Tibetan Scripture Pavilion

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the young man stood in the corridor of the tower, his light blue skirt blowing.Looking into the distance, the mountains are rolling, the brows are slightly wrinkled, and there is an indescribable depression.

There was a commotion, the man lowered his head, and saw several disciples gathered in the courtyard, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard from the crowd.

With a flick of his sleeves, without waiting for a closer look, the man has teleported from the corridor of more than ten floors to the courtyard.Several disciples seemed to have sensed it, and when they turned around, they saw the youngest martial uncle in the pavilion, who had extremely high martial arts skills, and they all stepped out of the way. When the man walked to the middle, he saw a disciple who was in the same grade as him wearing a backpack on his back. Bao, holding a swaddle covered with mud soup in his hand, the baby in the swaddle kept crying.

"Uncle Ziya!"

The disciple holding the baby looked up and saw the man approaching, and cried out.The man glanced at him, then at the swaddle in his hand.

"Ning Yuan, what's going on?"

"Today, I was ordered by my master to go down the mountain to chant scriptures for three days. I was resting by a mud swamp halfway up the mountain. Suddenly I heard a baby crying. When I searched for it, I found that the child was thrown in the reeds beside the mud swamp. It rained heavily yesterday, and the child might have been drenched, so I felt a little hot, so I hurriedly brought it back."

After hearing this, Ziya frowned. He approached Ningyuan, stretched out his hand to press down some swaddling clothes, and looked at the crying baby. The baby's face was burning red and his skin was wrinkled. was abandoned.

"It's so noisy, what's the matter?"

Just as Ziya was thinking about it, a powerful inquiry came from behind him, Ziya turned his head,

"Brother, Ning Yuan picked up another baby."

The person who came was the current head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a head of Yiyi, tall and powerful, although he was the head, he was only in his infancy.

A letter glanced at the crying child, frowned and looked at Ziya again,

"Hey, in this troubled world, both parents have to bear the pain and abandon their child. This is the third child this month. Forget it, if the Sutra Pavilion is not destroyed, there is no such thing as dying. Ning Yuan, Hurry up and take the child to the west courtyard, and hand it over to your senior brother Ning Xin to take care of him."

"Yes!"

Ning Yuan responded and wrapped up the child, and ran to the west courtyard with his arms in his arms. Ziya watched him run away, and the frown between his brows seemed to deepen.

"Ziya, I heard that you were injured while practicing kung fu in the back mountain the day before yesterday. I have been dealing with trivial matters in the pavilion, but I have no time to ask in the future, but you are alright?"

"It's okay, brother worrying about all kinds of matters in the pavilion, it's been a lot of hard work, it's just a little trauma, don't worry about it."

A glance at the young junior disciple, Ziya has not yet crowned, but his face is already mature, he stretched out his hand to touch Ziya's wrist, felt for his pulse, then put it down again, and nodded.

"Okay, just be more careful in the future."

Ziya nodded, dismissed the disciples in front of him, and turned back to the tower.Ziya sighed, waved his sleeves, and disappeared.

Although it was early autumn, it was a bit chilly. Ziya finished his sword training from the back mountain, and walked back against the autumn wind with his sword in hand. Passing by the outer wall of the west courtyard, he clearly heard the sound of hurried footsteps and the heart-piercing cry of a baby inside. Crying, Ziya frowned, and stood outside the room where the crying came out.Frowning and looking at the door, before he opened the door to enter, he saw an eight or nine-year-old disciple hurriedly pushed the door and ran out, almost bumping his head into Ziya's arms, Ziya stretched out a hand to touch his forehead ,

"Ning Xin, I have told you many times as a teacher, don't be impatient when things happen."

Ning Xin didn't realize it for a while, but when she looked up, it was her master scolding her with a straight face, and immediately stood up straight.

"Master, Master!"

Ziya didn't respond, just stared at him for a while, then looked into the room.

"What happened, why did the baby cry like this?"

"Master, master, please take a look. I asked Ning Hai to look for you just now, but you didn't come back. The child Ning Yuan sent in the afternoon was red all over and crying. I asked Elder Mu Zhang to prescribe medicine, but Eating it has no effect at all..."

