The night was like ink dripping into a lake, scattering, becoming more and more solemn, obscuring the faint moonlight. Ping Dao paced in the room, pushed open a small window, and looked out, the number of people on Baihu Street was gradually decreasing, and no one cared about the pair of masters and apprentices in this shabby room.

"Huh." He closed his eyes, sneered, his eyes were empty, he clenched his fists, demons, could it be that the demons are also involved in this matter? Two hundred years ago, the prophecy came true, the smoke and moon in the water palace passed away, and the white lotus died with hatred. Time passes, and in the blink of an eye, there are two reincarnations, and the two-hundred-year resurrection period in the mouth of the sea god will come true in this new continent? In the past, the place where the seven stars of Dinghai fell, Qingchuan Zhuhaichen Night Valley was robbed, the art of the demon clan's empty light is now in Yuehua, and the saint Maiden Bai Bilian Xin Shu Muqing and the king of Donglai became attached to the king of Donglai, and gave birth to her daughter Princess Yaohua. "Hmph." Ping Dao let out a cold snort in his throat, his eyes lit up, and he turned to look at his apprentice.

Qingfu picked up the teacup and poured a cup of tea at this time, and when he saw Ping Daochang turning around, he obediently sent it to him, "Master, you were in a hurry all the way, you said that you were thirsty for a long time, drink saliva!" ”

He smiled and took the tea, carefully blowing the tea leaves that had drifted to the mouth of the cup, as if remembering something, and put the cup of tea aside.

He raised his eyes to look at Qingfu, smiled meaningfully, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, looked back on the past, and said slowly, "Qingfu, do you remember, how many years have you come to me?" ”

Qingfu's eyes were a little moist, and he replied in a deep voice, "The disciple followed the master at the age of five, and he is already weak this year, and he has been here for fifteen years. ”

Ping Dao Chang held up the teacup and played with it in his hand, "Today, you will talk about it from your heart, how will you be treated as a teacher?" For some reason, Daoist Ping looked up at Qingfu's eyes at this time, and his face became more and more solemn.

"How did Master ask this today, so that Qingfu is not used to it." Qing Fu sneered, looking at Master's expression, his face became more and more unnatural, so he had to turn around, cleverly cover up, and try to make his voice normal.

"Tell me about it."

Listening to the unwavering tone of the Ping Dao chief, Qingfu whispered, "Master treats me like a parent and son, and is as kind to me as a mountain. ”

"How do you treat Master, or how will you treat Master?" Ping Dao said softly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"A teacher for one day, a father for life. Qingfu has been treating his master like a father all his life. ”

"As a teacher, I would like you to tell the truth." Ping Daochang picked up the cup of tea, put it in his palm and played with it carefully, his eyes wandered, but he never meant to drink it.

He raised his eyes, his gaze suddenly turned serious, and he placed the teacup in front of Qingfu's eyes, "So, you still want to drink this cup of tea for the teacher?" ”

Qingfu smiled, his body was light, and he wanted to snatch the tea from the hand of the chief of the flat road, but the chief of the flat road flipped his wrist and avoided it, and still put the cup of tea in his hand to play, Qingfu was shocked, stopped his hand, and laughed, "It turns out that the master is unwilling to drink tea, so the disciple is busy in vain." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Heidao's mouth, "Oh, really? He raised his hand and poured the cup of tea on the ground little by little.

Qingfu's face suddenly turned dead gray, and the tea dripped on the floor, foaming at the white foam, and after a while, it corroded a big hole in the floor, and Ping Dao raised his head, still looking at him with a smile.

He sneered, and with a lift of his figure, he jumped away suddenly, distancing himself from the chief of the road.

Qingfu's body was light and agile, and he was in the corner of the wall for a moment, and he pulled out his bright long sword from behind him with his backhand, and "brushed" the three swords in the air, cutting off any attacks that might come from the front.

"You already knew." Qingfu sneered, the other party sat on the bed, not only did he not have any attack, but he couldn't even see any expression on his face, Qingfu knew the strength of the person in front of him, holding a sword in his hand, for fear that he would be half negligent, and the person in front of him suddenly jumped up and took his life.

Ping Dao Chang sat on the bed, his eyes leisurely, as if he didn't care about what the person in front of him did, just gently put the teacup full of venom on his side, and then his eyes moved to the apprentice who had followed him for fifteen years. His eyes were gentle and kind, but in Qingfu's eyes, they were so unfathomable.

