Hearing the news that "Xie Heng is going to accept apprentices", Xie Ziyou was a little depressed. He quickened his pace along the mountain road, his eyes swept over those young faces one by one, and he felt more and more unhappy.
The boys and girls outside the door are pieces of uncut jade, like spring flowers in bud, just waiting for one person to carve them carefully, so that the watery eyebrows and eyes will fade away from the mortal world, gradually lingering with ethereal fairy spirit, extraordinary and refined, blooming for eternity beauty of.
... Damn, not happy.
Xie Ziyou's chest was full of breath, and he walked quickly, and gradually walked out of the test waiting area at the foot of the mountain. The terrain ahead was sunken, and he passed a small slope, and a simple wooden house appeared in front of him.
There were also many people in the wooden house, but they were a little older.
Xie Ziyou took a quick glance, and even saw many gray-bearded people, with old faces, but unwilling eyes, sitting with hunched backs in the wooden house, exposing macular-infested hands, gently wiping the smooth long hair on the wooden table. sword.
Curiosity overwhelmed his depressed mood for a moment, he pulled a servant outside the door and asked, "What is this place?"
The little servant replied respectfully: "Master Huixian, this is the entrance to the Tianjue Fengyang Formation. Those people are all casual cultivators who came to try."
Xie Ziyou nodded thoughtfully.
He had heard a little about it.
Although the qualification assessment can distinguish the vast majority of geniuses from mediocrity, any system will inevitably have flaws. In order not to miss these misunderstood geniuses, Xuanlingzong set up a "Heavenly Absolute Wind Formation", which will be held every five years at the same time as the Xianmen Conference. It can also be broken into the door.
It's just that this matter is difficult and difficult, and the servant has been here all year round, and he can see it clearly-many people, from small children to sixty-year-olds, could not meet the strict conditions set by Xuanlingzong, and finally had to sigh with tears and hold grudges Huangquan.
The servant's tone was regretful, and there was a lot of compassion in his words. Xie Ziyou's mood was gloomy, and he felt a little bit of compassion, so he couldn't help but glanced into the wooden house a few more times.
This glance made him recognize a familiar figure.
Surprised, Xie Ziyou hesitated and said, "Zhao... Ruhao?"
One person in the wooden house turned his head when he heard the sound, and the moment he saw Xie Ziyou, his eyes lightened slightly.
Zhao Ruhao looks to be nearly forty years old, the youthfulness between his brows has faded, and the arc of his proud eyebrows has become gentler, his eyes are not as sharp and sharp as they were twenty years ago, but instead are like the silent sea floating under the night, calm and distant , Precipitating decades of light.
He was wearing a neat and simple white long gown, his wrists and ankles were tied tightly with thin belts, and his long hair was tied up with only a white ribbon. A long sword with a sharp handle.
The tip of the sword is sharp, and the cold light lingers, and the hilt is extremely simple, with a string of black and white tassels hanging from it.
Xie Ziyou was secretly startled.
Time really is the killer weapon, if it weren't for the extremely similar facial features and temperament alone, he would never have recognized Zhao Ruhao anyway.
The servant on the side was also very surprised: "Master Immortal, do you recognize him?"
Xie Ziyou was silent for a moment, then said softly, "It's an old acquaintance."
"...No wonder." The servant whispered to Xie Ziyou, "Every time the fairy gate meeting, he is always the first to come. Ordinary people enter the battle, and when they reach their limit, they will naturally stop there. Only he refuses to admit defeat. You have to get yourself covered in bruises, and sometimes you can't even stand up, and you have to rely on others to help you go down the mountain."
"Every time I see him look like there is no tomorrow, I think he is coming for the last time. I never thought that after five years, he will come first every time."
"I think... there must be some reason to enter the sect."
Xie Ziyou looked far away and pondered for a long time.
Through the young man's snow-colored clothes, he seemed to have returned to decades ago. He saw the arrogant young man lying in the dry grass, gnashing his teeth and staring forward, but when the girl looked back, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed his body tightly to the ground. superior.
Pursing his lips, Xie Ziyou suddenly strode into the wooden house and came to Zhao Ruhao's side.
"Long time no see." He smiled.
Zhao Ruhao stared fixedly at Xie Ziyou, his eyes paused for a moment on Xie Ziyou's delicate cheeks as before, and then suddenly looked away.
