Mu Chun's words were deliberately selective. For some unknown reason, he didn't mention the key points - for example, why did Jiang Peng go crazy? Why kill the master? Why did Lord Beiming take this road? Who are the Four Saints? Why invite them to fight?

He only said what happened from beginning to end, without saying a word about these causes and consequences.

If it was normal, Cheng Qian would definitely ask the question to the end, but at this time he couldn't care about it at all, his chest seemed to be tightly stuffed with a mass of cotton wool, and it was so blocked that he couldn't get up and down in one breath, and he wanted to cry loudly. one.

The real person Mu Chun pushed him away gently but without doubt. He bent down and picked up a tree branch from the ground. The tree branch gradually transformed into a wooden sword in his hand. He walked a few steps to the side. , came to an open space, and said to Cheng Qian: "You have finished learning the second style. Today, I will demonstrate the next three styles to you for the teacher. Look carefully."

Cheng Qian always pestered Master Mu Chun to learn swordsmanship, and was often sent away by the master with a bag of candy. Now, the master finally took the initiative to teach him, but he was not happy at all.

He understood that the master was about to leave them.

Cheng Qian stood in a daze for a while, tears suddenly poured out like the flood of the levee, he couldn't hold his breath, he couldn't stop even biting his lip. Cheng Qian had never cried like this before, even if his parents sold him for a few dollars, he never shed a single tear.

It was the first time in his life that he had touched such a deep and incomprehensible pain that he could not bear or vent for a while, and the face that he had always maintained was completely wiped out.

Shuideng carefully stretched out his hand and pulled at the hem of his clothes, and seeing Cheng Qian ignored him, he also burst into tears.

Lord Beiming couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "Boy, weren't you afraid of the world just now, why did you start crying again?"

Cheng Qian desperately endured the grief, but he found that he couldn't hold back his joy and anger, but he couldn't hold back the tears no matter what, his vision was still blurry and clear, he choked for a long time and said, "Master, I'm not learning anymore. , don't you teach me, okay? You... don't you want us?"

Master Mu Chun lowered his wooden sword slightly and wanted to coax him a few words, but he had no choice but to remember that Cheng Qian was not Han Yuan, and he couldn't easily fool him. , I haven't had a few years, and I still can't follow you all my life."

Reality Mu Chun closed his mouth when he said this. He knew that no matter what he said, the child would get into his own horns, so Gān kept his mouth shut.

He held the wooden sword across his chest, and made a quick start. This time, he didn't read that ridiculous formula, and he didn't deliberately slow down.

The first stage is a journey of thousands of miles. The young people are full of high-spirited spirit and have the ambition to go to the sky and embrace the bright moon.

In the second form, he searched up and down, and the long and painful strokes were all contained in the rigid sword strokes without straying.

The third style backfired, reaching the sky and the earth, but it was no more than a flood of ants, and it was like a golden soup.

The fourth style flourishes and declines, with three ups and downs, and still cannot escape this long-standing fate.

The fifth style is back to basics...

Cheng Qian couldn't help but recall the words his master said to him - "dead" and "ascended", is there any difference?

They are both in the vast and indistinct, always come and go.

It was the first time that Cheng Qian watched the complete set of swinging wooden swords, and the tears on his face had not dried up.

Real Man Mu Chun asked in a warm voice, "Do you understand?"

Cheng Qian pursed his lips and stubbornly said loudly: "No!"

"Nonsense, I don't understand anymore." Mu Chun stretched out his hand and flicked on his forehead, then he restrained his smile and looked at Cheng Qian and said, "Xiao Qian, do you remember the door rules? What about the place to clear the door? said?"

Cheng Qian's red eyes glanced at Bei Mingjun, but did not answer.

The real person Mu Chun said softly: "Those who are guilty of unforgivable sins need to be cleaned up by the same sect. This is the reason why there are many rebels in my sect, but they still occupy a place in the Xian family."

Cheng Qian wiped away tears.

Master Mu Chun said lightly: "Although the road is clear, it should be quiet and inaction, but people in the practice should not go against their original intentions. Since a catastrophe has occurred, the laws of the heavens are clear, and there will be a catastrophe."

Suddenly, the sleeves of his robes were windless and automatic, his face was so pale that it turned blue, and there seemed to be a faint fire flashing between his eyebrows.

Lord Beiming said calmly, "I have been in charge of the sect for 80 years, and I am indeed ashamed of my ancestors and sects, and I am also ashamed of your brothers and sisters, so I swore a poisonous oath with my body and spirit, and used my three souls to block the sect three times. Catastrophe, Xiao Chun, you don't have to do it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Master Mu Chun showed neither gratitude nor any emotion, but replied calmly, "Master, if you are allowed to die, what about the justice of the resentful souls who died under your hands?"

His voice was steady, always gentle and polite, but Cheng Qian felt that these were the most chilling words he had ever heard.