He let out a long sigh, "I know how, I don't know?" ”

Daoist Ping stood up, and Qing Fu took a step back in shock, hitting the humble wall of the inn, his heart panicked, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the corners of his forehead even dripped. Dao Chang Ping stared at the familiar eyes of his apprentice and sighed, "There is a saying in Buddhism......"

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is back?"

The young child-like man suddenly turned his head and chuckled, raised his sword up, held it in front of his eyes, and said, "Master has come to teach again, fifteen years have passed, and the apprentice has already heard the master's teachings, and his ears have already been calloused. His eyes wandered, a touch of grief was fleeting, he sneered, and said sadly, "Master, do you know that there are some roads, and one walk is a lifetime." ”

Ping Daochang glanced at him, didn't say more, just walked slowly to the door, poked his head out and shouted softly to the shopkeeper, "Little Er, add some tea." ”

The shopkeeper ran over to the place, leaving a long "coming------ a long "coming" gradually drifting through the corridor. When he came in and saw the scene in the house, the young man in black was holding a sword in the corner, his eyes pierced at him like electricity, so he shivered, turned around to meet the kind gaze of the chief of the peace, and then added tea with peace of mind, and turned back to mutter, these days, strange-looking people are really not uncommon!

He poured a cup of tea at the table, sat quietly on the chair, drank his saliva, and said lightly, "If you die here today, you will also be fulfilled by what you just said." ”

A burst of panic flashed in Qingfu's eyes, and the more silent the person in front of him was, the more pressure he put on him.

"Indeed, faith is a different thing in everyone's heart." Ping Dao took a sip of tea, and his eyes did not look at the apprentice beside him. "It's just that it is unforgivable to harm innocent people for the sake of so-called faith."

Before the words fell, the sword in Qingfu's hand slipped down, and a trace of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. The sharp pain in his chest caused him to stagger and fall to the ground, and he didn't see Heidao make a move! Shocked, he tore open the clothes on his chest, and a silver thread that was difficult to see with the naked eye ran through his chest, and the end of the silver thread was connected to the teacup in the hand of the chief of the road.

He was startled, quickly picked up the fallen sword, and wanted to wave his hand to cut off the thin silver thread, but before he could act, there was a heart-wrenching pain in his wrist, and another silver thread wrapped around his wrist, tightening, and the thin blood thread dyed the silver thread red.

He turned his eyes to look at the chief of the road, he was still leisurely drinking tea, as if none of this had happened, and the silver thread wrapped around the teacup was affecting the life of the man in the corner.

Qingfu smiled bitterly, knowing in his heart that with his own strength, he couldn't compete with the head of the flat road at all, so he had to lean against the wall, where the silver thread penetrated, leaving a large area of blood stains.

Blood continued to spill from the corners of his mouth, and he raised his hand to cover his chest, coughing hard.

He looked up, "When did Master find out?" ”

Dao Chang Ping sneered, "When did you think that you didn't find out as a teacher?" ”

Qingfu turned his head and smiled bitterly, "Sure enough, it is the head of the Ping Dao who has lived for more than three hundred years, and everything can't be hidden from your eyes." ”

Daoist Ping turned his eyes to look at his disciple, only to see Qingfu's childlike face gradually change, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a middle-aged man.

"The method of time-shortening in the country of Habitat." There was a rare look of surprise in the eyes of the chief of the Ping Dao, and he praised it, "It's really exquisite." ”

Pingdao Changfang just stood up, brushed his sleeves away, those silver threads suddenly pulled out of the man's body, and the force was too strong to make his body lean forward, Qingfu stuck the sword on the ground, his chest was stuffy, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, dripping down the hilt of the sword.

"Hmph," Ping Dao Chang's eyes were contemptuous, and he walked up to the man, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Qingfu, you have hidden so much from Master." He glanced at the man in front of him, suddenly looked out the window, looked at the dark night sky, and pondered for a long time, "Use the method of shrinking time to seal your body into the appearance of a child, so that you came to the teacher to be nearly thirty years old?" He sneered, self-deprecating, "It's a pity that these three or four hundred years old eyes are wrong for you." ”

Qingfu smiled wickedly, and called Master in a low voice, that sound, like fifteen years ago, the child with bright eyes came to his side, and called childishly, "Master." ”

That kind of voice made the head of the Ping Dao slightly sluggish, and he finally turned around and looked at the seriously injured disciple beside him. However, at the moment when their eyes met, Qingfu's eyes suddenly turned white and black! With such empty eyes, he saw that Ping Daochang was a little dizzy, and his eyes became a snowfield, a white expanse, without any life, he was stunned in the snowfield like that, not knowing where to go.

