Under the quiet night of Changchun Peak, the evening wind is blowing, and the sound of waves from the forest is heard not far away.
Standing by the pond with friends, Meng Xueli also remembered the past.
The moonlight sprinkled on the pond water, reflecting the shadows of the whirling trees, and the flowers and thin leaves seemed to be swaying in the water.
The three koi swam carefree, unaware that under the sand, there was a magic weapon that the whole world wanted.
The day Meng Xueli begged Ji Xiao for help, the wind was heavy and the snow was heavy, and he said all the good things in his life. He didn't have the stubbornness to not bow down for five buckets of rice, and would rather die than yield. In the face of life and death, his waist was very soft, and he would fold if he said it.
Ji Xiao was his last chance.
Hiding in the cloak of Jixiao, all dangers dissipated, leaving only a warm embrace, like lake water in a spring afternoon.
They were never so close after that. When he recovered, Ji Xiao was a cold, unattainable Sword Master again.
Que Xianming asked: "Do you think he left the sword to stop you, is there any basis?"
Meng Xueli said frankly: "After my injury was healed, I began to practice human race exercises. I inhaled Qi into my body for three days, and during the first-level Qi training period in January, Ji Xiao always frowned during that time. I guess it was too fast, Make him jealous..."
Que Xianming looked at him with a look of stupidity: "So you suppressed your cultivation, and successfully negotiated for three years in the Qi refining period?!"
In fact, after Meng Xueli was reincarnated as a human, he still retained the fighting instinct of the monster clan, and had his own unique understanding of cultivation. Ji Xiao was happy to see it succeed, and deliberately did not teach in ordinary methods. Integrate the strengths of humans and demons and find out your own way.
Others practice and cultivate to the realm of breaking barriers, only then do they consider the matter of 'establishing the Tao'. But Ji Xiao knew that Meng Xueli was different from normal monks. The road to the sky was destined to be longer and more rugged.
On the other hand, Ji Xiao was worried about Meng Xueli's success. Seeing that he was practicing fast, he didn't know how high the sky was. The human heart is more complicated than the demon's heart, and it can manipulate intrigues and tricks that the demons cannot understand.
He set up the Changchun Peak Formation, firstly to defend against foreign enemies and protect the weak Taoist companions, and secondly to prevent the Taoist companions from sneaking out quietly and causing trouble.
Under the protection of the formation, if Meng Xueli wanted to travel down the mountain, he had to come to him. You can accompany him by yourself, and don't let him take risks.
But three years later, Meng Xueli never looked for him. Even gradually slack off in practice, feeding fish and flowers day after day, enjoying himself.
Ji Xiao deliberately advised him to be diligent, and then he thought about it, the cultivation of the Tao is counted for hundreds of years, and there is always his side to support, why rush to enter the country for a while? This demon suffered a great disaster in the past, and it was okay to be quiet for a few years.
Meng Xueli didn't know the twists and turns, but felt that he was originally a demon, and Ji Xiao guarded him, didn't trust him, and trapped him with a formation.
"He's a good man, and he's done his best to me, and I'm very satisfied."
As for more, Meng Xueli had never thought about it, nor dared to think about it.
The bird first understands the truth, damn it, I almost don't know the word 'good person'.
He had an inexplicable intuition: Meng Xueli's attitude towards Ji Xiao was very strange, his tone was light, neither like love nor resentment, but he chose to risk staying in the world and find out the truth of the other party's fall.
As a human, does it become so complicated? The demon doesn't understand.
"Ji Xiao is dead. You should plan for the future." Que Xianming said.
Why did that person stay behind in the beginning, and he died without proof.
Meng Xueli took out a handful of pine nuts and threw them into the pond: "In the future? In four months, I will enter the secret realm of Vast Ocean, and I will work hard with a group of monks in the human world. Hurry down the mountain before dawn."
Que Xianming glared at him angrily: "I'll go by myself! Don't say send me off, it's bad luck!" This place is evil in Hanshan. Last time Meng Xueli said 'send a ride', he killed the little boy halfway and sent him off Can't go.
Meng Xueli smiled and waved his hand. There was a bamboo couch by the pond. He leaned back, leaned lazily on the couch, took out a book in his arms, and opened it by the bright moonlight: "I don't have time to take care of you, from now on, I have to Sharpening the gun before the battle, racing against time.”
