Not only that the building is not high, but according to the words of Master and Senior Brother, after the opening of the Gate to Heaven, overlooking Changchun Peak from the outer universe, it is also a small dust, not high at all.
It turns out that the two words "high and low" are relative. If you stand tall, you don't have to be arrogant; if you stand low, you don't have to be afraid.
As soon as this idea appeared, the invisible shackles that plagued childhood suddenly fell off, and Yu Qishu felt relieved.
When he first went to Hanshan, he was dressed in brocade and gorgeous clothes. He was proud and inferior. He always curled the corners of his mouth, as if no one looked down on him. In fact, he was just a lost chick, and he didn't know where to go. After years of returning home, wearing plain clothes and cloth shoes, he has become sincere, down-to-earth, peaceful and optimistic.
"No matter what others think of me, I'm still me." Yu Qi said carelessly. Not the abandoned son of the family or the pride of the family, not the young hero in the story of the market, nor the white jade statue blocking the road on the main street of Bailu City.
Yu Qishu released her divine sense to perceive her surroundings, and approached the brightly lit and splendid main courtyard. The guards here all have Qi-refining cultivation, and the atmosphere is solemn, but no one has found him. Let him walk around the stone corridor and find the familiar courtyard.
The reason why it is familiar is that the layout is still simple, as if it was copied from the remote courtyard that he was familiar with and lived in as a child.
Yu Qishu pushed open the small wooden door, and the warm yellow candlelight in the house filtered through the window paper, outlining the silhouette of the woman under the lamp. The woman lowered her head to do needlework, raised her elbows and turned her wrists skillfully, Yu Qishu stared blankly, and felt that the candlelight and shadow were very gentle.
Instead of knocking on the door directly, he watched for a while, before tidying up the cuffs and collar, and putting the mouse on his shoulder into his sleeve to comfort him. Near nostalgia cowardice, probably so.
The woman stopped for some reason, looked at the window, and whispered to herself, "Is it Qishu? Or am I confused?"
The window opened with a creak, Yu Qishu held the window frame with one hand, and jumped in neatly: "Mother."
The woman was shocked, her eyes suddenly brightened, she opened her mouth to call, but two lines of tears shed.
Yu Qishu stepped forward and hugged her gently: "Mother."
The woman choked and said, "It's true that my son is back!"
The woman looked him up and down: "My son has grown taller... Why is he so thin?"
Yu Qishu is slender and well-proportioned, but your mother thinks you are thin, so you can't refute it.
"Why are the outer robes all gray, this is a new dress that Mother made for you, try it on." The woman shook off her robe and looked embarrassed again: "Mother forgot, you have to wear a robe now."
She was used to seeing the juniors in the mansion who were successful in Taoism, and they all had their eyes above the top, claiming that the monks should detach themselves from the mundane, lest the mundane things contaminate the Taoist body and waste their cultivation time.
Yu Qishu immediately put on a new robe: "It's not that particular, it doesn't fit very well."
Seeing the sword on his waist, the woman said happily, "Linchiliu? It's still there!"
"Zhenzhen Qian asked the refiner to recast it for me. The shape of the sword body remained unchanged, new materials were added, and runes were engraved."
The woman smiled and said, "Zhenzhen Qian is a good person. Bailu City also has a branch of 'Hengtong Juyuan'. Every time your letter is delivered by the shopkeeper in the branch, you must remember Qian Zhenzhen's goodness."
Yu Qishu nodded again and again, thinking, could it be okay? The little private money I saved myself is all in the hands of Qian Zhenren.
"Mother, don't talk about me, how are you doing?"
"Of course it's good. Everyone said that you are promising and asked me to move to the main courtyard, but I used to live in it, and I was afraid that you would not be able to find your way home, so I came up with this method."
The woman stopped talking and said that the parents were short-lived, and that she was afraid of making her son bored. If she didn't say these things, she had nothing to say. Thinking that she could neither share her son's worries nor instruct her son to practice, she felt a hint of sadness in her gratification. I had to say something about practicing well and taking care of my body.
Yu Qishu nodded seriously. The mother and son whispered under the lamp, and the atmosphere was warm.
The woman suddenly thought of something, and said nervously: "You come back this time, who else knows, has you seen the city owner?" She didn't say "your father, your father", but still called "the city owner".
Yu Qishu also got used to it and replied, "No one else saw me, only my mother."
"The city lord once asked me to write a letter to persuade you, asking you to match up and bring the younger generation of your family to worship at Yongxue Academy or Changchun Peak. You should not see him first, so as not to be embarrassed. After all, the city lord is your biological father, the relatives and teachers of heaven and earth, and he will always be in charge. With the word 'pro', you are not as good as he would like, I am afraid that I will deduct your unfilial title and affect your reputation."
