Since returning from sending wine to the sect that day, when Zhang Mingxin climbed iron chains and chopped wood every day, the sixth senior brother Feng did not accompany him anymore.

Every day, Zhang Mingxin returned from cutting wood, and he could see the wind that used to laugh in the past, sitting somewhere outside the stone house, or drinking, or looking from afar. On weekdays, there are many less smiles, many more, as the sun sets and the sun rises, the wind does not find the face more and more sad day by day.

When the master was cooking wine, Zhang Mingxin was holding firewood and blocking the air, and he never saw the wind and did not find it into the house, even if he entered the sect every month to send wine, he also went to the master's father.

The wooden silk stack, but there are only a lot of them, and the strange thing is that the pile of wood is not less.

Zhang Ming didn't understand the matter of the sixth senior brother, but he was more diligent every day.

Especially that night refining qi, not to the body burning pain such as burning bones and heartburn, it does not stop, the trace of turbidity in the dantian, but a little thicker, every day chopping wood and chopping wood, luck up the qi, the results are remarkable, but when luck, the burning pain is several times more uncomfortable than refining qi, although the wine stops burning, but drink a lot faster, cook wine every day, after a few words of master, he scolded Zhang Mingxin by the title.

Day and night are like a shuttle, and those who cultivate the Tao rarely remember the time, because of the long life, it is difficult to remember.

On this day, Zhang Mingxin was chopping wood, and the sky's streamer crossed by, and several imperial lights broke through the sky and landed in front of the stone house.

The leader glanced at Zhang Mingxin and shouted, "Where is your master!" ”

The man's face was majestic and arrogant, and Zhang Mingxin faintly recognized that he was the first full-channel person in the Law Sect, and the person who patted himself on the shoulder in the Sanqing Hall that day.

Zhang Mingxin was stunned and didn't answer, and the voice of Feng Buxun had already come: "The family teacher is resting in the house, I don't know if the head of the Law Sect is here, what is the important matter, I will inform the family teacher." ”

Feng Buxun's face was cold and resolute, and he had already stood up from the stone house wall, straight, and his hands hanging down were slightly open.

Zhang Mingxin had never seen it, Feng Buxun looked like this, and suddenly remembered what happened on the way back to the valley after sending the wine before, and his heart was also nervous.

"Oh, it's daylight, and I'm still sleeping! Your master is really idle, no wonder there are few disciples. The whole channel had a look of teasing and disgust on their faces, and said in a strange voice, very idle, and said very seriously.

Feng Buxun replied: "Master is old, always sleepy, if there is something in the first seat, you can sit and wait." There is no tea in the valley, and the first seat is neglected. ”

"I sent someone to inform me earlier, Xuanzong's new disciple asked for a sword, and your master can't remember it, and you don't know if you're a disciple? Are you waiting here to snooze all day long? The whole channel was furious, and the flesh on his face trembled violently as he spoke.

Feng Buxun listened, and his face changed in shock: "That's not it...... So fast? ”

Feng Buxun's face was full of sadness, he lowered his head slightly, and raised his head again, but his words were still hard: "The first seat is smiling, isn't it, this is entering the valley to seek a sword, and we disciples also have a share?" ”

Feng Buxun glanced sideways at Zhang Mingxin, Zhang Mingxin saw it, but he didn't know what it meant.

"Hmph, your tone, you are all elders!" Hearing that Feng Buxun seemed to have something to say, the whole channel became even angrier, and suddenly turned to a sneer, "You disciple, I remember that I didn't enter the Hidden Sword Valley last time. It's just guarding this valley and this mountain, and sneaking in, you, a junior disciple who has been a newcomer for a year, don't participate in the grand events of the sect? ”

"My junior brother, I must participate." Feng Buxun smiled lightly and nodded slightly, but there was a scheming look on his face: "It's just that this sect event is related to my junior brother, and it is one thing to enter the valley to seek a sword, and this other thing must also be related to my junior brother." ”

The people of the whole channel listened, their faces sneered, and their faces darkened: "At a young age, such a heavy scheming, you actually want your junior brother to participate in the sect's 'Xuanmen Examination'?" Hmph, you are also considered to be in the sect, if you want to participate, why not! ”

The whole channel paused, and continued in a strange manner: "It's just a competition in the Xuanmen, the elite gathered, several times in previous years, there were people seriously injured or disabled, you, junior brother, there is already a shortage, don't miss anything, you are a senior brother, it's not easy to take care of!" ”

Feng Buxun listened, his face changed color in surprise, and then turned angry, and just wanted to answer, a person walked out of the door of the stone house, but it was the master who woke up and walked out of the door.

