Qingxuan, who had heard his blood racing, had never seen such a sad teacher who was always strict, and was immediately at a loss, not knowing how to comfort the teacher.
"Master, the reincarnation of fortune-telling is predestined by nature. How can you blame Master... Master don't want to feel sad for this. The apprentice is willing to practice martial arts hard, avenge the family and the master..."
Daoist Master Lingxu felt very relieved for a moment, nodded slightly, and comforted him: "Don't be sad, my disciples. With a teacher, I will definitely not let the thieves go unpunished... It's a pity that I didn't protect the teacher well back then, and I am ashamed of Master Daoxuan. —”
After making up his mind, Qingxuan decided to continue the previous topic: "How can you blame the master for this matter? This disciple has to thank the master. If it wasn't for the protection of the master, I am afraid that the Ye family would have been wiped out a hundred years ago. How can we keep it?" Apprentice."
Nodding sadly, and getting the apprentice's forgiveness, the elder Taoist couldn't help but relax a lot.
This mental illness of not being able to protect the descendants of the former master has been entangled with Daoist Lingxu for the past ten years, and he has almost become a demon. Affected by this state of mind, the martial arts that were supposed to break through for many years have stagnated and it is difficult to make progress .
On the contrary, this confession made the guilt in my heart vented, and I felt relieved, and I heard the comfort from Qingxuan, who is both a beloved disciple and a great-great-grandson of the former teacher, and I couldn't help feeling relieved for a while, and the depression that had been suppressed in my heart for many years Suddenly it was empty.
Master Lingxu is worthy of being a master of Taoism, he calmed down his emotions, and within a few breaths he regained his former demeanor. Looking at Xiao Qingxuan in front of him, a child who looks like a jade carved in powder, and an old Taoist priest whose spirituality has been liberated, he can't help but feel a sense of care and love in his heart. There is not only the teacher's kindness of caring for the disciples, but also the guilt of making up for mistakes.
"The disciple's words made me feel ashamed. The sword wound on your chest is exactly the same as the wound you received for me. It's just that the person who stabbed you didn't have enough experience. My teacher guessed that it might hurt your family." The murderer is most likely the nephew or apprentice of the thief who stabbed me a hundred years ago.
In order to find out the truth, this teacher specially sent your second senior brother, fifth senior brother and sixth senior brother to travel around the rivers and lakes, in fact, to investigate this matter secretly. The Dabi in the sect agreed on the date of returning to the mountain, and the date is approaching, and it is expected that the return date of your three senior brothers will not be far away. "
Oh—Qingxuan secretly sighed.
It turned out that the three senior brothers hadn't returned for several years, and the reason was to investigate my family's enemies. I feel sorry for the brothers who have worked so hard for this, and I feel sorry for my master who has been depressed and unhappy for several years because of this.
Thinking of this, Xiao Qingxuan felt a little guilty in his heart, after all, he took away the body of the original boy, and his soul was already another person. The bloody enmity in front of him has never stirred up any waves in Qingxuan's heart, but at this moment, because of the concern of the brothers in the master's school and the care of the master, he feels the same hatred for the enemy.
Thinking of his family feud in this life, Qingxuan couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.
"Master, is there something you don't understand?"
"Huh? Talk."
"Since those thieves were able to find my house back then, have they already discovered the existence of Master, then why haven't those thieves come to the house to kill the grass and roots in the past eight years?"
"It's rare for you to be able to notice these at such a young age." The old Taoist fell into deep thought, and said slowly: "Actually, my teacher also had doubts about these things back then. It is only guessed that the Ye family had some involvement with the Kunwu faction, and then killed them to silence them. At the same time, the thieves who came to seek revenge that time were just a gang of bandits. Afterwards, they pretended to be infighting and were killed. , It must be that the person behind the scenes hired these killers, and then found an opportunity to kill people to silence them. He thought that the trick had succeeded, and he thought that the gods didn't know it. But he didn't think that my apprentice was blessed by heaven and could survive a catastrophe. At that time, I was a teacher because I had a treasure in my heart, but my disciple was because my heart was a little off. It was a destiny, and it was a destiny. In the future, you and I, master and apprentice, will be able to kill these thieves and avenge the master and the family. .”