After she said it, she thought for a while, and added, "This is the opinion of a woman in a deep house, and I have a sharp eye, so let me make up my mind."
Yu Qishu didn't really care about reputation, but smiled: "I know my mother is for my own good. I will listen to you. The gate of the academy is open to the world, anyone who wants to take the test can take the test. I can't make the decision if I follow the rules of the test."
At the beginning of the battle between Nanhu and Hushan, Bailucheng was in an awkward position because of the two ends of the first mouse, and both sides were not welcome. Later, Yu Qishu became famous. It wasn't that there were no Yu family members who wanted to cling to her, but she was afraid of saints and demon kings, and did not dare to go to the boundaries of Hanmen City to be presumptuous.
Yu Qishu didn't have a good impression of his brothers of the same generation: the favored son-in-law relied on himself to be a practitioner of the City Lord's Mansion, and felt superior to others and bullied the market, while the unfavored son-in-law flattered them and fought to be accomplices. But that is the past. If they want to come to study, Yu Qishu will still treat them equally.
After hearing him say this, the woman completely relaxed: "What did you learn at Changchun Peak and Yongxue College?"
"Cultivation, practicing swords, reading..." Yu Qishu was afraid that her mother would let him perform a sword-fighting on the spot, just like parents who let their children perform recitation and chanting during festivals, and hurriedly said: "The main thing is other things. For example, planting trees, Water the flowers, mow the lawn, keep mice.”
When the money mouse heard the last two words, it emerged from his sleeve: "Squeak."
Yu Qishu held it up: "Ah, this is my rat. I originally had a litter, but this time I brought one. It has a docile temperament and can be hugged."
"This..." The woman took it in surprise, the rat was as heavy as a rabbit, unable to hold it with one hand. She thought in awe, probably worshiping under the door of Xianjia, raising mice is also a kind of practice.
"Well raised and strong. You have learned a lot."
Yu Qishu: "Where, I haven't learned more. Item refining, alchemy, formation, and deduction techniques, these are just beginning to get started, and there is no limit to learning..."
The woman said distressedly: "You have to learn? Don't be exhausted."
"I'm not tired. I'm very happy." Yu Qishu seems to have to deal with a lot of "chores" every day, but she is actually very down-to-earth and serious. In the words of Qian Yuzhi, this is called being miscellaneous to the extreme, which is specialization, which is similar to managing a business.
Yongxue Academy gathers talents from all over the world and offers various courses. Before seeing Yu Qishu, many people said they didn't believe that there were people in the world who could learn everything. After meeting Yu Qishu, I found that diligence, talent, temperament, and luck, he has everything, which is unconvincing. He seems to have mastered the most basic rules of the operation of this world, so he knows everything, but he himself is unaware of it, and never feels arrogant and contemptuous.
"Xu Dao is happy, so does my son have a girl he likes? When will I bring him back to meet him?" The woman had heard of her son's reputation for giving peach blossoms to everyone, so she asked this question.
"Female cultivator?" Yu Qishu touched her head embarrassedly, "That's not true. The female cultivators I know... I don't dare to like them."
The woman said regretfully: "People say that the peach blossoms in Changchun Peak are effective. You grow peach blossoms every day, why is there no peach blossom relationship?"
Yu Qishu: "Mother, in fact, Jianzun is an exception. Hanshan swordsmen all know that practicing swordsmanship can make up for one's clumsiness, but Daoist companions can be met."
Moreover, my "wife book" is still in the hands of Qian Zhenren. With his shrewdness in loving money, how can I get it? But he didn't say it.
The woman was speechless: "So mysterious?"
Yu Qishu comforted her: "Although I don't have a Taoist partner, I have made many good friends."
"Do you want to develop among your friends?" The woman suggested eagerly, "Men can also be Taoist companions, and age doesn't matter. Now that the two worlds are trading in peace, the demon clan can also consider it."
"This, this..." Yu Qishu was speechless, as expected, mothers are the same in the world.
He bluntly changed the subject: "Mother, let me show you a sword dance! I watched the 'koi' swimming in the pond and created a set of swordsmanship, called You Jiao Sword."
"Zheng!" The candle light trembled, a cold light flashed, and the sword energy filled the room. Yu Qishu's watertight aura was broken.
The moment Lin Chiliu unsheathed, the tallest building in the mansion, the middle-aged man meditating and practicing suddenly opened his eyes: "Where is the great power coming to our mansion?"
This voice descended from the sky and resounded throughout Egret City. At the same time, a pressure surged from the high-rise building and rushed towards the small courtyard where Yu Qishu was located.
But Yu Qi's sword was unsheathed, and the sword energy was at its fullest. She subconsciously faced the pressure, like a dragon swinging its tail out of the cloud, and instantly dispelled it.
