The place where Lingxiao Xianzun retreated is called Lingxu Cave.
The Lingxu Cave is located among the cliffs, and is only connected to the main peak by a floating rattan bridge. There is a formation barrier outside, so that others cannot approach it.
But Qi Shu can actually enter.
The master's magic circle never stopped him. During the few months when Lingxiao Xianzun had just retreated, he would often cross the vine bridge and chat with his master before going to the entrance of the cave.
Most of the time, I just sat at the entrance of the cave and chatted unilaterally, and then sent a bouquet of fresh flowers picked by myself from the mountain.
But today is a big day for the Immortal Venerable to go out, so Qi Shu had to follow the crowd and wait obediently at the other end of the vine bridge.
The cliffs are very cold all the year round, and the branches are covered with snow, which is blown down by the cold wind.
Qi Shu stood by the suspension bridge for a while, and the fine snow had already covered his head and body.
"It's really cold." A young disciple behind him rubbed his hands and muttered softly, "I don't know when the immortal will come out."
"Is this impatient?" Wei Jing glanced back, "Is it lazy to ask you to practice the art of cold prevention in the past? Be careful, I will tell the elders who teach."
The little disciple hurriedly said: "No, Brother Wei, please forgive me, I just... just curious about what kind of person the Immortal Venerable is, and I just want to meet him soon."
This little disciple entered Gu Hanjiang's sect after retreating, and he has not seen this Lingxiao Xianzun, who was once the head of the sect, with his own eyes.
"Immortal Lingxiao..." Wei Jing looked stable and reliable in front of the younger brothers. He patted his sleeves seriously and said leisurely, "Immortal Lingxiao's cultivation is unfathomable. With a handful of Lingxiao The name of the sword moves the world, killing countless evil spirits."
Little disciple: "Who doesn't know about these things."
"Haven't I finished?" Wei Jing continued, "Xianzun is unsmiling and very strict. In the past, we were most afraid of him interfering with homework, and we had to be scolded by him. Be careful for a while, If he finds out that you haven't even mastered the cold-repelling technique for so long, you will definitely be punished."
The little disciple shrank his neck in fear, completely daring not to cry out.
"Xiao Wu, I think you are itchy?" Qi Shu said coldly without turning his head.
In the early years when Lingxiao Xianzun was the first seat, Kunlun had not recruited disciples widely. Except for Qi Shu who is the disciple of the Immortal Venerable, there is only the current generation head, Qinglan Immortal Venerable who has received four disciples.
Later, although there were more disciples in the school, it was still not as good as the relationship between their five senior brothers.
Especially Wei Jing, as the youngest of the five senior brothers, clings to Qi Shu every day, and is used to being in front of him no matter how big or small.
At this moment, he was reprimanded by Qi Shu. Not only was he not afraid, but he also came forward: "Brother, am I wrong? When did Ling Xiao Xianzun teach us homework and punish us severely?"
Qi Shu: "Master never punishes me."
"..." Wei Jing was silent for a moment, then turned his head and said to Cai Cai's disciple seriously, "There is one more thing to remember, Immortal Ling Xiao protects our weaknesses the most, but only protects our elder brother."
"Senior brother Lu, you know, our second senior brother, the eldest disciple who is acting as the head of the sect. When he was a child, he always disobeyed senior brother Qi's control. The two of them made an appointment to fight in the back mountain. Guess what happened?" Wei Jing said, "Senior brother Lu lost He took the sword, but broke the jade pendant worn by Senior Brother Qi since he was a child, and was imprisoned in the back mountain for half a year."
Little disciple: "..."
Qi Shu: "..."
Qi Shu: "Shut up."
Wei Jing shrugged and said no more.
Not long after, hurried footsteps came from behind.
"The disciple has met the acting master!"
Everyone bowed and saluted. The latter paused his quick steps and cleared his throat: "Get up."
Qinglan Xianzun's face looks young, but his beard and hair are completely white. He obviously came all the way, even the hair crown was a little askew.
There were two people behind him, one was He Xingzhi, and the other was Mo Qi, who was the fourth eldest in the faction.
The two disciples saluted Qi Shu, Qi Shu returned the salute, and then smiled: "Don't worry, acting head, he hasn't come out yet, there's still time."
