The three of them drank tea for a while and chatted for a while. It's all about some anecdotes about the rivers and lakes, or some new martial arts factions and strange people on the rivers and lakes.

Qing Xinzi suddenly changed the topic and asked:

"Yan Weiran, everything is still normal in the Snow Mountain Sect recently, right? Is there any major matter to deal with, if so, you bring it up, while the three of us are here, we will discuss, discuss, and deal with it together. ”

"Everything is normal, it is the task given to us by the master - to revise the 'Yanqing Eighteen Waves' swordsmanship, the disciple is stupid, there has been no major progress, and some of the previous revisions are all done by the junior disciple. ”

Yan Weiran lowered his head and thought about it, then raised his head and replied.

"Well, I'm old for my teacher, and my energy is not good, and I've been even more powerless lately.

In the future, Shen Lang will have to do a little more in this matter, your senior brother will be responsible for the affairs of the whole sect, and his energy is limited, Shen Lang, you will spend more time, and strive to complete the comprehensive revision earlier, and carry forward the exquisite swordsmanship passed down by the ancestors of my sect.

In addition, it is necessary to select a few of the disciples who have good martial arts talents as soon as possible, lay a solid foundation, and pass on the martial arts and kung fu of our school.

The two of you should keep one of you at home, and the other should travel in all directions, communicate and learn from other factions, and learn from each other's strengths.

Second, you can also find good martial arts seedlings outside, absorb them into my Snow Mountain faction, teach him martial arts, and don't waste the martial arts of my faction.

The rise and fall of a sect, people are the most important factor, needless to say the role of leadership, a hero has three gangs, a fence and three piles, and it is not good to do it without a good helper.

In the future, Shen Lang will do his best to assist his senior brother, and he can't have other ideas. The two of you are the cornerstone of the development of the Snow Mountain Sect, and the Snow Mountain Sect will rely on you brothers in the future. We must be united. ”

Qing Xinzi said to the two disciples slowly and earnestly.

The two replied in unison: "Follow the master's teachings, and the disciples should keep them in mind." Please rest assured. ”

Qing Xinzi smiled with satisfaction, nodded slightly, and said slowly:

"Alright, that's it, go out. ”

"Yes, master, good night master. ”

The two of them answered in unison, bowed and withdrew.

Early the next morning, Shen Lang got up to wash, finished his morning exercise, took a bath, and went to serve the master to take medicine as usual.

Walked to the door of the master's room and called the master twice, but there was no answer inside.

In normal times, every time Shen Lang arrives at the door of the room and calls the master twice, the master will agree inside. What's going on this day, Shen Lang called out twice, but still no one answered.

Could it be that today he changed his usual habit and did not meditate in the room first, but went out to practice first, Shen Lang was suspicious.

In order to confirm whether the master went out, Shen Lang decided to push the door in, the master's door has been unlocked for nearly two years, except for Shen Lang and Yan Weiran, no one else will come here, and they don't dare to break into the ancestor's room without permission.

Shen Lang slowly pushed the door open, and saw the master sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands on his knees, his eyes closed, smiling, and looking peaceful.

He called the master twice, but the master still didn't answer, and then he felt that something was wrong.

Quickly reached out to try the master's right hand, touched the master's hand, it was already cold, and then probed his nose, the master was no longer breathing. I don't know when the master has been dead for a long time.

Shen Lang rushed all the way to Senior Brother Yan Weiran's room, pushed the door in, and said to Senior Brother in a trembling voice:

"Quick, senior brother, the master has passed away at some point. ”

Yan Weiran saw Shen Lang pushing the door in a panic, and was about to reproach his junior brother, but he didn't expect that his junior brother brought him this news.

He froze for a moment, and asked, with wide eyes:

"What? The master died, wasn't it fine last night?

Before he finished speaking, Yan Weiran ran out like a whirlwind, and Shen Lang followed closely behind. When they went in, the master had passed away, and the two couldn't help crying.

Especially Shen Lang almost fainted from crying. The two cried for a long time, Yan Weiran stopped crying, wiped away his tears and said:

"Senior brother, the old man has left us, it's useless to cry anymore, now we have to send the master back to the mountain. ”

Shen Lang listened to his senior brother's words, nodded like a puppet, and did not speak.

Under the auspices of Yan Weiran, the Snow Mountain Sect held a grand funeral for their old master.

In the few days after the master was buried, Shen Lang stayed in his room, didn't ask anything, didn't do anything, and he didn't even do one thing he had to insist on every day during this period of time - writing the "Yanqing Eighteen Waves" swordsmanship from the beginning.

Ordinary people go to him and ask him, and they will definitely get a bad scolding.

The life of the past few days was personally sent by Lao Zhao or Yan Weiran.

On the first seven days of the master, Shen Lang ran to the master's grave again and knelt down.

In his heart, the master is no longer a simple teacher who teaches his martial arts, Qingxinzi has surpassed the master and replaced his father with status.

Kneeling in front of the master's grave, remembering what the master said to him and his brother the night before he died, it turned out that the master was giving the final teachings to their two disciples that night, and he was still worried about the development of the Snow Mountain Sect when he was dying.

Thinking of this, Shen Lang couldn't help but burst into tears again. After crying for a long time, he suddenly remembered how he could do this.

How can he be worthy of the master's support and hope for him during his lifetime, is it useful to cry, can the master cry back, it is better to go back and correct the swordsmanship handed down by the ancestor of the head of the Snow Mountain School according to the master's request before his death, and carry forward the martial arts of the Snow Mountain School.

Thinking of this, Shen Lang resolutely stood up, wiped away his tears, and strode down the mountain.

The next day, a normal Shen Lang appeared in front of everyone's eyes again.

Every day, in addition to practicing, Shen Lang carefully figured out the doubts and deficiencies in the "Yanqing Eighteen Waves" sword book, and then asked his senior brother to disassemble them, and when he had the experience and the conclusion of the revision, he recorded them in time.

On the day when the master turned seven, Shen Lang handed over the revised first draft to the senior brother and asked the senior brother to look at it. Three days later, Shen Lang said to his senior brother:

"Senior brother, I have something to ask for. ”

"Senior brother has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it, why do you have to be so polite. ”

Yan Weiran felt that the demeanor of the junior brother today was a little strange, since he came down the mountain by himself, he had been conscientious about the affairs of the Snow Mountain Sect, and he didn't know what the junior brother wanted to talk about, he looked at the junior brother in surprise and said.

"I'm going down the mountain to meet a friend, it was a year and a half ago, I have to go.

I'll come back about a month as early as possible, and it's only three or two months late, senior brother in charge, Shen Lang is no longer the prodigal son he used to be, I will definitely come back on time.

'Yanqing Eighteen Waves' has not been modified and perfected, I will hand it over to you for safekeeping first, it is inconvenient to take it with me, I will modify and improve it when I come back. Don't worry!"

"What do I have to worry about. You have to be careful on the way, go early and come back early. Do you want me to send someone with you?"

Yan Weiran saw that his junior brother was talking about this matter, so he naturally agreed, and asked with great concern if he wanted someone to accompany him.

"No, I'll just do it myself. It's not about revenge or fighting. ”

Shen Lang hurriedly excused himself, because the person he was going to meet had nothing to do with the rest of the Snow Mountain Sect.

Who is Shen Lang going to meet?