The woman was shocked: "Wait, this is the voice of the city lord!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the door panel shattered.
The Egret City Lord floated down the tall building, swept into the courtyard, slammed the door open with a palm, and was in shock: the opponent's trace was revealed and he grabbed the first move, but he didn't take advantage of the victory to attack, I don't know if it was an enemy or a friend.
Because of this concern, he did not rashly activate the mansion formation.
In the blink of an eye, footsteps sounded from all sides, like a rush of drums. The well-trained warrior guards in the mansion came and surrounded the small courtyard through the courtyard wall.
The entire city lord's mansion is like a formidable enemy.
However, he saw a young man in a brocade robe walking out the door, holding a beautiful thin sword.
The Egret City Lord stared at that face, only to feel that the other party was very familiar: "You, who are you?"
Yu Qishu said helplessly, "...Father?"
The Egret City Lord was shocked: "It's you!"
Yu Qishu has already put away the sword and nodded lightly.
Egret City Lord's expression changed rapidly. There was anger at being resisted by juniors, and anger at being shamed in public, but in the end, it solidified on a loving smile: "You child, don't say a word when you come back, father is not prepared."
His voice was full of vigor, and he was open and cheerful, as if he wanted to tell the whole city: "My son is back! Changchun Peak is hard to cultivate, it's hard for you to miss your family all the time!"
Yu Qishu still had a light expression and sighed in her heart.
When you leave your hometown and go to a country, the father does not know the son, and the son does not know the father.
***
Above the vast South China Sea, among the vast sea of clouds, there is a silver lake.
Meng Xueli rode his sword southward, through the clouds and fog, and before he saw the lake, he saw blue and green smoke wafting in the distance, originally the skirts and arm veils of the two beauties. Meng Xueli recognized them. The blue dress was called Chunshui, and the green group was called Qiuguang. They were the favorite concubine beside Hu Si. That day, in the sky above the Vast Sea Secret Realm, these two people came to invite him to Husi's cloud boat.
The two women saluted gracefully: "I have seen the demon king."
Meng Xueli said with a smile, "Don't be too polite. I'm here to visit the realm master."
If the other party asked him why he came, his prepared remarks were reasonable and reasonable: After the Battle of Mingyue Lake, "Bai Yin Dai" was damaged in half, and it has never been repaired and recast. The realm master is an artifact refining master, this visit, trouble the realm master to open the furnace.
He wasn't afraid to show his true intentions, but there were Hu Si's favorite concubine, maids, musicians, cooks, etc. in the Tianhu Great Realm. Get your hands on it. He just wanted to see Hu Si, and didn't want to hurt innocent people.
To his surprise, the two beauties waved their sleeves away without asking any further questions.
The whole picture of Tianhu was revealed in an instant. The entire lake reflects the morning sky, and the red and light gold are intertwined into sparkling waves. If you have good eyesight, you can see the blue South China Sea and islands through the gaps in the clouds and mist under the lake.
It is like a bright mirror across the sky and the earth, showing the sun, moon and stars, and illuminating the mountains, rivers, rivers and seas.
The clouds by the lake are transpiring, and the Qionglou Yuyu is continuous. There used to be singing and dancing music, day and night, but now it is silent and silent, like a cold Yaochi fairy palace, without a trace of human fireworks.
Meng Xueli followed the two beauties on the clouds. He saw the real lake and also entered the range of the Tianhu Great Array.
Not right, too quiet. Meng Xueli frowned slightly: "Why don't you see anyone else?"
Qiuguang replied: "The realm master has dismissed everyone. After welcoming the demon king, our sisters will also bid farewell to the realm master."
Chun Shui looked sad, but smiled and said, "Perhaps the real master has changed to a new person."
"There are countless beauties of delicious food in the world, and the various places are colorful. It's more interesting than living in the sky for a long time. It's better for you to go and have a look." Meng Xueli said, spurning Hu Si's bad temperament.
"Many thanks to the demon king for your relief, in fact, our sisters were already prepared." Qiu Guang smiled.
While they were talking, the three of them flew over the lake and entered the tea pavilion on the island in the heart of the lake.
Meng Xueli originally planned to go to Tianhu Lake, but he did not give him any difficulties.
Hu Si was sitting in the Huxin Pavilion, looking from Meng Xueli's point of view, as if he was looking at the scenery, and there was a "feeling of estrangement" all over his body, as if he was not there at all. The clouds around the lake gather and disperse, changing and changing. He was the only one who remained still, like the moon emerging from the empty mountain, quietly shadowing Shen Bi.
When he opened his mouth, he was frivolous and teasing again, and his calm demeanor disappeared: "Brother and sister come to see me? Sit down."
