After paying off the debt owed by his wife, Shouyuan and his Chunyang Taoist master, who looked distressed, walked back one after another.
The mountain road to the east chamber was not easy to walk. Taoist Chunyang, who tripped over a stone, began to curse, saying that these people in the mountains only knew how to flatter and flatter the Buddha, but they were not even willing to do this kind of merit on the road.
Buddha bless you. Bless you!
The more he talked, the angrier he became. The old Taoist who had already walked a hundred meters turned back and kicked away the stumbling stones one by one.
"Master is really kind to the world. This is great love!"
Shouyuan clasped his hands together. Although his master was a little afraid of his wife, he was truly a great monk!
At least he thinks so.
Chunyang Taoist curled his lips and said: "The world of kindness is nothing! Your wife will definitely go down the mountain to buy rouge. I can trip over these stones, but there is no way to trip your wife!" After saying that, he kicked me again and kept mumbling.
The young monk's face was as bright as spring breeze. No wonder, in the Rouge Studio, the master just gave the landlady one hundred and fifty taels, saying that there was no need to look for it.
After finishing all this, Chunyang Taoist patted the young monk Shouyuan on the head: "Your master's wife is becoming more and more picky. I'm afraid my cooking skills will not be able to keep up in the future. Your master's wife likes the skills I asked you to learn."
How's the food going?"
When Shouyuan heard this, he burst into laughter, and was even happier than when he was catching butterflies on the top of the mountain: "Master Niang said, what I cook is much more delicious than what you cook, Master, and she also said that I will do it in the future.
Even Yu Yuan thinks it’s delicious!”
Taoist Chunyang patted the little monk's head: "Do you think this is a happy thing?"
The little monk was a little confused. Wouldn't it be a joy to be able to cook for the people he likes?
"Shouyuan..."
The young monk who was already walking in front turned his head and saw something strange in his old master's eyes. He immediately said, "What's the matter, Master?"
"It's okay, let's look at you again."
The young monk was a little curious, what has he got to see in these years? But he still said: "Master, if you are worried that you can't beat me in chess, I will let you take the lead in sixteen moves. In addition, if master loses, Shouyuan promises not to
Tell Yu Yuan."
The old Taoist smiled a little and waved his hand: "Go back first. I have some things to do when I go down the mountain for my teacher, so you should go back first."
Shouyuan was a little embarrassed. When asked by the master's wife, what should he say?
However, the master had already waved his hand and said impatiently to Shouyuan: "Hurry back and save your wife from worrying. If you ask, just say that I went down the mountain to find a suitable cigarette pole. After all these years, I have been craving for a cigarette."
Already."
The young monk was suspicious, but he still bowed and turned to leave.
But every two steps, the master who usually works vigorously and resolutely spoke again: "Shou Yuan, tell Yu Yuan that I buried something under the tree in the courtyard. Remember to ask her to dig it out."
"Master, please keep it to yourself. Yu Yuan told me to stay away from you. This is called getting closer to the black."
Taoist Chunyang then laughed, cursed "I forget my father when I see sex", and urged the young monk to get out of here, dirtying his eyes.
It wasn't until Shouyuan completely disappeared from sight that the Taoist man, who had always had a smile on his face, gradually turned cold, as if he was talking to himself in the air: "Come out."
The space in front really cracked open, and a middle-aged man with a grass stalk in his mouth stepped out with a smile: "What, are you sure you don't want to go back and say goodbye to your mother-in-law at home?"
The eldest disciple of the Sword Emperor, the Taoist who withdrew his sword and picked up the three-thousand-thread whisk, the calm look on his face was somewhat contrary to his usual cynicism: "I'm not going. The more I look at it, the more I like it. What should I do if I can't bear to leave?"
Can't you let me, my junior brother, kneel down and beg me? Master's spirit in heaven can't you whip me a dozen times?"
Lu Sancun rubbed his hands: "There is nothing left that has not been done. As the master, I at least have to show something. After all, your sacrifice is for the sake of the common people and the country."
The Taoist laughed, very loudly, as if he had heard the biggest joke: "Master used to always say to me, Shi Zhi, Shi Zhi, do you have shit in your head? No matter how big the matter is, you will be embarrassed.
After a long time. Now that I hear what you say, Master, I really want to tell Master, look, your eldest disciple has also become something promising."
Lu Sancun remained unmoved and just watched silently.
After a long while, the Taoist came to his senses and looked at Lu Sancun: "Please tell me a lie. That fool Shouyuan will definitely not be able to hide it from Yu Yuan and his mother. If they can't find it, they will...
..”
The Taoist seemed to be unconfident, he was reluctant to raise his head, and his voice was almost inaudible: "Will you be sad?"
Lu Sancun stood still, still silent.
Taoist Chunyang smiled: "Forget it, just don't say it if you don't want to say it. After living for so long, hey, for the first time, I feel that I can't hear the nagging of the old lady, and I feel empty. Let's go, let's sacrifice ourselves to the holy array.
, I really don’t know if it hurts or not..."
Lu Sancun stretched out his hand to open up the space, led Taoist Chunyang into the void, and disappeared.
...
When Shouyuan returned to the mountain, he happened to meet his usual master's wife who was detailing all the bad things about his master. This master's wife, who had not ordained a monk, was really the second most beautiful one, and the first one was none other than Yu Yuan.