The young man sighed, vaguely admiringly said: "Yes, long time no see."
"Do you want to see Xu Wan'er?" Xie Ziyou said frankly, "We didn't know you came every time, otherwise we wouldn't have kept you outside the door. Just wait, I'll tell her—"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Ruhao's eyes flickering with sadness, and shook his head slightly.
The name that I haven't heard for many years suddenly falls in my heart, and it can still set off tens of thousands of shock waves.
Decades ago, in a secret realm, a teenager had a big dream.
In his dream, he got his wish and married Xu Wan'er, but he rarely saw the girl smiling like a flower again. In the dream, he was clumsy and stubborn, always doing wrong things, although Xu Wan'er didn't say anything, the loss and sadness in her eyes grew day by day, heavy, like a deep sea, pressing on Zhao Ruhao's chest.
Why am I doing this to her
Zhao Ruhao thought in a daze, and then thought suddenly and horrified: Could it be that I treated her like this before
In a flash of Nanke, the ignorant young man grew up in the blink of an eye. He listed the events in his dream one by one, reflected one by one, and told himself over and over again that this should not be the case. He wanted to marry Xu Waner and treat Xu Waner well.
But when he rushed out of the gate of the Zhao family in high spirits, wanting to find Xu Wan'er—
The young man stood at a noisy intersection, facing the bustling street torrent, dazed and sluggish, not knowing where to go.
At that moment, Zhao Ruhao suddenly woke up.
… woke up too late.
Zhao Ruhao didn't want to give up.
He gritted his teeth and spent several years to find the mountain gate of the Xuanling Sect, and then struggled to find out how to enter the sect—finally, he was blocked by the wind of the sky.
The hurricane roared in the formation, flying sand and rocks, forming a torrent.
Before being so powerful, Zhao Ruhao realized that he was like an ant, who could only linger on and try his best to procrastinate.
—but when he was dragging his bruised body and returning in failure, he was caught off guard and heard her news.
"This is just a small formation practiced by the disciples in the sect. If you can't even get through this, how could the Xuanling Sect accept you?"
"At today's Immortal Gate Conference, Xu Wan'er, the spirit sword fairy from the inner courtyard, entered the "Heavenly Overwhelming Formation" and broke out of the formation in only half an hour. She was not injured at all, and not even a single corner of her skirt was damaged—that was a world-shaking action. You guys are too far behind, you should be patient and improve your cultivation, don't always fantasize about taking shortcuts."
Spirit Sword Fairy, Xu Wan'er.
... It turns out that after leaving my side, she has become so outstanding.
Memories are like the sea, deep and bitter.
Inside the wooden house, Zhao Ruhao closed his eyes slightly, then opened them quickly, and asked softly, "How is she... now?"
The voice is very soft and cautious, as if holding precious and fragile crystal glass, and the slightest noise will shatter it.
"How is it?" Xie Ziyou glanced up at the sky, and recalled, "It's pretty good. She is now a sixth-rank intermediate, and she is a well-known little senior sister in the inner courtyard. The guy who doesn't think it's a big deal is different. Xuan Lingzong likes her very much. After a few years, when she is promoted to the seventh rank, there is a high probability that she will be able to make an elder..."
Zhao Ruhao held his breath and concentrated, and nodded after listening.
"That's fine," he said.
Xie Ziyou patted Zhao Ruhao's shoulder in relief, and wrote lightly, "Do you want to meet? I'll take you into the mountains."
As he spoke, he raised his foot and walked out, but after taking a few steps, there was no sound of footsteps behind him.
Xie Ziyou turned his head suspiciously, but saw Zhao Ruhao standing there quietly, not moving at all.
The young man struggled, and after standing still for a moment, he gave a wry smile and shook his head.
"It's still... gone." He said softly.
After saying that, he grabbed the long sword, turned around and went out, smiled apologetically at Xie Ziyou as he passed by, and walked straight down the mountain.
"Hey, the formation hasn't opened yet, how did you leave?"
The servant standing outside the door was startled, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted loudly: "My lord, are you not going to enter the battle? I remember the last time, you were very close to the seventh heaven, and you have made great efforts in the past five years. The seventh level should be a certainty, so it would be a pity to give up now!"
"Don't break in!"
The chuckle of relief floated from the mountain road.
The white shirt fluttered, and Zhao Ruhao walked like flying.
