The old man in the green robe stood at the door, and he didn't mean to raise his legs to go in.

He looked through the courtyard and landed in the school, seeing those vigorous juniors, and hearing the sound of reading aloud, his face smiled even more.

"No, since I have abandoned Confucianism and cultivation, I am not qualified to step into your study again."

After a long time, the old Taoist in the green robe reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and said lightly: "Ziyou, for the sake of the people of Daqin, you have been guarding this Qingxi County for decades, it is really hard for you." ”

"For the sake of the common people in the world, Huairen should not let go."

Su Ziyou said respectfully: "Senior Qingxin, you came to Qingxi County this time for General Xiang Xuan?" ”

"Not for the thug!"

Speaking of Xiang Sad, the eyes of the old Taoist in the green robe fluctuated slightly, "No matter how many wrong things he does, he is always a disciple of the poor Taoist sect, and he should take care of it." ”

After a pause, he was a little sad, "Poor Dao should have come a long time ago, maybe a few days earlier, he wouldn't have fallen to such a point." ”

Su Ziyou was silent for a long time before he said: "Xiang Xuanjiang will be kind to my Zhenxuansi and my Daqin, if there is anything that the predecessors need to do from my Zhenxuansi, just open your mouth, Huairen will definitely help." ”

"I'm going to the Qing Sect, let's let the poor Dao come by himself, your Zhenxuan Division will only add to your troubles."

The old man in the green robe said lightly: "Poor Dao is just passing by the road, I came to see you, if you have the opportunity, you can bring a word to the old guy of your master for Poor Dao, don't stay in that Kyoto compound all day long, what achievements can you have?"

While it is important to read 10,000 books, it is also important to travel 10,000 miles. If there is a chance, let him come to Qingxin Peak to find a poor Dao to drink tea. ”

"Greetings from seniors, Huairen will definitely bring them."

Su Ziyou responded respectfully.

"The poor road nagged a few words, and it didn't mean anything else, so I left."

The old man in the green robe turned around, his footsteps paused slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Ziyou, there is something I want to remind you, count the days, the one in the mountains should wake up, you have to cheer up." ”

"Thank you for the reminder!"

Su Ziyou's expression changed slightly, and he bowed respectfully.

When he raised his head again, the green-robed old way had disappeared in front of him.

Su Zi looked into the distance, looking at the location of the barren mountain outside the city, his eyes flickering.

On the eaves, Mao Ah Si raised his body and looked at the position where the old man in the green robe was standing, and the cat's eyes also flashed with brilliance.

Mao Ah Si jumped into the courtyard and slowly came to Su Ziyou's side, "Mr. Su, the scourge of the yellow sheep, a thousand years of reincarnation, the world can't hide." ”

"There is nothing in this world that cannot be hidden, and there is nothing that is immortal, only the variable is unchanged."

Su Ziyou said lightly, retracted his gaze, turned around and walked back to the school.

……

……

Zhen Genji, backyard.

Between the fluctuations of light and shadow, the figure of the old man in the green robe slowly emerged, standing at the door.

The old man in the green robe had a complicated gaze, and he seemed to be able to penetrate the house and see the sad song on the bed.

He paused for a long time, not saying a word.

On the bed, Xiang Beige was groggy and fell into a deep sleep, he suddenly sensed something, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the door.

Xiang Beige's eyes flowed, covered with a thin layer of mist.

"After so many years, you still haven't changed a bit, and you're still so stubborn......"

The old man in the green robe said again: "For the sake of outsiders, it is really worth burying Tongtian Avenue first, and then burying your life?" ”

Xiang Beige lowered his head and struggled to get up, "It's unfilial." ”

But he struggled twice, staggered and fell again, and continued to struggle......

"You don't have to get up, if you keep tossing, your last few days will be gone."

The old man in the green robe sighed lightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, a rich green qi passed through the cracks in the doors and windows and poured into the house.

Suddenly, the room was full of blue light and full of life.

The weeds outside the house were fortunate enough to come into contact with the wisps of escaping green qi and grew like crazy, and in the blink of an eye they were already lush and became a big handful.

The green qi flowed around Xiang Beige, his face finally looked better, and he had the strength to get up.

