- Cen Chi listened to Xiao Kuang's words in confusion, although there were some unclear points, he at least kept the original words in mind word for word, and then he nodded seriously.

And just as Xiao Kuang's words were finished, before Cen Chi could pick up the conversation for a while, a voice suddenly floated outside the house:

"What Kuang'er said is true."

This familiar voice revealed an incomparably solemn tone, which lifted Lin Shan and Xiao Kuang in the room, and Cen Chi, who was the weakest, showed a little timidity in his eyes.

Xiao Kuang put down the dishes that still had the scraps in his hand, dusted off his sleeves, and then bowed deeply towards the middle-aged man with a long body, bright eyes, and a wooden hairpin and black robe who walked in at the door: "Xiao Kuang, the big disciple of the North Fence, please meet the master."

Lin Shan had also rolled over from the bed and got off the ground, although the injury behind his buttocks was pulled and cracked, and the pain made his forehead begin to sweat, but this pain did not stop him from bowing to the master and apprentice: "Disciple ......"

Lin Shan had just raised his hands and was about to bow down, when he saw the old man of Beili raising his sleeves to block him, and said in a gentle tone: "Shan'er, you have a good rest!"

Although he was released a few days ago, he did it himself, and every board was laid, and his strength fell very strong, and he showed no mercy to his subordinates, and he beat the two disciples until they lay down for a few days and did not raise themselves. But after punishing this file, he actually took care of the places that he could take care of as a master.

Lin Shan also knew in his heart that he had made mistakes first, and punishment was the inevitable result. Although the master did not forgive him in the slightest, it was impossible for him to hold a grudge because of this matter.

Then, the old man's gaze fell on Cen Chi's face.

Cen Chi did not salute, but only whispered with a somewhat timid expression, "Master."

"Hmm." The old man of the North Fence replied lightly. Then he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, reached out and lifted the clothes on Lin Shan's back to look at it carefully, and said slowly, "It's already scabbed."

He looked sideways at Xiao Kuang and said, "These few days are the key to dispel decay and rejuvenate. Be careful not to tear his scab open a second time, so as not to leave a scar in the future. ”

"Yes." Xiao Kuang's head was bowed.

After checking the healing of Lin Shan's injuries, the old man of Beili didn't say anything more, stood up and beckoned to Cen Chi: "Chi'er, follow the teacher out."

Cen Chi followed the old man in Beili and walked out of the house. Before leaving the house. He subconsciously glanced back, only to see that the senior brother's hands were naturally hanging down to his side, and his eyes were meek and peaceful. The second senior brother was still lying on the bed, but unlike the calm gaze of the senior brother, there was a slight look of concern in the eyes of the second senior brother.

Walking outside the house, seeing that the master still had no intention of stopping, Cen Chi followed in silence until the thatched hut behind him was about to disappear in the mountains and forests, and finally couldn't help asking, "Master, where are you going?"

The old man heard the question from the immature child's voice behind him, but he didn't even look back. Still maintaining a gait with his hands tied behind his back and his head slightly raised, he said lightly: "When you arrive, you will naturally know."

Considering that there was a child who couldn't walk fast behind him, in fact, he secretly slowed down. But in the eyes of that child, Master walked like the wind. He still walks extremely fast, and he has the ability to follow him.

If Cen Chi heard Master's reply a few years later, he would definitely slander two words in his heart: "Nonsense!"

But when Cen Chi was six years old, when he heard this, his first reaction was to secretly realize: "The second senior brother is really learning from the master to speak."

Hearing a little displeasure in the tone of the master's voice, Cen Chi didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The mountain road was rugged and winding, and Cen Chi only felt that he had walked for a long time, but the master still had no intention of stopping, and there was no house in front of him. Such a wordless walking journey is inevitably monotonous. Cen Chi's attention unconsciously fell on the arm that the master tied behind his back.

Master's two sleeves are extraordinarily spacious, and if they hadn't been bent behind his back, he would have dragged them to the ground. And because the wide sleeves were held up in the air, as the master's figure undulated on the rugged mountain road, the two sleeves also swayed...... I don't know why. Cen Chi subconsciously wanted to imitate.

He also wrapped his immature arms around his back, which had not yet fully grown his bones, to experience the feeling of the robe being windless and automatic, but he soon found that his hands could barely be held together behind his back, as if his arms were not long enough......

So he tried to twist his shoulders to reach his fingers, and if anyone looked at him from the front, it would seem indescribably awkward, but of course he himself could not realize it.

Finally, his hands were clasped behind his back, but at this moment, his walking form became extremely unbalanced, and it was only a small protruding boulder on the ground, which tripped him face down, and gnawed on a mouth full of grass stubble.

The old man finally stood and turned around.

He didn't know that the reason why the newly accepted child's disciple who had not yet lost his heart fell was just playful, and he thought that this child was immature and weak after all, and he couldn't compare to the other two disciples.

