The night is like ink, and the real people are grilled in front of the hut as always.

But this time, he didn't do it himself, but Ahsan did it on the side.

Speaking of grilled fish, Chang Yi Zhenren taught Ah Sang many years ago, and after the latter learned it, he only grilled fish for Chang Zhen a few times, and then officially ended the matter.

In the decades that followed, Chang Yu Zhenren asked countless times, but Ah Sang was unmoved, she was dedicated to cultivation, but in fact, she didn't care much about many things.

But tonight, it was she who took the initiative.

The aroma moves with the breeze and can be smelled for miles.

"Master, the fish before was deliberately stolen by my junior sister. ”

This is an affirmative tone, not an inquiry.

Lying on the bamboo chair, Chang Yizhen faced his eldest disciple, and was not ready to fool her, of course, because his eldest disciple was really not easy to fool, "After all, it is the future of Zheshan, and Zheshan has fallen to this point, so what can he do if he doesn't let him go faster?"

This kind of thing is only Luo Xue stupidly thinking that she can steal the fish under the nose of her master, whether it is Ah San, Chang Yu Zhenren, or even Gu Ming, maybe she can figure out some inner taste.

"But it's still a pity, such a fish, let him absorb the qi of heaven and earth, but one thousandth, if the ancestors of Zheshan know, it will definitely be said that he is a loser, and when the time comes, maybe he will not bless the teacher to break the realm. ”

Speaking of this, Chang Yi Zhenren smiled, and changed his words, "But a person as free and easy as Wanyun Zhenren will definitely give the teacher a thumbs up and tell him that he has done a good job." ”

Ahsan didn't look up, the stick was spinning in her hand, although she was looking at the grilled fish, but her mind was not on it at all.

"Qingtianjian selected the little junior brother, after getting started, the sword scripture chosen by the little junior brother is the one left by Wanyun Zhenren, the first realm overnight, coupled with the attitude of the bookworm towards him, the little junior brother can indeed be said to be the future of Zheshan, but the next step of the little junior brother, does the master have an idea?"

The cultivators in this world practice about the same, either after worshipping the mountain gate, they will practice penance in the mountain gate for several or more than ten years, and when the realm is enough, they will go down the mountain to practice, and those who are determined and resolute may have great achievements.

But more cultivators may spend their entire lives in the dust, and they will not achieve anything.

Since Gu Meng practiced the Sword Sutra of Wanyun Zhenren, then cultivating this path in the mountains was not suitable for him, at least in the long run, it was not suitable.

Maybe in a few years, Gu Meng will reach the point where he has to go down the mountain, but at this moment, the mountain is declining, and if Gu Meng is known by other sects after coming down the mountain, there will only be two results.

Either they were recruited by other sects, or they died in the wilderness.

A genius disciple of a declining Sword Sect will not have any other results.

"Being a caged finch in the mountains is naturally not good for him. Chang Yi Zhenren frowned, in fact, these days, the thing he is most worried about is this, this disciple of his own, is the future of Zheshan, but how to cultivate, it is not easy to say.

As the head of a mountain, of course, it is not good for him to personally go down the mountain to protect his disciple.

"Then I'll come?" Ah Sang took the initiative to speak, and in some cases, she was the one who knew her master best,

Chang Yizhen smiled: "What's the difference between you coming and coming as a teacher, could it be that because you are a woman, your junior brother will have to practice faster?"

Ah Sang thought seriously about his little junior brother who had never met a few times, and then said seriously: "It's possible." ”

Chang Yizhen was speechless for a while, silently took the grilled fish, and after taking a bite, he said vaguely: "Anyway, it's no difference, don't think about it." ”

After saying this, he stopped eating the fish, and then looked up, remembering something very old.

Then the Sect Master laughed, looking very obscene, but more helpless.

......

......

"And so it was. "After the thirtieth day of the sword tree taking root in the Qi Mansion, Gu Meng finished reading those bamboo slips, and after reading those bamboo slips, he couldn't help but look inward again, and found that the sword tree really didn't bear sword fruit, not even the meaning of flowering, plus the bamboo slips he had read before, he gradually understood a truth, that is, the word sword fruit is just an abstract expression, and it will not appear in his body.

Since this is the case, then the sword tree appeared in the Qi Mansion before, and those white lines were born on the sword tree, which was considered to have completed the first stage as stated in the Sword Sutra.

That means that he had officially become a sword cultivator, and it was thirty days ago.

This speed is not fast, but if it is placed under the premise that he is studying the sword scripture of Wanyun Zhenren, it is extremely fast.

