Qing Shi stood on the edge of the fence, looking at the backs of Qi Yin and Fu Lan with his hands tucked away. The rhododendron blooms, and the sun shines on the shrimp-red petals, as if they are about to burn. The mountains in the distance were pale blue, the birds wiped a white shadow, and several ripples appeared on the enchantment of the sky one after another, spreading out in circles like water waves. Each generation of Feng Huanshan's sect master will dissipate his lifelong cultivation base when he dies and merge into the Jingtian Barrier, so not only has this Barrier not weakened for thousands of years, but one generation is stronger than the next. I don't know where I learned this method from, but it is said to be imitating a great god who fell to the southern border many years ago. Because of this background, this generation of barren mountain sects, which are not as good as the previous generation, have a bit more tragic color.
A gust of wind blew, and Huang Cangcang's thatched grass swayed on the roof, and the mottled light and shadow also swayed, as if the sun was trembling. Sunshine is old, martial art is old, and the world is old.
"Senior brother, why aren't you dead yet?" Qingming emerged from behind him sitting cross-legged on the sword, holding a pot of wine in his arms, which he stole from the Qing-style backyard. Daoist people are not allowed to drink alcohol, but the lower beam is not straight and the upper beam is crooked, and no one obeys the entire Fenghuan Mountain.
Qing Shi squinted his eyes and shook his head, his face trembling with white flesh, "Junior brother, you have to be euphemistic, you should ask me how my health is lately."
Qing Mingxuan stood beside him and looked at the two and one cat who were drifting farther and farther away, "Have you made up your mind? Are you just accepting that baby Qi Yin?"
"Naturally," Qing-style twisted his beard with a smile, "after all, I was entrusted by an old friend. Although I am fading, I can still make a baby full of food."
Qingming turned his head and glanced at him, "Senior brother, you overestimate our sect."
Qing style: "… "
"Qing and that old guy haven't come back yet?"
"I won't be able to come back in a short time," said Qing Shi, "Junior brother Qinghe raised the question of 'why the dreadlocks of demons are thick, while the dreadlocks of mortals are rare day by day'. Recently, Wu Fangshan has opened the Ziji Tibetan Sutra Building for the younger brother. All the classics can be called for their viewing."
Qingming spit out a sip of wine, "Is this okay?"
Qing-style smile does not change.
"Come on, stop," Qingming said, "I still have one thing I don't know, Qi Yin, you can just take it back. Yun Lan is neither a demon nor a demon nor a human being. It's very strange. How could you bring him in?"
"Because he's none of the three, we're taking him into the mountain." Qing Shi returned to the house with his sleeves on his back, and closed the door with a smile.
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In the early morning, a red sun hangs on the green hills, and the mountains are still gloomy, and there is a cloud of mist. The fat cat was sleeping in the house, purring loudly.
Qi Yin had been practicing swordsmanship for two months, but he was still standing on the ground and thrashing about.
The old fat man in the Qing style said that "something will be achieved in a few months" is not a lie to him. After all, this "number" can be one, two, three, or millions. In order to practice his swordsmanship, he thought about sitting on the cliff every morning, put the bald broom on the cliff, sat cross-legged and concentrated, and sat for an hour, just expecting the bald broom to move. As a result, after holding it for a long time, I couldn't hold back anything but farts.
Taoism is divided into three types: swordsmanship, incantation and talisman. Because there are no elders specializing in magic in the mountain, Feng Huanshan's disciples are not familiar with magic. Talismans are simple, as long as you recite the runes and learn some painting skills. Swordsmanship is divided into swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and swordsmanship is also easy. Eighteen-year-old young people can practice waist horses with horses. Only the swordsmanship made him difficult, and if he didn't know how to use the swordsmanship, he couldn't be called a sword fairy. At first, Qi Yin put the responsibility on the broom, and he relentlessly spent the boss a sum of money to go down the mountain to buy an iron sword, and practiced every day, but it was still useless. It cost one or two lines of silver in vain, and the blacksmith also said that this sword was a high-level counterfeit of the famous sword fairy saber, and almost every Taoist priest today has one.
Qi Yin sat unhappily on the threshold and wrapped his hands. He practiced too hard, the handle of the iron sword was rough, and the calluses on his hands were all torn apart. A little clenching of his fists made him grin in pain. I heard that Wufang Mountain has a kind of elixir that heals when you apply it to the wound. Unfortunately, they are still poor, and the uncle of the medicinal herb has not been seen.
