Today, Pei Qian and Zhou Mili followed Chen Nuanshu, saying they wanted to help. On the way there, Pei Qian stretched out his hand, and the right protector of Luo Po Mountain respectfully held up his hiking stick with both hands. Pei Qian used crazy sword skills to break the snowflakes.

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Arriving at the outer gate of the Patriarch's Hall, Pei Qian stood on the steps with a sword in both hands and looked around. It was snowing heavily and her master was not on Mount Luolu. She, the founding disciple, felt an invincible loneliness.

Chen Nuanshu, who was carrying a small bucket, took out the key and opened the door. Behind the door was a large patio, and beyond that was the Ancestral Hall, which was open. Zhou Mili took the bucket, took a deep breath, and used his natal magic power.

, running wildly in the snow-covered patio, shaking the bucket with both hands, and soon a bucket of water came out. He raised it high and handed it to Chen Nuanshu who was standing high up. Chen Nuanshu was about to cross the threshold.

Going to the Patriarch Hall where the portraits were hung and the seats were placed, Pei Qian suddenly grabbed Chen Nuanshu and pulled her behind him. Pei Qian bent down slightly, holding a hiking stick, and stared at the Patriarch Hall.

Place it near the center chair at the front.

That chair is his master's chair.

There were ripples, and then an old gentleman wearing a Confucian shirt and white beard and hair appeared out of thin air.

Pei Qian looked at the thin old man in a daze.

The world is filled with thousands of lights like stars.

It was a state of mind that she had never seen before. It was endless as far as the eye could see. It seemed that no matter how hard she opened her eyes to look, the scenery was endless.

The old scholar stood next to the chair, with three hanging portraits high up behind him. Looking at the much taller girl outside the door, he felt a lot of emotion.

It's not in vain that I risked my old face, borrowed things from others, and made bets with others.

After all, he is still his disciple, and he will never let his husband and senior brother down.

Pei Qian asked: "Master Literary Saint?"

The old scholar was stunned for a moment. He had never been called that before. He asked curiously: "Why old master?"

Pei Qian said seriously: "It seems to be extra senior."

The old scholar twirled his beard and smiled, nodding slightly, "This is very kind."

A certain knowledge in my own lineage, a secret that can only be understood and not passed on, has been carried forward so quickly?

Pei Qian glanced at the hanging portrait at the top, looked away, and said loudly: "Master Literary Saint, a living person like you seems to be more majestic than the hanging portrait!"

Chen Nuanshu blinked his eyes and said nothing.

Zhou Mili tilted her head, frowned hard, and glanced back and forth between the hanging portrait and the old scholar. She really didn't notice.

The old scholar coughed a few times, pulled his collar, straightened his back, and asked, "Seriously?"

Pei Qian nodded vigorously, curled his neck, shook his head left and right, looked left and right, stood on his heels and looked up and down, and finally nodded and said: "It's absolutely true, it's absolutely right! Even the big white goose praises me for my ability to spot people and thieves!"

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The old scholar smiled from ear to ear and asked the three little girls to sit down. Anyway, they all had seats here. The old scholar lowered his voice and said: "You three little girls only need to know that I went to Luopo Mountain.

Yes, please don’t tell anyone else.”

Pei Qian coughed and said, "Nuanshu, rice grains!"

Chen Nuanshu immediately nodded and said: "Okay."

Zhou Mili carried the hiking pole "gifted" from Pei Qian, straightened his chest and closed his mouth tightly.

From now on, she will be a mute. Besides, she is originally a big water monster from Mute Lake.

The old scholar walked slowly in the Patriarch Hall, Chen Nuanshu started cleaning the chairs one by one, Pei Qian stood next to his chair, and Zhou Mili wanted to sit there with a small note on the right to protect the Dharma.

On the seat, Pei Qian glared at him and showed no courtesy. The elders of his master came here. The old gentleman didn't even sit down, so you sat down. Zhou Mili stood up immediately, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart.

Didn't this mean that the old gentleman knew who he really was?

The old scholar saw it in his eyes, smiled on his face, and said nothing.

To be able to lead Pei Qian step by step on the road today, my retreating disciple spent a lot of energy on it. It is even more valuable to teach him so well.

This is actually the third time that the old scholar has come to Luopo Mountain. The previous two times, he came and went in a hurry, but never set foot here. After this time, he was busy and hardworking again.