But the old man in the green robe quickly stopped his actions, "Don't come out, I don't want to see you for the teacher." ”

Xiang Beige was stunned, lowered his head lonely, and slowly knelt on the ground in the direction of the door.

"Every man has a destiny, and his destiny is determined by heaven. This is the end of your life, don't leave this room, you can still live for a while until the life left for the teacher is gone. ”

The old man in the green robe said to himself: "The apprentice you chose, I have seen it for the teacher, and it is not bad." In the future, if you want him to go up the mountain, the teacher will personally take him to practice Taoism.

Your righteous son...... For the teacher to entrust someone to take care of him, not to seek glory and wealth, but to seek no disaster in this life. ”

"Thank you, Master."

Xiang Sad Song bowed gently.

"You and I are masters and apprentices, today is the end of this, and there is no longer a visible day."

The old man in the green robe had a dim look, and only he could hear the sigh that was absent.

"Let's go, I'll do it myself."

The old man in the green robe slowly turned around, an invisible wave rippled beside him, and the figure slowly faded away.

"There are thousands of teachers in this world, and in terms of my tragic song, Shizun is the best master in the world!"

Xiang Sad Song kowtowed again and fell heavily.

The best in the world, my teacher should not give in.

"If there is an afterlife, I still want to worship in the Pure Heart Peak and continue the relationship between master and apprentice."

Above the small courtyard, the afternoon light was warm, and above the sky, thin clouds gathered and scattered, as if telling the life of some people.

Duckweed gathers and scatters, and goodbye is easy and goodbye is hard.

In the distant sky, there was a heavy sigh from the old man in the green robe, and a drop of rain condensed from the clouds and fell into the small courtyard.

Originally, he came out with a lot of things to do, and wanted to go to see the Huangyang Mountain, stay a few more days, see the little apprentice, and check what kind of heavenly opportunity was shielded on the disciple's son......

But at this moment, he has no intention of asking about those complicated things, only one thing falls in his heart and must be done.

……

After a while, a blue light traveled through the mountains and rivers, returning to the peak of the Qingxin Peak of the Shangqing Sect.

"Master, you came back so quickly?"

Yun Wangqi was stunned and hurriedly walked out of the house to greet him.

It's been half a day, and I've done everything and come back?

This realm of mountains and rivers is really unusual.

The old man in the green robe was silent, and when he waved his hand, his body suddenly became blue, and his clothes were hunting.

The cyan robe retreated from its simple color and turned into a gorgeous green robe, outlined in gold wire, and surrounded by mountain mist behind it, setting off a flowing mountain peak.

The embroidery on that robe is the whole picture of Qingxin Peak.

And in the ancestral shrine on the top of Qingxin Peak, a cyan long sword enshrined at the top of the ancestral hall buzzed, came out of its sheath, turned into a streamer and flew out of the ancestral hall, and came to the side of the old Taoist in the green robe.

The cyan long sword groaned softly in front of Lao Dao, as if telling a longing that he hadn't seen for many years.

"It's been twenty years, senior, and we're finally meeting again.

Little thirty-six, I can also be regarded as fighting for you, and finally practiced to the perfection of the great freedom body, and can export the evil qi for our Qingxin Peak! ”

The green-robed old man stroked the cyan long sword, then held the hilt of the sword, rose to the sky, turned into blue light and came to a boulder on the top of the mountain.

Under the boulder was a broken sword, on which was engraved the word "Long Song".

"It's not sad autumn, my son is a long song, it's a sad song."

The old man in the green robe picked up the broken sword, "Twenty years ago, when Xiao Ge's natal flying sword was broken by his senior brother, Poor Dao was thinking that one day, he would help Xiao Ge out of this evil breath. ”

Then, a brilliant blue light rose from under his feet, turning into the appearance of a mountain, and he stepped into the air.

The old man in the green robe stepped into the air step by step, slowly rose into the air, and headed towards the highest mountain of the Shangqing Sect.

The sea of clouds in the sky was shattered by the blue light at the feet of the old road!

His body was as imposing as a mountain, more majestic than the highest Zhengqing Peak.

"The thirty-sixth generation peak master of Qingxin Peak, Qingxin Daoist, ask Jian Zheng Qingfeng, please teach the master brother!"

Above the sea of clouds, the sound of the old Taoist in the green robe was like a bell, resounding throughout the entire Shangqing Sect.

