Chapter 212: Once upon a time there was a mountain (1)
To mortals, cultivators are like immortals who are high up above and out of reach.
Unlike mortals who are only 100 years old, cultivators have a lifespan of hundreds of years, and even more, they can ascend to the heavens in one step and live forever.
Time has lost its meaning to them.
But once life falls into silence, the cultivation that has gone through thousands of hardships will lose its meaning.
Therefore, many cultivators will sneak into the mortal world and use their own skills to break through the mortal world.
For merit, for fame, for profit......
To put it simply, it's about making trouble!
But there are always exceptions to everythingβ
"Senior sister, when will we be able to go down the mountain? I've been in the mountains for three years, and if I continue like this, I'm really going to become a monkey. Bai Zhi cried to the woman in black lying on the ice couch in the courtyard.
Gu Zhihuan lazily lifted his eyelids: "If you dare to rub your tears on my luxurious ice couch worth 100,000 psychic stones, I will pull your hair out one by one." β
Bai Zhi suddenly stopped crying for a second, and quickly kept a safe distance of five meters from the ice couch: "Senior sister, the ice couch was bought by the second senior brother with money. β
"It's mine now." Gu Zhihuan said.
Angelica Bai: "......"
Gu Zhihuan turned over, and seeing that he was about to fall asleep again, Bai Zhi hurriedly said: "Let's go down the mountain to play, I haven't eaten anything under the mountain for a long time, I want to eat fragrant barbecue, I want to eat Huang Chengcheng's flower chicken, I want to eat soft steamed buns, I want to-hmm-"
A silence charm slapped on Bai Zhi's mouth mercilessly.
Gu Zhihuan withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "No, you don't want to." β
Bai Zhi obviously not the first time that she has been put on a forbidden note, she has given up the idea of tossing it down by herself, she can only look at Gu Zhihuan aggrievedly, and take out the paper and pen from her arms with great experience.
"I, want, down, mountain!" Bai Zhilong wrote in a flying phoenix.
Gu Zhihuan yawned: "I can't understand what you wrote." β
Bai Zhi was so angry that tears were about to fall.
"Hey, Xiao Baizhi has been bullied again." A smiling voice came from behind Bai Zhi.
Bai Zhi's eyes lit up.
She turned and looked expectantly at the man in a light blue robe.
"What a pitiful little thing, come, the second senior brother will help you unravel the forbidden talisman." Song Yufeng said with a smile.
As he spoke, he hooked his fingers.
Bai Zhi opened her mouth and was moved: "Second Senior Brother, you are so good. β
Song Yufeng had a harmless face, and the slightly drooping corners of his eyes made him look more and more gentle.
Bai Zhi couldn't help but blush a little.
Song Yufeng stretched out a fair-skinned left hand: "Ten psychic stones." β
"What?" Bai Zhi was stunned.
"The money to help you solve the charm." Song Yufeng Road.
Bai Zhi opened her mouth wide: "Second senior brother, we are brothers and sisters in the same family." β
"I am the inner disciple of the master, and you are the outer door." Song Yufeng didn't blink his eyes.
What else did Bai Zhi want to say.
Song Yufeng turned the forbidden word charm on his fingertips: "Or do you want to be posted by me too?" β
Bai Zhi wanted to cry without tears: "This is my pocket money for a month." β
"Well, I can't go down the mountain anyway, what's the point of having money." Song Yufeng touched Bai Zhi's head.
Angelica Angelica was so angry that her teeth itched.
"If money is useless, what are you doing so greedily for money?"
Song Yufeng's smile froze.
Bai Zhi spread her hands: "I didn't speak." β
Song Yufeng wanted to speak and stopped.
"Bullying Bai Zhi again?" The same is said by another person.
Song Yufeng wiped his face, squeezed out a smile, and looked back at the visitor: "Master, are you out of the customs?" β
"Hmm." Chao Lu was dressed in white clothes with white hair, giving people a somewhat cold feeling, and the two eyebrows were always gathered together, as if something troubled had been haunting him: "When I was in retreat, did you practice well?" β
"Yes!" Song Yufeng didn't want to nod, and at the same time pointed behind him: "But Senior Sister has been lying on the ice couch for almost three years!" β
As he spoke, Song Yufeng turned his head, and then the expression on his face froze.
Gu Zhihuan, who was still lying on the ice couch, didn't know when he had gotten up, holding a peachwood sword in his hand, and in the colorful Luoying, he was practicing the "Combined Vertical Sword Technique" like a dragon.
The hem of the black garment moves with the wind.
Between the flowing movements, there was a faint momentum of invincibility condensed at the tip of the sword.
Chaolu's eyes lit up: "Okay." β
When Gu Zhihuan heard the voice, he stopped just right, came back to his senses and saw Chaolu, and ran over in surprise: "Master, you are out of the customs." β
Song Yufeng: "......"
Angelica Bai: "......"
Senior sister, you are too good at pretending.
Chao Lu looked at Gu Zhihuan with a gratifying face: "The swordsmanship has improved a lot, it seems that you are about to complete the first realm." β
"The ninth form is still a bit jerky, and it needs to be practiced more." Gu Zhihuan is serious, where is there still the laziness when he got along with Song Yufeng and Bai Zhi just now.
Song Yufeng gritted his teeth: "Master, Senior Sister has been on the mountain for three years and has never come down!" β
"I am not proficient in learning and art, and I dare not leave the mountain without permission, for fear of insulting the reputation of the sect." Gu Zhihuan said.
"You're just lazy!"
"Second junior brother." Gu Zhihuan said with a disapproving face: "How can you talk nonsense in front of the master just because I ask you to practice diligently." β
Song Yufeng: "!! β
"Alright." Chaolu raised his hand: "This time I went out of the customs, in fact, it was also for the sake of going down the mountain." β
Gu Zhihuan's eyes rolled.
Song Yufeng pricked up his ears: "Master, are we going down the mountain?" β
"Hmm." Chaolu nodded.
Song Yufeng and Bai Zhi glanced at each other, and the two of them couldn't hold back, hugging each other and crying.
Chaolu was taken aback by the reaction of the two.
I really don't understand how the next mountain can make two people excited like this.
You must know that when Song Yufeng first learned the sword, he didn't cry so sincerely.
Gu Zhihuan calmly glanced at the two of them, walked up to Chaolu, and put the sword at his waist: "Master, what's the matter with going down the mountain?" β
Chaolu was silent for a moment, and slowly spit out two words: "Accept apprentices." β
Song Yufeng's laughter stopped.
His eyes were red, and he looked at Chaolu in a daze.
Gu Zhihuan didn't say anything.
Chaolu once said that the tradition of the sect has always only accepted four inner disciples.
But after Chaolu received Gu Zhihuan and Song Yufeng, he suddenly retreated.
It didn't come out until today.
Counting up, although Bai Zhi is an outer disciple, he can stay in Cangming Mountain longer than Gu Zhihuan and them.
Now Chaolu suddenly accepted apprentices, for what?
Song Yufeng didn't have as much thought as Gu Zhihuan, he was still a teenager after all, so he immediately scratched his head and asked directly: "Why did the master accept apprentices again?" β
"It's time." Chaolu said lightly.
Gu Zhihuan's heart sank.
Chaolu didn't say much on this topic: "Clean up and leave early tomorrow morning." β
"In such a hurry?" The second monk of Song Yufeng was puzzled.
Bai Zhi smiled so much that the corners of her mouth were almost pulled to the back of her head: "Great, I can finally go down the mountain to eat delicious food!" β
Chaolu glanced at her: "You stay." β
Bai Zhi's smile froze: "...... Master. β