True Master Mu Chun seems to have used his own power to soak all his joys and sorrows in the cold water.

A row of extremely complex spells flashed in the air, and then a golden light was emitted, which was suddenly the mysterious "dark amulet" in Li Yun's mouth.

Bei Mingjun did not hide or dodge, stood still, narrowed his eyes and looked at the talisman that was fleeting and melted into heaven and earth, and said in a low voice: "The soul seals the soul."

Mu Chun smiled and said, "If I can seal the soul of Lord Beiming, my life is worth it."

Cheng Qian's eyes widened, the next moment, he was pushed away by a force, staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes darkened, and he was almost unconscious for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, Lord Beiming was gone, and Cheng Qian saw a thin black mist entangled in golden light, pressing down on the old copper coins in the hands of Real Man Mu Chun.

Apart from the hand holding the copper coin, Master Mu Chun's whole body was already transparent. He knelt down, buried the copper coin next to the corpse under the ancient tree, and then smiled and beckoned to Qian Qian.

Real Man Mu Chun: "That huáng rat has a small mark on it, you take it off."

Cheng Qian seemed to have made up his mind to face him, motionless.

The smile of Real Man Mu Chun faded away, and he seemed to want to raise his hand to touch his head, but found that his hand passed over the top of Cheng Qian's head.

Master Mu Chun said: "That is the seal of the head of the Fuyao Sect. Go back and give it to your senior brother, and let him take care of you in the future. As for the swordsmanship... Xiao Qian, you should practice the second style."

At the end, he took a deep look at Cheng Qian, his lips twitched, and he said almost inaudibly, "Master is gone."

After speaking, his whole body dissipated on the spot, like a broken light, slammed into the soil and disappeared again.

It is rumored that "in ancient times there was a big toon tree, with eight thousand years old as chūn, and eight thousand years old as autumn", because "the tree age is endless" to wish the holy life of Gaotang's kind father, but unfortunately people are not grass after all.

Real Master Mu Chun buried the copper coin in the soil, as if he had personally sent Cheng Qian into a beginning—every generation of people's search starts from the moment they bury their fathers in the soil with their own hands.

The author has something to say: the end of the first volume

Volume 2 Searching up and down

Chapter 31

The sky light gradually penetrated the clouds and shadows, and the long smoke in the valley was completely empty.

Cheng Qianqian knelt on the spot for an unknown time, not knowing how to get up and where to go when he got up.

In his mind, the scene of Master covering him from the rain on a rainy night, the scene of Master shaking his head and chanting scriptures on Fuyao Mountain, and the Fuyao wooden sword in his mind are all connected by himself, whether he wants to see it or not, Demonstrations back and forth there.

In the end, they all landed on a chaotic world, dazed and unprepared.

Cheng Qian is like a fledgling bird who has just tried to fly around in fear. He wants to come back to be praised with joy, but he finds that his nest is gone. , and won't be able to get the gratifying compliment he wants.

Cheng Qian didn't want to admit that he was afraid, he thought he was just alone.

Only then did Cheng Qian realize that he needed an enemy too much. As long as he had such an enemy, he would be able to establish a clear and strong direction for himself in the next ten, twenty years and even his whole life. Draw boundless power from hatred, and rely on this power to walk unswervingly.

But no.

The master seemed to have seen through him, anticipating what he would instinctively choose when he was most helpless, so he was perfectly prepared.

He did not reveal a single word about the grievances between the real person Mu Chun and Jiang Peng, the unknown master Beimingjun, and the four saints and five saints. He stuffed all the stories into a copper coin and buried them in the soil. Cheng Qian did not leave any slag for hatred to grow. With good intentions, he threw away all the crutches, and got up after crying.

At the same time, the real Mu Chun also left him a small tail - a puddle that screamed out of breath.

With Shuikeng's current intelligence, she can't quite understand what happened. She was so hungry that she looked for her master everywhere, but couldn't find it. There was only one senior brother, and he refused to pay attention to her.

Even though she was naturally skinny and had no petty temperament, at this moment she was finally unbearable. Shuideng realized that she had been crying for a while and no one cared, so she had to rely on her own efforts, and tearfully picked up the wooden sword that her master made and gnawed it. .

When Cheng Qian came back to his senses and remembered her, she had used the only five rǔ teeth to gnaw out several pits on the side of the wooden sword.

Tian Yao's rǔ teeth are also so stubborn, and it is really extraordinary.

Cheng Qian hurriedly supported his sore knees, staggered a bit, and then got up, opened the mouth of the puddle: "Spit it out!"

The puddle spit out two pieces of sawdust at him: "Ah!"

Then she was carried by the senior brother to a river, and pressed her head to rinse her mouth. For the first time in her life, the puddle faced the "unreasonable" side of the third senior brother, and she suddenly stopped talking.

Cheng Qian glared at her: "Don't cry."

Puddle screamed in protest: "Ahhhh!"