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

Sun hanging frost forest.

The undulating peaks and ice caps are as bright as a sharpened blade.There is a flowing golden light and silver light falling silently from it, covering the snow foxes walking in the forest and the streams breaking through the ice, making the mountains sleepy and warm.

Insatiable just took a look at this beautiful scenery, and his eyes were covered by a hand.

There was still a thin layer of sweat on the palm of this hand, and there was a tooth mark on the rounded joints, which was slightly closed, covered with a hot breath, and dispelled the coldness of the mountains and plains.

"It's just mountains and rivers, how beautiful are they?"

The shameless words were extremely arrogant and seemed natural.

Tiny kisses were attached to the side of the face and neck, and I felt that the person in my arms became restless again, hooking his fingers, like pondering some jade object, slowly rubbing them with soft fingertips, still lying on the He rolled over on his body.

"It's still noisy."

Insatiable held down Cheng Siqi's waist, stroked his sweaty back with his palm, and said in a hoarse voice with a smile, "It's been more than 90 days, my legs don't hurt, my waist doesn't hurt, haven't I learned enough lessons?"

"I'm a swordsman."

Cheng Siqi lay on Wuyan's body and started to touch him, saying vaguely, "With my physique, let alone more than 90 days, even if it's more than 90 years, I can still defeat you in the dual cultivation. Be good, Brother Wuyan, lie down!" Come on, I want to ride..."

The mouthful of coquettish words was stopped by a helpless kiss before she could speak quickly.

"Well."

Cheng Siqi moved impatiently, and kissed Wuyan's lips, but Wuyan pinched the back of his neck and pulled him up, patting his lower back.

"stand up."

Seeing that the fire that had been burning for more than 90 days had just subsided, he was about to be teased again, so he had to raise his eyebrows, pinched Cheng Siqi's waist, restrained him, pulled him into his arms and put on his cassock, "The newly recruited disciples will go up the mountain to pay homage to the patriarch later. Are you planning to go there naked?"

"That won't work."

Cheng Siqi gave an insatiable arch and blinked, "I only show you my bare butt."

"It's a bit like a suzerain."

Squeezing the back of Cheng Siqi's neck indulgently, and waving his hands endlessly, the two of them were fully dressed, and they never saw the arrogance lying on the snow just now, "Today's disciples enter the gate, and tomorrow is the grand ceremony of reopening the mountain gate. Don't be soft-legged." Enter the main peak hall."

Having said that, Cheng Siqi really felt that his calves were trembling a little, so he quickly lay down on Wuyan's back again.

Wuyan has nothing to do with this piece of dog skin plaster, so he had to drag him out like this.

The golden lotus that covered the two of them tightly also slowly unfurled its leaves and petals, blurring to nothing in the light and shadow.If the old monks of Tianyin Temple really saw that the dignified Buddhist formation was used for double cultivation in the wilderness, even if they were Mahayana, they might have to enter the confinement Buddhist hall again.

As soon as he came out, Xie Zhou's sound transmission talisman arrived.

"Master, master, the disciple's remodeling of the golden core has been completed, and the matter of accepting apprentices is being processed. I also invite master and master to go to the mountain gate to have a look."

The tone is usually indifferent.

But for some reason, there was a trace of sadness and sadness.

However, this heartache and grievance could not shake the two old and shameless cheeks at all. Cheng Siqi buried his face in Wuyan's neck and said in a low voice, "This brat must be lonely and jealous of me."

Wu Yan was too lazy to care about the little bastard who wanted to raise the fox's tail, turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.

Xie Zhou's grievances are really justified.

Ever since Wuyan and Cheng Siqi came back to life in front of his eyes, leading him all the way to Xuanjianzong, he has always been in a daze.He has been in the cultivation world for many years, so he has naturally heard of the prestige of Xuanjianzong and Cheng Siqi.

There is admiration and admiration in this news, but also resentment.

But no matter what, he never thought that his master who practiced medicine and saved lives in Yanbei City was Cheng Siqi of Xuanjianzong.And his master is the Buddha Lord Wuyan who is known as the Supreme Devil and the Supreme Buddha.

He digested this fact for several days before he accepted it completely.

And just when he accepted this fact and was about to ask something else, he realized that in just a blink of an eye, the rebuilding of the huge Xuanjianzong was all left on him.And those two little old men who had recovered their youth went straight into the formation and didn't come out for more than 90 days.

Even if you have been holding back for more than ten or twenty years, you shouldn't be in such a hurry!

