When I was too lazy to live for a few years, my last junior brother drove to the west of the crane. I sent him a spirit. Looking back, there was a disciple of the nine thousandth order kneeling in front of the mountain gate of the Ethereal Sect. Here, even the junior brother’s Many of my apprentices have passed away, and nine out of ten people should call me Taishizu Grandma.
On that day, I decided to take an apprentice to save my old soul.
So I took my eldest apprentice.
At the beginning, the juniors were busy with the work of accepting apprentices for me, and the intention was to let me choose the one with the best root bone among the thirty thousand disciples, so that I could train it to become the next immortal person and shine on the ethereal lintel.
But no one, including myself, would have thought that I would find my eldest apprentice in a monster's nest.
At the right time, he was caught in the nest by the big bird monster and was about to eat it, and I was greedy to dig out the monster's egg, but I touched the child's leg without touching the egg. I dragged him out, and at a glance, I took a fancy to the Linggen Qigu that he threw away from the ethereal 30,000 disciples and Shitiao Street.
I was so overjoyed that I slapped the big bird monster who was chatting to death with a slap, took the child under the tree, didn't even ask his name, and said, "Are you going to be my apprentice? "
He looked at the corpse of the bird demon beside him in shock, and then looked at me: "What is an apprentice?"
I have never accepted an apprentice, and I really don’t know what an apprentice is, but at this time, deceiving a child is the most important thing, and I rolled my eyes: “The apprentice is for me to feed, clothe, and hold the little baby that hurts in the palm of your hand. "
"To eat?"
"Well, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea."
"To wear?"
"Well, Ayano Satin."
"Baby… "
"En, my dear baby." I reached out to help him wipe the dust and dirt off his face. He opened his eyes and looked at me, his obsidian-like eyes filled with tiny bits of light. I really feel a little distressed, such a half-year-old child, so thin and black, was almost dragged into a bird's nest to be eaten, and no one could save him, I held his little hand, squatted down and looked at him, "You Be my apprentice, I will never let people and demons bully you in the future, I will protect you for a lifetime."
He looked at me and agreed.
I excitedly took him back to the ethereal, gave him the immortal sword Hongxiao on the top of the ethereal, and gave him the name of his disciple - Qiangu. I hope that he will gain something from his studies in the future, be able to carry on my mantle, be famous for centuries, and be famous for the ages.
My eldest disciple did not live up to my expectations and made his name resound throughout the land of China, but he has been stigmatized for thousands of years in the way of being rebellious and falling into the devil's way.
In fact, thinking about it now, Qiangu is the most reliable one of the three apprentices I have accepted. He has a calm personality, acts decisively, has the talent of the world and is well versed in the way of keeping a low profile, but his only bad...
Just like me.
This is really heart-beating, and makes me wish I could stab myself to death in order to thank the world for its shortcomings.
Actually it's my fault.
When I picked up Qiangu back, I was already eight hundred years old, and Qiangu was only eight years old. I have lived for 800 years with a face of 20 years old. Naturally, I lived a magnanimous life, but I did not take into account the euphemistic and twisted growth psychology of the ages.
Qiangu's aptitude is excellent, but he became immortal at the age of twenty-five, and his appearance has not changed since then. Later, he learned the art of ever-changing, but he never made himself any younger, just wearing that look Faces slightly older than me dangled around me all day long. Shake it, shake it, I am more than seven hundred and ninety years younger than me.
Because I was too open-minded, I didn't care. I lived on the top of the ethereal, and no one came to disturb me every day, and naturally no one in the martial art cared. It wasn't until after the incident that I felt that this kid was really deep in his mind.
If it wasn't for that day I greedily drank too much wine, lay down beside the wine pond with my eyes closed and fell asleep, Qiangu came up to kiss me, and whispered the lingering word "Master" many times in my ear, I'm afraid I wouldn't know it today. An ancient mind.
Later I found out that Qiangu that day was drugged by a female disciple who had longed for him for a long time. He eagerly rushed back to purify the gods and remove the poison, but when he saw me lying on the edge of the wine pool with blushing cheeks, I couldn’t help it. The affection accumulated over the decades, came up and pecked me.
At that time, I was drunk and dozing off, but my spiritual sense was still able to see all directions and listen to thousands of faces. He sipped all my alcohol away with one mouthful. But fortunately, he didn't do anything more exaggerated. I took into account the face of our master and apprentice, and I didn't pierce him in person, and just continued to pretend to sleep.
In the end, Qiangu used his proud self-control to restrain all emotions and impulses, and staggered away. Only then did I open my eyes and look at the stars outside the ethereal mountain to reflect.
I'm actually a very traditional master, and I haven't been open enough to accept this kind of thing.
According to the rules of the sect, in such a situation, I should abolish Qiangu's cultivation and expel him from the teacher's door to punish him for his treasonous crimes.
