As soon as he entered the courtyard, a scent of fragrance rushed over his face, Qingxuan's spirit was lifted, and he was extremely refreshed for a while, and his tense emotions were relaxed.
In the middle of the courtyard, there is a three-legged bronze incense burner with auspicious clouds and water patterns half a person's height, and sandalwood incense is lingering in the burner. On both sides of the yard, there are transplanted exotic trees with gnarled branches and bowl-sized white flowers, exuding a refreshing herbal aroma. Incense and flower fragrance are two completely different fragrances, and it is usually difficult to coordinate them. However, the owner of the small courtyard has an amazing sense of taste. He was able to find a flower tree of the same quality as sandalwood and blend these two fragrances so skillfully. , this fragrance is fresh and elegant, refined and refined, which makes the owner of the small courtyard feel extraordinarily out of this world.
There are three upper rooms on the front. Although there are no carved beams and painted buildings, they are also very unique. There are various parrots, thrushes and other birds hanging on the corridors on both sides of the mountain.
A pair of couplets are engraved on the pillars on both sides of the main entrance, which read:
Yin and Yang naturally change with each other,
Miaozhen's nature is whatever.
There is a plaque on the top, and three large gold characters are engraved on it:
"Jing Si Zhai"
The handwriting is iron hooked and silver scratched, and the weather is extraordinary.
But at this moment, looking at the three big characters on his head, and thinking of his mentor who was extremely strict with him before, Qingxuan felt somewhat frowning.
With a grunt, Qingxuan was startled by the sound of himself swallowing and spitting.
When I arrived in front of the master's door, the unrestrained and free expression before was gone, but my heart was beating drums for no reason.
In the entire Qingyun Temple, Qingxuan was most afraid of this cheap master. For some reason, although he had done nothing wrong, every time he saw the master, he felt nervous for no reason.
Although I have scolded this magic stick master in private, I know in my heart that I am just a fear derived from respect, especially every time I meet each other, I dare not breathe loudly, maybe this is the breath of a martial arts master. field.
When Qingxuan Xiaodaotong was thinking wildly and hesitating, the door of the master's room was pushed open with a "squeak". A fat Taoist came out of it, with a white face and beardless, round face always with a kind smile, he said that he looked like a martial arts master, but more like a businessman. This person is Qingsong, Qingxuan's third senior brother. The kind and friendly Qingsong serves as the confidant of Qingyun Temple, and is responsible for all daily external affairs.
"Yo, Junior Brother Seven is here."
"Third Senior Brother." Qing Xuan clasped his fists together, and bowed his hands respectfully.
Before Qingsong could return the salute, he noticed that the naughty little junior had a bitter look on his face, and quickly raised his chin towards the room, winking at himself.
Qingsong couldn't help laughing, anticipating in his heart that this little kid's junior brother might cause some trouble again.
Qingsong was about to explain a few words, when a clear voice came from the house.
"Since we're here, don't get out yet."
"Yes, Master."
Qing Xuan's face became more and more miserable.
Taoist Qingsong nodded slightly, his brows were calm, implying that everything was safe.
Qingxuan was overjoyed and almost impulsively went up to kiss that fat face. He bowed deeply to the third senior brother, turned around and walked into the door. With the guarantee of the third senior brother, Ye Qingxuan immediately felt relieved, and even walked a little briskly.
Watching the little junior brother enter the room, Qingsong could not help but smile all over his face, straightened his clothes, and drifted away.
After Qingxuan entered the room, he closed the door with his hands.
Master Lingxu likes to be quiet by nature, and there is no Daotong accompanying him.
The layout of the room is simple, the living room is in the middle, the study is on the left, and the bedroom is on the right. The interior of the room is elegantly furnished. On the wall facing the door is "Lao Tzu's Leaving Customs" hanging, and directly below is a red sandalwood altar, with seven or eight kinds of offering fruits neatly arranged, and the red sandalwood incense in the incense burner is filled with smoke.
Two rows of eight nanmu chairs are placed straight in front of the door.
