The gravel road screeched under his feet, and Fu Lan walked across the fence with Qi Yin on his back, with a towering tree above his head, the leaves flapping and flying, like many pigeons flapping their wings. Fu Lan returned to the room, put the person on the bed, and with a flick of the index finger, the spell on the wall dimmed a little, leaving a little warm orange light.
The boy fell asleep halfway through the story, so Fu Lan had to carry him back. The halo softened his brows, eyes closed, tired and serene. Fu Lan squatted beside the bed and looked at Qi Yin. After nearly thirteen years of separation, mortals have a bad memory, especially when they were young. When he was a child, he called him brother by the front of his shirt, and he was still crying in his arms. Now But don't remember at all. Fu Lan looked at him quietly, a little depressed.
Qi Yin seemed to dream of something, frowned slightly, and called out softly, "Brother..."
Fu Lan was stunned.
The black cat jumped to Qi Yin's pillow and said, "Dude, the baby dreamed of you."
Fu Lan pulled Qi Yin's hair behind her ears and nodded lightly.
Well, the puppy dreamed of his little brother.
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The slow sound of the bell scattered into the mountains and forests, startling a group of white cranes and flying high.
Qi Yin yawned and got out of bed, washed his face and mouth in the yard. There was no washbasin or towel, so he had to use a wooden bucket, although the bucket was also tattered, with half a piece of wood missing on one side. Except for their place, the other washhouses were empty, the mud road was quiet on both sides, some senior brothers forgot to close the door, and could vaguely see the pots and pans on the ground. After being stunned for a while, I remembered that they had morning classes. Qi Yin and Fu Lan had just arrived, and they would have to wait two days before they started to follow everyone in class.
Yawning and going down the mountain to the vegetable garden for breakfast, Fu Lan walked in front with the cat on her back. The dead cat was very lazy, and he didn't want to walk on his own after a long journey, so he asked Fu Lan to carry it. Carry it on the left shoulder today and on the right shoulder tomorrow. According to this fat cat, it is to prevent Fu Lan from growing into a high and low shoulder.
After walking for half an hour, I finally arrived at the vegetable garden. Fang Fangzheng had a vegetable garden, and all the plants were white and tender Chinese cabbage. It is clearly not yet in season, but it has grown white and big, and the dewdrops are rolling around on the white jade-like stems, and it is completely ready to be harvested.
It was said to be the dining room, but there was no one in it. There was only a stove and a few greasy square tables. It seemed that I had to cook by myself. Fu Lan fastened her arms, pulled out a Chinese cabbage and held it to the stove. Qi Yin sat on the bench, this was the first time he was served in so many years. I don't need to cook, just open my mouth and wait for the meal, I feel a little unaccustomed to it.
Qi Yin didn't remember any of the past events that Fu Lan said last night. He was so young back then that he didn't even remember his mother, let alone these two monsters.
Since he arrived at his aunt's house, he has never been back to Wujiang. The villagers in the past have never met, and no one has told him about his mother's time in Wujiang. There is no way to prove that what Fu Lan said is true or false. Looking at Fulan's expression and tone, it didn't seem like a fake, but soon after Fulan returned to the southern border, his mother moved around, and even went to his aunt, and put on his eighteen glasses to cover his breath, obviously hiding from these two demons.
He remembered that his aunt had said a few things about his mother, mostly making fun of his mother, saying that every night before going to bed, he would block the door with a box and a table, and ask the ghost fire Taoist priest to paint talismans all over the wall, and take it wherever he goes. Qi Yin, Qi Yin ran around with his mother to work and get tan at that time.
"New?" Suddenly a person came in at the door, wearing a light blue Taoist robe with patches, his hair was messy like grass, his face was dark, and there was a scar on his face, running from the left eyebrow across the bridge of the nose to the right. Seriously, if this slash was deeper, his entire skull would be shattered in half.
