I was a seven-year-old cultivator, and I worshipped, probably the most unreliable master in the world. In fact, if you want to be more serious, I really didn't worship the teacher's door, I was completely...
Was abducted into the door of the division.
A hundred years ago, when the Demon Race was first wiped out, the world was still in chaos, and there were refugees everywhere. My biological parents were scattered and scattered for a long time. It was an old beggar who was alone and took me to wander on the road with me. At that time, I entered a small town in the Central Plains, and the old beggar fell ill, so I was begging with a broken bowl on the street.
It was sunny day, and there was a middle-aged man scolding from the other side of the street: "Look at how you behave! Which qualified child is willing to follow you! No apprentices! You don't want to be a teacher in your life. It's gone!"
"Master. You can't be so full of words. If I receive my apprentice every few days, wouldn't your face be ugly."
The voice of the answer was so nice and tight. Although it was three-pointed in arrogance and laziness, the timbre was something I had never heard before, and I raised my head curiously.
It was that fascinated glance that penetrated the crowd, and let me see a man with a face like jade and a figure like bamboo, but his demeanor was a little lazy...
At that time, I was young and had never seen the world, so I was so easily fascinated by his face.
I was so fascinated by it that the broken bowl in my hand fell to the ground with a "bang" sound, which was not so conspicuous in the noisy street, but he turned his head and stared at me with eyes like black jade.
With the middle-aged man: "You look for it! Look for it for the teacher to see!" Angrily scolded, he grinned and walked straight to me.
I have to admit that although I will have a lot of complaints and even resentment towards this master in the future, the sun was slanting that day, and his appearance in white clothes flying like an indescribably beautiful painting was engraved in my mind.
"Little beggar." He squatted down and looked at me, "I see that you have excellent muscles and bones, but your face is yellow and skinny. I think the five elements are short of money." He "clicked" and threw a small piece of silver in my bowl, "I have money. , how are you going with me?"
I lost my mind for a while and turned to look at the old beggar behind me. Even though the old beggar was ill, he still extended his hand to him professionally and shook it twice.
He smiled clearly, solved the kit, threw it in front of the old beggar with a "dong", even after a hundred years, I still remember the sound of thief and thief - really rich!
Then I went with him.
At that time, I thought that I was bought to be a maid, I might as well be a rough maid. I never thought that I was actually bought to be an apprentice...
Xianling Mountain has been established for hundreds of years, and no master has bought his apprentice back with money.
My master did it.
At that time, he laughed badly at his master, my master, and said, "Master, does your face hurt?"
The master was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, pointing at him without saying a word for a long time.
Xiao Yihan turned around and grabbed my hand, and put a white jade pendant in my palm. I had never seen such a delicate object at that time. I was terrified and didn't dare to ask for it, so I just stared at him uneasily.
He held my dirty hand, his eyes were the same as his palm, it was the laziness warmth of the afternoon when the sun was about to rest: "Little beggar, from today onwards, you are my Xiao Yihan's apprentice. In the future, others will give you things. You can only refuse it because of disgust, not because of fear. You have to follow me and be a precious person."
I didn't dislike this white jade pendant at the time, so I took it away and wore it around my waist every day, like a treasure.
Later, I had already untied the white jade pendant and put it at the bottom of the box. The reason was the same as Xiao Yihan said—because of disgust.
But now I turned out the jade pendant that pressed the bottom of the box, thinking that this time I was going to kill Xiao Yihan, I know how difficult he is to deal with, maybe this will be a long tug of war. Take this jade pendant, and when it is in an emergency, maybe it can be used for money.
I went out of the mountains with my sword and arrived in Yangzhou a few days ago. I found an inn to settle down, and based on the information provided by the spy last time, I found the tavern where Xiao Yihan often haunted.
In the early morning, the tavern was almost empty. I ordered a jug of wine and sat in the corner watching the door.
It is the fireworks in March, the sun is warm, and the peach and willow green in Yangzhou city is really the most beautiful season, and the world is still stable, and the people are no longer in the chaos of the past, and the people are displaced.
A little girl outside the tavern was fascinated by the sand. She closed her eyes and rubbed her head while walking, and accidentally bumped into a man in rags.
When I saw that man, my eyes narrowed involuntarily.
His hair was disheveled and his clothes were ragged, and his face was messy with stubble. Although his expression was a bit rougher and wilder than before, these eyes were the nightmare that I dreamed of every night. I turned to ashes and recognized him.
This is the one who betrayed the fairy door and fell into the evil way, my master.
Xiao Yihan.
As soon as the little girl raised her head and saw that she had bumped into such a sloppy person, she was stunned and squinted at Xiao Yihan.
Xiao Yihan also looked down at her for a moment, then squatted down, slightly rudely opened her hand that rubbed her eyes, pulled down her eyelids and blew two breaths. The little girl shed two tears and washed the sand out, but she was too scared to cry.
Xiao Yihan patted the little girl on the head: "Let's go." His tone of voice was still lazily, but he lost the warm smile he used to have, after all, it was the change in the world that also changed him, "Don't run into other bad guys when you look back. ."