"What are you arguing about, what are you trying to do in Xuanmen, don't you two chop wood well, steal my wine and drink, and talk nonsense!" The master wiped his eyes with one hand, yawned, and opened his mouth wide, but he saw a few people in the whole passage, "Ah, is it the first seat in the whole passage, sitting in the stone house?" ”

Seeing the old man, the people in the whole channel "hummed", which was considered a refusal.

"Well, there are no chairs in the house, so it's better to stand." The old man sat down on the ground, took the gourd from his waist, poured a mouthful, sighed, and did not speak.

The people of the whole channel did not look at the old man, held back their anger, and said solemnly: "Tomorrow, the new disciples in the sect will ask for swords, and the disciples of the six sects who have never entered the Burial Sword Valley will gather at the Burial Sword Mountain at sunrise. ”

"You gather, you gather." The old man continued to drink.

"Fart! That mountain is the entrance to the Tibetan Sword Valley, and the people in the sect have not been on the mountain for many years, so how can they come to recognize the way! One of you will lead the way up the mountain! The Vinaya sect sent people to protect the Dharma on the mountain! Seeking a sword on the mountain first, and not entering the valley again, is the rule of seeking a sword in the sect, you, you ......" The whole channel person, his face was upside down, and he was extremely angry.

The old man squinted at the whole aisle, for a long time, and nodded:

Pointing at Feng Buxun, he said: "He has long been expelled from the division. ”

pointed to Zhang Mingxin again: "He, he can't go up yet." ”

He pointed to himself again: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to fall to death." ”

……

At night, Zhang Mingxin sat cross-legged in the open space, and he had no intention of refining qi, but just closed his eyes and listened secretly, and the words that came out sporadically in the stone house.

After the first seat of the Vinaya Sect and the others rushed to the heavens and the earth in anger, the master entered the stone house again, and the wind did not find it rare to wipe Zhang Mingxin's head, his eyes flickered, and he chopped wood until sunset, and on the open ground, there were a few more stacks of high and endless wood silk.

When the sun set, the wind stopped and walked into the wooden house.

Zhang Mingxin suddenly remembered that in the past half a year, today is the first time to enter the stone house.

Indoors, Feng Buxun bowed his head and knelt, asking and saying a word from time to time.

"Master, how can this soul of Senior Brother Mingxin be like this?"

"Master, he can't feel the aura of heaven and earth outside his body, and what he cultivates inside is ......."

……

"Master, why don't I take my junior brother down the mountain!"

"Fart!" Zifeng didn't kneel, asked, said, the old man didn't answer a word, and finally this last sentence, the old man closed his eyes and scolded angrily, "It was you who were expelled from the teacher, what do you have to do with your junior brother!" ”

"It's just that if he cultivates like this again, his body will be ......."

The old man opened his eyes and didn't look for it: "You might as well worry about whether he will be able to climb the mountain tomorrow; Two years later, what kind of Xuanmen test, will he be resented by the person you hurt! ”

The wind didn't find his head and snorted to the ground, and his words were sad: "Master, the disciple is wrong." ”

The old man stared at the fire in the gossip furnace for a long time, sighed and said:

"Those who cultivate the Tao are self-chosen,

Self-caused, self-caused,

Life and death, why obsess......"

Zhang Mingxin heard that someone came out in the stone house, and quickly opened his eyes and stood up.

"Sixth Senior Brother ......"

Feng Buxun's face was originally dull, but when he saw Zhang Mingxin, he smiled: "Come with me." ”

The wind was not found, and in the night, he walked towards the Burial Sword Mountain, and Zhang Mingxin hurriedly followed.