Maybe Wanyun Zhenren was reborn, and he would not have thought that the sword scripture he wrote would have the descendants of Zheshan who would understand the original deep meaning so quickly.

Gu Meng was a little excited, turned his head and said to the bookworm: "Senior, I understand. ”

But the bookworm was just burying his head in the book at the moment, and he didn't have the slightest idea to answer him.

Gu Meng didn't know what was going on, and after a moment of silence, he shouted again, but the latter still ignored him, he rubbed his head, and then a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

"I'm so hungry...... Gu Meng forgot to sleep and eat and looked through the bamboo slips for a month, not because the sword tree was absorbing the qi of heaven and earth for him day and night, but I was afraid that he would be fucking stinky now......

There was a loud bang.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of him, and Luo Xue, dressed in white, appeared in front of Gu Ming, and the voice just now was the sound of her putting down a bamboo basket.

And the reason why there is such a loud sound is because there is a big basket of steamed buns in this bamboo basket.

Steamed buns with white flowers.

"Oh, for you, junior brother. Luo Xue laughed, still as good-looking as ever.

She knew that her little junior brother had just stepped into the initial realm, and she had to eat and drink, so it took her so much a month to make such a big basket of steamed buns.

As for why it's a month.

Things are also very simple.

That is, she didn't know how to do it at first, after knowing how to do it, of course, it took a learning process, this process for others, it may be a few days, but for Luo Xue, it will be at least ten days.

But after more than ten days, what should I do if I am not satisfied with the steamed buns made?

Of course we have to do it again.

How can this steamed bun made for the little junior brother for the first time be perfect, right?

Adhering to this idea, Luo Xue continued to study and start again infinitely, which led to the steamed buns that were now in front of Gu Ming's eyes.

Of course, of course, Luo Xue couldn't tell Gu Meng about the hardships involved, she just looked at Gu Meng with a smile and said, "Little junior brother, how about you taste it." ”

Gu Meng snorted, he happened to be hungry at this time, although the sword tree could hang his life now, but it didn't necessarily mean that he could really not eat.

"Thank you, senior sister. Gu Meng had a better impression of Luo Xue, and correspondingly, he chose to forgive Luo Xue for the previous persecution.

But when he picked up the steamed bun, Gu Meng felt that something was wrong, and he pinched it hard.

It was supposed to be a steamed bun that was deformed in his hand, but there was no reaction.

Gu Meng grabbed the steamed bun and smashed it the ground, making a bang.

Looking at this steamed bun again, there is no damage.

"Senior sister, what do you call this thing, it's called steamed buns?" Gu Meng looked at the big basket of steamed buns, thinking to himself how many lives he had to eat before he could eat it?

Luo Xue's face was a little unbearable, but she still whispered: "You just eat it first, maybe it tastes good?"

Gu Meng simply shook his head, if he ate this steamed bun into his stomach, he would feel that he must be a demented teenager who is rare in a century.

"Little junior brother......" Luo Xue pulled his sleeve, kept swinging, and began to be coquettish.

Gu Meng was silent, and even turned his head away, not looking at Luo Xue, the unlucky senior sister.

"Little junior brother, if you don't eat it, I'll tell Master that you insulted me before, Master hates this kind of prodigal child the most!"

Seeing that the soft one could not be done, Luo Xue simply wanted to come to the hard one.

"Senior sister, where do you start with such a thing as indecent assault?" Gu Meng was a little weak-hearted, but he still said with the mentality that I didn't admit it, and I didn't do it.

"Senior sister told me, you are not a eunuch, but you still looked at my ......" Luo Xue's little face turned red, if it weren't for forcing Gu Meng to eat steamed buns, she wouldn't have said this kind of thing.

"Bring the steamed buns. Gu Meng stopped Luo Xue in time, this is the thing he was most worried about after entering Zheshan, I didn't expect the East Window incident to happen so soon, in order to save my own little life, persecution will be persecuted, I Gu Meng can bear it!

Luo Xue handed over the steamed buns, and then looked at him with a smile.

Gu Meng also squeezed out a smile that he thought was not bad, and then slowly put the steamed bun in his mouth and took a bite even more slowly.

Chew.

Fell to the ground.

Coherent.

Gu Meng lay on the ground, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and his heart was like water.

Sure enough, the persecution will not stop.

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Well, this is the last chapter of my twenty-one-year-old me, tomorrow will be twenty-two-year-old me, a fresh start, and hopefully this time next year, we will all be better.