When Yao Sanming returned to the mountain, he did not go down the mountain immediately, but sat cross-legged on the mountain, hid all the qi, and became the sloppy old man again.

Since you have accepted an apprentice, you must be like a master.

The apprentices are all dying, and the master can't just leave it alone, right?

When I left the Sword Gate, I went to the edge of the Luo River for more than ten years, and I made up my mind that I would no longer accept apprentices in this life, but why did I accept them again on a whim?

Yao Sanming himself felt inexplicable, where could Zhang Shaoyang be able to see it?

It looks like a firewood, and it walks with a sway, and people who practice martial arts pay attention to bone surprise, even if they don't have that, they have to be stable.

Zhang Shaoyang doesn't occupy the same, but he has a smart brain and loves to ponder, which Yao Sanming likes very much, but if he is smart, he is easy to take the wrong path, and in the final analysis, it is still troublesome.

pondering and pondering, I really can't figure out what Zhang Shaoyang is good about, but this kid is really annoying, he was hungry for a few meals of game, so he deceived him into a few tricks to lay a solid foundation, Yao Sanming didn't feel that he was at a loss, people, you can't take advantage of everything, you still have to suffer a loss.

This kid has suffered a lot of losses this time, if he can get through it, maybe it's a good thing.

Then Yao Sanming thought of Xi Wan again, this girl is still very interested in Shaoyang, but it's a pity that Shaoyang, this kid doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, and he always bullies other girls, so he doesn't know how to be nice to others?

But Yao Sanming shook his head and smiled, this kind of thing can only be understood when he is old, just like him, when he was young, he just wanted to be the first in the world, and ran out with a sword all day long, and all kinds of women followed behind him, and he didn't follow the fool like a fool!

That Xiahou Gongling is actually not wrong, Yao Sanming, Yao Sanming, you are also quite negative.

As the saying goes, nine times out of ten, if people are unsatisfactory, just remember that only one or two good things can be remembered. Yao Sanming is not so chic, he has been on the edge of the Luohe River for more than ten years, whenever he sits down quietly, he will turn the past things out and chew and chew them, one point sweet and nine points bitter.

Fortunately, Yao Sanming is not the one who drills the tip of the horns, chewing and chewing, but he is not so extreme that he damages his cultivation and folds his Taoism, but gradually looks at it lightly.

If you want to ask if you liked the little sister at the beginning?

Yao Sanming is very clear in his heart, he likes it, and he likes it tightly.

When the little junior sister went down the mountain and went north and south with herself, her reputation was not obvious, and Yao Sanming at that time was already called Yao Jianxian, how many people could be like this along the way of the sword? The little junior sister was nothing more than one of the large group of women who looked up at him.

So this girl gritted her teeth and was going to challenge the entire rivers and lakes, and she killed the fourth place in the sword list step by step, and the little girl who chased behind his ass to learn the sword had unknowingly become a kendo master.

When the little junior sister waited for Yao Sanming's praise with anticipation, she only waited for the simple word 'very good'.

The little junior sister also followed a large group of admirers behind her, and she also brought it to him and pointed it out to him one by one, originally the little junior sister thought that Yao Sanming would be furious, but unfortunately Yao Sanming didn't, he just said lightly, 'It's good'.

So this girl was completely angry, and went to stab the rivers and lakes again, and there were enemies everywhere.

Yao Sanming thought to himself, why bother? Is this a simple place? Not to mention a fledgling little girl, even he, the number one kendo in his prime, must always be on guard against vendetta in the rivers and lakes, and since he has trampled people to the soles of his feet, he must be prepared to be trampled back.

It's just that he, who has taught the little junior sister swordsmanship for so long, has never taught her this truth, and when she only has the last breath left and falls into his arms, he understands that it is too late.

Over the years, Yao Sanming sometimes wondered if he had kept his little junior sister by his side at that time, would the result not be like this.

But how can she stay by her side with all her heart, there is no way, just a word from him.

It's a pity that Yao Sanming can't say this sentence, even if he does it again, he probably can't say it.

Yao Sanming, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, slowly opened his eyes, his face was as usual, and the luck pool was hazy, and he couldn't see anything.

......

Far in front of the Lantuo Temple in Jiangling, a withered old monk sits on the stone, next to a turbulent river, it stands to reason that the people of Buddhism pay attention to quietness, and generally participate in Zen meditation are in the temple meditation room, quietly ask the Buddha, but this old monk is not, listening to the sound of the river shaking the sky, he only cares about himself closing his eyes and recuperating.

There is only an old monk with an old skin left on his face, his lips are moving slightly, and he is estimated to be chanting, and there is a straight cliff behind him, and there is a thin water stream on the wall, which is swaying from side to side by the wind, but it has never been broken.

In the distance, there is a little monk by the river looking at the river in a daze, from his gaze, it is nothing more than an aquatic weed, a few leafy leaves are swaying wildly by the water, the little monk is not annoyed, it is several hours at a glance.

After a while, the old monk finished reciting the scriptures and shouted weakly: "Jue Yin!"

The little monk was still in a daze.

The old monk picked up a small stone and threw it at Jueyin, which happened to hit the top of Jueyin's head, and immediately beat the little monk to a shock, and then hurriedly stood up, touched the smashed head, and muttered: "Master, every time you hit it with a stone, you can't call me." ”

"If you are useful as a teacher, you will be stoned?"

Jueyin smiled: "Master, you have to be louder." ”

"If you shout louder, maybe the thread will break. ”

"Jue Yin, that water is so beautiful. ”

"It's not pretty. ”

"It's not good, you still see it so indifferently. ”

Jue Yin was a little sad and said, "Master, when do you think that small stream of water will be as endless as a big river?"

