In the blink of an eye, Shi Wuduan has lived on Jiulu Mountain for five years. His stature has jumped a lot, the bones of a young man have not yet grown to the full, and his figure is slightly slender than that of an adult, but he has already revealed a figure of tall stature, but his brows and eyes are getting pale day by day, and he no longer jumps out, which is really quite In order to be worthy of the lower-ranked disciples, others called him "little uncle".
In the past five years, the Cuiping bird's fur has been changed twice, but the rabbit spirit, not to mention transforming into form, even delays in practicing. This time, someone was feeding him delicious food and drink again, his body seemed to be blown out of breath, and he had gained weight a few times. From a distance, he looked like a puppy.
In the first year, Shi Wuduan would still be anxious because he was under house arrest on the top of Jiulu Mountain. Although he was repressed, sometimes it was difficult to conceal the hostility towards Bitan and others. He would visit Bitan every time and leave Afterwards, he locked himself in the room alone, even blocking the Cuiping Bird and the Rabbit Spirit from outside, and stabbed the wall with a small dagger, and even at the most unbearable moment, he even stabbed the knife at himself, as if If he didn't vent like this, he would be suffocated to death.
However, such patience has become a habit over time.
The good times are like water, flickering slips away through the fingers, a hundred years is like a flash, a lifetime is still unfinished, but the sad years are like knives, sharpening one's inner face one by one, so that it seems that you can't turn around The scene of the head, the person has changed beyond recognition.
The books that Shi Wudu has read are piled up higher than others, and he lives a quiet life without going out of the door. If he is asked to memorize those things that are not worth mentioning, just pick up a book at random, turn to that page at random, and refer to it. He could recite a word endlessly, and when he talked about other things, he was unwilling to say anything, as if he had tied his soul to those few yellowed and stale pages day and night.
After a long time, even Bitan became suspicious, thinking that this child might really know nothing, otherwise how could he be so calm? I don't care about him anymore.
Gradually, in Shi Wuduan's eyes, speaking became a luxury. He knew in his heart that he was not raised by Xuanzong, but imprisoned by Xuanzong. He had to be extremely careful when talking to others. He had to think about it for a long time, sometimes in the dead of night, Shi Wudu couldn't bear it, and he once talked to the Cuiping Bird and the Rabbit Spirit, but these two things were really ignorant. silence.
He had a lot of time to worry about. At first, Shi Wuduan used this time to think about how to escape, but later he realized that Bitan and Jianghua are different. If he escaped from Jianghua and was caught back, at best he would suffer a brain collapse But now Xuanzong is not playing tricks on him.
A child, especially a spoiled child, when he is young and ignorant, there will always be some kind of innocence like "I can do anything", and when he finds out that he is nothing, That is already many years later.
Relatively speaking, the phrase "you have to figure out a way to survive" is really like trying to encourage the growth of seedlings, and quickly instilled in him half-baked truths that others would have to live for many years to understand.
Shi Wuduan sits next to the dead astrolabe in the yard every day, his mind never resting for a moment, he thinks about many things, Bitan may not teach him to read out of good intentions, but reading is always right, the ancients said He has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles. Although he has never traveled thousands of miles, he has barely experienced a catastrophe. In addition, he has a very high level of understanding. His pretentiousness actually led him to take another path.
Sometimes when he was thinking about it, he would stare at the astrolabe in a daze. He didn't pay attention at first, but one day, Shi Wuduan discovered that the star sand on the astrolabe was not disordered.
He still couldn't understand what was on it, Shi Wuduan knew that the astrolabe hadn't been moved since his master passed away, and this thing was still left at the moment when the mountain lamp hadn't risen.
Shi Wuduan likes star calculations, and others don't necessarily panic. After all, it doesn't matter if it's Bitan or Banya... Then Master Kuruo, who has never appeared in front of Shi Wuduan again, and doesn't know whether he is dead or alive now, is fine. , although their cultivation base is quite high, they have little experience in this aspect.
Astrology is useful, it can be used to find people and calculate the weather, but it is said that a master can calculate someone's fate, it is more idiotic. Fate is impermanent and intricate, how can mortals be able to figure it out? Only those who are proficient in this way can be aware of some major disasters, catastrophes, great fortunes and disasters, emperors and stars, dynasty overthrows and other major movements.
If you say big, if you have learned this knowledge, you are a talent who knows the world. If you say small, ordinary people can just look at the cloudy, sunny, rainy and snowy tomorrow.
In Bitan's eyes, these mysterious and mysterious knowledge are mostly used for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and have nothing to do with the Dao, so he is allowed to practice. People who deliver meals to the top of the mountain will occasionally see this reclusive person "Little Master Uncle", squatting next to the astrolabe, sometimes thinking hard, sometimes using a small wooden stick to draw long, incomprehensible calculations, at this time his whole eyes will light up, like It's like falling into it.
However, once he found that someone was coming, he would return to that dull expression.
This year, Shi Wuduan was already sixteen years old, Bitan suddenly sent someone to look for him, and handed him a post, saying that it was the Xuanzong's Martial Arts Conference held every 30 years, and he was specially invited to come out and join everyone Let's have fun together.
The so-called "Martial Arts Conference" is actually a trial for Xuanzong's disciples to enter the realm over the years. Firstly, to let the headmaster see the abilities of the junior disciples below. Various situations may happen in ten years. There will be some vacancies in Xuanzong. The disciples who performed well in the Martial Arts Conference have the hope of taking these seats, but this is not enough, the most attractive The most important thing is that Xuanzong's imperial court always sends people to the grand meeting held every thirty years. If anyone can catch the eyes of these guests, the future will be limitless.
