It was late at night when Jun Yu came to Yunyang City. Mr. Zhang Yuan counted the time and thought that he would be able to come tomorrow, but at this time he had already rested and did not send anyone to greet him.
Jun Yu stood outside the high wall of the Zhumen of the academy, frowning lightly, his usual indifferent expression showing a little imperceptible urgency. Before he could lock the door, a figure suddenly jumped out from the courtyard wall. The sleeve robe was lifted by the night wind, like a white bird. This posture should have been extremely unrestrained.
The man turned around.
The moonlight poured down through the edge of the clouds, dripping down the ground like stagnant water.
The locust tree swayed in the night wind, and the deep and shallow tree shadows intertwined on the walls and tiles, and also fell on him.
Jun Yu's expression changed slightly.
Wei Jingfeng wondered why he was so surprised. "Spring Mountain Smile" and "Autumn Wind Li" have the same breath. Of course, this old man knows that you are here. Immediately, he realized that his current appearance was probably the reason why his apprentice was surprised.
Wei Jingfeng's voice was slightly cold, "What? I haven't seen you for many years, the apprentice grows up and doesn't recognize the master?"
After he finished speaking, he regretted it, listen to what kind of bastard this is. For a while, he was annoyed that he was dizzy, and he was angry that Junyu, like Li Tugen, also cared about his appearance. Just before he was about to leave, Jun Yu knelt down.
One of them knelt down on one knee, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and Wei Jingfeng finally didn't have to raise his head to speak. Jun Yu looked at him, seeing that he was speechless, and seriously corrected, "It's not many years, it's one hundred and twenty-four years and six months."
At this moment, Wei Jingfeng's sullen qi disappeared without a trace, and he raised his hand and touched the top of his apprentice's hair.
"Go, go home."
Jun Yu stood up and followed behind him, always one step behind as before, showing insurmountable respect. For Jun Yu, a master is a master, and it has nothing to do with appearance or age, nor with the realm of cultivation.
The long street is lonely, the trees on the bluestone street are swaying, and the lanterns and wine flags on the high-rise buildings are swaying in the night wind.
The wind in the late autumn was cold and cold, and Wei Jingfeng tightened his clothes. In fact, he ran all the way from Jianzhong to Zhonglu, and his fatigue was far from being eliminated by sleeping, but he didn't care at all. He had seen so many Fengshuang swords, what was a little tiredness? Just normal.
Jun Yu stepped forward and took his hand, Wei Jingfeng froze for a moment. Jun Yu's palm was slightly cold, but the surging real essence poured out, like a warm current flowing around his body along the intersection of his fingers, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's so good that the apprentice has grown up, and he knows that he feels sorry for the filial master.
The whole city was still sleeping, and they walked down the street in the quiet night.
The swordsman was held by his apprentice, and he seemed to feel something, and said, "Although I have suffered a great disaster this time, it is also a blessing. The sword is stronger, and the cultivation base can be practiced again. This appearance is also a relived childhood. It's not a practice, I can see it, you don't have to be sad."
He was used to not comforting people, and the words he said were very rigid, but Jun Yu listened very seriously, and didn't say anything at the end, just "um". Wei Jingfeng was relieved.
The autumn wind swept up piles of fallen leaves on the street corners, and the silvery moonlight was like snow waves crashing on the shore, their shadows were stretched diagonally.
The world is unpredictable. Many years ago, the Sword Saint picked up an apprentice from the front of the school, and now he has come here to pick him up as an apprentice.
Wei Jingfeng was not in a hurry to hurry. He had been in Jianzhong for a long time. Now, looking at the world of fireworks, the market cars and horses felt extra comfortable. Jun Yu just let him go.
"You have to come and go more on weekdays, what's the point of staying in the mountains to practice swords all day long, being born into the world..."
Jun Yu nodded.
Wei Jingfeng glanced up at him, and knew that he didn't listen, so he looked straight, "Xi Huafeng is home, it shouldn't be a cage that traps you. Don't put yourself in a bind."
Jun Yu pursed his lips.
Lueyang City was busy with traffic, and people often looked at them along the way. A young man with a cold temperament, holding Yu Xue's lovely child, this combination is really rare. So when they walked into the flower street, the eyes of all parties were more. Wei Jingfeng was still frank and magnanimous, Jun Yu just frowned slightly, and looked coldly through the flamboyant clothes and temples. Everywhere you go, the crowds of people in the narrow alleys all separate a path.