The one who stayed in Caiyuanzi knew that it was the precept elder, Uncle Ye Qingming. Qi Yin was about to salute when Qingming reached out his hand to block it and said, "Don't salute me. Let me tell you the truth, Wu Fangshan just sent me an invitation a few days ago and asked me to come over to give a lecture. Hanging on the southeast branch is going to be dead or alive, I have already patted my butt and left." He sat down opposite Qi Yin with his sleeves on his shoulders, "So, when your head ascends to the sky, I will immediately go to Wufang Mountain. I am not interested in knowing who you are. Anyone, don't call me uncle, just think I'm passing by."
Qi Yin: "..."
After he finished speaking, he turned his face and said to Fu Lan again: "Boy with a white face, give me one too, and you should honor the old man."
Fu Lan obeyed obediently, turned around and went out and pulled out another Chinese cabbage.
Ye Qingming pulled a piece of grass to tease the black cat, "You two boys, are you being tricked into coming up? Good mortals don't do it, why do you want to cultivate?"
"Uh, how do you say that sentence, slaying demons and eliminating demons, holding a sword to defend the road." Qi Yin scratched her head, her eyes fluttering with a guilty conscience.
Ye Qingming laughed and said, "Forget it. Before Feng returned to the mountain, there were ten disciples, five people who were kidnapped by swindlers in all corners of the world, three people who went home to do business and farm land, and one who was begging on the streets to make a living."
"Is there another one?"
"I was eaten by demons while slaying demons."
Qi Yin: "..."
Ye Qingming grabbed Qi Yin's arm, kneaded it from the shoulder, and touched the bones of his fingers. Qi Yin was taken aback and thought to himself that this uncle Lao Shizi also had a broken sleeve? He wanted to free his hand, but this guy was extremely powerful, his fingers pinched Qi Yin's bones, causing Qi Yin to grin.
Ye Qingming touched it for a long time, shook his head, and said, "The root bones are mediocre and the meridians are narrow. Just like you, it may take a hundred or eight years to cultivate the Tao before you can make a small achievement. However, you must be able to survive until that age. "
Qi Yin rubbed her arms and said depressedly, "Did you just feel your bones?"
Ye Qingming nodded.
"Mediocre is mediocre, just play around with it, if it really doesn't work, I'll trick it out." Qi Yin said lightly.
He didn't hold out much hope at first, and he was content with the idea of having a roof to protect him from the wind and rain. If you think about it, it really is that God does not make beauty. His father Goujianxian is said to be a kendo genius that is rare to see in Wufang Mountain in a hundred years. No talent was passed on to him at all.
Ye Qingming looked over at Fu Lan's pot, frowned, and said, "Why are you cooking rice paste? We don't have any children here."
Fu Lan put the paste into a bowl and said, "Yes, Xiao Yin."
"Who is Xiao Yin?"
Qi Yin raised her hand on her forehead, "Me."
Ye Qingming looked strange and said, "You're such a strong child!"
After breakfast, go to the top of the mountain to greet the master. Qi Yin guessed that the other brothers and sisters would ignore it, after all, no one came to greet Qingming. However, they just came, and they still abide by the rules.
The fat man hadn't woken up when they arrived, and waited at the door for an hour before letting them in. Qing style is still sitting on the rattan chair, his face is white and his cheeks are a little red, like a pot-bellied Buddha in a temple. He took a sip of tea as usual, and picked a piece of rattan from the back of the chair to pick his teeth. The back of the chair was about to make him bald.
Three identical-looking Dao boys stood beside him and waited, holding a towel and a tea bowl, with red lips and white teeth, like paper dolls in a funeral ceremony. Qi Yin felt that the three of them were weird, so he couldn't help but look at them a few more times. When he came back and saw that there were only two, he thought they were twins, but he didn't expect them to be triplets.
Fu Lan and Qi Yin invited An, and said with a clear smile: "I have a heart, I have a heart. Your brothers and sisters haven't come to ask An for almost three years," and sighed, "The child is getting older. It's not my mother."
Qi Yin thought silently, Master, you are a man.