On the rest of the mountains, streamers rose up to the sky, among which the figures rippled, all kinds of colors, and the momentum was not weak, and it was the peak master of the major peaks.

"Senior Brother Qingxin, when did you get out of the customs?"

"Senior brother, you have just come out of the customs, and before you celebrate, you have to ask Senior Brother Sword Palm, why is this?"

"Senior Brother Qingxin, your Qingxin Peak is still being punished, and the Qingxin Ancestral Sword should be pressurized, how can you wake up the Qingxin Ancestral Sword just by asking Shangzong?"

Everyone was extremely puzzled, why did this Qingxin Peak Lord, who had been silent for nearly twenty years, suddenly ask Jian Zheng Qingfeng.

On the top of Qingxin Peak, Yun Wangqi led all the disciples to look up at the majestic figure of the master, and he was quite excited in his heart.

Only the disciples of Qingxin Peak knew in their hearts how many grievances they had suffered in the past twenty years.

Qingxin Lao Dao didn't answer, but his eyes passed through the sea of clouds, and with a finger in his hand, the Qingxin Ancestral Sword stirred the sea of clouds and went straight to the top of the mountain!

A sword roared, resounding through Zhengqing Peak!

The cyan long sword phantom turned into a thousand zhang long, and it was directly inserted into the Zhengqing Peak, pressing the mountain peak to rumble.

"Senior Brother Qingxin, why are you doing this?"

On the top of Zhengqing Peak, a helpless response sounded, and with a dragon groan, a golden long sword phantom rose up, also tens of thousands of zhang long, blocking the cyan long sword phantom.

Qingxin Lao Dao casually inserted the broken sword "Changge" into his waist, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I have been beaten by my senior brother since I was a child, and I am not convinced!"

Today, when the poor Dao is at ease, he wants to beat his brother with a blue nose and swollen face! ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure turned into a streamer, which made the surrounding mountains tremble, and he suddenly fell into the sea of clouds of Zhengqing Peak!

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the sea of clouds surged, covering the figure of the pure heart.

The top of the mountain rumbled, and from time to time there was the sound of boulders cracking.

The two huge sword shadows above Zhengqing Peak are sometimes blue, sometimes golden, and equal.

After a long time, the cyan sword shadow slashed down, crushing the golden sword shadow on the top of the mountain, and it couldn't lift half a point.

The figure of the pure heart of the old man slowly reappeared, coming out of the sea of clouds.

"Senior Brother Qingxin won?"

The major peak lords were stunned, and they really couldn't figure it out, how could they win the battle against the master brother who had always cultivated to a mediocre pure heart.

The cyan long sword turned into a streamer and returned to the ancestral shrine of Qingxin Peak.

The Qingxin Old Dao walked out of the sea of clouds, and the Dao robe that was still shining was already broken, his face was blue and purple, and his body was quite embarrassed.

But he smiled heartily, pulled out the broken sword at his waist, and muttered in a low voice: "Xiaoge, look at it, Master has helped you vent your anger!" The person who punished you back then was beaten into a pig's head by the master! ”

The peak lords secretly marveled, and their eyes became more and more shocked.

They really can't understand how two senior brothers who are over half a hundred years old can be like when they were children, you punch me and kick me like this.

"Qingxin, you ignore the door rules, use the Qingxin Ancestral Sword privately, and punish you for facing the wall for another ten years!"

After a long time, above Zhengqing Peak, there was a voice of anger and depravity from the elder brother.

"The punishment of the master brother is light, ten years is not enough, add another few decades!"

Qingxin Lao Dao put the sword back into his waist and pointed at the group of onlookers peak masters, "Poor Dao can remember clearly, back then, among you, there were many people who fell into the well!"

Today, the poor road beats back the anger that he suffered in the past! ”

The blue light rose again, like a tiger falling into a flock of sheep, rushing into the streamer.

"Senior Brother Qingxin, you can't come nonsense!"

"Senior brother, senior brother, you are angry! At that time, a few of us were forced to ......"

The streamers scattered in a hurry, and each fled.

On this day, the Shangqing Sect, the head of the famous family, was stirred up by the Pure Heart Daoist, and it completely lost the majesty of the famous family.