He Xiyun was a little unhappy.
Qixianmen is just a small sect with its back to see the blood sect, far less than his own division.
But under the eaves, she did not look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face. She dared to offend the Qixianmen, but she did not dare to offend the blood sect behind the Qixianmen.
While He Xiyun was struggling, Chang Ming stepped forward.
The leading Qixianmen disciples looked them up and down.
Obviously, the two of them are not like ordinary villagers or wanderers. Although they are described as being in a mess, but the sword in He Xiyun's hand shows her identity.
"In Xia Linhan, may I ask your two fellow Daoists, their surnames, and who are you from? This place is sheltered by the Seven Strings Gate. If you are free, you might as well go up the mountain with us for a cup of hot tea."
The attitude is not enthusiastic, but it is a lot more polite than before.
He Xiyun: "Thank you, my fellow Daoist, He Xiyun, I came from Qingbei Mountain and passed by here, I don't want to disturb you."
When she bowed her hands and saluted, she deliberately showed her scabbard, so that the other party could see the mark of the teacher's gate, indicating that she was not lying.
See Blood Sect has many enemies, but Qingbei Mountain is not one of them.
Lin Han nodded, relaxed his vigilance, and took the initiative to explain a few more words.
"We went to Qingshui Village today to select disciples, and we didn't greet you well. Please forgive me, you two may sit in the room for a while, and then talk to the two of you when I'm done."
He Xiyun politely declined: "I have something important to do, and I am in a hurry to return to the teacher's door to report. Please forgive me for not being able to stay for a long time, and I will come to visit another day."
Because of her brother's death, there was a trace of anxiety between her brows, and Lin Han saw it in his eyes and felt that it was not a fake.
"If that's the case, then..."
"Your faction chooses a disciple, do you think I'm suitable?"
Chang Ming spoke coldly, leaving Lin Han stunned.
He Xiyun explained next to him, "Brother Changming is a fellow Daoist I met on the way. He has saved my life. I originally wanted to invite him to Qingbei Mountain as a guest."
Chang Ming: "I am seriously injured, I have no skills, and even my head is dizzy all day long. I am not sure. I am afraid that it will not work after traveling a long distance. I wonder if there are vacancies in the outside door for your sect to do chores?"
Lin Han looked at the group of seven or eight-year-old children waiting to be selected, and then looked at Chang Ming. The meaning was obvious: our Qixianmen is for disciples, not a nursing home.
Besides, the origin of this person is unknown. It is hard to say whether he is a spy and an enemy. How can Qixianmen take people in casually
"Fellow Daoist Lin, let's say a few words, you should do your job first."
He Xiyun tugged at the corner of Changming's clothes and pulled him aside.
"Brother Dao, Qixianmen is backed to see the blood sect. There are no big things, and there are many small things. You might as well go back to Qingbei Mountain with me. There are beautiful mountains and rivers, which will help you heal."
Chang Ming: "I'm afraid my body can't hold up there, even if I can't enter the outer door, I can find a place at the foot of the mountain to settle down and recuperate."
He Xiyun hesitated for a moment: "Then I..."
"When I recover, I will go to Qingbei Mountain to see you." Changming gave her a soothing smile.
He Xiyun remembered the death of his fellow apprentice and brother, and he couldn't say what he wanted to stay with him for a while.
This person met her by chance, but it was no longer the embarrassed appearance of Luo Tuo when they first met.
Perhaps because of the gradual recovery of his memory, two or three days of time gradually rubbed off the despair between his brows, and the whole person became more clear and sparse, as bright as the moon, just like this smile, also-
Although it is said that practitioners should not be deceived by the appearance of skin, the most unreliable thing in the world is the appearance of skin and flesh, but it is not an immortal or a Buddha.
He Xiyun seemed to understand something, hurriedly looked away, and forced a smile.
"Well, now that you've decided, I'll go help you and tell fellow Daoist Lin that Qingbei Mountain is not a sect, but it still has one or two points of face. I'll come back to see you when I go back to the teacher's sect to report the accident. "
She turned back to look for Lin Han, took out a green jade hairpin from her sleeve and handed it over.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, Fellow Daoist Changming is seriously injured, and he really can't travel long distances. Can you let him settle down in your sect for a while, and then I'll pick him up after a while."