The old Taoist spoke fiercely, and the pent-up spirit in his chest was fully revealed.
Looking at the indignant master, Qingxuan's eyes filled with tears. Thinking of the indifference and criticism of the people around him in the previous life, and thinking of the caring feelings of the master and the senior brothers, Qingxuan's mind is ups and downs at this moment, and at the same time, he secretly makes up his mind to repay the master's nurturing grace and the concern of the senior brothers in the future. At the same time, he even hated himself and his enemies. Although he often mentioned his enemies before, it was never as real as it is now.
"For a hundred years, my master has expected that since I escaped the catastrophe back then, there must be other members of the same sect who escaped from danger, so my master has been secretly searching for the lost disciples I sent back then. Unfortunately, I have not made an inch of success in the past hundred years. Worry, the catastrophe a hundred years ago has already made me the only living heir of the Kunwu Sect." The old Taoist sighed after thinking about this, and he strengthened his spirits, and then said: "As for the cause and effect of your life experience and blood feud, I As far as the explanation is concerned, it is good for you to know it in your heart, but it is useless to think too much, and it will only increase your sorrow... Now I want to talk about your situation, and you must remember these words clearly."
Qingxuan's mind was shocked, and he couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen carefully.
"Back then, my teacher felt the scene of the murder at your house, and found that you were so angry that you fell into a coma. In a moment of desperation, my teacher gave you half of the remaining 'Huangyang Grass' from a hundred years ago."
ah? Qingxuan was very surprised for a moment, he didn't expect that he would have this encounter after he was in a coma that day, but... he secretly persuaded himself that after taking the "Huangyang Herb" he should learn some martial arts by leaps and bounds, why is his progress in martial arts so slow
Seeing the apprentice was surprised at first, and then became doubtful, Master Lingxu admired the little apprentice's intelligence in his heart.
"Apprentice, don't think too much, the medicinal power of the half of 'Huangyang Grass' still remains in your body. At the time, the teacher acted in a hurry, but it almost killed you. A hundred years ago, I used the other half of 'Huangyang Grass' for my teacher." The grass' saved my life, so I took it for granted that it could save you who was also injured, but I never expected that the half of the 'Huanyang grass' that had been warmed in the jade box for a hundred years, its medicinal effect was better than that of a hundred years ago. Three layers have been added, and you are young and weak, and your meridians are not strong, the essence of heaven and earth emanating from the herb almost burst through your meridian dantian, causing you to explode and die.
The teacher wakes up in time, and immediately performs luck for you, trying to dissipate the soaring essence in your body. If it is someone else, even if this action is successful, it will still damage the meridians, and the light ones will have no hope of practicing martial arts for life..."
When the old Taoist priest spoke up to this point, his voice stopped, his eyes sparkled, as if he was still afraid of the original situation.
Little did they know that at this moment, Qing Xuan was even more afraid.
I am the protagonist's life, so I can't be so miserable, I can't practice martial arts, right? After all, I have been practicing martial arts for a long time, but my progress has always been slow. Could it be the root cause of my illness? Could it be that I have no hope of practicing martial arts in my life? Thinking of this, Qingxuan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, feeling uneasy in his heart, beating drums up and down non-stop.
Xiao Qingxuan was impatient, his eyes were wide open, he stared at Master fiercely, waiting for the words "but" and "but" to appear... But the old Taoist leader took it easy at this moment.
Gently pick up the tea bowl, sip carefully and slowly, one sip, one sip, another sip...
Finally, the teacup was put down—
The hand reaches for the pastry again—
"Master—" Qingxuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out a painful cry like scratching his heart and liver.
"Okay, okay, let me continue—" the old Taoist stroked his beard helplessly, and continued: "The situation was critical at the time, but—ahem, I am really hungry as a teacher... Uh, okay—don’t worry, don’t worry —However, fortunately, you are very talented. The Twelve Zhengjings are naturally tougher and wider than ordinary people, and the meridians are unobstructed. Therefore, the acupoints and meridians of the Twelve Zhengjings guide the soaring essence energy for the teacher Entering the Twelve Classics, thus saving your life..."
At this point, Qing Xuan couldn't help but relax for a while.
"but-"
Why did "but" appear again at this time—the little Taoist went crazy again—