In desperation, Xie Zhou held his sword in his arms and began to deal with Xuan Jianzong's affairs with a stomach full of sadness.

Fortunately, he had also established Yanbei's casual cultivator forces from scratch, and he also had a golden core cultivation base, and he was backed by Huashen Mahayana, so he was not afraid of anything in his actions.

In addition, due to various reasons, all sects and sects gave in a step, and the matter of Xuanjianzong reopening the mountain gate seemed to be extremely smooth.

"Congratulations, master and father, for leaving the customs."

On top of a sword peak is Xuanjianzong's new mountain gate.

The wind is fierce, the clothes are flying, and the surrounding clouds and mists are billowing, covering the sky and the sun.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Xie Zhou was concentrating on watching the teenagers climbing up the mountain path, and suddenly felt something, so he kowtowed in one direction.

A crack in the void opened, and Wu Yan stepped forward with the little sticky cake behind him.

"Get up."

Wu Yan smiled, "I've worked hard for you these days, wait for your lazy master to work hard in another day, and let him reforge a natal sword for you. In the past, I wanted to do it but was powerless, but now I can't wrong you anymore."

As he said that, he patted Cheng Siqi on the back without hesitation.

After being slapped across the face, Cheng Siqi responded, "Yes."

Hearing this feeble sound, Xie Zhou's heart was slightly relieved.

Just now when he saw Wuyan appearing with a corpse-like figure on his back, Xie Zhou really thought that his Master Shuangxiu, who had not come back to life easily, had been killed again.

Seeing his master's clingy appearance, Xie Zhou didn't care, and turned to Wuyan and said: "Master, look, those who are going up the mountain are those who have passed the first two screenings. As long as they pass With this last pass, you can become a formal disciple of my Xuanjianzong."

He sighed: "Now that the mountain gate is reopened, there are not many people, and it is inconvenient to distinguish between inner and outer sects. The disciples are the masters, and they are all included in the inner sect to practice swordsmanship."

"There are quite a few people who come here because of fame, but most of them passed the first level."

Xie Zhou and You smiled proudly, "Among them, senior Leaving Body and Huashen wanted to enter the mountain gate to be an elder guest. I didn't dare to accept because Master and Father were not here. These are the jade slips they left behind, saying If interested, please contact them."

Several jade slips flew out and landed in front of Wuyan.

"It's time-conscious."

Wu Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his finger and swept in front of these jade slips, most of the jade slips were shattered immediately, and at the same time, there seemed to be vague screams coming from the jade slips.

The remaining jade slips were gathered into Wu Yan's hands and handed to Xie Zhou.

"Xuanjianzong has me."

There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were full of coldness, "Whoever dares to reach out, just chop it off. There is no need to think about the rest, you go to contact."

Xie Zhou's eyes showed admiration: "Master really..."

"Brother Wuyan is really amazing."

Cheng Siqi suddenly raised his head, and kissed Wuyan's face forcefully.

Filled with admiration and praise, Xie Zhou stopped talking, his face turned green, he couldn't see it, and for a moment he deeply felt that he had committed a crime by worshiping under Cheng Siqi's sect.I'm afraid Cheng Siqi accepted him as his apprentice at the beginning, because he wanted to inherit the Xuanjian sect, but because he lacked someone to see him show off.

Just as he was lamenting his sad journey as an apprentice, Xie Zhou heard Cheng Siqi suddenly say, "Stinky boy, is Wan Jianzhong ready?"

Xie Zhou was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "It's finished, all the swords have returned to their places."

This is the most important thing for Cheng Siqi, even before double cultivation.As soon as he returned to Xuanjianzong, he wiped clean the broken swords in the coffin one by one, and put them back in the rebuilt Wanjian Tomb.Wuyan repaired the formation with Buddhist magic, and Wan Jianzhong was more than half restored.

"At the end of this road, it directly connects to Wanjian Tomb."

Cheng Siqi jumped down from Wuyan's back, and with a wave of his hand, an illusory passage appeared in the middle of the mountain road ahead.

He looked at the young man who was sweating profusely and pale, but was still unyielding and climbing upwards, and threw the extreme passion sword, "If you want to become a sword cultivator, you must have the highest xinxing, followed by comprehension, and aptitude is the least important. A good mind and comprehension must also be suitable for sword practice."

"If you can't even bring out a sword, then it's better not to enter this door."

No matter how lazy and stubborn he is usually, when it comes to sword practice, Cheng Siqi is very serious and careful.