"This… "
Lin Han's eyes fell on the hairpin.
He Xiyun smiled and said: "This hairpin was made by my uncle Lingfei, who became famous for refining tools. It is not a famous tool, but it is most suitable for women's self-defense. You can give it to your sweetheart or female elders, and I have the right to be a little bit more. meet and greet."
Lin Han really couldn't move his eyes.
To be honest, Qixianmen is not a wealthy martial art.
As a non-core disciple, Lin Han can get even less resources.
This time, he came out to help select disciples, and it was also an errand that he finally won. I thought it was a fat poor man, but in the villages he was assigned to, all of them had mediocre family backgrounds and couldn't come up with anything good to show respect.
Just now, Lin Han hinted several times, indicating that those who have the conditions can participate in the selection first and have a good chance of becoming an entry-level disciple. Those stupid children didn't even hear it.
On the contrary, He Xiyun became the first person to give gifts after he descended the mountain.
Lin Han hesitated, wanting to welcome but refusing.
"I'm afraid something is out of order..."
He Xiyun smiled and said, "If you put Daoist Changming there at his age, it is not suitable for you to start from scratch. If you do some chores that are not too hard, you can ask him to help, and you will not waste your quota."
Lin Hansong said, "There is still a shortage of cooks in the kitchen outside the door..."
He beckoned Changming to come over.
"Can you cook?"
Chang Ming: "A little bit."
Lin Han: "What?"
Chang Ming thought for a while: "Does toon scrambled eggs count?"
The corners of Lin Han's mouth twitched, and he thought that you must have come up with the aroma of the family behind you making scrambled eggs with toon, right
Chang Ming looked sincere: "I'm very smart and can learn."
There is no need for any cultivation in the kitchen, and it doesn’t even matter if the food is delicious or not, because it’s not Lin Han’s food anyway.
Lin Han touched the hairpin in his sleeve and agreed.
He Xiyun was not at ease, and after saying goodbye, he repeatedly warned.
"Although Qixianmen has not heard of any bad deeds, but they are backed by the blood sect, the Daoist brother should pay attention to it, and don't push yourself in everything."
Chang Ming said: "Thank you for your hairpin, I will find a better one for you later."
He Xiyun only regarded him as being polite, but because of the ties between the two, she was also satisfied.
Saying goodbye to He Xiyun, Chang Ming, a person with amnesia, has officially become a member of the chores in the kitchen room outside Qixianmen.
Dazzling three months have passed.
For Qixianmen, taking Changming in was just a trivial episode.
In addition to selecting new disciples to enter, there is another major event in Qixianmen, and that is the wedding of the most beloved disciple of the head, Liu Xiyu, to marry the daughter of the Xiao family.
The Xiao family has been an official for many generations. In the previous generation, Xiao Zangfeng, who was a prodigy, was born. Although Xiao Zangfeng has not married yet, his niece has reached the marriageable age. Come out on top.
The reason is not only because Liu Xiyu, as the most valued direct disciple of the head of Qixianmen, is very likely to take over the throne in the future, but also because he is extremely talented, known as a rare sight in a century, not only can he control the town at a young age. The seven-star lyre, the treasure of the pai, also broke through the cultivation base during the day, and the spiritual power skyrocketed, attracting the celestial phenomenon of dragons and phoenixes.
If there is no accident, Liu Xiaoyu is very likely to lead Qixianmen on the road to ZTE.
Such a proud son of heaven, even if he was born in a small sect, still has enough money to be proud of, and he is a perfect match for the daughter of the Xiao family, who can also be called a talented woman.
The marriage of the eldest disciple, the direct descendant of the sect head, is approaching, and dozens of new disciples have entered the mountain gate to apprentice.
But for Chef He, who is in charge of the outside kitchen, these things are not as helpful as him.
Some sects will be divided into inner and outer sects.