In the spring sleeve building with warm wine and flowers, there were not many guests in the morning, and a few tables were sparsely seated in the lobby. The aroma of wine and the faint smell of fat powder floated in the air, and the brazier was burning vigorously, making a crisp "crackling" sound from time to time.
The lady boss, who was still charming, sat behind the counter, flipping through the ledger absentmindedly. Everything here is familiar to Wei Jingfeng. It's just that he is standing in front of the counter now, not as high as the counter.
He looked back at Jun Yu and wanted his apprentice to buy wine. Jun Yu misunderstood something, stunned for a moment, then leaned over and hugged him.
Unexpectedly, his line of sight suddenly rose, and Wei Jingfeng regained his condescending self-confidence. Speaking in Lueyang dialect, he said with a smile, "Boss lady, is there any happiness in life?"
Miss Luhua finally looked up at them.
For the first time, he also smiled, "Are you drinking or your father drinking?"
Wei Jingfeng didn't respond, "I'll drink it."
When Miss Luhua usually took wine, she threw it on the counter with a 'pop'. This time, it was unusually gentle, holding the small porcelain altar and gently putting it into Wei Jingfeng's arms.
"gave it to you."
Juggernaut thought to himself, did he recognize me as a regular customer
It's just that the wine is a little less, forget it, people are full of heart, and it's better to give away too much. Until Jun Yu took him out of the Chunxiu Building and Huajie Liuxiang, he was happy.
Then he pulled off the cork of the wine, and his keen five senses allowed him to detect something wrong without having to taste it, "This is not a feast for the eyes, it's a peach blossom." He broke free from Jun Yu's arms, and turned to go back.
Jun Yu doesn't understand wine, "What's the difference?"
"This is for kids!"
Peach Blossom wine has a light and sweet aftertaste, just like fruit juice. Jun Yu grabbed him and said nothing. Kneeling down and looking into his eyes.
Wei Jingfeng was speechless when he saw him, holding the wine jar to discourage him, "Forget it, don't comfort me." He smiled, "It's not bad to be a child again, when I was young, I could Nobody brought me anything."
It looks like it happened in a previous life. When I was a child, I was ostracized in the village, and when I was a teenager, I fought desperately in the wasteland of the Eastern Land. It is not a happy memory.
Jun Yu didn't speak anymore, hugged the wine jar, and continued walking, holding his hand. Wei Jingfeng seems to have found an interesting new experience. There are so many rare gadgets on the street, the paper windmill, the candied gourd noodles, the clay figurine, the little rabbit lamp, which he had never noticed before, and now they all appear in his sight.
Interesting.
Jun Yu asked, "Do you want to buy it?"
Where does the Juggernaut have the face to buy a bunny lamp, "Don't buy it."
The paper pinwheel vendor was used to seeing duplicitous children, and seeing how cute he was, he took a red pinwheel and stuffed it with him, "Give it to you."
Wei Jingfeng was caught off guard.
Jun Yu took out the money and handed it to the man. He didn't go down the mountain for many years, he spent very little, and he gave more without knowing the price. The happy hawker couldn't close his mouth. The other vendors followed suit and came to deliver things to Wei Jingfeng, and Jun Yu followed behind to pay the money.
When he was about to walk out of Lueyang City, the Sword Saint's face became thicker. He was eating the candied haws by himself, and letting Jun Yu hold everything else, he suddenly felt that it was really good.
Yan Xing wandered to Qingzhou City this day, and met a few old drinking friends on Tianxiang Tower. There are loose cultivators who are involved in the rivers and lakes, and there are the sons of the great family. After the three rounds of drinking, the few friends and friends have no scruples talking. "What is the origin of the child next to your senior brother? Is it a son or an apprentice?"
Yan Xing was stunned, "What did you say?"
Big Brother? child? play me
"You don't know yet? You really don't know?"
"Tsk, your senior brother took a child to Cangya Mountain, and many people saw it with their own eyes."
"You still don't believe it? He treats that kid very well."
"If no one dared to ask him, as to ask you?"
Yan Xing's wine woke up most of the time, and jumped directly from the window on the second floor. Everyone reacted and stretched their heads to look, and it was an ancient pharmacist who did not leave any afterimages in the future beast world. He did not rest day and night, and rushed back to Xihua Peak.
Yan Xing finally saw Jun Yu in front of the mountain gate, Jun Yu leaned over and was talking to the child.
Yan Xing had never seen such a senior brother before, his eyes were clearly still cold, but his whole person was inexplicably gentle, this person was definitely not a disciple. He stepped forward without thinking, "Eldest brother, your son?"
