The black cat slapped Fu Lan fiercely and whispered, "Go and sit next to the baby."
Fu Lan shook her head and said, "It's too advanced."
They were sitting at the front, so close to Mr. that he couldn't fall asleep. The black cat was half-dead when he heard it, and hated the iron for being out of control: "You idiot, do you want to marry a wife?"
Fu Lan asked suspiciously, "Didn't you just not marry?"
The black cat is speechless, it is not unreasonable for this fellow to be single until now. Seeing the two people in front sitting next to their knees, the black cat stared at Fu Lan with rolling green eyes. Fu Lan stayed for a while, but finally packed up her books and sat down beside Qi Yin obediently.
Yuan Yin arrived late, grabbed the scriptures and began to preach the scriptures incessantly. After all, it is an old man, and his voice is slow. When he recites the scriptures, it is like singing a song. Because of Qi Lingshu, Qi Yin felt like sitting on pins and needles at first, but gradually became unable to bear it and fell asleep. Little by little, he was about to press down. Suddenly falling into a cold palm, Qi Yin opened his eyes in a daze, and a hand with sharp joints caught his forehead. Turning his head, he saw Qi Lingshu looking down at him.
"Listen to the class," he said.
Suddenly, the three souls and seven souls were shocked out of Jiuxiaoyun, Qi Yin sat up suddenly, his shoulders were straight, and he did not dare to move. Qi Lingshu said again: "Call the one next to you also."
Looking to the side, Fu Lan was already asleep in his arms. Qi Yin poked him, Fu Lan rubbed his eyes and sat up, stayed for a long time, then fell asleep leaning on Qi Yin's shoulder.
Qi Yin: "..."
Yuan Yin saw it really, and shook his head silently on it. Feng Huanshan is notoriously reluctant to make progress. The mud can't support the wall, and no one can do anything. He knocked on the gavel, awakening everyone who was dozing off. He tapped the tip of his tongue, twisted the corner of the paper and turned to the next page, and continued to read his scriptures.
Qi Lingshu has learned all these babble scriptures. He doesn't have to attend lectures. He will approve the assignments one by one at the bottom, and finally turn to Qi Yin's. Qi Yin felt guilty. He really didn't know how to write this stuff. He read a book all night with the lamp on, and talked in books. In the end, it was hard to come up with an article, and when I looked back, I only felt that it was all water poured out of his mind.
Qi Lingshu was obsessed with the cinnabar pen, and the more he looked down, the tighter his brows became. Qi Yin just read the scriptures for a while, and when he glanced and peeked, he found that his textbook was blood-red, it was a mess, and it was horrible to see. Qi Yin felt uneasy in her heart, thinking that she should not rewrite it. Qi Lingshu has already flipped through his class posts and read the next one.
The next one belonged to Fu Lan, and Qi Lingshu's brows furrowed even more deeply. At first, he thought that he had made a mistake, so he turned back. Fu Lan's is the last one, and there is no more. This guy's class post didn't write a word, just signed a handsome name on it.
Qi Yin saw it in his eyes and silently supported his forehead, it would be better not to pay.
It was difficult to endure until the end of school. The spell class was held once every three days, and there was no class today. Like a bird out of a cage, Qi Yin hurriedly collected the books and wanted to go back to the yard. Just as he was about to leave with Fu Lan, Qi Lingshu stood in front of them and said, "Come with me."
"Where?" Qi Yin asked.
"Stone room."
"why?"
Qi Lingshu took out two class posts and sent them to them, "Rewrite the discussion."
Fu Lan was stunned, "Should I rewrite it too?"
"You don't need to read and write..." Qi Yin said with a bitter face, "You see, otherwise, we will write it and send it to you?"
Qi Lingshu stood on the edge of the threshold, turned her face slightly against the light of the sky, her cold eyes fell on Qi Yin, and there seemed to be an invisible pressure. He repeated, "Follow me, come."
The words have already been said on this account, how dare Qi Yin not obey. Feng Huan and several senior brothers and sisters shook their heads and sighed, not knowing which idiot Qi Yin had offended Qi Lingshu, causing others to target him like this. Before leaving, he patted him and Fu Lan on the shoulders one by one, and asked them to take care of themselves and return safely.
Fu Lan frowned and asked Qi Yin, "Is he jealous of us?"
In front of him, Qi Lingshu's face turned black, and there was a hint of wind and rain coming. Qi Yin was horrified, and quickly covered Fu Lan's mouth and said, "Oh, my ancestor, please stop talking. If you say one word, my life will be ten years short!"