The so-called outer sect is actually a candidate for inner sect disciples, with average aptitude. There are dozens or hundreds of people in class, which is not comparable to the one-on-one mentoring of inner sect disciples.
To put it simply, the father does not love the mother and does not love.
Chef He has a bad temper, which is the consensus of the outer disciples.
However, there is a relative who is in charge of the inner sect. He has a bad temper and is still in charge of the chef. No matter what the outer sect disciples think, they have to be polite in front of him.
Chef He, who has a bad temper, actually has moments of peace and joy.
He was gossiping with a steward in the inner door.
"You don't know, since Changming came to me, I can save a lot of trouble, let me chop wood and chop wood, let me pick up beans and pick up beans. The trick is much better, I'm ready, I'll investigate for a while, and if he can bear his temper, he will accept him as an apprentice, and he will be considered an inheritor!"
The steward smiled and said, "It's rare to see you complimenting a person so much! Is that person really so good?"
Chef He: "Isn't that possible? Ouch, everyone will come, Changming, come here, come here!"
When Changming put down the firewood and walked to him, Chef He introduced him.
"This is Steward Zhang, and he is the one who is responsible for handling the celebration and human relations in the inner door. This time Uncle Liu's marriage was supported by Steward Zhang inside and out."
Liu Xiyu was young, but as the head disciple, he was of a great age, so it was not wrong for Chef He to call him uncle.
Manager Zhang looked at Chang Ming.
Unlike those young disciples who started at the age of ten, this person must be at least twenty or thirty years old.
It seems to be spiritual and reliable, but it is actually too handsome, even better than Liu Xiyu, who is known as the Jade Gentleman.
This appearance, wouldn't it attract female disciples from outside the sect to be jealous for him
The absurd thought flashed by, and Manager Zhang himself felt amused.
"You don't want to practice? Would you like to cook with Chef He?"
Chang Ming said: "I'm not in good health and I'm not suitable for cultivation. Chef He is willing to take me in and help him with his work."
Zhang Guanshi knows a little bit about medical treatment, so when he heard this, he pinched his wrist to take a pulse, and it was exactly what he said.
"Pity."
Manager Zhang casually regretted.
If this can be cultivated, the talent is also acceptable. Given time, he might not be another Jade Gentleman.
Chang Ming didn't care whether he could cultivate or not. He said to Chef He, "I'm going to split the firewood first."
Some people share the chores, and now Chef He can study the dishes wholeheartedly, and his temper has improved a lot. Hearing this, he laughed.
"go Go."
Chang Ming should have done so, handed over and left, and there was a chat between the two behind him.
"Do you think Liu Shishu can successfully break through this time? If so, he will be the first person in history who can break through the eighth Pixia Heart Technique at the age of twenty-five!"
"Even if I could, it would be number two."
"No, there are people who are faster? Which senior is the first in this sect?"
"Not a member of this sect, but the nine parties who unified the demon sect back then."
"Jiufang? But the real Jiufang who first entered Taoism, then Buddhism, and then betrayed Buddhism and became demons, and finally even Confucianism turned against him?"
"Yes, it is him."
"He was actually involved in this sect? Pixia's heart method is such a secret that this sect does not pass on, and the sect master is willing to borrow it from him?!"
"Because he didn't borrow it, he robbed it! Don't ask me to pick it up, take it for three days and three nights and then return it. He also said that there are flaws in Pixia's mind that cannot be repaired, and it is destined that no one can cultivate to the ninth level. It's not a glorious thing to be so angry with the former head of Song, how can it be publicized everywhere? I suspect that the head of Song died early, just because he was dissatisfied, he insisted on forcibly breaking through the ninth level of Pixia, and he failed. Therefore, I heard that the final death was tragic, and the disciples who went in to collect the bones were frightened..."
"Hey, let's do it, let's not talk about it! On the big day, let's talk about something else. Have you met Uncle Liu's fiancee?"
"I've seen one from a distance..."
The voice fell behind him and became more and more vague.
Chang Ming bypassed the back kitchen, carried the bamboo basket from the base of the wall, and walked down the slope of the mountain trail, preparing to dig a few bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest halfway up the mountain.