Que Xianming approached curiously, thinking it was some powerful secret. I saw that the book was a thin volume, about a thousand words, and the cover read "Beginning of the Dao".
—The Beginning of Taoism for Human Race monks, the foundation of the foundation.
"How long have you read this book?"
"Three years."
"Hahahaha, you really go back as you live."
…
Take the avenue and enter the gate of Hanshan Mountain. At the foot of the main peak, there is a dense pine forest.
In the early morning, the white mist is wispy, floating among the towering green pines. From the depths of the jungle came the sound of books. The foot of the mountain is not as cold as the top of the mountain, and there are small beasts in the pine forest, and the singing of insects and birds is accompanied by the sound of books.
A group of grey finches were jumping on the branches. Meng Xueli looked at the fine feathers on their bodies and thought that these birds must be very warm.
"Elder Meng, the teaching hall is in front." The young deacon beside him said, "The disciples are reading in the morning, and the morning class has not yet started."
Meng Xueli nodded politely: "Thank you. You can lead the way."
Milky white gravel is paved as a path, winding through the pine forest, leading to the Hanshan Lunfa Hall.
At the end of the road, a school building revealed its true face. Among the green pines, black tiles and white walls, simple lines, is the consistent style of Hanshan.
Most of the people who read and listen to lectures in the Lunfa Hall are outside disciples. After passing the assessment, they can apprentice, climb the steep jade steps in the clouds, and see the real cold mountain.
Meng Xueli is different. He is the only elder who has come to attend classes instead of giving lectures since Hanshan established the school.
Because of Ji Xiao's status as a Dao Companion, his generation is slightly higher than those of the teaching elders.
When the young deacon escorted him into the school, the sound of reading suddenly stopped, and his eyes stared at Meng Xueli curiously.
The disciples wore the white Taoist robes issued by the sect, but he was the only one dressed in snow-green brocade clothes and covered with a silver cloak. There was also a deacon of the inner sect helping to pull the chair and spread the ink. At first glance, he was not an ordinary disciple.
The deacon said: "Ahem, this is Elder Meng of Changchun Peak, your future... classmate. Salute to the elder."
"Wow! He is Meng Xueli! Sword Sovereign's companion! What are you doing here?"
"It was said that I came to listen to the class..."
"I heard that he is going to attend the Vast Sea Secret Realm next year, and is he only here for the basics class?"
"He's so handsome!"
At this time, the teaching elder had not arrived, and the disciples were left unattended, gathered together to wink and whisper, and only sparsely and sparsely greeted each other.
"I have seen Elder Meng." "Hello, Elder Meng."
The young deacon felt a little embarrassed, and looked at Meng Xueli worriedly: "Young disciple doesn't understand the rules."
Meng Xueli was not at all embarrassed: "Hello. It's okay, you don't have to salute when you see me in the future."
Since he went to Hanshan, he has seen all the elders in charge of the sect. All of them are mature and cautious, and the Taoist boy is also timid and cautious.
When everyone heard him say this, the discussion became louder, and the daring even wanted to talk to him. Suddenly a disciple by the window stood up, stared out the window and shouted, "Come on!"
Immediately, someone ran to the window: "It's really here!" After saying that, he rushed out the door.
The rest of the disciples moved when they heard the wind, flying the pen and paper, the tables, chairs and benches fell to the ground, and the whole school was empty in an instant.
Meng Xueli looked out of the window, and saw crowds pouring out of each school building, running in the same direction, and the team was mighty. With the noisy discussion, Lengsu Hanshan was as lively as a mortal city.
Seeing this battle, Meng Xueli thought that someone over there was sending money
The deacon was also puzzled, stopped a disciple to ask a few questions, and came back to explain: "A few days ago, the three senior brothers from Chongbi Peak went down the mountain to accept their apprentices, and brought back a junior brother, who has an innate sword spirit and looks good. The disciples in the Dharma Hall were waiting for him to come to class when that junior brother entered the mountain, and now he is finally here." The young deacon raised his chin slightly at the direction of the crowd, "Well, everyone is going to join in the fun." The outer disciples are young and lively, and they like new.
Meng Xueli nodded.
The deacon was a little moved, but saw that he was not interested: "Elder Meng doesn't know something, that person is a genius who is rare in thousands of years, and is like a real person like Ji Xiao. I accompany you to see?"
Meng Xueli secretly laughed, like Ji Xiao
how is this possible.
"No."