It was early in the morning, and the morning fog was thin and damp, and if people walked through it, it was easy to get wet.

Although it is gradually about to enter summer, the weather on the mountain is cooler than the mountain after all, especially in the morning, which is quite warm and cold, and those low-level monks who have entered the mountain in the past two years have to put on a long robe to go out.

This month, it was the uncles under the name of Qingyuan Zhenren who preached and taught to these newcomers, so even if the morning mist was blind, the disciples in the door got up early and rushed to Wuwei Peak.

Most of them were children under the age of ten, and some of them were older, but they were only twelve or thirteen years old.

When they approached the foot of the mountain, they vaguely heard the ethereal flute sound, accompanied by the melodious woman's recitation of Qingyue, which attracted them to stop and listen: "There is no peak on Jiluo Mountain, and I hear that the rooster cries and sees the sunrise." Don't be afraid of clouds to cover your eyes......"

"It's Uncle Xinwei!" A teenager who is not here for the first time said excitedly that if a teenager is precocious, he will naturally reach the age of the first love at this time...... You must know that mortals in this world can marry at the age of fourteen or fifteen! "Uncle Xinwei's voice is so good!"

"I have never heard this verse...... Could it be that Uncle Xin Wei wrote it himself? ”

"Of course, you have been on the mountain for a short time, so you don't know yet, Uncle Xinwei is a famous talented woman in our Xuanyin Sect! Almost all of the poems and songs she wrote are more than four grades, and there is also a poem that has been included in the Xuanyin Wall! It's a pity that most of Uncle Shi's poems are written about scenes and romances......" Speaking of this, this person seemed to mumble something regretfully.

Only the person next to him can see it clearly, what this person said is probably saying that no matter how good her poetry is, she can't escape the body of a woman. Because Xin Wei always writes landscape poems and paintings, she loves love, although the poems are good but not powerful.

If a man has such a poetic talent, I don't know how many war poems will be born!

"Isn't one song enough? In the past ten years, only Uncle Shi has had poems that have been included in the Xuanyin Wall, so he will talk about it easily, you can make a poem for me to see! When Xinwei's brainless fan heard his whispering, he was immediately unhappy, stepped forward to stop the man, and said with raised eyebrows.

The man was speechless, after all, what the other party said was also the truth.

"I didn't say anything bad about Uncle Shi, I just felt a little pity......

"It's a pity that you can't come!"

"Okay, okay, let's hurry up the mountain, it'll be too late in a while." There was that and the mud hurriedly came in, separating the two people. "I heard that Qingyuan Zhenren doesn't like people to make trouble the most, and the uncles of Wuwei Peak are not very good-tempered......"

As soon as these words came out, the people around them, except for those who had just gone up the mountain, all shuddered.

Come to think of it, I have seen the "not very good" temper of my uncles.

The two of them didn't say much, they just glared at each other, and then continued to think about the hall of education on Wuwei Peak.

Each peak of the Xuanyin Sect is equipped with such a hall of teaching, and after the entrance assessment every three years, the twelve peaks draw lots, and teach the new disciples for one month every month in a round of three years. After one year, the peak master will select satisfactory disciples to go to his own peak, and then teach them according to the progress.

The new disciples easily reached the peak, and they saw a tall woman standing in the middle of the mist, and a slender man playing the flute beside her.

"Uncle Xinwei is good, Uncle Cheng is good......"

That woman was naturally Zhang Xinwei.

She was dressed in pure white clothes, which made her even more pretty. Her long supple hair was draped behind her back, and only two braids were braided at the side to keep it in place, so that she would not be blown into a crazy woman. With a fair and ruddy face, he looked at the teenagers and children who greeted them, and said kindly: "Good, come in quickly, it's cold outside." ”

Gu Jicheng just looked at his senior sister with a smile: "Senior sister still likes children so much." ”

"Ji Cheng, you just got out of the customs, I pulled you to class, are you a little tired?" Zhang Xinwei looked at him apologetically and said, "I can't help it, the junior brother has not come back from the mission, and it is not good to ask the senior brother to ......."

Of course, the senior brother has a lot of things to do, how can he accompany her to swagger here? The third senior brother and the fifth senior brother learned the pipa and the gonghou, both of which were very ...... when playing Sissy instruments, how could they be willing to lose this face.

A trace of mockery flashed in Gu Jicheng's eyes, but he couldn't see it on his face at all, but said softly: "It's Jicheng's honor to be able to accompany my senior sister, how can I be tired?" It's just that I still have to tell the master about my exit......"

"I've already summoned my father, he has always loved me, and I won't blame you! Speaking of which, Ji Cheng is the best to play the flute, and the most tacit understanding with me, if you hadn't retreated a few days ago, I wouldn't have asked my junior brother for help! Thinking that every time Zhen Yunrong played the flute, she couldn't keep up with her rhythm at all, Zhang Xinwei was a little helpless. She knew that sometimes she would speak slower, but he didn't think of cooperating with her.

"In this way, the little junior brother is still young, so naturally he needs to practice more." Gu Jicheng smiled faintly and said.

In the sunlight, a hint of indifference flashed in those brown eyes that were as transparent as amber.

Everyone said that she was born a poet, but she had no sense of sound at all! He really doubted that she couldn't even accurately hear the strength of the rhythm of the rhythm, so how did she make those poems? Obviously, she can't grasp the rhythm, but in turn complains about the bad accompaniment of others, has she ever had even once, reflecting on it will be her own problem?

"Senior Sister~"

Suddenly, a clear and immature voice cheered happily behind them, joyful and cheerful.

Zhang Xinwei and Gu Jicheng subconsciously turned their heads and saw a small figure rushing towards them.

"Huh...... She's out of the customs too? Zhang Xinwei was stunned and muttered to herself.

“…… Who? Gu Jicheng was a little inexplicable.

When he was in retreat, did anything strange happen on Wuwei Peak?

The figure running from a distance looks like a child, could it be that the master has taken in another apprentice? In fact, there is already one more Zhen Yunrong, and it is not surprising that there is another one.

It's just that when I heard that immature voice, my heart suddenly felt a throbbing feeling of being held tightly by one hand...... What's going on?

The person who came was Zhang Baihua.

"It worked!" When she walked in front of Zhang Xinwei, although she was panting, she didn't feel tired at all! Maybe it was because the child's physical strength was too good, or maybe she was so happy that she forgot her tiredness, she showed the brightest smile she had ever had, completely forgetting her true age, grabbing Zhang Xinwei's arm and jumping and shouting: "Senior sister, I succeeded!" ”