The middle-aged practitioner is called Master Lu, who comes from Shangde Peak, the third peak of Qingshan Mountain. Now he has reached the realm of Chengyi Consummation. Because he failed to attack the Wuzhang realm twice, he had to temporarily stop his progress. Master Nansongting is responsible for the cultivation of new disciples who enter the outer sect.
With his status, he didn't need to come out to recruit disciples himself, but in recent years, the qualifications of the disciples in Nansong Pavilion have been very ordinary, far inferior to other places, which put him under a lot of pressure.
Now he doesn't expect to be able to do any great things, he just wants to bring out a few good disciples, or get a elixir from the teacher, and then make a final impact on the Wuzhang Realm.
When he heard the news from somewhere in Jiufeng that this remote mountain village was worth visiting, he came soon.
He hid among the green trees, observed the little boy in his teens, and found that the news was correct, even if he was only watching from a distance, he could feel that the boy was really good.
When he swept across it with his sword sense, he was even more pleasantly surprised—that little boy was actually a natural born Taoist!
Not to mention the surrounding areas of Daqing Mountain, even in those prosperous counties and even Chaoge City, it may take several years for this kind of beautiful jade to appear. How could Master Lu care about scaring the child? Appeared directly from the night, but before he could say anything, he was attracted by another matter.
The little boy was frightened and hid behind a boy in white.
The reason why he was vigilant was that when he observed the little boy from a distance, he didn't notice the existence of this boy.
The other party was sitting on a deck chair by the pool.
For the first time, his sword consciousness landed on the young man in white, but he was a little surprised to find that the other party was just a mortal who had never practiced and had no Dao seeds in his body.
When his eyes fell on the face of the boy in white, he was even more surprised.
He has never seen such a beautiful young man in the practice world for many years.
Not to mention the children of the aristocratic families in Chaoge, even the juniors on Qingrong Peak, the famous and beautiful female disciples in Shuiyue Nunnery cannot be compared with them.
The practice world has always believed in a truth: the ultimate is extraordinary.
Regardless of tall, short, fat, thin or other appearances, as long as they are special enough, there must be something unusual about them.
A simpler way to put it is: where things go to the extreme, there must be a demon.
As for the word "beauty", the word "beauty" has always been highly praised by practitioners. Whether it is a green pine on a cliff or a flying sword like light, as long as it is extremely beautiful, it must have extraordinary connotations.
Looking at the beautiful face of the young man in white, how could Master Lu not be tempted, he strengthened his sword sense and checked again, and found that his Dao heart was still immature, let alone the existence of Dao species.
The boy in white is much older than the boy, but his Dao heart is far inferior, so the difference in talent and aptitude is naturally even greater.
Master Lu felt a little regretful, he stopped looking at the boy, looked at Liu Shisui, and asked, "Do you know my identity?"
Liu Shisui was so frightened by the sudden appearance of this stranger that he didn't even dare to show his face. When he listened to the question, he didn't dare to open his mouth, but he just grabbed Jing Jiu's sleeve tightly.
Jing Jiu could tell from this middle-aged practitioner's clothing and the way he carried his sword that the other party should be a disciple of the third generation, and his realm was still far from the Wuzhang state, but he didn't know the other party's name.
This is a very natural thing.
There are thousands of inner disciples and outer disciples of Qingshan Sect, apart from the old men from Shangde Peak and the women from Xilai Peak, who can recognize all of them.
"Nothing." Jing Jiu said.
For some reason, hearing these words, Liu Shisui felt a lot more relieved, but still a little nervous, stood up and looked at the middle-aged practitioner, tremblingly said: "Could it be that you are..."
Master Lu said with a gentle expression, "That's right, I am a cultivator in Qingshan, which is what you usually call an immortal master."
Hearing the word "immortal master", Liu Shisui subconsciously glanced at Jing Jiu.
Master Lu thought he was too nervous, smiled slightly and said, "You can call me Master Lu."
Liu Shisui said anxiously, "Master Lu... what are you doing here?"
"Let me ask you, are you willing to cultivate the Dao and seek longevity?"
Hearing this, Jing Jiu felt a little emotional, thinking that after so many years, the same sentence remained, not even a single word changed.
Liu Shisui stood blankly for a long time before he came to his senses, and stammered, "... of course... yes, it's just..."
The usually inconspicuous rural boy was taken away by the fairy master of Qingshan. This is the most beautiful story that has been passed down for countless generations in the mountain village. He grew up listening to these stories since he was a child, and he was dumbfounded. He didn't have the meaning of objection, but it was just like what he said in his words, just...
He looked towards the small courtyard, with some hesitation and struggle on his immature face.
Instead of being angry, Master Lu felt even more comforted: "Cultivating the Tao is an extraordinary thing, but we are not those monks, we can also walk in the world of mortals, so naturally we will not break the relationship between family members."
Liu Shisui was a little uneasy and said, "Really?"
Master Lu smiled and said: "I will explain to your parents later on, and I will give you time to go back to your hometown to visit relatives. If you can't enter the inner sect in the future, you will need to handle the worldly affairs of the sect. You will not be short of money, and you can often return If you want to take care of your family, it's just a matter of lifting your hands... However, I don't think you will have such an opportunity. "
Obviously, he was very optimistic about Liu Shisui's talent, and he firmly believed in it.
