Chapter 18 The grand event...

Chūn went to Qiulai, and in a blink of an eye, Shi Wuyuan had lived on Jiulu Mountain for five years. His stature has jumped a lot. The bones of the boy are not full, and his body is slightly slender than an adult. However, he has already revealed a tall and tall model, but his eyebrows are becoming less and less, and he no longer escapes. It is really quite He was called "Little Master Uncle" because he could afford to be a junior disciple.

In the past five years, Cuiping bird's hair has changed twice, but the rabbit is jīng, not to mention transforming, and even the cultivation is very delayed. In this light, someone was feeding him delicious food and drink, and his body was more like a chubby body. He had gained a few laps of weight, and when he looked at it from a distance, he almost looked like a puppy.

In the first year, Shi Wuyuan was still anxious because he was placed under house arrest on the top of Jiulu Mountain. Although he was very depressed, it was sometimes difficult to hide his hostility towards Bitan and others. He would visit him every time he left. After that, he locked himself in the room by himself, and even the Kingfisher and the rabbit were stopped outside, and used a small dagger to stab the wall, and even when it was the most unbearable, he even stabbed the knife at himself, as if If he didn't vent like this, he would be suffocated to death.

However, such patience has become a habit over time.

The light of good times is like water, flickering slips away from the fingers, a hundred years is like a moment, a lifetime is still unfinished, and the sad years are like knives, sharpening one's inner face one by one. When he turned his head, he was already beyond recognition.

The books that Shi Wuyuan has read are stacked higher than others, and he lives a quiet life without two doors. With just one word, he could talk back and forth, talking about other things, but he didn't want to make a sound, as if he had tied his soul day and night to those few pages of the old book.

After a long time, even Bitan became suspicious, thinking that this child might really not know anything, otherwise how could he be so calm? Don't care about him anymore.

Slowly, in Shi Wuyuan's eyes, talking became a luxury. He knew in his heart that he was not being raised by Xuanzong, but was imprisoned by Xuanzong. He had to be very careful when talking to others. He had to think about it for a long time. Sometimes it was quiet at night, and Shi Wuji couldn’t stand it anymore. He also talked to the Cuiping bird and the rabbit, but these two things were really ignorant. Be silent.

He had a lot of worrying time. At the beginning, Shi Wucai spent this time thinking about how to escape, but later he understood that Bitan and Jiang Hua were different. If he escaped from Jiang Hua and was caught back, at best he suffered a brain blow. , Now Xuanzong is not just kidding him.

A child, especially a spoiled child, when he is young and ignorant, always has some kind of innocence like "I am omnipotent", and when he finds out that he is nothing, That was many years later.

Relatively speaking, the phrase "you have to think of a way to live" is really like a seedling that encourages growth, quickly instilling into him the truth that these people have to live for many years to understand.

Shi Wuyuan sits next to the dead astrolabe in the yard every day, and his mind does not stop for a moment. He thinks about a lot of things. Bitan teaching him to read is not necessarily out of good intentions, but reading is always right, the ancients said Reading 10,000 books and traveling 10,000 miles, although he has never traveled 10,000 miles, he has experienced a lot of catastrophe. In addition, he is very savvy. No one would have thought that in the past five years, such a Forbearance rǔ pretended to be heavy, and actually asked him to take a different path.

Sometimes when he thought about it, he would stare at the astrolabe, but he didn't pay attention at first, but one day, Shi Wuyuan discovered that the stars on the astrolabe were not disordered.

He still couldn't understand what was on it. Shi Wuyuan knew that the astrolabe had not been moved since his master passed away, and this thing was still left in the moment when the mountain lantern did not rise.

Shi Wuyuan likes star calculation, and others don't necessarily panic. After all, whether it's Bitan or Banya... That has never appeared in front of Shi Wuyuan, and don't know whether he is alive or dead now. Well, despite their high level of cultivation, they have little knowledge of this aspect.

The stars are useful, they can find people, and they can calculate the weather. However, it is said that the master can calculate the fate and fate of someone, which is a fool's dream. Fate is impermanent, inextricably linked, how can mortals be able to count it? Only some big disasters, big blessings and big disasters, emperors and stars, and dynasties overturned, can those who are in this way be slightly aware of it.

If it is said that it is big, if the knowledge is completed, it is a talent that goes through the sky and the earth. If it is said to be small, ordinary people can only see that tomorrow will be sunny, rainy and snowy.

In Bitan's eyes, these mysterious and mysterious knowledge are mostly used for self-cultivation and self-cultivation on weekdays, and have nothing to do with the Dao, so he is allowed to practice. People who bring meals to the top of the mountain will occasionally see this secluded person. "Little Master", squatting next to the astrolabe, sometimes thinking hard, sometimes using a small wooden stick to draw a long and incomprehensible formula, at this time his whole person's eyes will light up, like It's like falling into it.

However, once he found out that someone was coming, he would return to that dull expression.

This year, Shi Wuyuan had turned sixteen, Bitan suddenly sent someone to look for him and handed him a post, saying that it was the Xuanzong Shuwu Conference once again in 30 years, and specially invited him to come forward with you all Lively together.

The so-called "Shuwu Conference" is actually a trial for Xuanzong's disciples to enter the world over the years. First, in order to let the headmaster see the abilities of the younger disciples below, the lifespan of cultivators is longer than that of ordinary people. Various situations may also occur in ten years. There will be some vacancies in Xuanzong. Disciples who have performed well in the Shuwu Conference all hope to take these positions. However, this is not enough, the most attractive. The strength is that Xuanzong's once-in-a-lifetime event in the past 30 years has always been dispatched from the imperial court.