Looking up at the front, Fu Lan was sitting on a small square stool with four legs, rubbing her clothes, her sleeves were tied to her elbows, revealing her fair arms. This boy is white and the sun does not tan, and all the girls in the mountains like him. The red lacquered door on the opposite side slammed, and a girl wearing a plum-green rafter appeared.
"Brother Lan, did you get up so early to wash clothes?" Sang Qing looked at Fu Lan with her cheeks up.
Fu Lan frowned and rubbed her sleeves carefully. There were so many clothes that she couldn't finish washing them.
He is good, please do whatever you want. People in the sect caught him and bullied him. Today they let him carry his rake to rake the vegetable garden, and tomorrow they let him sweep the mountain steps. Originally, it was only Yun Zhihui who asked him to wash two pieces of clothes, but then the piles of clothes piled up. The day before yesterday, Qi Yin took a look and found that there were still stinky socks with the scarred face of Qingming.
The dirty clothes from all the sects of Ganqing are here, but Qi Yin couldn't see it, so he carried the basin and returned the clothes one by one, and let them wash them by themselves. As a result, Fu Lan, a fool, thought that Qi Yin regarded the dirty clothes as clean clothes. After sending it back, another family asked for the clothes back.
Sang Qingyi glanced at Qi Yin and hummed, "You know how to be lazy, why don't you help Brother Lan?"
Qi Yin raised his bandaged hands, "My hand is injured and I can't go into the water. Your hands are good, you can help Brother Lan."
Sang Qing turned her head away, ignoring Qi Yin, tilted her head and looked at Fu Lan for a while, the more she looked, the more beautiful she felt, and Bai Shengsheng's face had a few strands of hair stuck to it, like jade.
She dipped a few drops of water on her hands and sprinkled them on Fu Lan's face. She smiled and said, "Brother Lan, rest for a while."
Fu Lan raised his hand to block it.
"You come and water me too!" Sang Qing took the water from the big pot and poured it on him.
Fu Lan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you going to leave after I pour you?"
Sang Qing pouted, "I'll leave when I'm having fun. Hmph, you just want me to leave?"
"Then I'll pour you." Fu Lan said.
Qi Yin suddenly had an ominous premonition.
I saw Fu Lan pick up the clear water basin next to her, and pour her head over Sang Qing. After a large pot of water was poured, Sang Qing became a dripping water man, opening his mouth and spitting out a small column of water.
Qi Yin was shocked on the spot.
Fu Lan put down the basin and asked, "It's all done, are you happy?"
The yard was quiet for a while, Sang Qing wiped his face and started crying.
"Yun Lan! Go to hell!" Sang Qing stood up and slapped Fu Lan with a slap.
Fu Lan was stunned by her beating, covering half of her face blankly as she watched her run back to the house.
"Brother, you are too good." Qi Yin walked up to him and looked at his face with his chin. This kid's face is tender, and there are five finger prints in a dozen. Qi Yin asked him, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Lan frowned and lowered her eyes, her face full of frustration, "Did I do something wrong?"
It's more than a mistake, it's a big mistake. If you go on like this, you will never run away as a bachelor, Qi Yin thinks so. But seeing how pitiful he was, he couldn't bear to say it, so he said, "It's alright, I'll be done with an apology later."
Fu Lan sat down again to wash clothes, the washboard was propped up in a large basin, and water was poured to rub, and the soap horn foam soaked his palms. He said: "Maybe because I was too stupid. When I was a child in southern Xinjiang, everyone didn't like to be with me."
"Isn't it me?" Qi Yin hooked his neck, "and how stupid are you? Look at how slippery your nail and rake is, and swish all over the sky. I've been dawdling here for two months. There's no movement." He sighed, "The fat cat said that this thing relies on epiphany, it's too mysterious, and I can't even find a door. It won't wait until I have a beard, and even a swordsmanship. You can't learn it."
Fu Lan lowered her head and thought for a while, "I can help you."
"Don't tell me it's double cultivation." Qi Yin joked.
Fu Lan dried the clothes, washed the soap horns in clean water, wiped his hands with the front of his clothes, raised his eyes, and the rake in the corner suddenly vibrated, humming like a bee. Qi Yin turned his head to look, Ding Rake suddenly stood up and flew in front of the two of them. Fu Lan got on the rake and reached out to him.
Qi Yin stood up holding the broom, and the rake slowly rose, carrying them to the distant mountains. The rows of tiled houses below are getting smaller and smaller, people are like ants, the mountains are rolling, and the thatched houses are scattered like stars. Qi Yin saw the vegetable garden on the mountainside, the fat head's thatched hut on the top of the mountain, and thought about the wolf king outside the Great Wall who was lying there snoring all day at the bottom of the cliff.
