quilt and covered his head.

After comforting the drowsy Cheng Siqi, he tirelessly wrapped himself in a cloak and a bamboo hat, and went out with Uncle Wang and Xie Zhou.

Along the way, there were all five or six-year-old children, led by their families, either walking in the snow, or riding in a carriage and ox cart, heading towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Even though they are still young, these children have longing and anticipation on their faces, as if they have great expectations for cultivating immortals.

"Is Uncle Cheng still up?"

As they were walking, Xiao Xie Zhou suddenly asked.

Wuyan smiled, and responded casually: "The days are short and the nights are long in winter, and he is sleepy. He can be greedy for a while. But he is not as diligent as a dog."

"Oh." Xiao Xie Zhou's eyes lit up when he heard the words, his eyeballs rolled around, and he didn't speak.

The three of them talked about family matters one after another, and soon arrived at the City Lord's Mansion.

At this time, the sky was still bright, but there were two long queues in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

There are fewer people in one line, but those parked in the line are either luxury cars or tall horses, obviously all rich and powerful.On the other hand, there are ordinary people who are not tired of them.

The common people were shivering in the snow and their faces were pale, but none of them was willing to move.Hope your son will become a dragon, hope your daughter will become a phoenix, nothing more.

But if you really ask why these people ask for immortality, they probably won't get an answer.

The speed of the test was very fast, and most of the originally extremely long line had disappeared after two or three hours.

One after another, the lost children were taken home by their parents, and there were also some who messed around and refused to leave, and were immediately taken down by the guards of the City Lord's Mansion.

Wu Yan and the three quickly entered the mansion, and they could hear the movement of the test platform not far away.

After being blinded, Wuyan is extremely sensitive to breath and sound.

He listened for a moment, and then came to a judgment on the person coming.Roughly four monks with the strength of refining Qi and building foundations, three men and one woman.

The person in charge was a middle-aged monk, and the other two men and one woman seemed to be disciples of his sect. They respected him as uncle, and they sounded like arrogant masters with high eyes.

"A small town is indeed a small town."

A male cultivator with a sonorous accent said, "Those who have tested more than a hundred people don't even have a single one with three spiritual roots."

These people leaned against the corridor, and in front of them was a transparent white jade platform specially used for testing spiritual roots in the cultivation world.

The children in line stand up one by one, and if they emit light, it proves that they have spiritual roots.Five spirit roots have five colors, and single spirit roots have one color.

However, until now, let alone a single spiritual root, I haven't even seen a triple spiritual root.Reluctantly selecting two children with four spiritual roots and five spiritual roots is better than nothing.

The female nun next to her stared at the testing platform and replied, "It's inevitable."

"Cultivating immortals pays attention to talent, but also pays attention to diligence and understanding. Compared with others, talent is only a threshold. But it is this threshold that has blocked countless people. What about those of us who have passed the threshold? Compared with those real geniuses , we are nothing but mortals.”

There was a trace of bitterness on her pretty face, and she closed her eyes and sighed.

"Real genius?"

The young man with a gongzi accent also sank, and his arrogance faded away, "The young master of Lanyi Sect has achieved a golden elixir in ten years, the saint of Linglong Pavilion has a golden elixir for a night, and the young lord of the Wanshou sect has gone deep into the abyss of hell. There are tens of thousands of demons, retreating from the whole body, and coming out of the body..."

"Compared to them, we are indeed just mortals..."

"All right!"

The middle-aged monk who closed his eyes and meditated interrupted the two of them, "Qi Jing, Yuan Jiaojiao, you two don't want to belittle yourselves anymore. If you have the time to chat, you might as well practice hard. Maybe one day, it will become my miracle." The pride of the sect generation."

Qi Jing and Yuan Jiaojiao looked serious, and bowed together: "Master's teaching is right!"

"Also," the middle-aged monk continued, "this time the snow disaster happened, the sect is afraid that there will be troubles in the world again, and there is still a plan to send people to stay in Yanbei. The old man sees that you two have reached the peak of Qi refining Bottleneck, it’s meaningless to sit behind closed doors, it’s better to experience the world. So this time, the two of you stay in Yanbei.”