After taking this step, something was pulled away from him and drifted away with the wind—of course, it may also be buried deep in his heart, waiting for the moonlight night to suddenly fall into a dream.
"This is my last foray into battle. I can hear her news. I am obsessed with it. I have nothing to worry about."
The young man walked without looking back, raised his voice, and babbled: "My father passed away three years ago. Before he passed away, he arranged a marriage for me. Now that the filial piety period has passed, I have no reason to delay... I should go back and get married. .”
Zhao Ruhao's voice was much lighter. Although he was still perplexed, there was a hint of relief.
After walking a few steps, his feet stagnated slightly, he turned his head and looked at Xie Ziyou from afar, and said loudly: "Thank you."
Xie Ziyou didn't know what to say, so he smiled.
He kept watching Zhao Ruhao go down the mountain, and his long back disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
Not long after that, two other people came slowly along the mountain road.
One has vigorous steps, star-like eyes, handsome and elegant in black clothes, high-spirited and high-spirited; the other is delicate in pink skirt, with snow-like skin, peachy cheeks and smiling, elegant and moving temperament.
Even though it was far away, Xie Ziyou recognized the familiar figure early on.
Looking at Xu Wan'er's elegant figure, he felt a little emotional for a moment, but then he remembered the matter of accepting apprentices, and his face darkened suddenly.
Xu Wan'er's facial features gradually faded out in Xie Ziyou's eyes, turning into another girl who couldn't see her eyebrows clearly—at this moment, consciousness is best at filling in automatically, and quickly picked out one of the many smiling faces in front of the mountain gate, and forcibly placed it on Xu Wan'er's outline.
... Damn, so angry.
Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth quietly, but he wanted to put on a calm look on his face, and said lightly: "Xie Heng, aren't you accepting apprentices, why are you here?"
"I've been looking for you for a long time." Xie Heng's smile was like a warm breeze, and his voice was gentle, "My apprentice, of course, is also your apprentice. Youyou, here are some rosters. Take a look, do you find anyone pleasing to your eye?"
"Let me choose?" Xie Ziyou was slightly taken aback.
He took the roster suspiciously, flipped through two pages, and suddenly found that, regardless of their aptitude and temperament, most of the teenagers and girls in the roster were ordinary in appearance, far inferior to the brilliant ones he saw in front of the mountain gate along the way.
— Xie Heng must have screened first, sifting out all the glamorous and handsome ones.
After thinking this through, Xie Ziyou's heart warmed slightly, and he suddenly wanted to laugh.
He lowered his eyelids, turned his eyes slightly, raised his finger to a boy with a pretty face on the roster, and said with a smile, "How about this one? The small eyes are squinted, so cute."
Xie Heng's face froze, he stepped forward quickly, and glanced at the booklet with his head.
Putting down the booklet, he shook his head again and again: "It's not good, it's not good. As mentioned above, this kid has a dull personality. Although his bones are good, his understanding is not good. I'm afraid he will become the kind you mentioned... What's the matter, high grades and low abilities?"
Xie Ziyou pointed to another person.
"This girl is fine too. She's quite pretty without makeup, and with a little makeup she's a peerless little beauty."
"...beautiful is easy to cause trouble, you look again."
"Hey, this guy is born with strange strength, is he a fitness prodigy? Not bad, this kid should be in good shape, doesn't he have eight-pack abs?"
"... Youyou, we are accepting apprentices, not drafts!"
Xie Heng's wry smile drifted in the mountain wind.
Xu Wan'er looked at it with a smile on her face, and took out a formation disk from her sleeve, and handed it to the servant in front of the wooden house.
Not wanting to disturb Mrs. Xie Heng, she took the servant to the side of the wooden house and whispered: "From today onwards, I will be in charge of the Tianjuefengyangzheng of each Fairy Gate Conference. Tell me, these people Whether there are better seedlings here, the aptitude is acceptable, the main thing is that they are tenacious, resolute, and have been for decades... "
The servant said yes again and again, pointed at the people in the wooden house, and came to Xu Wan'er one by one.
When his fingertips swept over the position where Zhao Ruhao had been sitting quietly before, he froze slightly.
…but quickly moved on to the next one.
The pause was extremely short, Xu Wan'er didn't notice anything unusual, she just listened intently, lowering her head to record something from time to time.
The sun is warm, and the wind climbs up the mountain and sweeps across the valley, bringing a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.