"That's good, that's good." Qinglan Xianzun straightened his clothes and was obviously relieved.
Most of the time, Qi Shu didn't understand that it was alright for the disciples in the sect to be afraid of his master, why this Qinglan Xianzun, who had known his master for decades and was called a master brother, saw him like a scourge.
Knowing that Lingxiao Immortal Venerable was going to leave the customs, he started preparations half a month earlier, and even called almost all the disciples who were still in the sect and had higher talents to welcome him.
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Qi Shu played with the little fox pendant hanging on the sword, thinking silently in his heart.
Only Qi Shu knew how patient, gentle and meticulous his master was.
Only he has seen it.
After about an incense stick of time, there was no movement at the hole at the other end of the vine bridge.
A faint white light shines from the entrance of the cave, which is a sign that the imprisonment set by the Immortal Venerable during his retreat has finally been untied.
In the light, someone came out slowly.
Dressed in white clothes, he was as awe-inspiring as frost, and the brilliance of spiritual power could be faintly seen flowing around his body, but it was colder than this snowy and solemn mountain top.
All the disciples knelt down and saluted: "Welcome Immortal Ling Xiao to leave the gate."
Qinglan Xianzun also bowed down, respectfully: "Welcome senior brother to leave the customs."
Among the crowd, only Qi Shu was still standing there.
Because of Ling Xiao Xianzun's cold and harsh temperament, most people are in awe when they get along with him, but ignore his appearance.
In fact, Lingxiao Xianzun was very beautiful.
—Qi Shu prefers to use beauty to describe that face, rather than other words.
Ling Xiao Xianzun has exquisite facial features, a high nose bridge and extremely thin lips. If this appearance is born on anyone else's face, it may be less heroic and a little softer.
Not with him.
The awe-inspiring and solemn temperament neutralizes the softness, every inch seems to have been carefully carved by heaven, and if it is more or less, it will not be able to blend into the current appearance.
Qi Shu looked a little distracted, and when he came back to his senses, Ling Xiao Xianzun had already stepped on the vine bridge and walked towards him step by step.
He made up his mind before kneeling down to salute: "Disciple Qi Shu, welcome Master to leave the gate."
Gu Hanjiang stood still in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was very soft and cold.
I haven't seen you for so many years, but this is the first thing I heard him say.
His master was really puzzled.
Qi Shuwu slandered himself, only to hear Qinglan Xianzun next to him reply: "Senior brother, I have been in seclusion for many years, and my Kunlun Sword Sect is thriving now, so I am here... to meet my senior brother."
Qi Shu could hear that he was trying his best to keep himself steady, but his trembling voice still exposed the guilt of the acting head.
Sure enough, Gu Hanjiang said indifferently: "Work hard to mobilize everyone."
The tone was a little displeased.
In an instant, even the surrounding air became much colder.
Among the disciples present, only Qi Shu dared to raise his head and look at that person quietly, but he didn't expect that Gu Hanjiang happened to be looking down at him too.
The eyes of the two collided, and Gu Hanjiang took the lead to look away.
"Go back." Gu Hanjiang's tone was cold and calm.
Qi Shu didn't move, just looked at him without saying a word.
"... I have something to discuss with the acting head."
Qi Shu: "Oh."
He paused, and bowed obediently: "Yes, Master."
When Gu Hanjiang returned to his residence, it was already dusk.
The place where Lingxiao Xianzun lives is a specially opened isolated peak named Baizhang Peak. The time when the sky is reversed by using spells on the mountain is not like the main peak that is covered with snow all the year round, and Qi Shu exaggeratedly planted peach forests all over the mountain.
In the depths of the peach forest, there are quiet and elegant pavilions and waterside pavilions.
Gu Hanjiang stepped on the stone bridge in front of the water pavilion, and suddenly stopped: "Come out."
Qi Shu came out from behind the gazebo, without any embarrassment of being caught, but walked over with a smile: "Master, why have you been here for so long, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Gu Hanjiang: "Why don't you go back to the house and wait?"
Qi Shu: "I want to see Master sooner."
Gu Hanjiang's eyes moved slightly.
But he didn't say anything, just turned his head and walked straight into the house.
"Master, wait for me."
Qi Shu stepped forward quickly, pushed the door open for him when the other party reached the door, and welcomed him in.
