Flowers bloom and fall, and the enchantment outside the red lotus water pavilion, whether it is morning or evening, is flowing with fine brilliance. People inside can't come out, and people outside can't get in.
Five years have passed in a flash, the world is like a revolving lantern, changing every day, every night, every tenth and every month.
In the teahouse, in the history books... Those years eventually turned into lines of small characters, into paragraphs of storytelling.
Reminiscences of the past, looking back—
In the first year of Chu Wanning's retreat, his disciple Mo Ran went down the mountain, and Xue Meng Shimei stayed at the top of life and death and repaired by himself.
This year, the words of the ink burned a little better than before. Xue Meng broke through the ninth level of the annihilation knife, and the teacher went to the lonely moon night medicine gate at the end of the year to learn and benefit a lot.
During this period, Mo Ran went to Chang's house, a salt merchant in Yizhou, to visit Chang Gongzi for private affairs. However, he learned that Mr. Chang had died suddenly a few days ago. Mo Ran learned in the ghost world that Young Master Chang had colluded with Fake Gou Chen, and he wanted to inquire about one or two, but who knew that the other party had already killed and killed, and even the body was burned to ashes.
The trail is interrupted.
In the second year of Chu Wanning's retreat, the comprehension world held the Lingshan Conference, Xue Mengde was the leader, Mei Hanxue was the second, and Nangong Si was the third. The teacher hangs the pot in the lower world, and the ink burns through the Jiangnan and Mobei, all the way to eliminate demons and do good, and then return to the mountains and forests to practice, and the whereabouts are elusive.
In the third year of Chu Wanning's retreat, in the year of ghosts, the yin is prosperous. In the past, the enchantment of the bloody battle in Caidie Town declined, sprites were born, wild ghosts cried at night, and Xue Meng led the top disciples of life and death to suppress. Although the scene of the ghosts covering the sky in the past has not been reproduced, the people of the lower world are still struggling to live and fall into a disaster year.
Due to its vast territory and numerous Guizhou leaders, in order to protect themselves, the Nine Gates sent a hundred disciples from each to guard the borders of the upper and lower cultivators, and built a wall of rejection to prevent the ghosts and refugees from crossing eastward.
Those homeless poor people were all turned away from the wall, and the city was guarded against ghosts and people. So the Haiyan River inside the wall was clear, and the corpses outside the wall were everywhere. Xue Zhengyong negotiated with the Shangxiu world many times, but failed. The blood shed by the disciples in Caidie Town at the top of the dead and life back then went to waste.
At the end of the year, Mo Ran, who was hiding in Qingxiu in the mountains, received a letter from his uncle and learned that there was chaos in Shu and re-entered the world.
Chu nightning retreated for the fourth year.
The ink burned and Xue Meng fought side by side, and the two sons of the dead and the dead led the people to swept away the evil spirits in the lower repair world and quelled the evil bandits. In the end, a peak duel was provoked in the hometown of Caidie Town. Xue Ziming killed more than a thousand evil spirits and exorcised hundreds of ghosts. Mo Weiyu repaired the cracks in the sky and sealed the evil spirits with his own power.
After this battle, Shangxiujie withdrew its city defenses and allowed the people of Lower Xiujie to enter the customs.
Xue Meng's ink burning is famous. The former Phoenix's young prestige is unparalleled, and the latter's enchantment is very similar to that of Chu Wanning when the sky is cracked, so it is called "Mo Zongshi" by the world.
Baiyun Canggou, time is wasted in a blink of an eye.
Since the first battle of Lingshan, Xue Meng has gained a good reputation, but he is not as complacent and complacent as he was when he was a teenager. When sick, never stop.
He remembered the words of the master, even if there is no magic in hand, the favored son of heaven is still the favored son of heaven, but he has to pay more blood and sweat. He is no longer naturally gifted, but diligence can make up for it.
Sometimes, after he performed a set of sword techniques, he fell lightly and elegantly from the end of the bamboo forest. In the sunlight that penetrated the forest and the leaves, he turned his head sideways, and occasionally felt a daze in front of him, as if he saw the man sitting on the rock, playing the music. Small silhouette of leaves.
This reminded him of that day, when Chu Xiaoning, who had become smaller, watched him practice the knife in the forest, with a melodious voice, pointing him when he should be urgent and when he should be slow.