Looking sideways at the front of the mountain road, estimating the length of the remaining journey, the old man of Beili sighed softly, and pulled Cen Chi, who had fallen heavily and was already crying in pain, but could hold back a word, from the ground and lifted it onto his back.

When Cen Chi first arrived at the Great Wilderness Mountain, he also came over on his master's back like this along the way. But at that time he was entitled to special treatment because he had endured hunger for too long, and was so ill that he could no longer walk on his own.

In Cen Chi's memory, lying on the master's back this time is the most real way to feel the warmth of the master. Master's back is more generous than that of Senior Brother.

However, Cen Chi's mood at this time was not relaxed, he was frightened, a little nervous, and the two small fists hanging on the shoulders of the master on both sides were clenched tightly.

The old man of Beili obviously felt the nervousness of the child on his back, and suddenly said: "Release your fist, tighten the neck of the teacher, and don't roll off your back again."

Cen Chi did as he was told, and as his mood slowed down slightly, he couldn't help but ask again, "Master, are you angry?"

The old man said in a flat tone: "Why do you say this?"

Cen Chi said worriedly: "You...... You can't laugh at anyone......"

"Being a teacher is true for anyone, you have to do your best to get used to it." The old man of Beili paused slightly, and then continued: "Chi'er, you remember, do a good job of disciple responsibilities in the master's sect, and you will not have any apologies for being a teacher." Usually when you meet as a teacher, you don't have to be submissive, you can express what you think in your heart, whether it is right or wrong, the teacher has a little bit of a responsibility to answer you. Even if there are some things that may not be explained to you too clearly for the time being, I will definitely talk about them at the right time. ”

"Yes, Master." After listening to Master's teachings, when Cen Chi replied, there was some more high-spirited tone in his voice.

……

……

On that day, Cen Chi stepped into the residence of the old man in Beili for the first time.

Master's residence was on the top of Xiahong Peak in the Great Wilderness Mountain, and from the outside, it was only a few grass-roofed houses, but the dark rooms embedded in the surface of those houses were amazingly large. There were many boxes in the dark room, but in the years that followed, Cen Chi never had the opportunity to go there to explore the details. I only remember the only chance I had was when my senior brother Lin Shan took the risk to sneak him in, and hurriedly looked through a few boxes, which were full of books.

In the spacious and neat underground dark room full of boxes, the old man of Beili removed the birthday lock hanging around Cen Chi's neck.

It wasn't until that moment that Cen Chi could be regarded as officially worshipping the Beili School.

It was also from that time on, under the teachings of his master, Cen Chi vaguely delineated his future goals, and diluted the impression of his parents that was not very clear in his memory.

Explore your own talent potential, achieve the talents of the auxiliary country, surpass the second senior brother, and inherit the century-old ambition of the Beili School.

It would be nice if things kept going this way.

However, although this was a bit hard, the full and stable life did not last long.

It only lasted three years.

Before that rainy night, Master's image in Cen Chi's heart was still majestic and erudite, and he only had full of respect.

But such a harmonious learning environment seemed to be shattered by the lightning rush that night.

What is the reason for this result?

When he was nine years old, he was forced to leave the Great Wilderness Mountain, and after leaving the Shimen school, Cen Chi wandered outside for more than ten years, and he has always been very puzzled, on that thunderstorm night, why the master suddenly rushed into his bedroom with a sharp knife like a mad demon......

Master, what is the purpose of the sudden ruthlessness in your eyes?

Although he met his senior brother Xiao Kuang again many years later, after a long conversation, Cen Chi finally knew the reason why the master wanted to kill him on a rainy night when he was nine years old, but the doubts in his heart deepened.

In the past three years, more than 1,000 days and nights of earnest teaching, although the life is light but subtle care, is it all fake?

If it weren't for the second senior brother who suddenly rushed in and risked his life to resist, Master, would you really be able to do it to me?

The two familiar thatched huts in front of him gradually blurred in their vision, as if they were fading away, and as if they had turned into smoke and dust and disappeared with the wind; The majestic and lofty outline of the Great Barren Mountain also began to blur, as if it was like a splash of ink, smeared into the night, and then seemed to sink into the ground, falling into a sea......

In front of me, however, a mountain path appeared, and instead of rugged gravel, it was paved with neat stone steps. The scenery on both sides of the stone steps path has been blurred into ink, and only the stone steps reflect the moonlight and silver glow, revealing the long figure walking on the stone steps step by step.

The figure tied his hands behind his back, and his two wide sleeves dangled in the air, as if the sleeves would drag to the ground if the man's arms hung down a little longer.

(To be continued) -

ps: Actually, the reason why the old man of the North Fence wants to kill the disciple is that the second volume has been written, but it only brought a few strokes, maybe not many readers will be interested in this (handsome guys and beauties love and kill each other) link, alas~ But since I wrote it, I won't change my original intention.

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