In the backlight, the gate of the Treasure Hall opened, and the blue-haired girl came out slowly, with a bright smile on her face.
This kind of smile has been seen many times by the three elders who have lived for many years, and almost every disciple who has obtained the natal magic weapon will show this kind of smile when they come out.
Brilliant, clean, pure, ignorant of the world.
As time passed, some people fell, some died silently outside, and some fought for the sect and died violently. The instruments they once used either fell with their masters, or were locked into the Treasure Hall, waiting for the next master.
Some of the instruments in this Treasure Hall were created by the master craftsmen of Yunhuamen in the past dynasties, some were obtained from the secret realm, and some belonged to… relics. Since the founding of the sect, how many disciples Yunhua Sect has accepted and how many have fallen, they can't remember. The only thing that can prove their existence is only in the wooden building behind Li Yangtang, piece by piece of jade plaques that have lost their light.
Compared with those jade tablets that have lost their luster, these disciples who have just established their foundations are so fresh, so fresh that they are so old that they wish they could live a smooth life and never encounter hardships.
"Konghou has obtained the magic weapon, thank you three elders." The girl walked up to the three elders and held the magic tool over her head with both hands. The magic weapon was shining brightly in her hands.
"It's a good thing." Elder Qiushuang praised, "The sound is pervasive, and almost no one can stop it. But if you want to use it well, you need to practice harder. With your current cultivation, you can only use it, but it's not good. ."
"Go back and have a good understanding, try to connect with it as soon as possible, and let it become part of your body instinct." Elder Shu Jiu smiled, "We believe you can do your best."
"Thank you elders, the younger generation will work harder and not let the elders down." He clenched his phoenix head tightly, Kong Hou's tender face was full of vitality.
"It's nice to be young." Qiu Shuang likes good-looking juniors, especially energetic juniors. She took out an auspicious cloud jade hairpin and inserted it between Konghou's hair, "This is a sword I made, called Shuishui, and I gave it to you as a handy weapon. It's... a gift from me."
After he finished speaking, he flew away without waiting for Konghou to say his thanks.
Gu Yu walked in front of Konghou, looked at the phoenix headed Konghou in her hand for a moment, and sighed, "Although the journey to self-cultivation is difficult and dangerous, you must remember not to lose your Dao heart. You can work hard, but don't rush into jealousy. Forever."
Konghou looked at Gu Yu Zhang Lao, he didn't quite understand why he said such serious words, but he kept these words in his heart. This is the elder of this sect, these words will definitely not harm her, "Konghou remember it."
"Okay." Gu Yu nodded, turned to Wu Chuan and said, "Go back and tell your master, I'm going to retreat for a while, don't send me a message if you have nothing to do."
"Yes." Wu Chuan cupped his hands and replied, "Elder please rest assured."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Konghou saw a bit of emotion and helplessness in Elder Gu Yu's eyes. But she felt that she was wrong. She was so young, how could she see the thoughts of the elders.
After the elders left, she put away the phoenix head in her hand and ran to the three senior brothers: "Senior Brother Wuchuan, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, I have kept you waiting for a long time."
Cheng Yi smiled warmly, and Tan Feng next to him said, "You are so lucky. The sword that Elder Qiu Shuang made by himself is not something anyone can ask for. She actually gave you one."
Touching the auspicious cloud hairpin in his hair, Kong Hou squinted his eyes and smiled: "Maybe it's because I have a little similarity with Elder Qiu Shuang."
"Where is it similar?"
"It looks better."
Tan Feng: "..."
When it was over, the junior sister followed the master and learned badly.
When the two brothers and sisters were about to fight, Wu Chuan said, "Since Junior Sister Konghou has obtained the instrument of life, I will leave."
"Senior Brother Wuchuan, today is a good day for my sister to get the magic weapon. In order to celebrate her, let's go have a drink." Tan Feng walked over and took his shoulder, "Let's go."
"No, I..."
"Let's go, let me tell you, my master hid a few pots of good wine and buried them in the ground. It's a pity not to drink it." Before Wuchuan refused, Tan Feng took him and left. In any case, it is useless to reason with the senior master of the palm faction who is always stern, so it is better to do it directly.
Cheng Yi and Konghou walked behind the two of them, Cheng Yi turned to look at Konghou: "Junior sister, your expression doesn't seem right?"
"Is there?" Konghou touched his face, feeling a little embarrassed, "Have you seen it by Senior Brother?"
He was raised as a junior sister by half a daughter, how could he not see that something was wrong with her: "Don't like the selected magic weapon?"
The breeze came slowly and blew the hem of Konghou's clothes. At only fourteen years old, she already had a beauty that was unique to women: "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that fate is a little impermanent."
"On the day I was born, an envoy from a subordinate country sent a phoenix-headed Konghou to my father. The father was very happy and let the musicians play it on the spot. He didn't even bother to look at the birth of the mother, not even my name. That's why." Konghou sighed, "After Emperor Jinghong rebelled, my father was killed, my mother committed suicide, and my name became a joke."
She still remembers that the concubines and children of Jinghong Emperor's Palace often asked her if she was very good at playing Konghou? At that time, she seemed to have no choice but to giggle.
Unexpectedly, when she came to Lingyoujie, her natal magic weapon was finally a phoenix-headed Konghou.
Cheng Yi quietly listened to Konghou talking about the past, but he didn't enlighten her, and he didn't make big sense. When they arrived at the gate of Konghou's cave, Cheng Yi said, "But you still chose it."
"Yeah." Konghou smiled, "It's useless to escape. I have the courage to look forward to the future and the determination to face the past."
Cheng Yi laughed lightly when he heard the words, and he knew that the younger sister's temperament was better than that of him and Tan Feng. It's like... Born for the path of Taoism, she will go further and stand taller than them.
"Senior brother, starting today, I'm going to retreat for a while." Konghou gave Cheng Yi a big gift.
"it is good."
Cheng Yi stood outside the door, watching Kong Hou's cave door slam shut. Turning around and straightening his clothes, he strode to the entrance of Tanfeng Cave Mansion, hoping that the second junior brother would still have some conscience and left him a few sips of wine.
Unable to get out of the past, sometimes it becomes the shackles of monks. The physical bondage is terrifying, and the most terrifying is the self-imprisonment of the mind. Konghou knew that if she couldn't understand the things in the mortal world, she would never be able to integrate with the magic weapon of her life, and she would not be able to exert the maximum power of the magic weapon in the future.
She resented her father's incompetence, slaughtered herself for her mother's queen, and felt aggrieved because of others' bullying, but all this was caused by people, not any object, let alone a musical instrument.
The existence of all things in the world has its own reason, they are not wrong, the wrong is people who can't control their desires.
Spring to autumn, cold to summer. Two years have passed in a hurry. In the early morning of one day, a soft Konghou song resounded through Qiyue Peak, and then spread from Qiyue Peak to the outside of the peak.
"What kind of sound is this?" On the road to Xianxian, countless people looked around, as if looking for the direction of the sound. The song was soft and gentle, and after listening to it, even their sore legs seemed to feel a little more comfortable.
Seeing that the other people were still trying their best to climb up, the person who asked didn't dare to delay, and used their hands and feet to climb up.
Only by climbing up can you truly embark on the path of asking immortals.