When he was ten years old, Song Wanxi went to the second-class sect Pure Yang Sect in the name of the proud son of Qingyang City.

Twenty years of careful hard cultivation in the Pure Yang Sect, he has practiced all his skills, and his reputation has risen, and he is also a first-class new generation of cattle in the Pure Yang Sect back then, and he has high hopes for the sect.

Innocent poisoning, the road to the sect came to an abrupt end, ten years of torment, and finally had to return to his hometown to retire and retire for the rest of his life.

If it weren't for Li Xian, a genius who was also born in Qingyang City, to detoxify, he would still be waiting to die in a hospital bed like a living dead.

The Pure Yang Sect is the place where he started, the place where he became famous, for many years in Qingyang, he still cares about the sect, and often secretly feels sad for not being able to repay the master and his old man's painstaking teaching.

Pray every day, hoping that the Pure Yang Sect will be famous all over the world, and fulfill the lifelong wish of the master and his old man to expand the sect.

Song Wanxi, who had been detoxified and slowly recovered his body, had thought about going to the Pure Yang Sect for some time to visit the master he hadn't seen for many years, as well as the same senior brother who was also a disciple of the Pure Yang Sect twenty years ago.

Unexpectedly, Wei Yuanwu, the sect leader of the Pure Yang Sect, did not tell him in advance, nor did he confide in any news, and came to the door at noon that day, and Song Wanxi, who was surprised and happy, trotted all the way to the door to greet him.

Wei Yuanwu was about sixty years old, his temples were white, and he helped up Song Wanxi, one of his most proud disciples, who was kneeling on the ground and was emotional, and said in a cordial tone: "Wanxi, your body is just right, why do you need such a big gift, get up." ”

Song Wanxi got up tremblingly, he was speechless for a while, and forcibly held back his uncontrollable emotions, and the master and apprentice entered the Song family's living room all the way.

The parents who have not seen each other for several years, and the master and apprentice who have not been estranged, seem to be still the unforgettable scene of a master and an apprentice in the Pure Yang Sect twenty years ago, or listening to the stern teachings of the master, or talking together in the pure yang night rain.

Song Wanxi introduced his son, and Song Yushu knelt on the ground and saluted, calling out to his master.

Wei Yuanwu said hello frequently, and looked at this young man with a lot of appreciation, and sighed in his heart that it was a pity, after all, it was still a little worse.

Song Wanxi talked in detail about his situation in Qingyang City over the years, and also asked some people and things in the Pure Yang Sect, Wei Yuanwu said one by one, and brought greetings from Song Wanxi's senior brothers back then.

Talking about the past, thinking about the past, Wei Yuanwu often sighed that this apprentice's life was not good, and his life was bumpy, but it was a pity that he had a good piece of material, and it also wasted the sweat he had learned hard in the Pure Yang Sect in the past twenty years.

Song Wanxi comforted the master indifferently, saying that it was okay, he had already thought about it, and the circumstances of his life should not be forced.

Wei Yuanwu, who could only shake his head, laughed bitterly, and did not continue to recall the past along this somewhat heavy topic.

Speaking of Li Xian, who has risen recently, the young man who gently relieved the rare poison of this apprentice, Wei Yuanwu sometimes grabbed his beard with a pensive expression, sometimes did not move like a mountain, and the old monk squinted his eyes like a calm monk. "There are a lot of questions about this son, and I am afraid that I can't say it clearly in one or two sentences. ”

Song Wanxi, who didn't know more about Li Xian than anyone else, echoed: "Master, that's right, there are too many unexplained doubts about Li Xian, and every one of them seems to be mysterious. Not to mention this detoxification, it is very strange to break the river and open the gate of heaven on the passing water river. There is also that magical jade flute, Master, you have seen a lot, have you ever known the origin of this jade flute?"

According to rumors, it is the ancestral heirloom of the Li family, but it is only a few words handed down thousands of years ago and the records in the history books, and there is no jade flute in the treasure weapon used by Li Chaoge back then. That's weird. Wei Yuanwu, who could hardly have a satisfactory guess for a while, asked.

"Master. Song Wanxi, who was quite cautious, gave a very bold and somewhat ridiculous guess in his opinion: "Could it be that Li Xian has Li Chaoge's godhead?"