Seeing the young monk come back, the master's wife's face became even more angry: "Look, your father must have gone to Yanzhi Zhai and saw the beauty of the landlady and he can't come back! Isn't that right, Shouyuan?
"
Before the young monk could speak, the rouge-smeared master's wife spoke again:
"You don't need to say it, it must be! Yu Yuan, I think your father just won't change his ways. No matter what I say, anyone who is close to the ink is evil. This Shou Yuan hangs out with your father a lot on weekdays, so he must be
He is no longer a good person, I see, stay away from him from now on!"
The little monk immediately burst into tears, but he didn't dare to talk back, so he could only look at Yu Yuan helplessly.
As long as Yu Yuan didn't nod, it didn't matter if he was spoken to a few words by the mistress, or even hit a few times. As long as the mistress still liked the food he cooked and Yu Yuan ate happily, none of this would be a problem.
But the problem is, Yu Yuan actually nodded in agreement.
The heart is as gray as death.
The young monk had a sad look on his face, but he couldn't bear to blame the master. He could only smile stupidly and said: "Master's wife, master said that I would go down the mountain to find a suitable cigarette pole. After all these years, I have been craving for a cigarette."
The teacher's wife immediately caught something: "Look, Yu Yuan, he still wants to smoke, he..."
Suddenly, this somewhat arrogant and domineering master stopped talking, his somewhat proud expression gradually calmed down, his eyes wandered a little, and he looked in the direction of the east chamber ancestral hall, and his voice gradually became lower:
"Why...why would he want to smoke..."
Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said to Shouyuan: "Go, take Yu Yuan to play for a while, my wife has something to do."
After the two children left, the usually head of the family, the uncompromising wife, got up and went to the ancestral hall in the east chamber. The lotus placed in the hands of the Thousand-Armed Buddha disappeared as expected.
"Do you really think that doing this will make me feel comfortable? Do you think that when I married you while leaning against the attic window in my small building, you were just out of anger? After so many years, you have really... been in your mind.
It’s all shit!” It seemed like he was saying it to himself, or to the person who never went up the mountain again, but his final tone became louder and louder, as if he was resentful, and he suddenly stamped his feet and flew towards the east quickly.
He said that his name was Shi Zhi and her surname was Yu. How unpleasant would it be to give birth to a girl named Shi? Take her last name!
In this life, history is full of horror.
Unswerving determination!
...
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Bai Qi looked at the elder brother in front of him. He was exuding endless sword energy, like an ancient god and demon, which made him feel fear deep in his heart: "Brother, are you...?"
Xu Qingmu looked at Bai Qi: "Find a cave and we'll talk about it later. If there is such a big commotion here, it will definitely attract trouble."
Bai Qi understood this and picked up Xiao Mo Shang, who had been sent to a safe distance. Together with Xu Qingmu and Wang Shuai, they quickly headed towards another cave in the distance.
When they arrived at the cave, Xu Qingmu laid Wang Shuai down on the ground and looked at Xu Moshang, who had fainted: "Is he okay?"
"It's okay, brother. I wanted to go to the Shuirou Cave but was knocked unconscious by my knife. I should wake up soon. By the way, how is my second brother?"
Xu Qingmu frowned slightly. This Wang Shuai had completely exhausted his physical and mental strength. Otherwise, the Dharma statue would definitely not be a hundred feet high. He was already prepared to die.
"It should be fine, but I opened the Ten Directions God King Seal forcibly and hurt my origin. I don't know how long it will take to wake up."
In the past, Xu Qingmu was injured in Qicun Cave, and Wang Shuai took good care of him. Now, after Xu Qingmu changed into clean clothes, he began to imitate Wang Shuai, setting up fire and boiling water, and taking care of Wang Shuai who was unconscious.
.
"Brother, what is the sword behind you?"
"Water Soft Sword."
While constantly stirring the firewood, he said: "The Shuirou Sword in Shuirou Cave is not in the cave at the end, but in the lake. If we had given up on the green lotus and insisted on going to the end of the cave, I think not only
If you can’t get the Water Soft Sword, you will lose your life there.”
Xu Qingmu's analysis was correct. If he insisted on entering the cave, not only would he not be recognized by the sword spirit, but he would also encounter extremely terrifying dangers.
Bai Qi stared at the water-soft sword with a snake-shaped hilt that had been following Xu Qingmu with some fear, and said: "Brother, I feel that the sword energy of this sword is so strong. I am afraid that the sword body alone will make it invincible."
Bar?"
Xu Qingmu scratched his head a little, this sword was indeed strong.
But it’s useless! Sword Spirit clearly stipulates that he will not admit that he is her master until he reaches the thirteenth level. The current Water Soft Sword is at best an extremely tough weapon.
"It's a long story. In short, this sword is indeed powerful, but I can't use it yet."
Bai Qi understood somewhat and stopped asking any more questions. He touched Xiao Mo Shang's head and made sure it was okay, then joined Xu Qingmu to take care of Wang Shuai.
The most important thing right now is to use the remaining five years to madly improve our strength.
Sword Spirit said that nothing in this space can be taken out of the Qinglian Space, except for one's own cultivation. It seems that if you want to complete the first mission of Sword Spirit as soon as possible, you can only do your best in the remaining five years.
All in.
The soft water sword behind him floated, and the sword intent surged.