"The realm master." Meng Xueli took a seat opposite him. Suddenly, it occurred to me that Ji Xiao used to sit in his current position.
Hu Si turned to Chunshui and Qiuguang, and sighed softly, "Go."
"Lord of the realm, take care." The two women saluted reluctantly.
When the two of them left, Hu Si said again, "My younger brother and sister are visiting from afar, what song do you want to listen to?"
Meng Xueli: "What kind of tune will the realm master play?"
Hu Siqi said, "Apart from not practicing swordsmanship, what can I not do?"
Meng Xueli could not refute. As Ji Xiao said, Hu Si is the most suitable person to be a gentleman in the academy.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Hu Si plucked the strings on his own, and the sound of the qin was like a mountain and flowing water, like a lingering spring rain. Hu Si was wearing a plain-colored robe, and his wrists swayed when he played the piano, occasionally showing a dark red undershirt.
Meng Xueli didn't know what kind of song it was, but he just thought it was very good, like he was listening to the night rain in front of the window a few days ago. I can't tell Ji Xiao what's on my mind, so I have to listen to a rain...
Realizing this, his mind trembled slightly: "Not good, this person's cultivation methods are mixed, I'm afraid it's some kind of Dao technique that disturbs the mind."
The sound of the qin suddenly stopped, and Hu Si said: "'There are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken string.' Listening to the qin is not quiet, you are not here to cast a sword."
"I… "
"Are you here to kill me?"
Meng Xueli was silent.
"The killing intent can't be hidden." Hu Si stared at him, "I went to Changchun Peak that night, and you wanted to kill me, right?"
Meng Xueli nodded.
That time, not long after he and Ji Xiao left the Vast Sea Secret Realm and returned to Changchun Peak, Hu Si came to visit in the middle of the night one day.
Meng Xueli had calculated at the time whether he could kill the opponent with the Changchun Feng formation and the boundless power at the bottom of the pool. He wasn't sure, the opportunity was fleeting.
Now that the words have been made clear, and the way of making it clear is so easy, Meng Xueli had no choice but to say frankly, "It's a lie to say that you want to kill. Let's say that you want to kill, the current atmosphere... Anyway, before we start, there are a few questions. I can't figure it out, I want to ask you to explain."
Hu Si was amused by Meng Xueli's tangled expression: "Brother and sister, you can't kill me."
Meng Xueli: "How do you know if you don't try? Gui Qing is also a saint."
Hu Si thought for a while: "I think you have lost Yuanyang, so a good thing must have happened. You have become a veritable Taoist companion, are you not afraid that Ji Xiao will sense your killing intent?"
Meng Xueli blushed, and the veins in his neck burst out: "Don't tell me about Fengyue Dao!"
"Okay, let's not talk. You ask." Hu Si made a gesture of invitation.
"Is it true that before Gui Qing died, he said that the magic essence was in your hands?"
"Yes." Hu Si said without hesitation.
"You admit it?" Meng Xueli jumped up and stared at him in shock. No wonder he was very reactive, he had imagined many kinds of answers, and never included this one.
"Why don't you admit it? Even if Ji Xiao came to ask in person, I would say the same. But he won't ask, there is still a tacit understanding between the brothers and sisters."
Enraged by his indifferent attitude, Meng Xueli gasped violently. Suddenly, he picked up the guqin on the case and broke it with his bare hands, like breaking a piece of firewood. He slapped his sleeves violently, and smashed the tea set on the case.
"You are his senior brother! In this world, he trusts you the most. How could you treat him like this!"
Hu Si looked at Meng Xueli throwing something in surprise.
When Ji Xiao asked him for a medicinal pill, he thought that the demon king was trying to please Ji Xiao on the surface, but in reality he had to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and his plans were far-reaching, which might hurt Ji Xiao.
Only later did I find out that the demon is not the most deceitful and cunning by nature, but simple-minded and stupid by nature.
Really, the demon clan are too stupid.
Hu Si rubbed the shark pearl in his sleeve, thinking in a complicated mood, let alone Meng Xueli's participation, or any plot, he couldn't understand this match at all.
—This match between brothers and saints about the Gate of Heaven.
As Ji Xiao's pillow next to him, he was actually a silly monster. Does it fit? Ji Xiao seems to think it is quite suitable.
Otherwise, he wouldn't ask for the "Shocking Wind and Rain" wooden sword from himself, and grind it into a pair of combs for Meng Xueli. The meaning couldn't be more obvious - "Daoist is a good thing, I have you or not."
Hu Si picked up the broken guqin in two parts, waved his sleeves and brushed it, and the damaged body was restored.
He replied calmly, "Just because I'm his senior brother, if I want to bet against Heaven, I should bet too."
Meng Xueli was startled: "What do you mean?"