When the master glanced at the apprentice, then shook his head with a smile: "Li Chaoge has been gone for a thousand years, whether his godhead has disappeared or has been inherited, there is no news so far." Based on the fact that Li Xiannai is a descendant of Li Chaoge, it is still difficult to conclude this unreliable speculation. ”

Song Wanxi, who had been thinking hard for a long time, but was not satisfied with the result, was in a hurry to speculate, and if you think about it carefully, this possibility is really not very big.

There is no conclusion for the time being, neither the master nor the apprentice has studied it deeply, and Song Wanxi is still angry about the murderer who poisoned him back then: "Master, after I left the Pure Yang Sect ten years ago, I asked you to investigate this matter, I don't know if there will be results over the years." ”

Glancing at this apprentice who had suffered from poisoning for ten years, Wei Yuanwu shook his head and sighed: "The world is so big, and the sea of people is vast. There are dispensable clues, and being a teacher is really powerless. ”

Although he had already mentally prepared for such a result, Song Wanxi still thanked the master with hidden disappointment: "Master, you are tired, you don't have to continue to look for it in the future, even if you find it, killing that person will not change anything." ”

Wei Yuanwu sighed again: "The sky is unfair." ”

Song Wanxi, who could hear such four words from the mouth of this master, was already very gratified, and in turn comforted this master, the master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent, just like twenty years ago, Wei Yuanwu saw the ten-year-old Song Wanxi, but at that time this child was very shy, and now he has washed all the lead, although he has not made meritorious contributions and is famous all over the world, it can be regarded as living up to his 20 years of teaching.

At noon that day, the Song family held a banquet, during which the master and apprentice guests enjoyed themselves, and Song Wanxi, who had just recovered from his strength in alcohol, still made an exception and drank many glasses.

Wei Yuanwu left at dusk, and he said that he was going to meet a few old people.

The elegant seat on the third floor of Yuhai was taken over early.

More than a dozen famous dishes of Qingyang City were laid out on the table, and the famous local apricot blossom wine was put on a jar.

When it was dark, there was no one upstairs, only the shopkeeper was looking at the door on the first floor, and it was really rare to have such a generous customer, except for the Li family who had recently been sealed.

Xiao Er was listlessly busy back and forth with not many things, he didn't understand the shopkeeper's thoughts, what the Li family, what dignitaries and dignitaries, had nothing to do with him.

The sycophants shook the sky, and the smile was piled up on his face, and he would not let the family take a look at him, the second child of Yuhailou, and it would be a great reward to give a few more taels of silver, do you still expect the east wind of others to fly on the branches?

Xiao Er never dreams unrealistically, the official is big and the official is small, he serves the same with money or not, he laughs when he should laugh, and he is too attentive.

The shopkeeper always scolded him for not coming to trouble, and he was useless.

Xiao Er didn't care, his grandfather's generation had no ability, and his father was like that, so he couldn't transfer it in his generation, why bother.

Work hard, get paid on time, see the world in this top-grade Yuhai Tower, and go home after quitting in the future, and you can also talk to your son and daughter about the prosperity of the Yuhai Tower.

"Sancai, you are good at everything, but this dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, which is not good for you. I'm not in good spirits, but I'm a big customer tonight, cheer me up. The shopkeeper opened his loud voice, and he was not afraid that this unmotivated little er, who had been working here for many years, would be unconvinced with a red face and a thick neck, this kid had a good temper, and he really looked pleasing to the eye.

Wu Sancai muttered reluctantly, his voice was not high, and he didn't see his unhappiness: "The shopkeeper, who is better than the Li family?"

"What do you know, Fenghou is indeed powerful enough, but the famous man is really powerful, not to mention being admired, he can also win a good reputation. ”

Wu Sancai sighed, and his voice was still very low: "Who is the shopkeeper?"

"Have you heard of Zhong Wansong of Wansong Valley?"

Wu Sancai finally suddenly realized, no longer the expression of the hanger, his eyes lit up, revealing a different look: "That Zhong Wansong who is 'Haoran is righteous and has thousands of pines for eternity'?"

The shopkeeper squinted his eyes, looking at the new thing, and quipped: "Yo, reading a book can make you sick, and you can also write two lines of poetry, I don't see it, I have the ability." ”

Wu Sancai grabbed the back of his head with his hand and smiled innocently: "You don't know the shopkeeper, when you were a child, you sang all over the street, which is different from the 'jade flute sound outside Qingcheng, and the demon wolf prostrates on the ground frequently', anyone will come to two sentences." ”

The shopkeeper was about to speak, when someone came in through the door.