Liu Shisui looked at Jing Jiu.
Master Lu was a little surprised.
Jing Jiu stood up and said, "Go if you want."
Liu Shisui looked happy and said, "Yes, my lord."
Master Lu's surprise turned into surprise.
In such a remote mountain village, why is there such a beautiful son
He looked at Jing Jiu, and suddenly said, "What about you? Would you like to follow me to build the Dao and seek longevity?"
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Across a wall, the voices of conversation and crying of the Lius could be heard from time to time. It's just that they remembered the fairy master's reminder and dared not disturb the village, so they kept their voices very low.
Jing Jiu sat by the window, looked at the stars in the night sky, remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
That guy called Master Lu will come tomorrow morning to take Liu Shisui... and him to the Green Mountain Sect.
Liu Shisui was packing his luggage. He is a very diligent kid, but this is the first time he has packed his luggage. But the dazed look on the little face was not because of this reason, but because he had received too much mental shock and hadn't fully woken up yet. Perhaps it was because of this that he did not think of the fact that Jing Jiu was not an immortal teacher.
"Could it be enough..."
The little boy still stuttered: "That fairy master doesn't need time to look at my... morality?"
Jing Jiu looked at the starry sky outside the window and said, "Xinxing."
Liu Shisui said, "Yes, that's the word."
Jing Jiu said: "Of course, this kind of thing only depends on the talent, and the character changes with the years. How do you look at it? Besides, do you really think that the benevolent is invincible?"
Liu Shisui patted his head and said, "Isn't it? It's said in the books."
Without turning around, Jing Jiu said, "Of course not, the invincible is invincible."
Liu Shisui couldn't understand this sentence, but when he looked at his back, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.
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In the early morning, the sky is very bright, and the sun is still far beyond the peaks. I don't know when I will get up.
Master Lu is here.
The Lius and his wife sent Liu Shisui to the front of the hospital, silently wiping away tears, a little sad, but more happy.
Footsteps sounded, Jing Jiu came out from the house, the morning breeze brushed his white clothes lightly, his hands were empty, he didn't bring anything.
Looking at this scene, the Lius couldn't help but think that he looked like this when he walked to the entrance of the village a year ago.
Mother Liu glanced at Father Liu, but hesitated to speak.
Father Liu gave her a warning look, and said respectfully, "My lord, do you want to bring some things that are useful for the road? You can memorize them at the age of ten."
Jing Jiu ignored it and walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
Master Lu frowned slightly as he watched the scene outside the courtyard.
No one knew that in the water tank behind the wing room, there was half a light blue pill that was slowly melting until it dissipated in the water and could no longer be seen.
Master Lu led Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui into the morning mist, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Liu's father and Liu's mother walked back to the courtyard wiping away their tears. Suddenly they didn't know what to do. They stood in a daze for a while, then got up and began to clean the courtyard and boil water for cooking.
Whether it is cooking porridge or making poor big-leaf tea, of course the water in the tank is used.
Only then did Mother Liu realize that there was something missing in the house.
The bamboo chair was gone.
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For some unknown reason, Master Lu did not choose to fly back to the Green Mountain Sect with his sword, but walked instead.
Of course Liu Shisui couldn't think of this, because he never thought that anyone in the world could walk with a sword.
But Jing Jiu knew very well that this third-generation disciple of the Qingshan Sect was now in the state of Chengyi Consummation, and logically he could easily walk with a sword, even if he brought two people with him.
So why does this person insist on walking? Worried that other ascetics will see the traces of the flying sword and cause trouble
Jing Jiu didn't understand. In his mind, although the present Qingshan sect is not as good as the previous generation, it is not so.
The mountain village is no more than a hundred miles away from the Mountain Gate of the Qingshan Sect. It would be cowardly for the disciples of the Qingshan Sect to be so cautious in such a place.
Master Lu didn't know what Jing Jiu was thinking, and led the two boys, one big and one young, to the mountains in the mist, silent and low-key.
On the third day, through a thick fog, the vision suddenly became clear.
Countless green peaks appeared in front of my eyes, some were beautiful, some were precipitous, some were as smooth as a mirror and could not be climbed at all, but the peaks were inhabited.
The legendary Qingshan Nine Peaks are among them
Liu Shisui was amazed again and again, but Jing Jiu didn't even look at it.
The three of them walked towards the peak along the mountain road paved with blue stones, and after a while, they saw a stone gate.
The stone gate is simple in style, covered with moss, and has its own ancient meaning. The three characters Nansong Pavilion can be vaguely seen on the horizontal plaque.
This is the South Mountain Gate of the Green Mountain Sect.
Seeing this mountain gate, Master Lu showed a smile on his face, obviously relaxed a lot.
The mountain gate is quiet, and the sound of birds in the dense forest is not disturbing.
There is a wooden table under the mountain gate. On the table are pens, inkstones and paper. A man in a gray sword robe is sleeping on the table.