When Lingxiao Xianzun was away, Qi Shu was the only person on Baizhang Peak who was in charge of looking after him. When he came back this time, he thoroughly cleaned Baizhang Peak inside and out. He probably knows the layout of this room better than Gu Hanjiang himself.
Qi Shu respectfully helped Gu Hanjiang to the table, poured him a cup of hot tea, and then quietly served him.
Well-behaved and sensible, like the best apprentice in the world.
No one knows what kind of evil intentions this good apprentice has in his heart.
Gu Hanjiang took the tea but did not move, and said, "Give me your hand."
Qi Shu blinked, sat down obediently opposite him, and stretched out a hand.
Gu Hanjiang caught his pulse with two fingers.
Ling Xiao Xianzun, like his temperament, was born with a cold appearance, even those slender and slender hands were cold and pale.
Qi Shu was distracted by staring at the round fingertips of the other party, and almost didn't hear the master's question.
"Who hurt you?"
Qi Shu replied, "A dragon monster."
"Little Jiao Yao, can you hurt like this?" Gu Hanjiang frowned, and asked again, "Dead?"
Qi Shu: "Well, he's dead."
Immortal Ling Xiao was quite satisfied with the answer, and after a while, he withdrew his hand: "The internal injury has not healed, and the spiritual power has been damaged. I will write a prescription in a while, and you can go to the Condensing Pill Hall to get some pills to take."
Qi Shu didn't answer.
Gu Hanjiang seldom talks and prefers to be quiet. In the past, when the two got along, Qi Shu was mostly chattering. Today's quietness is really abnormal.
Gu Hanjiang raised his eyes.
The latter lowered his eyes obediently, and whispered: "Master, there are still injuries..."
Naturally, Gu Hanjiang couldn't miss it.
Qi Shu's skin was fair, and his body would turn red when bumped or touched, but now there was a long and thin scar on his face, which was even more unsightly.
Gu Hanjiang asked: "Is the wound medicine given to you used up?"
Qi Shu cares most about his appearance, but as a cultivator who travels around the world, subduing demons and eliminating demons, it is impossible for him to retreat unscathed every time. That's why Gu Hanjiang concocted an elixir for him, whether it was a bump or a scar, it would take at most a day or two to restore it to its original state.
Qi Shu still didn't answer, those bright eyes were hidden behind the eyelashes, anyone could see that he was acting like a baby on purpose.
Waiting for Master to coax.
Gu Hanjiang stared at him deeply for a long while, then retracted his gaze like a sigh: "Get the wound medicine."
The special ointment made by Ling Xiao Xianzun has a faint mint fragrance, and it is ice-cold and cool when applied.
Qi Shu sat where he was, while Gu Hanjiang stood in front of him, lowering his head to help him apply the medicine.
Gu Hanjiang is taller than Qi Shu, and this bend can almost completely cover Qi Shu. The pretty fingers were dipped in some white ointment, and smeared on the cheeks in circles, it was a little cold and itchy.
Qi Shu suddenly regretted it.
He is no longer the teenager who was a few years ago.
The teenager is impulsive, but his emotions can still be controlled, which is different from the young people who are full of blood.
People really can't do it.
Qi Shu looked away, trying to keep his breathing steady.
He really hadn't seen Master for too long, this yearning didn't pass away in time, instead it became fresh with time, it was far more difficult to overcome than he imagined.
The master's face close at hand, his steady and cold breathing, and even the familiar smell of incense on his body all made him feel... extremely unbearable.
The biting lower lip was suddenly lightly tapped.
Qi Shu came back to his senses, Gu Hanjiang frowned slightly and looked at him: "What do you bite, does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt."
Qi Shu was so hot that his mind was a little dazed, and he wanted to get up in a trance, but Gu Hanjiang held his shoulders.
Qi Shu: "?"
"Aren't you also injured?" Gu Hanjiang said calmly, "Take off your clothes."
Qi Shu froze for a moment, his ears turned red.
The author has something to say: I wish Gu Shizun a happy Teacher's Day, and sleep to the little apprentice as soon as possible~
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It’s been too long since I’ve written an article. Slowly find the rhythm of serialization. Try to write one chapter a day. If you can’t finish writing, ask for leave, but the update is irregular.
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