Yun Zhi came in through the door, holding a broom and a rake in his hand, and sent them to Qi Yin and Fu Lan respectively. Qi Yin was stunned with the broom, is this asking him to sweep the floor and let Fu Lan rake the vegetable garden
"You will have a class with your fellow apprentices in two days. This is a tool for your Sword Master class." Qing Shi said.
"Uh, that..." Qi Yin asked, full of doubts, "Isn't Yu Jian supposed to use a sword? How to use this thing?"
"Little disciple's words are bad." Qing Shi was sitting upright, suddenly showing a seriousness that is not often seen in normal times, "One of the ways of the sword is to cultivate the heart of the sword and gain the will of the sword. Wood, brick, and stone can be used as swords, so why stick to three feet of ordinary iron?"
Is it really not because there is no money to buy a sword? Qi Yin was suspicious.
Qi Yin hesitated for a while, and then asked again, "Master, how long does it take to learn the swordsmanship? Uncle Qingming said that I am not very good at my roots, will it take a long time to practice?"
"Poor bones?" Qing-style beard curled up and his eyes widened. "Young apprentice, don't belittle yourself. You are born with extraordinary roots, a rare beauty that can't be found in a century. Sword mastery is just an entry, it depends on you. Talent will be achieved in a few months."
"Really..." Qi Yin didn't quite believe it, "Then when will the Dao and Dharma be accomplished?"
"Don't be impatient, little apprentice," Qing Shi took off his hat, revealing his shiny bald head, "When you practice like me, you will be the number one figure in Sifang Xianshan."
Yun Zhi patted Qi Yin's shoulder and said, "Master is right, I went to the Wufang Xianshan Conference a few years ago, and all the elders were bald and bright, and even the night pearl was saved at the conference. Look. If you want to reach the top, you must first reach the top!"
"Is it too late to go back to Wutang now?" Qi Yin twitched the corners of her mouth, "Yunzhi, you said Yujian sent me back."
"Of course you can," Yun Zhi smiled and stretched out his gloved palm, "Twelve taels of silver for the travel fee, refuse to bargain."
"Your grandfather's..."
"By the way," Qing Shi waved his hand, and a book flew out from the bookshelf and landed in Fu Lan's arms, "Xiao Lan, as a demon, it is invaluable for you to change your evil ways. Reciting it three times in the morning and evening is beneficial to your cultivation.”
Fu Lan thanked them, and the two went out together.
The sky was bright, and Qi Yin stood in the courtyard with a depressed expression. That fat man was full of fat, and he looked like a liar. The words are messed up, and I don't know which is true and which is false. Yun Zhi is just a little liar, and he cannot be trusted. Looking down at the tattered broom in his arms, he felt even more gloomy about the future.
Fu Lan has been practicing Yao Dao for so long, so he should be very knowledgeable, and asked him if he should be reliable. Qi Yin asked, "Dude, do you think it's reliable for Master to let us practice swords with broom nails?"
Fu Lan nodded.
"Then it seems that what he said is really not bad, every grass and every tree can be a sword, and it makes sense to think about it." Qi Yin scratched his head and said, "Since he didn't lie, it seems that I still have my roots. Is it really good?"
Fu Lan shook her head and said, "Pingping money."
Qi Yin: "..."
The black cat yawned and said, "The fat man is probably afraid of your lack of self-confidence, so he told a small lie to encourage and encourage you. Baby, swordsmanship depends very much on talent, and diligence is not enough. Do you want to consider cultivating our demon? Dao? You only need to swallow and kill a few demons and eat a few more children, and you will be successful in no time, hahaha."
"Stop, I won't be able to cultivate the demon path even if I die."
Qi Yin struggled for a while, clearly there was a voice in his heart that made him accept his fate, but there was a bud-like expectation that appeared. Then he asked again, "If I take some medicine for washing the meridians and cutting the bones, can it be beneficial?"
The black cat shook his head, "That kind of medicine is very expensive. You can't even buy it if you sell it with the fool."
Alas, Qi Yin sighed, in the final analysis it was still poor money.