The two followed Qi Lingshu all the way. Because of the snow, the sky was still misty at noon. There were white snowdrifts everywhere, and the world was dizzy. Qi Lingshu walked in front with the Wenxue Sword on his back, and his tall and straight back was like a thorn. , standing unreasonably conspicuous in the desolate world, but even more solitary. After walking for a long time, it was time to have a cup of tea. After passing through the winding corridors and courtyards, passing through the waist gates of the hanging flower gates, and climbing the stairs all the way, I saw the place called "Stone Room" from a distance.
It is at the highest point of the extinction peak, at the top of the Siguo cliff, living in isolation from the crowd, and is far away from everyone. Say it is a stone room, it is better to say it is a cave. The four walls are thick stone walls, clapping on them. It's surprisingly cold here, and as soon as you enter it, it's like falling into an ice cave, and your fingertips tremble. A stone table stands on the ground of Qingyan, with a few stone benches beside it. His butt was touched, and it immediately seemed to freeze into ice cubes. A stone bed is close to the corner, and the other side of the stone wall is against a few bookshelves, on which are densely placed many books. There is a stone room further inside, and a bed can be vaguely seen.
Qi Yin hesitantly stepped in, this is Qi Shenwei's original residence. When Qi Yin stumbled and grew up in Wutang, he practiced here, studied here, pondered here, and taught his little apprentices here. On the bookshelf were his notes, his Taoism, and Qi Yin took out a copy. That guy's words were just broken, his pen was as sharp as a sword, and he had an indescribable character. What kind of person is he? Qi Yin thought that he had longed for it when he was a child, and grew up with disgust. Eighteen years later, he finally came to this man's world, as if it was destined.
Qi Yin slowly exhaled, put the book back, sat on the edge of the stone table, lowered her eyebrows and took out the ink. Qi Lingshu watched him quietly for a while, then turned to ask Fu Lan, "Why hand in blank paper?"
Fu Lan was silent for a while, without saying a word.
This guy has probably learned to behave well, knowing that telling the truth will definitely be beaten, Qi Yin couldn't help but feel relieved.
He was reluctant to answer, and Qi Lingshu had no choice, so he eased his voice and said, "The first thing to do in Daoism is to raise doubts, and then to explore Yi Suoyin and make a subtle explanation. If you want to have something to say, you must accumulate experience. , you are just getting started, you have never gotten rid of demons, you should seek answers from the old examples of the predecessors in the book. Yun Yin, you have too many arguments, and each point has not been in-depth, which is too big and unworthy. I suggest you take a little, deep and deep Check it out, it might work."
Qi Yin nodded.
"Here is a copy of the ancient book that I copied myself. If you want to read it through, it may take some time. I have marked the key points, and you should find the key points for yourself. If you have any doubts, feel free to ask me." Qi Lingshu put the booklet Pushing it in front of them, there was a bit of bitterness in the words, "Yun Yin, I won't hold you accountable for your cheating before, but if you don't even want to practice Dao, what's the point of you coming here without a way? Saying it's useless, you can do it yourself."
When did this kid become so long-winded? Qi Yin felt aggrieved in her heart, but she couldn't say anything. She scratched her head and said "oh" shyly.
Fu Lan frowned and said, "Can you not write it?"
Qi Lingshu looked at him silently, as if there was ice in his eyes condensed little by little.
"..." Fu Lan silently picked up the pen.
Little by little, the snow stopped outside, and the sun shone through the clouds, hitting the ground like tiger stripes. Qi Lingshu closed his eyes and meditated on the stone bed. Qi Yin and Fu Lan stared at the white paper in a daze. They both stared at each other, not knowing what to write. Qi Lingshu sighed over there and said, "There are many differences between humans and demons, habits, nine orifices, six possessions, and meridians, why don't you know how to write?"
Habits seem to be better written. Qi Yin determined the direction and flipped through the book.
After a while, a disciple climbed the cliff and whispered at the entrance of the cave: "Little Master, Elder Kuan called you over."
Qi Lingshu got up and left. Seeing that Qi Lingshu was gone, Qi Yin suddenly collapsed, lying on the table and sighing. When that fellow was here, it seemed that even the air was ice-cold, forcing people to sit upright and not dare to make trouble. Qi Yin lifted Erlang's legs, pouted his mouth and clamped the brush under his nose, turning over Qi Lingshu's copy. This servant's calligraphy is also like Qi Shenwei's, and it is estimated that he learned stroke by stroke according to Qi Shenwei. Qi Yin touched the divinely-like stroke of the brush, and it may also be taught by Qi Shenwei holding his hand stroke by stroke.
"Xiao Yin," Fu Lan put down her pen and said, "Did you smell it?"
"Ah? Smell what?" Qi Yin raised her head suspiciously, her eyes suddenly lit up, "That little serious person shouldn't hide food, right?"
