Zhen Zhibing grabbed Chen Qinghe, who was about to go down the road, and pointed to the front and said: "Qinghe, you can't go down, the tomb of the living dead is our forbidden place, and the disciples of this sect must stop in front of the thorn forest, and if you go further, you will cross the line." ”

Chen Qinghe took a step back nervously and said respectfully, "Yes, Master." "Look cautiously ahead.

Behind the bare and thin, twisted thorn forest, a large tomb sits in the snow, isolated and gloomy.

Chen Qinghe couldn't help but shudder.

Zhen Zhibing said: "This position is in the mountain yin, it is very cold, if there is no need not to come here, so as not to disturb the peace and make trouble for yourself." ”

Annoying?

Chen Qinghe looked at Zhen Zhibing sharply and asked, "Master, is there someone in the grave?" The heart said, "Live or dead?" ”

Zhen Zhibing said: "Of course there are people, otherwise how could it be called the tomb of the living dead." You see, there's smoke rising there. ”

Chen Qinghe looked in the direction of Zhen Zhibing's finger, and sure enough, there was a faint white smoke behind the ancient tomb, which rose straight into the air and dissipated. He asked, "Master, who lives in there?" ”

A grave is a place where the dead are buried. There are not many auspicious sayings about the grave, and who would like to live in the grave? Can a person who lives in a grave still be considered a living person?

Chen Qinghe didn't understand.

Zhen Zhibing smiled meaninglessly, and said to the somewhat confused disciple: "The people you have seen." ”

Chen Qinghe was surprised and his eyes widened.

Zhen Zhibing didn't say anything more, and said lightly: "Let's go, it's getting dark." ”

There are some things that Chen Qinghe will definitely know after a long time in Chongyang Palace, and he doesn't need to be told by his master, not to mention, the things related to the people in this tomb are not glorious for the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. In front of the new disciples, Zhen Zhibing had no intention of exposing his shortcomings and discrediting the sect.

Chen Qinghe was afraid of offending his master, so he didn't dare to ask, leaving his doubts in his heart, and when he was leaving, he looked back at the lonely gray tomb, and said in his heart: "Could it be them?" No way. "I hope my guess doesn't come true, otherwise, he'll come here...

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Zhen"

Zhen Zhibing and Chen Qinghe had just walked into the steps in front of the main hall square and were about to take a detour to the cafeteria when they heard an excited shout behind them. They stopped at the same time and turned back.

Over there, Lu Qingdu was smiling, holding his belly with his hand, and ran over on his feet, this trip was really tiring him, "Whoop" and "Whoop" The cat panted in front of Zhen Zhibing.

Zhen Zhibing said: "Qing Du, you came in a hurry, but something happened?" ”

Lu Qingdu waved his hand, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva to moisten his throat, coughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about uncle", his eyes glanced at Chen Qinghe beside Zhen Zhibing, and said with a smile: "My master heard that my uncle accepted a disciple, so he specially asked me to take a look, presumably, this is the little junior brother." ”

Zhen Zhibing nodded and said, "Yes, Qinghe, this is your apprentice of Uncle Zhao, Lu Qingdu, you will call him senior brother in the future." ”

Chen Qinghe saluted and arched his hand: "Chen Qinghe has seen Senior Brother Lu. ”

Lu Qingdu leaned forward slightly, patted Chen Qinghe's shoulder very friendly, and said: "Senior brother doesn't need to be polite, hey, Senior Brother Qinghe is showing his demeanor at a young age, and he will definitely be able to get ahead and make a difference under the teaching of Uncle Zhen in the future." ”

Chen Qinghe stepped back and said respectfully, "Thank you Senior Brother Lu for your compliment." ”

Zhen Zhibing didn't like Lu Qingdu's flattery, so he took over and said: "Qingdu, Qinghe and I still have something to do, so let's take a step ahead." ”

Lu Qingdu smiled and said, "Uncle Shi, go slowly." Get out of the way, watch the two disappear from sight, and quickly turn back to Zhao Zhijing to report the situation.

For the first time in his life, Chen Qingping was so enthusiastically praised that he only felt flattered, and he followed Zhen Zhibing at a loss, not daring to look around, for fear that there would be a second "Lu Qingdu" coming over.

Zhen Zhibing saw that the apprentice was restrained, and reminded: "Qinghe, Lu Qingdu is a slippery person, and he is used to seeing people go off the plate, just listen to his words, and don't put them in your heart." You must know that diligence and hard work should be the first thing in your practice. ”

Chen Qinghe said: "Yes, Master, the disciple respectfully obeys the teachings. ”

Zhen Zhibing was very satisfied with Chen Qinghe's docile and docile nature, and affirmed in his heart: "I will definitely not teach a rebel like Yang Guo." ”

After dinner, Zhen Zhibing understood Chen Qinghe for his first arrival, and did not assign homework to study, so he let him go back to his room early to rest.

Before the twentieth of this month, although the moon in the sky was not round and was broken, it was still bright and clean, and it poured out a clear and cold light unscrupulously.

Chen Qingping lay on the bed, shrouded in the moonlight that came in through the window.

Today is a turning point in his life, and it is so significant that it makes it difficult for him to sleep.

From today on, Chen Xiaoshun is no longer Chen Xiaoshun, but Chen Qinghe, a fourth-generation disciple in Chongyang Palace. Chen Qinghe is a Taoist priest who has escaped from the world, and his heart is pretending to be the high-ranking Sanqing Venerable, the ancestor, the master, and the same disciple, and what he must keep in mind and abide by in his daily life is the rules and precepts, and there is no longer a parental relationship.