Cultivating the Tao is no better than cultivating immortals to escape from the heaven and earth, after all, the mortal heart is still alive.
Shi Wuduan accepted the post politely, and thought about it in his heart, what did they ask him to do? As a mascot? Decoration? For whom? Does this mean Bitan or Banya
He glanced at the person who handed the post. He looked like a young man with a smile on his face. He looked quite pleasing, and asked, "This...what's your name?"
"Back to Junior Martial Uncle, my name is Liang Xiao, and the eldest disciple under the head is my benefactor."
When Shi Wuduan heard the word "head", his heart moved, but his face didn't show it. He didn't have many opportunities to speak. I don't know when he started, but he developed this kind of jumping out word by word, looking like a Like an old man on the verge of death, he paused for a while, he let out an "oh", and after a while, he continued: "You are Brother Zhao's disciple."
Liang Xiao waited for him for a long while, feeling that his face was about to freeze with laughter, thinking that he was going to make some high-level remarks, but who knew that he waited for this nonsense, and hurriedly said: "Yes, it is my nephew."
Shi Wuduan glanced at him, nodded and said, "Okay."
What good? The corners of Liang Xiao's mouth twitched, he looked up at Shi Wudu for a while, thinking, why is this person so impolite, and after a long time, he saw that this person carefully folded the post three times and put it in his sleeve Then, he cupped his hands, and said slowly: "It's a great luck to catch up with the 30th anniversary event. Please report back to the master master for me. There is no reason for my lack of talent. I will definitely be there to help out."
Liang Xiao hurriedly said, "Definitely." Only then did he realize that this gentleman was not unreasonable in etiquette, but he wanted to give him time to call him etiquette, so he wanted to walk away. Shi Wudu opened his mouth again, and then this gentleman procrastinated, The young man said as if he was too mature: "Nephew Liang is young and talented, you must have prepared a lot for the martial arts conference, and my uncle congratulates you in advance for your bright future."
Hearing these words in Liang Xiao's ears, he felt very strange, as if the person in front of him was not a young man, but an old man in his seventies and eighties with white hair, he hurriedly said a few polite words, and walked out as if fleeing.
Shi Wudu smiled and watched his back, leaning against the door, but his eyes were cold. He turned back and went into the room, and took out a stack of manuscript papers under the table, which he obtained after spending five years calculating and studying the last sea of stars left by Daozu without anyone teaching him.
Shi Wuyuan twitched his fingers lightly, and a small flame jumped out of his hand, instantly burning a pile of paper to ashes. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the opportunity for him to leave Xuanzong had come.
On the day of the Martial Arts Conference, Shi Wuduan finally appeared in front of everyone again.
According to his seniority, Shi Wuduan wanted to sit with the Twelve Immortals, Zhao Chengye and other senior disciples, so he chose the last seat and didn't talk to anyone. Different from those disciples who were diligently rushing all the way on the road of martial arts at the foot of the mountain, he, who was raised by his stepmother, looked like a different kind when he came out.
Xuanzong's journey of martial arts has always been very hard, and he also has to practice in winter and summer in summer. He has to practice 18 kinds of weapons, and he has to compete with them from time to time. So most of the disciples came out in commoner clothes, but practitioners, especially martial practitioners, naturally had brilliance and imposing appearance, and every single one of them appeared to be extremely energetic when they stood in the arena.
Shi Wuduan didn't know if it was intentional or not. He was wrapped in a ball of brocade. Although he was not pale and emaciated, his brows and eyes were drooping, and he looked like he was chanting sutras. It's only when people come forward to talk to him that they can discover the... extraordinaryness of this little uncle.
He is slower than others even in obedience, talks incoherently and without interest, his mind is like a lump of paste, and from time to time he even drops a book bag regardless of the occasion, the most disgusting thing Yes, the book bag seemed to have fallen from a cliff, and it took a year or two to land. The word "smelly and long" is simply not enough to describe its wisdom and martial arts.
Not for a moment, no one without eyes would dare to surround this "legendary" little uncle. Everyone agreed that Shi Wuyuan came out to explain to the big guy what it means to be "golden and jade on the outside, but on the inside". of.
Shi Wuduan smiled to himself, shrank steadily into the corner, his eyes swept across the field, and suddenly stopped, he saw Master Kuruo——
Master Kuruo's guards were not the flowery and jade-like senior sisters in his impression, but a few Xuanzong male disciples in strong clothes, and the rest of the female disciples were a few feet away from their master. There was already a look of anger on his face.
The few people who followed Ku Ruo were not guards, anyone with a discerning eye would know that it was a kidnapping when they saw it.
Just at this moment, Ku Ruo seemed to feel something, suddenly raised her eyes, and met Shi Wudu's eyes, she was startled, anxious expression appeared on her face, she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, Shi Wudu sighed secretly He took a breath, knowing in his heart that this uncle could not hold back his temper, so he raised the wine glass on the table, with a smile on his face, and signaled to her from a distance.
After drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, the drums had already sounded, and Bitan stepped onto the high platform to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth—this is the beginning of the meeting. Shi Wuduan averted his gaze, and stopped looking at Master Kuruo, and then his eyes fell on the Grand Tutor who came representing the holy will—this person is exactly the one he saw at the gate of Xuanzong five years ago, following the emperor The middle-aged man next to the chariot. I understood in my heart that Ku Ruo was probably the same as herself these years, and was under house arrest by them. Now Bitan wanted to find a way out for herself, and took advantage of this occasion to bring Ku Ruo out to show her face. When she had a fit, he pulled himself out to comfort her.
Holding the wine glass, Shi Wuduan thought with a gentle and respectful face, Bitan, an old and immortal bitch, can't do anything else, but he is really familiar with setting up a memorial archway for himself.