I know I'm a bad guy.
I gave a cold smile in my heart, and from the corner of my eye, I watched him walk into the pub and sat diagonally across from me.
Staring at him from the corner of the sky, new hatred and old hatred, like a tangle of vines, crawled into my heart
For a while, I couldn't control my hand holding the wine glass, and the bottom of the glass knocked on the table a series of "tuk-tuk-tuk" sounds.
A hundred years ago, I worshipped Xiao Yihan. I worshipped him as the savior of the world, and swore that I would treat him well, not let him down, and become someone who would make him proud enough. But I never expected that he would become engraved on me...
shame.
There is an unwritten rule in the Xianling faction. If you want to be a teacher, you must first accept an apprentice. Now, it has been more than 80 years since Xiao Yihan left the apprenticeship. Even if I tried my best, I didn't receive an apprentice.
The exclusion from my peers and the criticism from the younger generation made me live in loneliness every day. If I don't get rid of the shame of Xiao Yihan, I will always live in such loneliness...
Xiao Yihan must die.
I narrowed my eyes, stabilized my mood, and silently poured myself a glass of wine.
Xiao Yihan sat on the table diagonally opposite me, also poured and drank his own wine, raised his glass, and in the mottled gap of time, the memory was wrong, and I suddenly remembered when Xiao Yihan brought me back to Xianling Mountain at the beginning of a hundred years ago.
At that time, Xiao Yihan had just accepted me, he had left his apprenticeship, he had his own courtyard, and no one was looking after him. even call me.
When I was young, I stayed by his side all day long and acted carefully, lest I upset him at all, and I would be kicked out of the house.
He asked me to drink, and I drank.
Then drink it until Xiao Yihan falls down...
That was the first time I found out that I have a physique that can't pour a thousand glasses.
The next day Xiao Yihan woke up and looked at me seriously for a long time. From then on, the matter of him asking me for a drink went out of control...
Xiao Yihan drank with me during the day and with the moon at night. When he was drunk, he lay on his back on a chair and snorted. On the top of the mountain where only Xiao Yihan and I were alone, I had to hustle and bustle to boil water for Xiao Yihan to make the bed.
I still remember the first time Xiao Yihan woke up drunk on the bed I made, his expression was stunned, sluggish, and a little sluggish. He scratched the clean collar: "The clothes you changed for me yesterday?"
I nod.
"It's the first time." He muttered to himself, "Someone takes care of me when I'm drunk like this."
I looked at him and said honestly and honestly, "Master, my apprentice will always take care of you like this in the future."
He looked at me for a while, then he squinted and smiled, and lazily went to the bed: "Okay, then, bring me something to eat, and let's drink it later."
"it is good."
At that time, I naively thought that it was probably the daily life of immortal cultivators to drink and drink too much. The apprentices were filial to their masters.
It wasn't until several months later that the master came to visit Xiao Yihan, and when he saw the smell of alcohol in the courtyard, he immediately became angry and scolded Xiao Yihan and me, and then I realized, oh! It turns out that the masters on other hills do not play with their apprentices like this!
Xiao Yihan also realized that, oh, it seems that he, as a master, should teach me something.
After that, Xiao Yihan took me to the Master of Xianlingmen Academy to take classes, and I lived a normal life as an immortal. Since then, I have never drank with Xiao Yihan like that again.
Time flies, and time is like a naughty child, who has put me and Xiao Yihan's first moment and this moment of reunion together.
And now, my state of mind will never return to its original clarity.
I put down the wine glass, stood up, and walked to Xiao Yihan's table in a hurry.
The spring breeze from outside the tavern tugged at the hem of his hair and mine.
"Master." I stood across from his desk, called him, and waited until he looked up at me with a three-point drunkenness...
Right at this moment! My cold sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword went straight to his throat. I never thought that this blow would be successful. If Xiao Yihan was so easy to kill, then the killer I hired would have brought a hundred Xiao Yihan's heads to see me. .
But I didn't expect that Xiao Yihan was staring straight at me at this time, and his whole body was defenseless. Even if the sword tip pierced his throat and blood seeped out, he still just looked at me, as if in a daze. into a god.
My eyes tightened, the sword swayed, and at this moment of hesitation, Xiao Yihan's mana overflowed and pushed my sword to the side. deep.
He remained seated, his body unbiased, and the body-protection spell disappeared as he warded off my blade.
I glanced at the blood dripping from his neck, and then looked directly into his eyes. The four eyes met, like the tip of a needle facing Maimang: "See you again after eighty years. I wonder if Master still remembers the little apprentice?"
"It's seventy-nine years and ten months." Xiao Yihan took a sip of wine, his tone seemed to be wistful, "Little apprentice, you are my only apprentice, how can I forget."
What he said surprised me by three points, as if he still had any friendship with me.
But how could Xiao Yihan have friendship with me? If he really did, he probably only had friendship with me through business. After all, I was an apprentice he bought with real money.
The author has something to say: This story will be published in "Light Antiquity" in September and October~ Update a chapter first, and then update a chapter every week, alright~