Volume 1 The first acquaintance with the path of cultivating immortals

Chapter 18 Listening to the Wind Senior Brother Yumo Meng

"Time is running out! What's wrong? Why is Master in such a hurry? Why didn't Master say where to find him?"

Yuguro took the envelope and poured it down, and a small bronze flame pendant fell on the table.

Yumo picked it up and looked at the shape of a flame on one side, depicting a lifelike fire, and in turn the word "joining the WTO". Yumo put away the small token, this may be related to his background, such an important thing can't be left around.

Yumo and Xiaobai finished eating the fish and picked up the main hall. Yumo returned to his room according to his previous habit, took off his salute and prepared to sleep, and saw a letter in the quilt.

"How do you write this?"

When I opened the letter, I saw that there were only two pages inside. On a page of paper, it was written, and the junior brother personally enlightened: "Little junior brother, we have been together for more than ten years, and we have similar feelings, and now the senior brother will leave with the master, according to the master, we will be able to see each other soon, which is really a blessing."

I hope that the junior and younger brothers will be able to cultivate immortals as they wish, and the sect will see each other in the future. Goodbye, little brother! Second senior brother Chen Lin. ”

There is also a blank piece of paper, Yumo remembered that when the master was not in the view, the second senior brother gave the magic trick, and the magic was the white paper, and the second senior brother made iodine wine when Yumo saw it.

There must be another mystery in this blank paper, it must be the second senior brother who is teasing me, I must see what is written in it?

Yumo ran to the senior brother's listening to the rain pavilion and opened the senior brother's cabinet, and there was an iodine stone in the cabinet;

Yumo ran to the inner room of the main hall again, it was the master's bedroom, there were a few jars of good wine in the bedroom, Yumo picked up a small jar and ran back to his listening pavilion.

looked at Xiaobai one by one, I don't know what Yumo is doing?

Yumo scraped off some of the iodine blocks with a knife and grinded them with the back of the knife. Put it in a bowl, pour the wine into this bowl, stir it quickly with chopsticks, and after a while the water and iodine merge with each other to form iodine wine.

Yumo took the blank paper, took an unused brush, dipped it in homemade iodine wine, and drew it on the paper, and finally showed a few lines of words on the paper:

"A parting word

The cold rain and the river return to the sect at night,

Ink clouds dragged the rain over the West Pavilion.

The small courtyard is hidden from this door,

Senior brother's mind is when to return.

Hearing this, the teacher sighed heavily,

When will the father's love rest.

The second senior brother left a message. ”

Looking at the words displayed on the white paper, Yumo thought to himself, these two senior brothers are really interesting, they can still write me a poem like this before returning to the sect.

"Call me to crack it this time, it turns out that he lied to me like this, hehe. Yumo is still complacent.

"No, Second Senior Brother, it's not necessary? Is there something wrong with this poem, is it that the Second Senior Brother is not good at writing directly into the letter?"

The first sentence says: "Those who cross the river on a rainy night return to the sect." ”

The second sentence reads: "The sky was overcast, and it was raining, and I walked out of the west wing." ”

The third sentence says: "From now on, there will be no one to listen to the wind and view, and the doors will be hidden." ”

The fourth sentence says, "When will the junior brother who is thinking about it come back?"

The fifth sentence says, "When the master heard when the junior brother would return, he sighed. ”

The sixth sentence says, "Master's love is like a mountain, and I don't know when it will be the end!"

"Second Senior Brother, why do you write it like this? There are only three of us in the Taoist Temple, Master, Senior Brother and I, don't Senior Brother want Master to know, what does Senior Brother want me to know?"

Yumo memorized this little poem in his heart, and then burned the note. This has become the secret of Yumo and the second senior brother.

Yumo was lying on the bed, thinking about the little poem over and over again, in the past, when the master was not at home, the second senior brother often played word games with the little junior brother, and the meaning or riddle in the poem was hidden.

Yumo thought about it, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In Yumo's dream, the second senior brother stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the Taoist temple under Qinglong Peak in the distance, and seemed to say inadvertently: "Little junior brother, I can only help you get here, I can only press the treasure on you!"

I hope you will grow up soon, and see how far you can reach within a thousand years!"

Yumo watched the second senior brother gradually move away, stretched out his hand and shouted while greeting: "Second senior brother, where are you going? What does your poem mean!"

The second senior brother who was far away seemed to raise his head and looked at Yumo's eyes, this is really the eyes of the second senior brother, more than ten years, the second senior brother has been accompanied all the time for more than ten years, in exchange for familiarity and understanding.

The second senior brother in the dream also said the poem to Yumo: "The cold rain even the river returns to the sect at night, and the ink clouds drag the rain over the ......." The voice gradually became smaller, and the figure gradually faded away.

At this point, the clouds in the sky obscure the sun, and light cannot pass through the clouds.

On a mountain peak on a certain continent, there is a child who is older than Yumo, who is growing up rapidly at the speed of his eyes.

From a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to a man of about forty years old, the clothes on his body were torn when his body swelled.

Seeing that with a wave of his right hand, his body changed into a blue monk's clothes, and this blue-clothed monk was Chen Lin, a blue-pupil magician.

Chen Lin looked into the distance and thought to himself: "Hey, junior brother, my brother can only help you get here, in another thousand years, it will be the day of soul absorption, if you don't grow, we will ......." ”

Woke up from a dream, Yumo opened his eyes and looked at the night, repeatedly thinking about every line of the senior brother's poem, Yumo suddenly remembered, once the second senior brother played Tibetan poems with himself, and looked at it carefully: "Cold, ink, small, poetry, poetry, such as." ”

These six words are not a sentence. Let's see if the hidden tail is, Yumo can't say anything at first glance.

"No! It's not a head, it's like a word in every sentence. ”

There is rain in the first sentence, there is ink in the second sentence, which is so right, and the third sentence is hard to guess. In the fourth and fifth sentences, there must be a teacher character, because the sixth sentence has a father character.

Together, it may be: "Master Yumo ****." ”

What can make the second senior brother dare not say directly, it can't be: "Be careful", only these two words can be connected in the third and fourth lines of the poem, "Yumo be careful Master." ”

"Why does Senior Brother write, Yumo is careful Master? Could it be that Master has other intentions for Yumo?

No, Master is so good to me, how can he have any intentions? Then the second senior brother has been with me since he was a child, how can he lie to me?" Yumo is now in a hesitant and tangled plot.

Yumo thought about it, after her past ten years, the master not only loved her, but also taught. Master doesn't have any intention of harming me, so what does Senior Brother tell me to be careful of, Master?

The second senior brother is Yumo's closest person besides the master, in fact, the time that no senior brother spends with Yumo is much more than the time that Yumo spends with his master.

Master has to go out two-thirds of the time every year, and the second senior brother has never left every day, in fact, it is the second senior brother who teaches Yumo, and the master just guides him a little.

Now Yumo can't sleep anymore, between the master and the second senior brother, Yumo really can't tell the difference.

At midnight, the thick fog spreads in layers, creating a calm and peaceful night, and the white mist is dyed golden by the light of the moon and the light.

Under the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing some magic sound, graceful and poignant. Yumo couldn't sleep anymore and waited for the dawn.

This is really: the meeting is really in a hurry, and it has been ten years since the view. In the dream of brother's love soul, the teacher's grace is determined in my heart.