The sword cultivators of Xuanjianzong choose different kendos and have different attitudes towards swords.There are those who love swords like Pei Luqing and wish they could marry back home, and there are also those like Lu Nan who drink and eat meat with Jian as brothers.

But no matter what kind, what comes first is sincerity.

He treats the sword with sincerity, and the sword follows him loyally.

Under the influence of Jiqingjian's delusion and infatuation, if he can still impress a sword with his sincerity from the Wanjian Tomb, then he can be regarded as a disciple of Xuanjianzong recognized by Cheng Siqi.

"Will it be too difficult?"

Xie Zhou said worriedly.

Cheng Siqi glanced at him: "When everyone is an elm lump like you? There are many talents in the spirit world, just watch. When the time comes, the first one who chooses the sword and brings it out, you will accept him as our Xuanjian sect." Do you know the Great Kaishan Disciple?"

Just about to nod, Xie Zhou's face froze suddenly: "I accept it?"

Cheng Siqi leaned on Wuyan, and said as a matter of course: "Your master and I are busy with dual cultivation, so we don't have time. Your boy has delayed our time in Yanbei, so let's not add trouble now. The people in Yanbei City should take care of you." Come here, don't leave these mountains empty."

Xie Zhou struggled with all his strength: "What if the disciple has a Taoist companion and wants to practice dual cultivation?"

Hearing this, Cheng Siqi's expression changed, and he slapped Xie Zhou's head with a slap, and said solemnly: "You haven't practiced your sword yet, so you want to find a Taoist partner? Just your way of swordsmanship is not perfect, half a bottle of water Just hang around here, still double cultivating?"

"Shuangxiu affects your sword practice!"

Xie Zhou struggled and failed, like every moment when he was excluded in the past, he hugged his sword and shrank to the side alone.

While speaking, several teenagers had already crossed the mountain road.

The young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes looked only twelve or thirteen years old, but his expression was very calm.

He passed three levels, and his hands and feet were covered with scars, dripping blood.But he didn't seem to care, he tore off the cloth strips and bound them up without frowning.

After walking a few steps forward, he saw the entrance of Wanjian Tomb.

The young man showed vigilance, looked carefully, and was about to go around, but suddenly his expression was startled, affected by the Jiqing sword, he walked into the Wanjian Tomb involuntarily.

"First."

Cheng Siqi took a closer look, "This kid looks good, if he can bring out a sword, he can be regarded as an excellent trainer..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Hearing Cheng Siqi's sudden silence, he subconsciously followed Cheng Siqi's line of sight, and saw the young boy with sword eyebrows and starry eyes entering the Tomb of Thousand Swords just now, turning a blind eye to the fiery sky and the vast land full of long swords , but ran straight to a broken rapier, half kneeling down.

His face was empty and his face was full of tears.

"Shushen, I'm back..."

The boy pulled out the thin sword, hugged it in his arms, and kept wiping it with the hem of his clothes, as if he was tireless.

He repeated this sentence in a low voice over and over again, tears fell, wet the skirt of his clothes, and sprinkled the blade.

The damaged patterns on the rapier slowly lit up one by one, as if washed away by the tears.

The sound of the sword is loud and joyful, just like meeting old people again.

Holding the sword in his arms, the young man wiped away his tears, and also frowned, laughing.

"See the deer when the tree is deep."

Cheng Siqi stared at the young man in a daze, his eyes were sore, and the words he spoke trembled slightly, "Brother's name is Pei Luqing, he was just learning the art of kendo, and he got an unnamed broken sword from Wanjianzhong, named Shushen. Wipe the sword every day, Don't dare to leave."

He looked tirelessly.

Wuyan patted his head, and said in a low voice: "Even if there is no reincarnation, even if there is only a ray of spirituality left in the world, they want to come back. This is their home, and you are their little brother."

Looking at the bewildered young boy who woke up holding the sword in Wan Jianzhong, Cheng Siqi's dry eyes finally burst into a trace of warmth.

After a long while, he smiled in relief, and lightly flicked the blade of Jiqing Sword: "Welcome home, brothers."

A sword cry, piercing the clouds and fog, instantly spread all over Xuanjianzong.

The remnant swords in Wanjian Tomb seemed to feel something, and they all trembled slightly.

On the mountain road, a few teenagers raised their heads in a daze, feeling the coldness on their cheeks, and their hands were full of tears.

The author has something to say: You can see deer when the tree is deep, but you can't hear the bell at noon in the stream.

——Li Bai.