"The name of this mountain is the burial sword, and it is the place where the seven Xuanzong buried the sword and bones. The first article of the Seven Xuan Sect rules, the sword of death is there, and the sword is back to the Seven Xuan. ”

"As I told you before, the place where incense is lit on the mountain is the place where our drunken sect and ancestors buried their swords."

Feng Buxun pointed and said, Zhang Mingxin nodded silently, this night, I can only see the lake reflecting the moon, the mountain shadow is faint, and the iron chain is swinging.

"How many feet have you climbed?" Feng Buxun asked.

"Seven or eight hundred zhang, you need to transport Xuangong, and you can only transport Xuangong."

Feng Buxun nodded, and said again: "It's soon, you are less lucky Xuangong, you ...... Hey, less luck is. ”

Zhang Mingxin was stunned for a long time before nodding lightly.

"Behind the mountain, there is the Tibetan Sword Valley, and the difference between this Buried Sword Valley is actually the entrance to the Tibetan Sword Valley.

"Tomorrow, the disciples of the sect will go to the burial sword first, and ask for a sword in the burial sword mountain, and those who can't ask for it can put down the iron chain from the side of the mountain, and go down from the iron chain, which is the hidden sword valley, and enter the valley to seek the sword."

"If you want it, if you can't ask for it, it's all chance, whether it's broken iron or a divine soldier, it's all karma, and you can't force it."

Feng Buxun turned around and walked towards the mountains and forests, Zhang Mingxin followed, but he was strange in his heart, Senior Brother Feng seemed to have a lot more words than in the past.

"We are Drunken Sect, and there are never many disciples, so there are thousands of swords on the mountain, and there are only more than thirty Drunken Sects."

"In this generation, you should be the eldest, I am ranked sixth, upward, I have only seen the fifth senior brother and the second senior brother. The fifth senior brother is very strange, the second senior brother is gentle, you will have a chance to see it in the future, and avoid the temper of the fifth senior brother. Second Senior Brother has been many times, and you will see you later. ”

"Chopping wood and chopping wood, blocking qi and avoiding qi, all of them are my drunken sect cultivation, especially the qi blocking and avoiding qi, you have to practice more, that day...... We are in the mountains with the disciples of the Vinaya Sect, and you can avoid that stick, and it is a lot of credit to this Fa. ”

"Ah, is that cultivation, not for boiling wine?" Zhang Mingxin listened and said strangely.

"It's the need to cook wine, and it's also a cultivation." The wind does not squint, as if thinking about the old days, the old days.

"Did you bring any wine?" When he reached the depths of the mountains and forests, the wind did not stop, and he asked with a smile.

In Zhang Ming's arms, he was holding a wooden kettle.

"Come, grab me, don't let go!"

The wind did not pull Zhang Mingxin, jumped upward, and after a few jumps, he broke through the snow on the tree and reached the top of the tree. Not far away was a large tree, standing tall above the mountain forest, and there were many other trees, but the top of the tree was bare, with few leaves, and no snow.

The wind walked without stepping on the snow, went up to the tree, chose a big branch, and pulled Zhang Mingxin to sit down.

"From now on, this is yours." Feng Buxun's eyes were sad, and he looked up slowly around, "When the sun is shining, it is also handsome." ”

The tree view, can take the mountains, the mountains and forests rise and fall in all directions, the moon shines on the snow shadow, layer upon layer, really like the clouds, when the wind comes, the crown of the tree is shaking, just like the clouds come, when the wind goes, it seems to be like the clouds go.

"Master is old, you need to take care of it. He was always scolding, but he was very good at them. "The wind does not look at the valley, the distant mountains are clear, and the valley is a little remnant, but it is difficult to see the stone house, "If you go to the sect to deliver wine, help me send some white cans of sweet wine, and give it to the ...... Give that...... Senior Sister Liu. ”

"Hmm," Zhang Mingxin responded, "Senior brother, you can send it yourself, I'm afraid of that, Mrs. Mingyue." ”

"On the white can, there is the word wind." Feng Buxun seemed to say to himself, "If you can climb the Burial Sword Mountain tomorrow to ask for a sword, I will wait for you to return." If you can't ......"

"Tomorrow, I'll be gone.

After I leave, you will be the only mantle of this drunken sect. ”