In addition to the food in the outer door kitchen, most of the food is for the outer door disciples, and a small part is naturally reserved for them to eat, but how much of this small part is, it is also Chef He who has the final say, so Chef He only It is the person that the disciples of the outer sect cannot offend the most.
Halfway through the journey, the strength of the bamboo stick on the ground suddenly increased, Chang Ming bent down slightly, and gasped.
The limbs and bones went numb for a while, as if frozen by the ten thousand years of cold, and the blood rushed to the heart, like a surging giant wave, almost wiped out.
The pain came suddenly, but not surprising.
Ever since he came out of Huangquan, Changming would have a burst of attacks from time to time. Although his memory is somewhat incomplete, he still remembers some of his previous cultivation experience.
After a few months, there have been some results. Now the attack time has been prolonged, and the half-abandoned spiritual orifice seems to have a tendency to be prying, but each attack is still tormented.
He could only stand still and slowly wait for the pain to subside.
There was movement in the bamboo forest on the right.
Chang Ming is not a nosy person, and his current physical condition is beyond his control.
One person was pushed out, staggered back, and fell right in front of him.
The other party raised his eyes, and Changming dropped his eyes.
Four eyes facing each other.
An unconcealed look of shock was revealed.
Chang Ming even had a shock in his heart.
this person? !
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1. It’s true that the three apprentices appeared in the copywriting, but the cp is not him, it’s [big apprentice Yun Weisi]
2. Master will return to the peak
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Old Song, the head of Qixianmen who has been dead for many years, cried with blood and tears:
I was wronged to die. Originally, according to my cultivation, I could live for another two hundred years without breaking through. As a result, Jiufang, who was not a human being, forcibly took Pixia's mind from me, and told me that it was a dog. Do not practice!
If I hadn't tried to prove that the ancestors wrote correctly, how could I practice, and how could I die if I didn't force a breakthrough? ?
I died to protect the honor of my grandfather!
55555 In short, the old thief Jiufang is to blame!
Chapter 3 and later, the master and the apprentice turned against each other, and all the old friendships vanished into ashes and ceased to exist.
At the age of twenty-eight, Chang Ming, who was already the master of the Jade Emperor, accepted his first apprentice.
The Jade Emperor Temple is not a big sect, but after a few years in Changming’s helm, this Taoist temple began to emerge and became famous in the rivers and lakes. If you don’t pay attention, occasionally encountering aptitude root bones is still okay, so you will leave it to your junior and junior brothers for training, while you will focus on cultivating on the Great Dao, trying to spend your entire life, and get a glimpse of the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao.
At that time, Yun Weisi was only a fifteen-year-old boy.
He recovered a life from the misfortune of being hacked, and was kicked out of his family. He became homeless and became a family in the world. All the etiquette of clothing, jade, poetry and books has become a thing of the past. Many sects refused to take him in because of his sensitive status, and some sects also refused to take him in. Seeing that his roots are flat and his internal organs are injured, it is absolutely impossible to spend a lot of effort to reshape the muscles and bones for a stranger.
Only Jade Emperor Guan accepted him.
At first, Chang Ming didn't notice this inconspicuous disciple of burning fire.
Until one day, the sect steward arranged a morning class for all the handymen disciples, and asked them to carve letters on the cooked rice grains.
Engraving on rice grains is a test of skill. The cooked rice is fluffy and soft, and it is almost impossible to complete the homework. Many disciples give up halfway, complaining about the difficult management, and some have handed in unsatisfactory works, and some insist on two or three. God, it is surprising that a simple pattern is also carved.
Only Yun Weisi, for three months, carved rice under the moonlight in the dead of night every night.
By chance, Chang Ming discovered that he had placed the carved rice in a bowl and preserved it well with the Frost Bing Art. For three months, the rice carving was completely broken from the beginning, and it was actually carved later. Mangosteen forest.
Carving is ordinary or even crude, but this toughness is rare.
Chang Ming thought of accepting disciples, and Yun Weisi did not live up to his expectations. He completed several tests one after another, and finally became Chang Ming's eldest disciple.