Xue Meng tilted his head and recalled it carefully, and the sound seemed to be in his ears.
So he closed his eyes and calmed down, and when he opened it again, he saw a piece of dead bamboo floating down, a flash of sword light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, the dragon hummed, the shadow of the sword slackened to a certain degree, and it was as urgent as a tidal wave of lightning when it started. Shut down, the end point is like snow in the sky.
When Longcheng withdrew, he stood up straight, the dead leaves had been cut into countless strands, and fell silently on the side of his boots.
When he lowered his head, he seemed to be still a young man with a tender face and unable to hold his breath.
Looking up again, the eyebrows are tall and straight, the eyes are clear but steady, like a rushing stream finally rushing into the lake and sea, becoming peaceful and broad.
Five years.
Xue Meng held the knife and wiped the frost blade with a white cloth. He was about to retract the knife and put it back into the sheath. Suddenly, he heard a rush of footsteps in the distance. A disciple rushed over and kept shouting: "Young Master! Young Master!"
"What's wrong?" Xue Meng frowned, "Furious, no manners. What's the matter?"
"Red Lotus Shuixie—" The man ran out of breath, his face flushed red, and he gasped, "Guilty, Guilty Master is gone! Elder Yu, Yuheng—wake up, wake up!!"
"Dang bang", Longcheng, the soldier of a hundred battles, was accidentally dropped to the ground by the master.
Xue Meng's handsome and fair face turned pale in an instant, and then immediately became flushed, his lips opened and closed, and finally he didn't even remember to pick up his own weapon, so he flew to the top of death and life. Nan Feng, who almost tripped over a stone in the middle, stumbled and stumbled.
"Master!! Master!!!"
Xue Ziming, who had just taught others that he had no manners at all, lost his manners in the blink of an eye.
Running outside the red lotus water pavilion, before entering the main hall gate, I saw Xue Zhengyi striding out from the inside, seeing his son and desperately going inside, Xue Zhengyi embraced him with a smile on his face.
Xue Meng was anxious: "Daddy!"
"Okay, I know you want to see Yuheng." Xue Zhengyi said with a smile, "but he just recovered, lacked energy, and fell asleep after a few words with me. You are always embarrassed to disturb your master's rest."
Xue Meng stayed: "It's right to say so, but..." But the five-year time is too difficult. He has a lot of things to say to the master. He wants to rush over and tell the master that he has taken the Lingshan conference. The first place, I want to tell the master that he has suppressed hundreds of ghosts, and he...
"Be sensible."
"..." The word sensible is like the seven inches of a snake. If you hold it, Xue Meng will obey. He almost let out a long sigh. Although he stopped, he stretched his neck forward, as if he could pass the burly father, the door of the room that was hidden, and saw the person lying on the couch.
Xue Meng pursed his lips and was a little unwilling: "I will, just go in and see the master, I will not speak."
"How can I not know you? I shouted when I was happy." Xue Zhengyi glared at him, "When the Lingshan Conference won the victory, the outsiders had a cold air in front of them, and they went back home and shouted for four or five days. When you see someone, tell me how you kicked Nangong Si off the back of the demon wolf, and now even Aunt Li from Mengpotang can recite your original words. If you say you don't say a word, who will believe it?"
"… OK."
Xue Meng shriveled.
"Father taught me."
"That is, when did your father's words miss you?"
Xue Meng pouted, still couldn't help but be curious: "Dad, how is the master?"
"Very good, Master Guilty has even removed the residual poison left by Pinxin Liu."
"Ah, that means that Shizun will not become a junior junior brother in the future?"
"Haha, no more."
Xue Meng scratched his head, thinking that he would never see Xia Sini again, and felt a little pity.
"Then, are the others okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
"Don't worry, no, I really want to say yes, that is, he knows that after he has slept for five years, his face is a little ugly." Xue Zhengyi remembered Chu Wanning's expression and smiled, "Fortunately, he doesn't have much energy yet, Otherwise, you can pull me and ask a lot of things. Hey, by the way—"
He suddenly thought of something and said to Xue Meng: "Meng'er, arrange something for you to do. Your master has been isolated from the world for so long and has missed a lot of things. We are tired of talking to him alone. , he sounded exhausted. In this way, you ask your mother to ask for some money and buy some books from the town of impermanence at the foot of the mountain. Isn't there a kind of booklet that chronicles events? Look at him."