Qingfu struggled to stand up with his sword, his voice hoarse, "Master, I didn't want to kill you, but I got the order," his eyes lowered, a trace of panic, with a sword in his hand, looking at the familiar face of Ping Daochang, the situation of fifteen years of companionship passed in front of him in an instant, and for a while, the raised sword stagnated in the air, and he couldn't do it for a long time.

At this time, the corners of Ping Daochang's mouth curled, and he said, "It turns out that you are empty-eyed, you can really surprise the teacher." ”

Qingfu was shocked, knowing that he had missed a good opportunity, but he didn't regret it much, but smiled instead, "It's okay," the long sword in his hand slid down suddenly, and he knelt down, "The apprentice betrayed today and committed the great crime of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, please kill me!" ”

As if he hadn't heard what he said, he walked straight to the table, picked up the newly added tea from Xiao Er, and poured it head-on to Qingfu.

The dripping warm water flowed down Qingfu's hair, pouring his hair on the ground and wrapping around his neck, and he only felt a slight heat on his head, so he raised his head in surprise to look at the master.

"What are you guilty of?" Ping Dao sighed, but he didn't stop pouring the tea head-on, his eyes were cold, "It's not wrong for the teacher to know that you are a native of Qining, and everyone loves their country." deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, and now, isn't the teacher still alive? ”

Hearing this, Qingfu raised his head and looked at Ping Dao Chang in surprise, water flowed down from his forehead, blocking his eyes, and he couldn't see what kind of expression Ping Dao Chang had at this time. I only heard him say, "It's just that the affairs between countries are complicated, and ordinary people can't figure it out, and many of those so-called beliefs are just tricks to deceive children and fool everyone, but some people believe it very seriously, and even fight with their lives." Of course, we can't restrain the demons of the world, as a teacher, we just hope that you can see something clearly, don't let your enthusiasm become a joke. ”

Daoist Ping stopped his hand, put the teapot on the table, turned around and no longer looked at Qingfu behind him, he closed his eyes, and his voice was low, "If the Taoist is not necessary, if you don't kill, I won't kill you today, a cultivator, but ask about the world, since you are a Qiling person, you choose to be loyal to the Qiling royal family, and the dust is not over, naturally you have no relationship with the Tao, and you have no relationship with the teacher." He turned his head slightly, "Your empty eyes, where is the teacher?" The pupil technique is not a technique of the Yuehua Continent, its origin is a long time, and it is not something that can be controlled by idle people. ”

"You and I have the fate of master and apprentice, you can do it yourself."

Before the words fell, the chief of the flat road had already left the door, leaving Qingfu alone in the empty room, and there was no longer any strength, and his body suddenly collapsed.

Fifteen years of companionship, fifteen years of kindness, and it ended hastily tonight. Destroying is far faster than building. And all this, when he came fifteen years ago, the result was already predestined, wasn't it?

He lay on the ground, looking at the snow-white roof, as if something had been sucked away in his heart, and after a bitter moment, he closed his eyes and smiled bitterly. Is it worth it? He heard a voice in his heart asking himself, it was worth it. He replied firmly. Worth. He really didn't regret it, but when he finally walked towards the ending that had been written fifteen years ago, his heart was still so bitter. Sad? He laughed at himself in his heart, such a disloyal and unrighteous person, when it comes to sadness, he deserves it.

Ping Daochang went downstairs and came to the front hall, and saw that the proprietress was still chattering with the boss, laughed, and knocked on the table to signal.

When the proprietress heard this, she immediately greeted her with a smile on her face and asked, "Guest officer, what's the matter?" ”

He raised his hand and threw off a piece of gold, "My apprentice is injured, please ask two doctors to come and take care of one or two, there are one hundred taels of silver tickets in the baggage in the room, and it will be regarded as a reward." ”

The look of the boss and the proprietress for a moment is wonderful, I don't know how to describe it. The two of them watched in surprise as the man in front of them threw down a piece of gold and flew away, and it took a long time for the boss to react and say gratefully to the back, "Thank you benefactor!" ”

"The life of the people is not easy now." A sigh faded away from his back, and finally disappeared into the dark night.