Except for Yun Weisi, Changming did not accept any other disciples in the years he was in the Jade Emperor Temple, until he left the Jade Emperor Temple, established another sect, and even became the number one person in the world. As his eldest disciple, Yun Wei Si also rose to fame, especially when he alone killed the Snow Mountain Demon Dragon and defeated the Ghost King, Yun Weisi's name finally broke away from his teacher, and became like thunder and shocked the world.
Afterwards, the masters turned against each other.
All the old friendships are gone, no more.
Yun Weisi publicly declared that he wanted to hunt down his master, and led dozens of famous monks from the Taoist sect to encircle and suppress Changming. Although he finally returned, everyone in the world knew that the discord between the master and the apprentice had already reached the apprentice who did not hesitate to disobey. to the point of.
Naturally, although Chang Ming was known as the number one person in the world at that time, his reputation was not much better. Many people even gloated in secret, waiting to see him die tragically under the sword of his apprentice, but they didn't dare to say it in front of him. , Chang Ming has always gone his own way, never taking these things to heart.
Even after so many years, even if the memory is chaotic and missing, Chang Ming still remembers what Yun Weisi looked like when he was fifteen—
It overlaps seamlessly with the boy who was chased and fled by embarrassment.
Is it a coincidence
Or is there another secret
From what He Xiyun said, Yun Weisi should still be alive, and he is already the master of Jiuzhongyuan. He is so powerful that no one can match him.
Could it be that this young man has any kinship with Yun Weisi
Changming frowned.
Before he could ask, three or four people jumped out of the bamboo forest.
The other party was carrying a wooden stick in his hand, and judging from his appearance, he should be an outer disciple.
Aggressive, with no good intentions.
"Drag him away!"
They didn't even look at Chang Ming, obviously they didn't take him seriously.
The young man thought that he was exhausted, and a puddle of mud was roughly pulled up by them and dragged into the depths of the bamboo forest.
The lead disciple sneered as he walked.
"Let you stare at Junior Sister Bi Xin again, this time you will have to pluck out your eyeballs!"
"No, this fellow steals chickens and dogs every day, it's long overdue to drive down the mountain! The steward is kind, let us help and teach him a lesson!"
Several people left quickly.
Changming didn't stop him.
He was silent for a moment, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and popped it out gently.
The paper slipped away with the wind and slipped silently into the bamboo forest.
After a while, there was a scream in the direction of the bamboo forest.
The screams and calls for help came one after another, one after another, but Chang Ming didn't hear it. He bent down and cut off the bamboo shoots with a bamboo shoot knife and threw them into the bamboo basket until the young man ran out of the forest and rushed in front of him. After three bangs, he immediately got up and fled in a hurry, quickly disappearing into the evening twilight.
Chang Ming didn't care. Those disciples were chased by paper tigers and ran in the opposite direction. Even if they turned back, it was impossible to guess that he let them go.
Slowly harvesting a basket full of bamboo shoots, Changming returned to the outer door kitchen and began to help Chef He pack up dinner.
In fact, Chef He had already done almost the same, and he didn't need any help. Changming went back just in time for the hot four dishes and one soup.
It is really extravagant for two people to eat this dish, but whoever made his immediate boss is Chef He, no one can say anything.
"Come on, try my new dish, fresh bamboo shoots and fish fillets!" Chef He greeted him to sit down, "Let's have a little wine again, tsk, we'll be alive tonight!"
Chang Ming sat down in response, raised his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and behaved like a stream.
"How is it?" Chef He craned his neck.
"The bamboo shoots are crispy and the fish is tender. The seasoning is the core of the whole dish. Without the seasoning, these two are not enough." Chang Ming commented.
"I knew you understood me!" Chef He slapped his thigh. "Yes, this condiment is my exclusive secret recipe. I pondered it for a whole month before I figured it out. I can guarantee that if I look elsewhere, I will never find a second one that is exactly the same!"
Chang Ming also felt that it was good, and he picked up chopsticks one after another.
"If there is any fairy chef competition, if nothing else, you can keep the top three."
Chef He laughed: "More than the top three, the leader must be me!"