Hearing this, Qi Jing and the two were taken aback, but they had no way to refute, so they had no choice but to agree.

All the movement and movement here fell into Insanity's ears.

The reason why he agreed to Uncle Wang's visit was because he wanted to inquire about news from the cultivation world.Now after listening to a few words, no one mentioned him and Cheng Siqi at all.

The replacement of geniuses is so fast.

If this was in the past, he would definitely sigh and sigh, things are different.But now, it is the best result not to hear their names.

They and the realm of comprehension should be forgotten in pairs.

It's just that if there are monks stationed in Yanbei in the future, they should keep a low profile.

Xiao Xie Zhou's test results did not show any miracles.

There was no trace of light, which proved that he was just an ordinary child without the slightest aptitude for cultivating immortals.

However, compared to Uncle Wang's sighs and forced smiles, little Xie Zhou appeared calm and calm. He saluted several monks calmly like a young adult, and walked down from the platform.

"It's okay, grandpa's good grandson, even if he can't become a fairy, we can do something else!"

Uncle Wang carried little Xie Zhou in his arms and walked out of the city lord's mansion together with Wuyan.

"Do you want to study, son of a bitch? Your mother said you like to read and recognize characters, otherwise I will send you to school to learn in spring? Maybe our old Wang family will produce a Wenqu star in the future!"

Uncle Wang braced himself to conceive, but suddenly heard Xie Zhou say: "Grandpa, I want to learn sword."

Insatiable's footsteps faltered, and his face hidden under the bamboo hat turned slightly sideways.

"Learn sword?"

Uncle Wang was stunned, as if he hadn't expected the answer.

But then he thought of the small wooden sword Xiao Xie Zhou asked him to make, and those messy martial arts swordsmanship stuffed in the corner, and he became more affirmative: "It's not impossible to learn swords, but we in Yanbei City haven't heard of it. I'm afraid I have to go to the county town for the swordsmanship hall."

As he said that, Uncle Wang suddenly found that the atmosphere around him was a bit strange.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Xiao Xie Zhou blinking, looking at Wu Yan next to him with a pitiful and aggrieved look.

Hearing Xie Zhou's opening, Wuyan knew what this little thing was up to.

Smiling slightly, he asked, "Your Uncle Cheng practices swordsmanship, how much have you learned secretly?"

Xiao Xie Zhou frowned, and honestly shook his head: "I haven't learned a single point."

Before Wuyan could speak, Uncle Wang became anxious when he heard the answer.

From the conversation between the two of them, he could hear that his grandson had been thinking about Cheng Siqi's swordsmanship for a long time.Although he didn't see Doctor Cheng practicing sword at all, so he didn't know what level it was, but his grandson liked it, and it's okay to play casually at a young age.Just hearing the grandson of Shicheng open his mouth, Uncle Wang felt that this matter was going to be ruined.

You haven't learned a single point, with such poor comprehension, what kind of sword do you practice?

Not even a flattery to say!

"Master Wuyan, the child is young, don't listen to his nonsense, just practice with Dibo..."

Uncle Wang just said half of his redeeming words, then Wuyan suddenly said: "Okay. After breakfast, let's come to the medical hall to learn from the teacher."

Uncle Wang was stunned, but Xiao Xie Zhou immediately cheered: "Thank you, Master!"

Hearing the voice of master, Wu Yan couldn't help feeling a little warm in his heart.

Of course, he had already discovered Cheng Siqi's little tricks in the past.

Cheng Siqi had taken a fancy to Xie Zhou long ago.Otherwise, with the caution of the two of them, if someone peeks at Cheng Siqi practicing his sword, how could they not know?

Even if there is only a faint trace of Xuanjianzong's firewood, Cheng Siqi wants to keep it.Otherwise, this will be a regret in his life, and he will never forget it until his death.

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