Cultivating the Tao is no better than cultivating immortals to escape from the Six Harmonies.

Shi received the post politely without any reason, and then he thought about it, what did they ask themselves to come forward? To be a mascot? Decorations? Who is it for? Does this mean Bitan or Banya?

He glanced at the person who submitted the post. He looked like a young man with a smile on his face. He looked quite flattering, and asked, "This...what's your name?"

"As for my uncle, my name is Liang Xiao, and the eldest disciple under the head is my mentor."

When Shi Wuyuan heard the word "Master", his heart moved, but his face didn't show it. He didn't have many opportunities to speak. I don't know when it started, so he developed this kind of word-by-word jumping out like a Like an old man who is about to die, he has the problem of taking three breaks in a sentence, he said "oh", and after a while, he continued: "You are Senior Brother Zhao's disciple."

Liang Xiao waited for him for a long time, and felt that his face was about to freeze with laughter. He thought he was going to make some high comments, but who knew that he waited for this nonsense and hurriedly said: "Yes, it is the nephew."

Shi Wuyuan glanced at him and nodded, "Okay."

What good? The corners of Liang Xiao's mouth twitched, and he looked up at Shi Wuyuan for a while, thinking to himself, why is this person so unreasonable, and after a long time, he saw that this person had carefully folded the post on the other side three times, and put it in his sleeve. In the middle, he just cupped his hands and said slowly: "It's really fortunate to catch up with the 30-year event. Please report back to the master and uncle on my behalf. You are unreasonable, and you will definitely be there to help out."

Liang Xiao hurriedly said, "It must be certain." Only then did he understand that it was not that this gentleman did not know the etiquette, but he wanted to give him time to call him etiquette, so he had to lift his legs and walk away, only to see Shi Wuyuan opened his mouth again, and then the procrastination, The young man said as if he was too old: "Junior nephew Liang is a talented young man, and he must have some preparations for the Shuwu Conference. The little uncle congratulates you in advance on your promising future."

Hearing these words in Liang Xiao's ears, he only felt very strange, as if the person in front of him was not a young man, but an old man with white hair in his seventies and eighties.

Shi Wuyuan smiled and stared at his back, leaning against the door, but his eyes were cold. He turned back into the room and took out the stack of manuscript papers under the table. This was what he had spent five years calculating and studying the last piece of the sea of ​​stars left by Daozu without anyone's teaching.

Shi Wuyuan twisted his fingers lightly, and a small flame jumped from his hand, and in an instant, it burned a pile of paper to ashes. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his opportunity to leave Xuanzong had come.

On the day of the Shuwu Conference, Shi Wuyuan finally appeared in front of everyone again.

According to his seniority, Shi Wuyuan wanted to sit in the same place with the big disciples such as Twelve Masters and Zhao Chengye, so he chose the last seat and did not talk to anyone. Unlike the disciples at the foot of the mountain who were diligently running all the way on the road of martial arts, his stepmother's appearance, as soon as he appeared, was obviously an outlier.

Xuanzong's road to martial arts has always been very difficult, and he also has to practice three-nine-in-a-half in winter and three-fu in summer, and fight eighteen kinds of weapons. Therefore, most of the disciples came out in plain clothes. However, the cultivators, especially the martial cultivators, naturally contained brilliance and arrogance. Standing in the field, each one of them seemed unusually spirited.

Shi Wuyuan didn't know if it was intentional or not. He was wrapped in a ball of brocade. Although he was not thin, his eyebrows and eyes were drooping. Only when someone who doesn't know the truth comes up to talk to him, he can discover the... extraordinaryness of this little uncle.

He is just a stick of incense slower than others even if he is obedient. He speaks upside down and has no interest. His mind is like a lump of paste. He occasionally drops a book bag regardless of the occasion. Yes, the book bag seemed to have fallen from a cliff of ten thousand feet, and it would take a year or two to land on the ground.

For a moment, no one with long eyes dared to surround this "legendary" little uncle. Everyone agreed that Shi Wucai came out to explain to the big guy what "golden and jade is on the surface, and there is nothing in it". of.

Shi Wuyuan smiled secretly, and steadfastly shrank into the corner, his eyes swept across the field, and suddenly stopped, he saw Master Kuruo——

The guards around Master Kuruo were not the few sisters who were like flowers and jade in his impression, but several male disciples of Xuanzong who were strong and determined. The rest of the female disciples were a few feet away from their master. The younger ones, There was an angry look on his face.

Where are the guards who followed Kuruo's side, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were being held hostage.

Just then, as if she felt something, she suddenly raised her eyes and met Shi Wuyuan's gaze, she was startled, her face immediately became anxious, she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, Shi Wuyuan sighed inwardly. After a sigh of relief, he knew in his heart that this uncle was a bào temper, so he raised the wine glass on the table, put a smile on his face, and gestured to her.

He drank the wine in one gulp, the drums had already sounded, Bitan climbed to the high platform and offered sacrifices to the heaven and the earth—this conference has begun. Shi Wuyuan looked away, no longer looking at Master Kuruo, and then his eyes fell on the Master Taifu who came to represent the holy will - this person is the one he saw at the gate of Xuanzong five years ago, following him. The middle-aged man next to Di Ran. I understood in my heart that Kuruo had been under house arrest just like myself over the years. Now Bitan wanted to find a place for herself to go down. Taking advantage of this occasion, she would bring Kuruo out to show her face, but she was afraid. When she had a seizure, she took herself out to comfort her.

Shi Wuyuan held the wine glass, and thought with a gentle and respectful face, Bitan, this old and immortal bitch, can't do anything else, she is really familiar with building a memorial archway for herself.