Thinking of the home that he could not go back to, his parents and sister who could not see each other again, Chen Qinghe felt painful and reluctant. Tears blurred his eyes silently, and the moonlight shook like water in front of him, harmonizing the black and white of the room, and the light and shadow were messily dizzying.

Chen Qinghe was at a loss in the light and shadow.

He wanted to pursue something, but he stretched out his palm but couldn't catch anything, it was empty. His parents went away in coarse cloth and never looked back; His sister smiled sweetly at him, waved her hand, and chased her parents away; His playmates gathered together to play in the mud, but none of them invited him to join him, and none of them walked by him, and none of them took his hand and walked together.

Chen Qinghe realized that he had been abandoned. However, this was not the result he wanted.

"Dad, Mom, Sister, you wait for me, wait for me."

Chen Qinghe shouted as hard as he could, but the distance between him and his father, mother, sister and others became farther and farther away, and he could only watch them disappear at the end of the road.

Chen Qinghe sat weakly on the ground and looked into the distance.

He wanted to find someone to ask why things had turned out the way they were, why he had become a Taoist priest, and why he had lost his family.

Just then, a man appeared at the end of the road. The young man had an unimaginably peerless appearance, with black hair hanging down and white clothes ethereal.

Chen Qinghe shouted excitedly: "Immortals, immortals, I'm here, I'm Chen Xiaoshun, no, no, Qinghe, I'm Qinghe." "Rolling and crawling, trying to shorten the distance between himself and the man.

That's the person he wanted to see!

The figure of the "immortal" became clearer and clearer, Chen Qinghe forgot his pain and exhaustion, and moved forward with all his strength, seeing that he was about to approach the "immortal", as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the finger of the "immortal".

Suddenly, a cold voice came to his ears.

Chen Qinghe was stunned, his outstretched arm hanging in the air.

By the side of the "fairy", a teenager suddenly appeared. The young man was the same age as Chen Qinghe, and he was about the same size, and he smiled and took the hand of the "fairy".

The "fairy" left with the teenager.

Chen Qinghe's body trembled, and he felt a gust of cold wind. He blinked, a slight sting as the dried tear stains stuck to his eyelashes and the corners of his eyes. Putting down the sour arm hanging in the air, Chen Qinghe sat up and stared at the quilt on the ground that was kicked off by himself for a long time, a long time.

In his ears, the cold voice in the dream was still there.

"Passing Child"

Chen Qinghe said expressionlessly: "It's Guo'er..."

Winter mornings are cold, and it's impossible to keep sleeping.

Chen Qinghe trembled and changed into a cyan robe, then folded the quilt, washed, cleaned the inside and outside of the house, and went to Zhen Zhibing's place after tidying up, waiting for the master to get up in the morning, and then follow the master to the morning class.

In the Tomb of the Living Dead, Yang woke up prematurely, sitting on the cold jade bed and refusing to go down, enjoying the comfortable feeling of internal force flowing through his body. Across from him, the rope bed was empty.

The dragon's life rules and rest time are strict, and according to habit, at this time, he should feed the jade bees at the hive.

Yang Guo collected his kung fu, jumped off the cold jade bed, moved his arms and shook his legs, his face was full of red light, and his face was full of energy. After activating his muscles and bones, Yang Guo patted his clothes and found that there were a few stains on them, but fortunately, the largest piece was only the size of a fist, and there should be no need to change it today.

Yang Guo picked up a wet handkerchief and wiped his face, held the candle on the table, and went to the kitchen to cook first as usual.

The black, winding tomb road is no longer a trouble for Yang Guo, and he will no longer cry because he is afraid of the dark and lost. Yang Guo has a strong ability to adapt, and he has only lived in the tomb for more than 20 days, and his eyes can see secretly. However, Yang Guo likes light, and when he is alone, he always lights a candle, and it is not too troublesome to hold it casually.

Yang Guo likes to be with the dragon, but he doesn't like the ancient tomb. The dragon could have been able to roam in the dark and cold tombs, but he couldn't. His heart is fiery and restless, always thinking about the outside world, and occasionally going out does not make him happy. This candlelight is the fire in his heart, the sun that hangs high in the sky forever.

Yang had a plan too early, one day, he would fulfill Grandma Sun's last wish, walk out of the ancient tomb, and take the only person in the world who really treats him, his dragon brother, to walk the mountains and rivers together, and share the prosperity of heaven and earth.

Because of the dragon's cooking skills, only the knife work is exquisite, in order to eat enough for himself, and in order to repay the dragon's care, Yang Guo consciously took three meals a day to himself.

On the kitchen cutting board, the green leafy greens have been neatly chopped, and they are still the same as usual.

Yang Guo picked up a thin shredded vegetable and licked the corner of his mouth, and his mouth was dull and tasteless.

Since the last time he went out, the diet in the ancient tomb has improved, and the appearance of meat can be seen on the table, but the dragon still maintains the habit of flying immortals outside the sky - drinking honey water and eating vegetarian food, watching Yang Guo eat meat noodles without changing color.

Yang Guo was very worried, his habits were too different from the dragon, which made him feel that the dragon was like a flower blooming alone on the top of the mountain, proudly towering from the dust, and he was still an ant that could not escape the mud at the foot of the mountain, and like other thousands of ants, he could only crawl on the ground forever and could not climb to the top.

Yang Guo said to Qingcai: "Brother Long, it's too cold on the mountain, you better warm up with me." ”

As a result, there is an extra handful of minced bacon in today's green vegetable porridge.

Yang Guo brought his carefully prepared "delicacies" to the table, and just in time, the dragon appeared at the door.

"Brother Long, let's eat."