Just when the master used one mouth to read Yan Zhengming to death, Cheng Qian came back, Yan Zhengming was having a severe headache, and finally found an opportunity to find fault, he snorted slightly and said angrily: "You give him sandalwood incense. Smoked clothes? What's wrong with this? Are you going to become a monk tomorrow?"

Daotong did not dare to say that it was Cheng Qian's own willingness.

Yan Zhengming roared at Daotong: "Change to Hibiscus—"

The voice of the real person Mu Chun next to him became higher and higher: "—So the sky is clear and the earth is turbid..."

This dangling voice was like the crunching of sawing wood, and Yan Zhengming was simply convinced: "Master, why is my heart so restless!"

Mu Chun lifted his eyelids, and said calmly, "If you are restless, you will be disturbed by external things, and you will be worried about sandalwood and hibiscus. Why don't you do this? Don't use your third junior brother as an incense burner. In order to help you practice, just Master Yuwei moved to your Wenrou town today and read the scriptures for you for a night, okay?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

This old huáng rat láng is addicted to chanting scriptures, and in this regard, he absolutely does what he says. Is there any way to survive after reading scriptures for a night?

Yan Zhengming had no choice but to sit down, smelling the smell of sandalwood that he looked like rotten wood and scum, he picked up the knife angrily, and carved vertical strips on the wood like a corpse.

The incense burner Cheng Qian sat down silently and continued his homework, feeling that a big fried rabbit was sitting beside him.

The master said that Han Yuan was impetuous, and he didn't know who was really impetuous. At least Han Yuan was only impetuous himself. This one is good, and he has to harm everyone around him.

Cheng Qian began to discover the benefits of being together with his senior brother - standing up against each other.

Cheng Qian was serious, and he was really able to "not be disturbed by foreign objects". Compared with the door rules on the wooden board in his memory, he meticulously approached the blind post, and soon immersed himself in the fun of writing, while lingering. The scent of sandalwood around him also seemed to help calm the nerves, and he gradually forgot his restless senior brother.

Yan Zhengming was secretly sulking and clamoring for snacks. After eating, he felt choked up, so he had to stand up and walk back and forth between the pavilions for several times.

Soon, he found that no one was paying attention to him. The master sat on the futon, looking at the nose and mouth, sitting motionless in meditation, chanting words in his mouth, still immersed in the scriptures just now, and the newcomer. The little brat wrote the words that he was inferior to a pig and a dog on one side like an embroidery, without raising his head once.

With the old and the young, the atmosphere in the pavilion was almost stagnant, and even the dao boys standing by the side couldn't help but hold their breaths.

This tranquility made Young Master Yan feel a little embarrassed and boring. He reluctantly sat back in front of the hourglass, dazed for a while, resigned to his fate, picked up the carving knife again, and started the same practice.

This time, he didn't make any more fuss. It wasn't until the hourglass on the table suddenly made a light sound that Yan Zhengming suddenly came back to his senses and found that his spell time for the day ended early.

The next few days were like this. Early in the morning, the four of them listened to Master reciting the scriptures relentlessly.

Master doesn't know where he got so many sutras. He recites one a day, almost no duplicates. After reciting Taoist sutras, he recites Buddhist sutras. Often contradicting itself.

After reciting the scriptures, practice the wooden sword.

Yan Zhengming shamelessly pretended that he had mastered the first three styles, and followed the master to learn the fourth style without asking for further explanation. Li Yun also restrained himself a little because of the newly learned swordsmanship, and stopped beckoning cats and dogs on the mountain top all day. Of course, Cheng Qian didn't have to say, only Han Yuan was still dragging everyone's hind legs firmly, and he harmed the bird's nest near the preaching hall without any heart.

In the afternoon, Yan Zhengming was locked in the preaching hall, carving wood on the top of the cloud cover. Cheng Qian was either doing his homework, or helping the master to trim the flowers and trees. He will leave him some snacks that children are interested in, and when Yan Zhengming is carving wood with resentment, he will specially ask Cheng Qian to rest for a while and tell him some strange folk stories.

Yan Zhengming sometimes felt that this dwarf was just here to compete for favor, but he couldn't deny that next to Cheng Qianqian, he was also close to Zhu Zhechi and could sit for a while.

On this day, the hourglass was clean, Yan Zhengming's hand holding the carving knife was still a little numb, and the whole person was stunned. Just now, he felt the friction between the carving knife and the wood, which produced some kind of mysterious strength.

A slightly hoarse voice exploded in his ears: "Concentrate, lead the air into the sea, the great thing is passing away, the passing away is far away, the far away is the opposite, and the cycle begins again and again, this is infinitely useful—"

Cheng Qian had a wink. Before the master could say anything, he had spontaneously stood up and took a step back. At the same time, he felt an indescribable air current circling around him for a moment, and then it was like a river entering the sea, and it belonged to the senior brother. body.

That was the first time he touched the secret realm of this world's repression. Cheng Qian didn't know how Yan Zhengming felt at that time, but he heard a vague voice. At this time, the setting sun sank to the other side of Fuyao Mountain. The mountains full of spiritual energy are filled with some kind of reverberation, and countless people gather countless voices. Cheng Qian suddenly has a strange feeling. It seems that at that moment, the distant past and the vague future are separated by Nian whispered, and he desperately wanted to hear them clearly, but those voices were like quicksand in the years, and they left him lightly behind him.