But Qiangu is my only disciple and the child I brought up by my own hands. After taking care of him for so many years, if anyone hits him, I will be cold-hearted and train others. All of a sudden, I don't want to let him down. Cultivation.
I thought about it all night, and felt that something went wrong in my education. But now that the mistake has been made, it is estimated that the hard breaking will not come back, and the only way is to take soft measures.
I first retreated, and Ming Qiangu was not allowed to disturb me unless there was a life-threatening event.
I avoided him for five years.
When I left the customs and saw Qiangu's first face, I still missed him, and he obviously missed me more than I did. On weekdays, there was always a smile on his serious and serious face that made me feel uncomfortable. With gentle eyes like a big dog waiting to be petted, he said, "Master, for the past five years, I have taken care of the ethereal summit with all my heart."
Yes, well done.
"Master, I practice every day with merit, and I don't dare to slack off every day."
It can be seen that his cultivation has improved a lot.
"Master..." He lowered his head, with a faint smile on his lips, "I have been looking forward to you, and you will be able to get out of the gate as soon as possible."
I am silent.
He didn't complain about my sudden retreat, and he didn't feel wronged for ignoring me for five years. He just did everything silently, waiting for me to praise him a word or two when I saw him again, just like when he was a child when he had practiced spells and longed for me to make candy.
He didn't want much, and he knew that those feelings in his heart were unacceptable. So he concealed those feelings, and only vaguely revealed some very small expectations, hoping to be satisfied by me.
But if his small expectations are satisfied by me, there is no guarantee that he will not have greater expectations and desires in the future.
I refrained from complimenting him.
So Qiangu was also silent, and I could see that he was a little hurt by my indifference. But the next moment he was back to his usual self.
Only in the following days, occasionally I will see his eyes quietly stay on me.
Five years of avoidance seem to have changed nothing.
He is more persistent than I imagined.
So I changed the method and accepted the second apprentice in my life. Like Qiangu, he has excellent roots and a natural talent for cultivating immortals. But at that time, the second apprentice was already eighteen years old, and he completely missed the good time in life to lay the foundation. I ignored the objections of the ages and waved to the second apprentice a hundred years of cultivation to make up for his lack of cultivation in his childhood.
Like I received Qiangu in the past, I was worshipped by thousands of disciples on the top of the ethereal mountain, gave him the immortal sword, and gave him the disciple name "Qianzhi". I don't want the disciple to be famous for a hundred generations. Know the festival, know the action and stop.
At Qianzhi's apprenticeship ceremony, I didn't even look at Qiangu at a glance.
But I know how silent he is behind me.
Qianzhi is completely different from Qiangu. And after Qianzhi got started, Qiangu was more silent than before, and the two of them often only kept on nagging when they got along.
"Senior brother, is your face immobilized by spells, I haven't seen you smile for more than ten years."
"Senior brother, every time you go down the mountain and you are called Master Uncle, what do you think? Do you feel awkward? Do you think I will be beaten if I get angry?"
"Senior brother, I'm going to be beaten for being mean, will you and Master help me?"
I laughed inside the house. Then outside, Qianzhi began to cry out in pain: "Senior brother! Senior brother! I'm not mean! Don't fight... Ouch!"
Qiangu likes to beat him since he got started. If he doesn't practice well, he will beat him. If he speaks, he will beat him. If he does things slowly, he will beat him. Although Qiangu can always find a reason for beating people, I always feel that He is taking personal revenge, and sometimes the sword qi of the thousand stops almost blows my door, thinking that he did not hesitate to use his strength.
I thought in my heart that I probably beat him less after Qiangu started, so I let him go wrong. Now that Qianzhi is beaten, maybe it's good.
I thought that by recruiting such a lively and active disciple to adjust the atmosphere, I would definitely be able to return to the normal active cultivation mode of the master teaching the disciples.
But I never thought that Qianzhi would be more worrying than his senior brother...
When Qianzhi was cultivating, he was anxious and eager to hurry up, and he liked to go to the bottom of the Kongling Mountain to perform for the juniors after practicing the magic. All I can say is that Qianzhi just likes to show off, he is not bad by nature, and his occasional vanity can also promote his enthusiasm for practicing magic, so he did not deliberately stop him.
But who knew that he would dare to provoke the evil spirits in the Binding Monster Pool at the foot of the Kongling Mountain with his skills for more than 20 years.
The Demon Bound Pond is a deep pool of black water. Inside is the untamable evil spirits that the ethereal juniors usually catch when they go out. Those evil spirits have been locked out of anger. Accidentally dragged into the pool by demons...
When he did this, even though the younger generation was coaxing him to the side, what really prompted him to go was his natural conceit and arrogance. He worshipped me, but I did not make him restrain his temper, but indulged his arrogance. , it's my fault.
It is naturally my master's duty to save him.
But this is the thing that pushed his big brother, who had finally tried to focus on cultivating the Tao... completely to the point of no return...
☆、Chapter 3