After speaking, he sighed: "Unfortunately, people in the world only know fame, fortune, and martial arts. Why would they pay attention to cooking? In their opinion, this is a trivial work."
Chang Ming ordered the plate with chopsticks: "If you hurt the spring and the autumn again, I will eat it up."
Half a bowl of rice contained a few dishes, and he swept away most of it in an instant.
Only then did Chef He react, and the two of them swept away the clouds.
Unlike in front of people, the two get along very casually in private.
Chang Ming is capable of working and willing to listen to rambles, and he can also give practical opinions on his new dishes. To Chef He, he is like a bosom friend, and he is many times better than those babble-eyed outside disciples.
"Old He, I heard that the blood sect and the sect have a long history, so this time the sect is overjoyed, and the sect master of the blood sect will be there too?"
Chef He shook his head: "Don't mention this outside, it's taboo."
Chang Ming: "I saw it, but I didn't mention it."
He has been in Qixianmen for so many days, and he has been very secretive about seeing the blood sect.
"In those days, when the Blood Sect was powerful and the Seven Strings Sect was weak, he had to submit to his vassals, but the Sect Master felt humiliated about this matter, and he was not allowed to mention it in the sect. Now Master Liu is overjoyed, and he must also give the blood to the sect. The sect master sent an invitation. But the sect master himself will definitely not come, it should be his cronies.”
Speaking of which, Chef He looked worried.
"What I'm worried about is that the blood sect will make trouble on Uncle Liu's happy day."
Chang Ming raised his eyebrows: "It's not so, how can he win people's hearts?"
Chef He smiled bitterly: "Why does he want to buy people's hearts? As long as the blood sect is still in power, and Qixianmen does not produce a master who is more powerful than Zhou Ke, he will not be able to turn the palm of the blood. Although Master Liu is talented. You have only been practicing for more than ten years now, how can you compare with the devil like Zhou Ke?"
Chang Ming: "Hasn't Qixianmen surrendered to the Blood Sect?"
Chef He: "It is said that Zhou can practice an evil art. He needs to suck human blood and essence every few months, and ordinary people don't like it, so he has to be dignified and beautiful. He used to be a few vassal schools. It takes turns to pay tribute. Last time it was my sect’s turn, a traitor who killed my senior brother was offered to the sect. I don’t know who it will be this time... Hey, it’s not up to us to worry about these things. Just do it!"
After chatting and drinking a few glasses of wine, Chef He was finally satisfied and went to rest.
Chang Ming took the tableware and chopsticks to the stove to clean up.
In the dead of night, there is only the lonely moon.
He was absent-mindedly washing the dishes, while pondering his own Four Fei swords.
With this sword, he may be able to find an opportunity to recover his body and cultivation as soon as possible, but where did the sword go, whether it was in Yun Weisi's hands or Zhou Ke took it, but Chang Ming couldn't remember.
Are you going to see the blood sect to find out
Zhou Ke had a hobby of collecting famous utensils in the past, and if he saw the Four Fei Sword, he would definitely not let it go, maybe it was with him.
Click.
There was a small sound from the firewood pile, so subtle that it could be ignored.
Chang Ming's five senses are now degraded a lot, but that doesn't mean he can't even hear this movement.
No need to turn around, just throw a chopstick.
Hit the firewood pile with precision.
There was a rattling sound, and the uninvited guest was forced to get out of the pile of firewood.
Chang Ming turned his head and saw that it was the boy he met during the day.
The other party did not rush to escape, but stood still.
This made Chang Ming suddenly remember a little bit of the past—
For a long time, although Yun Weisi was the leader of the Taoist sect, he was ruthless and merciless. Express your admiration for him.
However, at this moment, the person with the face of the young Yun Weisi is still holding half a roasted sweet potato in his hand, and there are stains on his face. I wonder what those former admirers will think when they see this scene
Chang Ming was amused in his heart, and the corners of his mouth could not help but bring a teasing arc.
The young man looked at him for a moment, as if waiting for him to let him down.
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Changming: So I saw you, is that you
Yun Weisi: Do you think the me you see is me