Qingxuan glanced worriedly at the big gourd hanging next to "Lao Tzu's Leaving the Customs", and then glanced to the left at the teapot on the shelf in the study...it seemed—er, it seemed that it hadn't been touched.
Qingxuan couldn't help letting go of his worries, lowered his head, and got into the bedroom on the right.
The living room is simple, with a futon on the floor and an earthen kang inside. On the wall of the earthen kang is a picture of Yin Yang and Tai Chi, and on the other side of the door is a large bookshelf. superior.
At this time, his master, Taoist Lingxu, the master of Qingyun Temple, sat cross-legged on the kang. I saw the old Taoist priest wearing a loose Taoist robe, wide sleeves with wind, white hair and bright head, kind eyebrows, solemn Dharma, and spotless all over, especially the face without a single wrinkle and the two long-lived eyebrows hanging down to the shoulders, it is worth having " The title of "Old Fairy".
"Xuan'er sit down."
"Yes, Master."
After tidying up his Taoist robe, Qingxuan sat on the pear wood chair beside the kang.
It's just that Qingxuan's calf is short, and he almost has to climb up to get up.
Looking at his apprentice, who is still young but still looks like a grown-up, Taoist Lingxu couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
This Qingxuan was indeed a disciple that he valued very much. He was not very old, and besides having excellent bones, he was also very well-mannered.
What's more important is the prudence exuded from the inside out by this apprentice. He never takes any risks and behaves in a very measured manner. Although there are a few times when you seem to act like nonsense, you often have nothing to say, and you are very well-measured. This is really a rare talent for children who are not well-versed in the world. With this kind of cautiousness, coupled with the fact that I will take care of myself in the future, I don't have to worry about anything out of the ordinary in the future, let alone worry about what troubles will be caused to the teacher in the future.
Thinking of this, Taoist Lingxu twisted his beard, nodded and smiled.
It is because this son is precocious and cautious in doing things. In recent days, Master Lingxu has thought hard and finally made a decision to let him know his life experience and the important responsibility of his teacher as soon as possible.
Thinking of Qingxuan's life experience and the important mission of his teacher, the old Taoist priest's heart sank, and he couldn't help sighing again and again, feeling sad.
It's just that this action, in Qingxuan's eyes, made his heart skip a beat.
I speculate in my heart, this old man is always confused, he laughs and cries from time to time, it must be a demonic disease, right
But fortunately, without the black and blue face that Yunyong said before, it seems that he is really not angry with himself, and he should not be able to suffer.
Daoist Lingxu caressed his long beard, and asked calmly: "How long has Xuan'er been in this temple?"
"The apprentice grew up here, and he is eight years old today, that is, eight years."
"It's been eight years." Taoist Lingxu heaved a long breath and said, "For eight years, I haven't taught you the profound methods of meditation, nor have I taught you swordsmanship and martial arts. Do you have any complaints in your heart?"
"I don't dare."
"Don't dare to complain, or dare not speak up?" Lingxuzi fixed his eyes, staring at Qingxuan closely.
"Although I have doubts in my heart, I think that there must be a reason for what my master did. I am playful and haven't understood it, so I really dare not ask for advice."
Lingxuzi's expression lightened and a smile appeared on his face.
Qing Xuan, who had never known the other side, was also secretly sweating.
Master Lingxu said slowly: "In the past eight years, I have been watching you as a teacher. Although you are young, you often do things carefully. Although you are stubborn, you are actually very measured. Logically speaking, as your closed disciple, you should have done it long ago. To pass on your advanced martial arts, but why..." At this point, the old Taoist paused, and remained silent, with a worried expression on his face, as if he was still hesitating about what he was about to say next.
Qingxuan didn't dare to interrupt Master's words, so he had to wait quietly.
Fortunately, it didn't take long, Master Lingxu seemed to have made an extremely important determination, and his eyes became extremely firm for a moment, this situation was something Qingxuan had never seen before.
Lingxu Daoist said: "As a teacher, I have never revealed the secret of my sect, but in fact, I have always had a knot in my heart, and I have never vomited it lightly... Do you still remember the deep hatred you carried?"
The drama really came.