Cheng Qian was almost insane.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder, Cheng Qian seemed to have woken up from a bizarre nightmare, jolted suddenly, and looked back to see the real person Mu Chun.

Mu Chun stared at him condescendingly, Cheng Qian felt a little cold on his face, stretched out his hand, and found that he had burst into tears at some point.

On the one hand, he was embarrassed, and on the other hand, he didn't know why, so he could only stare blankly at the master.

"The five colors are blinding, the five tones are deafening, and the five flavors are mouth-watering." Mu Chun's voice seemed to condense into a line, poking straight into Cheng Qian's ear, "The more you see, the more you hear, the more you think. , what else are you doing at ease? Wake up!"

The sound of "wake up" was like a slap in the face. Cheng Qian's mind made a "hum", and when he opened his eyes again, the senior brother was still sitting in the same place, as if he was in a state of concentration.

Cheng Qian was dumbfounded by Mu Chun Zhenren rubbing his hair and asked, "Master, I just heard someone speak..."

Master Mu Chun said, "Oh, that's my ancestors."

Cheng Qian was taken aback.

Master Mu Chun said, "My sect has been passed down for thousands of years. What's so strange about having a group of ancestors?"

Cheng Qian: "Where are they now?"

Real Man Mu Chun said, "Of course they are all dead."

Cheng Qian's eyes widened: "Shouldn't it be the way to ascend to heaven?"

Zhenren Mu Chun lowered his head, looked at him kindly, and asked, "Is there a difference between ascending to heaven and dying?"

Cheng Qian said: "Of course there is a difference, isn't it the meaning of immortality?"

Real Man Mu Chun was stunned for a while, then seemed to be amused by him. He didn't answer directly, but said, "You... Little Douzi, what are you talking about to die? You will understand these things when you grow up."

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps, returned to the main seat of the preaching hall, sat down, looked at Yan Zhengming who had entered into meditation, a little frowning, Cheng Qian listened to him and said, "Why enter into meditation at this time? , where is the dinner?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

As a result, the dinner was moved to the mission hall where "the preaching, teaching, and demystifying" missionary hall. Among the scattered spells and scriptures, a burnt jade body was displayed, surrounded by a pile of side dishes, and a person who had entered the meditation and did not know about personnel. Big Brother.

Mu Chun asked Cheng Qian to sit with him on the ground. He took a piece of meat for Cheng Qian as lovingly as Uncle Han from the neighboring village, and pulled the paper from which someone copied the scriptures and placed it on the table where the spell was engraved, and instructed: "Eat more, grow taller come on, bones spit on this."

Cheng Qian took up his rice bowl silently, feeling that it would be difficult for him to have the slightest reverence for this missionary hall in the future.

After the meal, Mu Chun wanted to stay for the elder brother to protect the Dharma, and instructed the Taoist boy to pack half a catty of snacks for Cheng Qian to prevent him from being hungry in the middle of the night. This day was the fifteenth day. Legend has it that it was forbidden to climb the mountain. He didn't instruct Cheng Qian more, as if he had decided that when he went back at night, he would faithfully copy and write the rules of the door, and would not come out to make trouble.

Cheng Qian really can't, but that doesn't mean others won't.

As soon as he returned to Qing'anju on the front foot, Han Yuan followed him on the back foot. As soon as Han Yuan entered the door, he made a fuss and took away Cheng Qian's snacks in the courtyard. With some crumbs, he said, "What's the point of hanging out with Senior Brother all day - why don't you just walk with us every day, Second Senior Brother taught me several tricks, and I'm almost finished with the first style."

Cheng Qian avoided the crumbs of snacks like a heavy snow, and looked at his junior brother, this idiot, with a smile, and said in his heart, he has finished learning the first style, and in two days, he will be able to go to heaven.

Han Yuan pointed at Cheng Qian's small courtyard again and said: "You are too broken here, and it is a little bit stronger than Master's. Tomorrow you will look at my courtyard. There are ten big people like you in my courtyard. , there is a big pond in the back, you can go swimming in summer - do you know water? Oh, forget it, none of you children raised at home dare not go out, let alone go into the water, I will take you there in the future, promise In one summer, you will become a white bar in làng."

For such kindness, Cheng Qian really respected and thanked Bumin, and he really didn't want to làng with a scum like Han Yuan.

The little beggar took advantage of the time spent chatting, finished eating the snacks that Cheng Qian brought back, and finally stopped the meaningless chatting and talked about the topic.

He hiccupped, sat up straight, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember what Second Senior Brother said... about Shanxué?"

Cheng Qian had expected him to do this, so he replied calmly: "Junior brother, that is against the rules of the sect - since you have already learned the swordsmanship of this sect, you might as well learn more, the rules of the sect. Do you recognize all the characters?"

Han Yuan felt that this senior brother younger than himself was a bit unreasonable, so he taught a lesson full of superiority: "What's the use of back door rules? I have never seen someone more determined than you, you didn't hear the second senior brother. Say, there is no sense of anger, and after learning a full set of swordsmanship, it is also a great dancer. Step by step, how long will it take? You can't be too clingy... Guard that or something."