They flew higher and higher, white clouds hovering around their waists, white cranes flapping their wings and flying past, shaving like a knife in the sky. Did this fellow suddenly get enlightened, and Yu Ting Rake took him for a ride, trying to lure him into Hong Kong? Qi Yin asked him loudly, "Dude, what are you doing flying so high? Will you take me for a ride?"
"Remember, 'Heaven and earth coexist with me, and all things are one with me'. If all things are in you, then all things can be controlled." Fu Lan's voice was not loud, but it really came into Qi Yin's ears, as if it were her ears. Whisper.
"Oh." Qi Yin held the broom tightly.
"Then, let's begin." Fu Lan said.
Suddenly his heart was pushed by Fu Lan, and the whole person rushed forward into the sky wind. Qi Yin was startled, turned his head and looked at Fu Lan in disbelief. A god-like indifference.
"Fu! Lan—"
Qi Yin stretched out his hand to grab it, but didn't catch anything, his body fell rapidly, and the wind was blowing his clothes, like countless pigeons burrowing into his jacket. He shouldn't believe him, this person is not only a fool, but also a lunatic!
Fu Lan's figure suddenly flashed beside him, the quiet young man fell with him, his fair face was calm.
Qi Yin hurriedly said: "Hurry up and pull me up!"
"Xiao Yin, concentrate."
"Pull me up!"
"Xiao Yin, hurry up and concentrate," Fu Lan said, "otherwise, you will die."
After speaking, he disappeared, as if it was just a shadow. Qi Yin continued to fall, the mountains were at the bottom, and the blue-green mountains, rivers, lakes and seas stretched into the distance. He was a tiny mayfly, helplessly pounced on the ground. Qi Yin's heart was beating wildly, and the whole person was going crazy. There was no sign of Fu Lan anywhere, nor was there any sign of Ding Rake, only the sky and the earth were all over his eyes, and his ears were full of wind.
Think about it, think about it, what is the formula? Qi Yin hugged the broom tightly, but couldn't remember anything, her heart was beating so fast, her mind went blank!
He fell faster and faster, and the wind was blowing in his throat. The veins on his neck burst out, and he couldn't breathe, as if he was about to die. That little bastard Fu Lan, this is for real! Qi Yin put her fingers together and stabbed the broom vigorously, "Move quickly, move quickly! Let your uncle move for Lao Tzu!"
The broom still didn't respond at all, Yujian wanted the heart and the sword to be one, and the royal broom needed the heart and the broom to be one. God knows how long he has been comprehending this bald broom in the past two months, but he just can't feel the broom's dumbfounded heart. This thing has no heart at all, feel like a fart!
One didn't grasp it firmly, and the broom let go, flew far away, and disappeared in an instant. Qi Yin was in despair, and opened his hands to let the wind wrap around him. The earth was getting closer and closer to him, and he could almost see the sharp edges and corners of the pale blue rocks. At that moment, he suddenly remembered a lot of things from the past. The wet bed in Yao's attic, the nine-headed bird exploded out of his aunt's mouth, showing his teeth and dancing claws, his face was hideous. … All the memories came with the wind like white butterflies. Among the flying butterflies, he seemed to see the heart of Wutang River many years ago. The beautiful woman with blurry face stretched out her hand to him with a sad smile.
What is longevity, what is slaying demons and eliminating demons, he doesn't want anything, he just wants to have a sword in hand when a catastrophe falls from the sky!
However... it's too late.
The earth opened its arms towards him, and the hard rocky ground rushed toward him.
No one noticed that Qi Yin's fingertips had a cyan condensed light emerging like a faint firefly. However, the body stopped abruptly, and the condensed light flashed and disappeared without a trace. Qi Yin opened his eyes, and the earth was an inch away in front of his eyes, as if it was a black mocking face. The body slowly descended, muddying his face and covering his face with dust. Qi Yin buried his head in a wry smile, and sure enough, it was impossible to be forced to this extent.
Fu Lan's soap boots stopped in front of him, Qi Yin slowly got up from the ground, smiled crookedly, and said, "As I said, I don't have talent, I can't do it."
Fu Lan frowned, "Xiao Yin..."
Qi Yin patted the ashes on his body, leaned over and supported the tree to leave, Fu Lan followed behind him, Qi Yin suddenly turned around and said, "Dude, don't follow me."
Fu Lan was stunned.
"Dude, a dog is a dog, Qi Yin is Qi Yin, it's different. People can change, and after more than ten years, I have long forgotten about the four-year-old." Qi Yin looked at He said softly, "So, don't follow me."
Fu Lan stared at him with wide eyes, Qi Yin pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled, and left without looking back.