Before Ning Xin could finish speaking, Ziya passed him and walked into the room, came to the bedside and looked at the crying baby with closed eyes.Ziya waved his hand to mobilize some internal energy and injected it from the baby's forehead. Before the internal energy entered the baby's body, Ziya suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at the child in front of him with some surprise and doubt.Seeing Master's appearance like this, Ning Xin was also puzzled,

"Master?"

Ziya tilted his head slightly, hesitating for a while,

"Ning Xin, take off this child's clothes."

Ning Xin hurriedly unwrapped the swaddling clothes and took off the single clothes she put on for the child in the afternoon. The baby was completely red with fever and was crying heart-piercingly. Ning Xin felt really distressed and looked at the master begging for help.Ziya didn't care about anything else, once again luck reached the baby's forehead, Ning Xin didn't know why, and saw the master's frown became more and more fierce, and the baby's crying did not decrease but increased.

Suddenly, a faint light flashed, Ning Xin hurriedly looked down at the child, and saw a huge tattoo on the left half of the baby's body, from feet to arms, resembling dragon scales, appearing and disappearing, Ning Xin's eyes widened in shock.Ziya withdrew his hands and looked at the child on the bed solemnly.

"Master, master, this, what's going on here?"

Ning Xin couldn't speak smoothly, Ziya stared at the child for a while, waved his hand, the cry of the child gradually weakened, and then he fell asleep.

"If he wakes up again, just stroke his sleeping point, no other treatment is needed."

"Yes, but..."

Ning Xin was worried that the child would be overwhelmed with such a high fever, but when she looked up, she met Master's serious and somewhat indifferent eyes, so she shut her mouth and stopped talking.

Ziya turned around to leave, but just after taking two steps, he turned his head and said:

"Don't tell others what you saw today, after this child will be raised by you."

After all, before Ning Xin could react, there were no other people in the room, leaving only a faint fragrance of flowers.

Ziya came to a letter from the head of the house, raised his hand halfway, but didn't move anymore.

"What can make my youngest brother, who is the most calm, hesitate so much?"

There was a burst of low laughter in the room, and the headmaster Honghou's voice came out, Ziya paused, then pushed the door and walked in.

One is holding a book, leaning on the chair to read it, seeing the younger brother approaching, put down the book in his hand, and looked up at him with a half-smile.

Ziya glanced at him indifferently, pursed his lips, and said calmly:

"Brother, can the child that Ning Yuan and Ni Ze picked up today be my disciple?"

"Oh?"

A raised eyebrow, with an expression of surprise and curiosity,

"Why? You, who have always disliked others, have only had Ning Xin as a disciple for many years. What kind of talent does this child have today, so that you can be tempted."

Ziya stood in front of the table, hesitated for a moment,

"Maybe it's fate with me."

Staring at this little junior for a long time, Ziya has a pretty face, clear and good-looking, but always has a face that does not disturb strangers.His figure is soft and powerful, not to mention a martial arts prodigy, he is definitely very human in a crowd.A heart-to-heart letter, what he didn't want to say was that there was no answer.

"You are willing to accept apprentices, senior brother, I should sing and dance. This child should belong to your disciples and educate him well."

Ziya's eyebrows stretched, the corners of his mouth lightened, and he nodded in gratitude.A smile made him leave, Ziya turned around and didn't walk a few steps, when he heard a letter, he seemed to think of something, and asked:

"Hey, this kid belongs to you, but you have a name for him?"

Ziya stood sideways, and after being quiet for a long time, he lightened his thin lips and said:

"Hang Zhe Sai Hong passed through Chu Ze, and the shallow and dark mangroves saw Yangzhou. He picked it up in the mud, and it was Chu Ze."

He frowned after hearing one, the disciples of this generation are all of the Ning generation, even Ziya's most unique disciple is named Ning Xin.This Chu Ze did not seem to be a disciple of the Cangjing Pavilion.He asked Ziya's name, hoping that he might be able to hear some meaning from the child's name, but he didn't expect to hear him even more puzzled.

The two were relatively silent for a while, and one sighed:

"Forget it, the rules in this cabinet have always seemed like nothing to you. When Master was alive, he couldn't control you. I have nothing to say. Go as you like."

After hearing this, Ziya turned around and bowed.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Haihan."