The boy turned back and gave him a light look. Yan Xingcai finally saw the sword on his waist - a delicate dagger, decorated with beads, like a gorgeous ornament.
Yan Xing knelt down directly.
After a while, he finally regained his senses, "... Master?"
Juggernaut snorted, and threw the peach blossom brew to him, "Just in time, I'll give you a jar of wine."
Yan Xing took it subconsciously and stood up from the ground, his expression still a little dazed.
When he reached Xihua Peak, he suddenly laughed loudly, "Hahahahaha Master is back!"
The laughter startled the jackdaws in the forest.
The swordsman turned his head and glared at him, "Do you think the old man is dead?"
Yan Xing stopped laughing, and suddenly wanted to cry again. He looked at the few people who ran out in a hurry, and felt that everyone seemed to want to cry.
The Juggernaut is back. This is the big thing in the world. But Wei Jingfeng was most afraid of trouble and didn't want people to know, so the news stopped at Xi Huafeng. Life on the mountain is no different than it used to be.
He was still not used to this appearance, and it was fine in front of Jun Yu, and he was always awkward with other apprentices. Yin Biyue was sent out by him to establish another peak with Luo Mingchuan.
"The two of you have reached such a level of cultivation, and you are a partner of Taoism. It is time for you to establish your own business. What does it mean to rely on this old man."
Yin Biyue obeyed his teacher's orders and found a place with pure spiritual veins in the Cangya Mountains, and named it 'Ximing'. Cangya Mountain has the seventh peak in this way.
Yan Xing was better off, Juggernaut only said, "If you don't care, go down the mountain as soon as possible!"
"Fifth? Tell him not to come. If you are free, why don't you build a bridge on the floating sea?"
Liu Lishuang was speechless when he picked up the pen, wondering if Master was serious and how to write the reply letter. The swordsman turned his head and said to her, "Bushuang, if you have time to go out for a walk, if you are young, don't always be bored in your room copying Taoist scriptures."
Liu bullying complied, and when the spring breeze turned to rain, he went down the mountain, and he did not know where to go.
In Juggernaut's heart, no matter whether she can survive or not, and how many separations she has experienced, she is still the little girl on the snowfield. Still young, have a great time and future. It is time to enter the world to experience it, to waste it and regret it.
Everyone is gone, and the Juggernaut can finally play with the bunny lamp aboveboard.
Xi Huafeng was a little lonely again. It seems that many years ago, Wei Jingfeng just picked up Jun Yu and came back, and there are only the two of them here. There are clouds all over the sky and wild trees and flowers all over the mountains.
Spring comes and autumn comes, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are smooth. Cultivation does not know the age, so this is the longest time he stayed in Xihua Peak.
He is confident that he does not owe Tiandi or Cangya, but if he wants to say that he has nothing to do in his life, he feels that he owes Jun Yu after all.
When the eldest apprentice came back with him, he was only six or seven years old. He led people to ride clouds and did not know how to block the wind.
These Jun Yu will not talk to him. It was all because of this time that he relived a few years before he slowly understood.
As he said to Yin Biyue, he is really not a good master.
Jun Yu accompanies him to practice swordsmanship carefully; every time he follows him down the mountain, he takes his hand, as if he is afraid that he will get tired and that he will get lost. I don't know where I learned the craft, and I often make gadgets for him. Wei Jingfeng is really a young man. He got tired of playing for two days, but he saved up and didn't throw it away.
Jun Yu is far better than him.
"I remember when you first went up the mountain when you were young. I learned to talk with you. You can talk a lot in a day, but why are you backing down now?"
"Nothing to say on weekdays, and no one to say, will naturally regress."
Juggernaut thought this was not good. It seems that speaking is the same as practicing. If you don't advance in a boat against the current, you will retreat. You have to practice again, so everything starts from scratch. For the great practitioners, more than ten years of time are nothing but white horses passing through the gaps and spending a lot of time getting drunk.
Wei Jingfeng turned into a handsome young man in a blink of an eye. Time has not left a trace on him. The realm gradually recovered, and he had to travel down the mountain with his sword in his arms again, and he no longer needed his apprentice to accompany him.
In March, Spring Mountain is like a smile.
Jun Yu sent him to the front of the mountain road of Xihua Peak, and watched his back go farther and farther, until it became a blurry point under the blue sky. Jun Yu turned around and went back alone, and while sitting in front of the desk wiping his sword, he suddenly felt that these ten years were nothing but a big dream.
After waking up from the dream, the world is the same, nothing is different.
As a disciple, he listened carefully to every word of the master and put it into practice. There is only one thing that he never agrees with—Xihuafeng is home, not the cage that traps you. Don't put yourself in a bind.