"It depends on providence. The old monk replied casually.

Jue Yin walked towards the old monk, then found a place to sit cross-legged, then tilted his head and continued to think about things.

The old monk found it interesting, so he continued to ask, "Jue Yin, if this small water flows like a big river, then won't our master and apprentice have no place to participate in meditation?"

"Where can't I go to Zen? It's not just this corner where there is Zen. ”

"That's how hard it is to find such a favorite place for the teacher, this small stream of water behind it, and it is pleasing to the eye for the teacher, if it is replaced by a big river and hangs out of a waterfall, the teacher has no heart to participate in Zen. ”

The monk said 'oh' as if he didn't understand, and then continued to tilt his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Probably because he felt that his apprentice would not wake up once he thought about things, the old monk hurriedly continued: "Jue Yin, this year is the time to send the disciples who copy the scriptures to the Translation Academy, this year, the teacher wants you to go." ”

"Translation Academy?"

"That's right, haven't you copied all the scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion, you're doing it. ”

"Where is the Translation Academy?"

"O Translator... In the capital, it is far away, thousands of miles. ”

The little monk fell into contemplation, since he was a child, he only walked from Xiangyang City to this Lantuo Mountain, which is the farthest, I don't know how many miles there are, and then, the little monk has never gone down the mountain.

Lantuo Temple does not have such strict rules, as long as the disciples are willing, they can go down from the back mountain, and they feel that they can't go down the mountain, the reason is very simple, it's really simple.

There are so many insects and ants on the ground, you have to walk when you get off the mountain, and you have to step on the dirt when you walk, and if you step on the dirt, you may trample a few poor creatures to death...

Master said that if you kill too many beings, the Buddha will blame you, and you will have no chance with the Buddha.

The little monk pondered, how many steps can be walked thousands of miles?

The old monk didn't guess Jue Yin's thoughts at this time, only to see that the little monk was about to fall into contemplation again, he laughed twice, and then he was not so eager to pull Jue Yin back to reality.

"Master, when are you going to the Translation Academy?"

"Don't worry, Master has a friend coming, and you also have a friend coming, so it's not too late to go back when we see each other. ”

"Friend..."Jue Yin thought for a moment in his heart, and then his face showed joy: "Could it be that Shaoyang is coming back?" I heard that he is also going to the capital, so it is time to come back. ”

The old monk didn't answer again, but said to himself: "It's been more than ten years." ”

......

When Zhang Shaoyang chose the Honghu Sword, the bead that exuded a soft glow gradually dimmed, and then the only bit of brilliance in this place gradually disappeared, Zhang Shaoyang fell into a long, long loneliness, he held the Honghu Sword in his hand tightly, and the cold feeling from the sword was very real, not like a dream at all.

Zhang Shaoyang actually couldn't feel when it was a real dream, because everything was like a dream, except for the Honghu in his hand was real, everything else was nothing, so he didn't bother to get up, just sat on the ground like this, quietly waiting for death.

He naturally didn't know that this was just the last wisp of his spiritual consciousness left, as for his real body, after his spiritual consciousness chose Honghu, the Soul Bead was suddenly shattered by a force, and then it turned into powder, all of which sank into the dantian, and then the powder of the Soul Bead turned into a wisp of light and mist, and began to float from the dantian towards all parts of his body.

When wisps of light and mist attached to those broken meridians, the meridians began to heal slowly under a wonderful force, and at the same time, on the Honghu Sword that had never been released in Zhang Shaoyang's hand, from that strange mark, a wisp of white essence slowly floated out, and then sucked into his body from Zhang Shaoyang's palm, and then began to circulate in his body.

This state lasted for a long time, until the dense fog in the mountains was illuminated by a strong light, emitting a dazzling white light, and finally it was over, and at this time, Zhang Shaoyang, all the wounds on his body that were cut out by the sword qi were strangely gone.

Then Zhang Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes, and everywhere he saw was white mist, Zhang Shaoyang smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "It seems that it is really a dream, always having such a dream, is it interesting, should a horse come out later." ”

After waiting for a long time and not seeing a horse come out, Zhang Shaoyang felt a little strange, and then he stood up with his sword, the solid ground under his feet was not the same as the nothingness in the dream, Zhang Shaoyang scratched his head in confusion, looked at the sword in his hand again, and played his fingers on the sword with a clanging sound.

"It's... It doesn't seem like a dream!"

"Could it be that I'm not dead?"

When he was still wondering whether he was dead or alive, the Honghu Sword in his hand once again began to suck the surrounding mist into the imprint one by one, Zhang Shaoyang still remembered that the sword sucked the power that suddenly burst out after absorbing the luck, he couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly threw the Honghu Sword out, but the Honghu Sword did not fall to the ground after it was taken off, but floated straight in the air, absorbing the luck of heaven and earth.

However, this time the Honghu Sword did not become so manic, but after absorbing some luck, it slowly dimmed, and then fell to the ground with a 'bang', Zhang Shaoyang hesitated again and again, and finally picked up the Honghu Sword again, and then he shouted into the thick fog: "Is there anyone, can anyone tell me what kind of place this is?"

There was an echo in the voice, which made Zhang Shaoyang even more convinced that this was not a dream, and then the fog above his head squirmed, and before Zhang Shaoyang could make a sound, he was lifted up, and then the whole person floated up, and a few dodges jumped out of the thick fog.

Only then did Zhang Shaoyang understand that he was in the pool of luck, and at this moment, he was brought back to the top of the mountain by Yao Sanming, looking at the surrounding mountains and rivers, and Zhang Shaoyang burst into tears for a while.