Previously, the old man secretly went to a small town school, where he stood in a certain position.

Looking up, in the early years, there should have been a little girl in a red cotton coat sitting in this classroom, sitting upright, seemingly paying attention to the class, but in fact she was wandering thousands of miles away.

There will be Lin Shouyi who is attentive and attentive. Wherever the teacher talks, he will think of it.

There will be chickens pecking at rice and Li Huai taking a nap.

Zhao Yao, who must have been unable to imagine his future at that time, would one day leave his husband's side, travel far away in an ox cart, and eventually travel to the Divine Continent of Middle Earth alone.

There will be a wise and foolish Dong Shuijing, and a little girl wearing a goat's horn.

The old man was standing over there at that time, and he also thought of a registered disciple, Ma Zhan, who was similar to Mao Xiaodong. He made one wrong step and made another wrong step. After he suddenly realized that he had the chance to repent, he was only willing to die to clarify his ambition.

The old man discovered that in the end, it seemed that all the faults were his own. As a gentleman who preached, taught, and solved doubts, he did not impart enough knowledge to his disciples, and it was even worse to teach his disciples how to settle down and live their lives.

The old scholar bowed his head and twirled his beard, which made him even more worried.

It was only today that when he arrived at the Patriarch's Hall of Luo Lu Mountain where he closed his discipleship, the tall hanging statues, well-ordered chairs, bright and clean windows, and spotless appearance, especially when he saw three lively and lovely little girls, made the old man smile a little.

But the old scholar felt more and more guilty. Why was his portrait hanging at the top? How much had he done for his disciples, a bastard of a gentleman? Did he teach his students carefully and explain their doubts in detail? Did he?

Like Cui Zhang, who takes him with him and travels thousands of miles together? Are there people like Mao Xiaodong and Ma Zhan who can ask the teacher if they have any doubts in their hearts? In addition to a few words, they vaguely instilled the feelings of a young man.

The theory of sequence made the disciples feel trapped and full of thoughts at a young age. At that time, they could only talk drunkenly. How could they become other people's teachers?

Some knowledge, if you get involved early, it is as difficult as entering a mountain and moving it.

The old gentleman felt extremely guilty.

At that time in the school, the old man turned his head and looked outside, as if there was a child with a sallow face and thin skin, standing on tiptoes outside the window sill. The child opened his eyes wide, raised his ears, listened to the sound of books, smelled the fragrance of books, and looked inside.

Mr. student, the child standing alone outside the school, with a pair of clean eyes full of longing.

In the rest of his life, that child might be carrying a big basket on his back while collecting herbs on the mountain. He would be brave enough to shout out the words "In the beginning, human nature is good" without understanding its meaning, and recite it happily on the way down the mountain.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is wild", between going up and down the mountain, exposed to the sun and sweating profusely, the children hid in the shade of the trees to rest, playing with grass by themselves, winning or losing, they raised their hands high and shouted.

If you win, you will be a little childlike.

There are many sufferings in the world, and it is not uncommon for children to live like this.

It's just that at a young age, I can tolerate it on my own, but it's rare.

The old scholar even regretted the words he said to Chen Ping'an. The young man's shoulders should carry the willows Yiyi and the grass growing Yingfei.

Telling children like Pei Qian and the others that there is no problem, but saying this to Chen Pingan, is it too much to stand and talk without back pain?

But the old scholar thought again and looked at Luo Luoshan today. It seemed that the words he had spoken to that straw-shoe boy in his early years were the right thing to do.

Finally, Pei Qian and the others found that the old gentleman who had come all the way was sitting on the chair closest to the threshold. He sat there quietly and looked up at the three hanging portraits.

Instead of looking at the portrait of himself in the middle, he looked at the portrait of Cui Cheng for a long time, nodded slightly, and murmured words that no one could really hear. Finally, the old gentleman kept looking at the portrait of his disciple, silently.

Voice.

The old gentleman said to himself: "Maybe he said: 'How about repaying evil with kindness?'"

The old man asked himself and answered: "The Master said: 'How to repay kindness? Repay evil with straightness, repay kindness with kindness.'"

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A cross-continental ferry from Aquarius Continent to Osmanthus Island disembarked a pair of swordsmen and apprentices whose hometown was Luzhou in Beiju.
Chapter completed!