That person never knew that Cangya Mountain was not a cage, and Xi Huafeng was not a shackle. The only one who can really trap him is Jianshengwei Jingfeng.
Jun Yu slowly wiped his sword, Chun Shan smiled as smooth as water, reflecting the chill between his brows. Suddenly there was a gust of wind behind him, the bright light was blocked, and the room suddenly darkened.
He turned his head and looked slightly surprised: "Aren't you going to see the world?"
The swordsman touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "It's gone, it's not interesting, it's better to see you."
"Please fry a pot of pine nut candy, put more pine nuts, the sugar coating is crisper, don't fool me about the weight, I understand this."
The hawker looked at the cold and solemn cultivator in front of the stall, stunned, like a ghost in the daytime.
Jun Yu frowned and thought about it, nothing was wrong. Before going down the mountain, the master explained that he wanted to say this, and he wrote it down word by word.
Back at Xihuafeng First Courtyard, I saw Wei Jingfeng sitting firmly on the chair of the Grand Master, but Yan Xing knelt down in the hall to see him come in, winked at him with a frown, and said loudly, "I also ask Master to fulfill him. "
It's a pity that Jun Yu didn't understand him: "Senior brother, please help me to say a few words", so he gave Wei Jingfeng a stick wrapped in oiled paper in his hand, and took a pair of chopsticks.
The swordsman was eating the pine nut candy bought by his eldest apprentice, refreshed, and motioned Jun Yu to sit down casually, but turned his head and scolded Yan Xing: "Well, you worthless, don't you have to go there, why don't you take him with you? What about Cang Ya?"
Could it be that Yan Xing: "Song Tang is the head after all..."
How did you come to Cangya, Master, you have some reason.
Wei Jingfeng patted the table: "What's wrong with the head? Luo Mingchuan is also the head! Look at the fourth, the fourth goes out, he said that Luo Mingchuan dared not say the second, he went east and Luo Mingchuan did not dare to go west, this is the The majesty of the head of the family! What do you look like, this old man has no shameful apprentice like you."
Yan Xing thought, I used to think that the fourth child was the head of the family, but as time went on, I could see that the fourth child was clearly spoiled by Luo Mingchuan. I'm pampering Song Tang now, what's wrong.
But he didn't dare to say what he thought in his heart, because the swordsman was getting more and more angry, and he was going to find someone to smash him.
Wei Jingfeng felt that he would not be able to draw a sword with his apprentice. He wanted to slap the pine nut candy on his face, but he was reluctant to buy it. The eldest apprentice bought it hard, but he hasn't finished it yet.
In the end, I had to throw the chopsticks in my hand.
Yan Xing couldn't dodge and was hit right in the face. He was just about to rub his shoulder and sell it, but who knew it wouldn't hurt at all.
Jun Yu brought another pair of chopsticks in his hand, but he didn't say anything, just looked at his master with a calm gaze.
Being watched by such a pair of eyes, Wei Jingfeng suddenly lost his temper. He waved his hand: "The old man is sure, let's go... Wait a minute, there are a few jars of wine under the old pine tree by the cliff, which the old man buried when he crossed the calamity and became holy. Take one jar, don't take more!"
Yan Xing, who got up and went out, was overjoyed and came back to kneel and kowtow: "Master!"
Wei Jingfeng was impatient: "Don't talk nonsense, take it and go quickly, there are no more chopsticks left."
As soon as Yan Xing left, Juggernaut no longer needed chopsticks, and while he was satisfied eating candy, he instructed Jun Yu: "Wait later, you can also get a jar, and at night we will go to the sea of clouds to drink and watch the moon."
As the first disciple, Jun Yu knew exactly what Wei Jingfeng had.
"Are you still eating?"
"Don't eat, tired."
Jun Yu wrapped the remaining half-pack of pine nuts in candy, made a pot of Yunwu tea to relieve Wei Jingfeng from tiredness, and then took out a soft handkerchief from his arms and wiped the candy from Master's hand.
In addition to practicing swordsmanship, he also often has to do trivial things. He keeps these trivial things with him, but he thinks it is very good.
As for where it was, he couldn't tell.
"The wine on the edge of the cliff, Master said before, is a treasure, and we have to wait for a 'great day' in Kaifeng."
The Juggernaut looked at his eldest apprentice wiping his fingertips, his expression was as focused as always, as if he was no different from wiping his sword, but his movements were gentle and careful.
He laughed: "My happy days are great days."
A long journey, every grand or dull day is treasured for you,