Fu Lan shook his head, he sat beside Qi Yin and injected spiritual power into Qi Yin's back. The cold trickle of spiritual power flowed through the meridians once again, and the five senses suddenly became delicate and sharp, and even the light from the sky could see the colorful colors. Fu Lan released the small fish, and the small blue fish swam silently, and Qi Yin's vision gradually changed a tone.
Blood. Room full of blood.
In Xiaoyu's eyes, Qi Yin was horrified to find that the originally spotless walls were covered with dark red stains, the stone bed, the stone table, and the cracks in the rocks, all of them. These bloodstains have been washed, but they still cannot escape the eyes of the little fish.
The blood stains on the stone walls were like splashes, there were several bloody handprints on the ground on the green rock, and a few bloody figures could be vaguely seen. There was a long trail of blood dragged in from the outside, and it was obvious that a seriously injured person had been dragged in hard.
"Five smells of blood, five people," Fu Lan said, "the five missing people in Wufangshan died here."
"Why..." Qi Yin couldn't believe her eyes, "Why did they die here?"
Fu Lan looked at the blood stains on the wall and said, "Mortals practice Wuluo's secret method, and they want to kill people and get blood to continue their lives."
Qi Yin was dumbfounded, "You mean that my father also practiced the Wuluo secret method."
Fu Lan thought for a while, then shook her head again, "No, you don't need so much blood. And blood splatters everywhere, it's a waste."
An unnamed fear came to him, and the vines crawled all over Qi Yin's chest. He has a headache, what the hell is going on? Wufang Mountain looks white and flawless, but it is strange everywhere. What does Qi Shenwei mean
How much does Qi Lingshu know? Was this kid in nowhere when Qi Shenwei died? He... Can you trust him
It took an hour before Qi Lingshu came back, and their Taoism had already been written. Qi Lingshu checked Qi Yin's, frowned and watched for a long while, and then made some revisions, forcing Qi Yin to tuck his hair, and then barely let him pass. Picking up Fu Lan's again, he just glanced at it, and there was a clear stunned look on his fair face. Qi Yin looked over his head and was stunned on the spot.
Nothing was written on the paper, and Fu Lan just drew two pictures. One is a human body. He marked the six possessions and nine orifices one by one, and also drew the complete direction of the meridians. The other is a meridian diagram of an animal, which looks like a cat.
"Whose meridian map are you drawing?" Qi Lingshu asked him.
Fu Lan said: "Xiao Yin and the cat."
Qi Yin: "..."
Qi Yin's mood was indescribable, and he unconsciously looked at the crotch of the meridian map of the human body. Fu Lan, a disciple, even drew the meridians of that place!
"Why do you know Yun Yin's body so well?" Qi Lingshu asked hesitantly.
Fu Lan said calmly, "I've been in."
Qi Lingshu's expression became complicated, "Go in?"
"..." Qi Yin was about to go crazy and said, "Don't ask, it has nothing to do with you!"
After speaking, he stuffed the book into the bookcase, turned around and drilled out of the cave. The wind and smoke outside, smog and smog, under the cliff was the sea of ice and the sky, the white smoke was like a roll of rice paper, and the dark-colored mountains on the edge were Ink blots on top.
"Yun Yin." Qi Lingshu stopped him from behind.
Qi Yin stopped and heard his cold voice, "Love hinders the avenue, and breaking your sleeves is not the right way, you... just do it yourself."
With these words again, Qi Yin's eyelids twitched, talking about love hindering them without Fangshan? A nameless fire rushed to my heart. He clenched his fist and turned around to say something, but stopped when he saw Qi Lingshu. He stood on the steps, his brows furrowed, Qi Yin stood under the steps, staring at him silently across the smoke and snow.
Qi Yin took a few deep breaths and said, "Little Shishu, have you ever noticed that all of you who are helpless are very busy with their own business? It's your business if you stick to the Tao. A ghost fire Taoist is satisfied with earning a bite to eat. As for me and my brother, why are we two doing nothing to hinder you? Thank you today, my affairs have nothing to do with you in the future, and I will never see you again."
After he finished speaking, he left, Qi Lingshu stood there in a daze, and didn't say a word for a long time.
Fu Lan slung the bookcase behind him and said, "Are you repairing the rotten secret spell?"
Qi Lingshu turned around, "Yes, what?"
"Stop cultivating, that technique is very dangerous." Fu Lan said lightly.
Qi Lingshu's eyes were stagnant, and he glanced at him coldly, "What do you mean?"
Fu Lan didn't answer, only said: "You are that person's disciple, Xiao Yin doesn't want you to be in trouble."
Without waiting for Qi Lingshu to ask, Fu Lan turned around and descended the cliff, and the thin figure disappeared step by step into the depths of the snow steps, at the end of the cliff.