When Xue Meng heard it, it wasn't right. Daddy, the old fox, thought he was noisy and wanted to kick him down the mountain to do coolies.
But after thinking about it again, this coolie was done for the master, and it seems that it is not so difficult to accept. Anyway, Master has fallen asleep again now, and he is really not sure whether he will lose control of his emotions after entering the room and rush over to wake people up.
So he sighed and muttered unwillingly, "Buy books when you buy them."
"Buy more. I'm talking about the upper and lower cultivation worlds. Buy some. Yuheng himself likes to read books."
"Oh, good." Xue Meng was very frustrated and went down the mountain silently.
Xue Meng didn't like to read books, so he came to the book stall in Wuchang Town, looked around, and felt that he couldn't see any tricks from the name, so he squatted down and asked the stall owner: "Old man, you are talking about the realm of cultivation here. Are there any books that have changed over the years? Get me a few."
The stall owner saw that he was a person at the top of life and death. Although he did not recognize that this was Xue Ziming, the young bird of the phoenix, he was very excited and said enthusiastically: "Xianjun wants to talk about the book of change, of course there is. I am here. , biographies, chronicles, geographies, and subduing demons, and even the manuscripts of the ten most famous storytellers in the arena. Which one does Xianjun like?"
Xue Meng heard the pain in his brain and waved his hand: "All, take it over, it's not bad money."
For businessmen, the most pleasant words in the world are not "love you", "love you", "want you", but "buy", "not bad money" and "one of each".
The stall owner immediately smiled, rubbed his hands and responded to Xue Meng, and turned to pick him from the book box he picked. Xue Meng was idle and had nothing to do, so he flipped through the stall and suddenly found a thin booklet that was very interesting. The page he spread out read:
List of wealthy households in the cultivation world
First: Jiang Xi. Identity: Head of Linlingyu Lonely Moon Night
Second: Nangong Liu. Status: head of Linyi Confucianism
Third: Ma Yun. Status: Owner of West Lake Taobao Villa
…
In this way, I wrote a whole face in teeny small script.
Xue Meng immediately became excited. He especially wanted to know where he was, so he read it back and forth on this page four or five times.
He was suddenly very frustrated, and then got a little angry. After thinking about it, he felt unwilling. He turned the page and planned to continue to look for it, but he saw that there were only three or four names and one sentence:
"Limited by the energy of editing, all the rankings are only counted in the top 100, and those after the top 100 will be omitted."
Xue Meng slammed the book angrily: "Is this young master so poor??"
The stall owner was startled by him, and when he saw the booklet he was looking at, he picked it up and comforted him: "Don't be angry, Xianjun, the ranking booklet compiled by the people is always arranged in a mess, and ah, it is spread around the world. They are also not the same. If you want to buy books in Linyi, the first place on the list of gentlemen must be the head of Nangong. In the market, this is purely for entertainment, don’t be angry, don’t be angry.”
Listening to what he said, Xue Meng felt that it made some sense, and he was still curious about the other contents of this booklet, so he snorted, took it from the stall owner, and flipped two pages.
This time, he saw an even more outlandish ranking.
"The arrogance list of the sons of the family"
The author has something to say:
Ma Yun on the rich list and Taobao Villa are Easter eggs, hahahaha~
Master has woken up, and we have begun to resume our daily small theater~
The re-opened small theater~
Hawkers like to listen, buy, buy, buy, so what are the words that each character wants to hear the most~
Chu nightning most wants to hear: Elder Yuheng is a good teacher.
Ink Burning 2.0 most wants to hear: You are different from your previous life.
Ink Burning 1.0 most want to hear: Everyone likes you.
Ink burning 0.5 most hope to hear: dog stuff, wake up, don't dream, saliva is flowing on the desk!
Xue Meng most wants to hear: the young master is the first, the young master is the most handsome, and the young master is the most liked by the master!
The teacher most wants to hear: how can the teacher be so gentle and cute as the boss
Ye Wangxi most wanted to hear: Young Master Nangong will not be short-lived.
Nangong Si most wanted to hear: Your father abdicated and let you go, you can make your own decisions, son.
Song Qiutong most wanted to hear: This is a bg article.
Mei Hanxue most wants to hear: Mei Hanxue, ready to play.