The young master was happy to talk about Jing Ye and told him what specific chores to do on the mountain, Jing Ye was a little confused, and the young master sat under the pergola and poured a sip of tea after speaking, and said: " Little junior brother, or I'll tell you again, remember, you have to get up a market earlier than us in the morning, go to the waterhole to fetch water, fill the seven big tanks, and then give us steamed steamed buns for breakfast, by the way, the day before you want to ask us how many steamed buns each person eats, there are nineteen goats in the back mountain, oh, see the bucket, change three goats every day in turn, milk, fill it and wait for the brothers to get up, after breakfast, you have to be responsible for cleaning, and then clean the courtyard, the cleanliness should be satisfactory to the fifth senior sister, before noon and sunset, go to the forest in the back mountain to carry back the firewood cut by the sixth senior brother, and then help the fifth senior sister cook, water the vegetables in the yard every five days, I will talk to you about the specific details, young master, and deal with the pit every three days......"

The young master crossed his fingers and said one by one, looking at Jing Ye's expression as he spoke, to see if he had written it down, and finally under the young master's repeated teaching, Jing Ye barely memorized it.

Then the young master's beautiful day began, the young master can finally go to practice his magic weapons like all the senior brothers, but he understands his own Taoism, and only waits for the future to be like the emperor and the emperor, and reign over the world! Thinking of this, the young master has a beautiful face.

Jing Ye didn't know why the day began, the pain never went away, so this day's life will be spent in a mess, but with the young master's supervision from time to time, Jing Ye also avoided many mistakes in time, and the young master couldn't find a way to self-cultivate, and he was idle for a while, but some still wanted to work, so he thought that it was his great responsibility to supervise the work of the little junior brother.

"Little junior brother, have you fed the ducks?"

"Little junior brother, have you picked up the firewood from the sixth senior brother?"

"Little junior brother, have you washed the fourth senior brother's pants?"

"Little junior brother, it's time to deal with the dung in the pit, young master, I'm here again, hahaha......"

......

In such a full and boring day, Jing Ye is used to feeding ducks, planting vegetables and watering vegetables, washing clothes and cooking on the fire, everyone is gradually familiar with Jing Ye, the young master will also tell Jing Ye the stories of all the brothers and sisters, such as the third senior brother was a famous scholar in the world, once served as a master for his grandfather, the fourth senior brother is the first gambler in the world, and finally lost his family and property, and was forced to go to Xuanwu Mountain by the enemy, the fifth senior sister and the sixth senior brother have been killers, killing countless people......

But about Xuanyuan Ruoshuang, the young master never mentioned a word.

The years dilute the memories over and over again, and the sadness passes in boredom.

Time passes day by day, there is always endless work to be busy on the mountain, Jing Ye always looks sick and busy, the young master looks at it and laughs: "Little junior brother, the rules of our Xuanwu Sect, no accumulation of steps can lead to thousands of miles, no accumulation of small streams can not become rivers, cultivation must start from small things, senior brother, I have been working for ten years and now I am finally waiting for you, and these jobs will be yours in the future."

At sunset, the golden remnant sun was imprinted on the young master's fat cheeks, the young master smiled very brightly, and the beauty was very satisfied, the thorn leaves looked at the young master's gaze, the green water and green mountains, the sunset and the remnant sun, for a moment, he felt that he was accustomed to the grass and trees here, used to this quiet and tranquil feeling outside the object, used to watching the third senior brother Mu Shoushan people keep playing with flowers and plants, and asked him for some alchemy techniques, used to use his eyes and gestures to guess what the fourth senior brother did not lose to what was hidden in the hands of the real person, used to boiling tea and cooking under the eyes of the fifth senior sister's exquisite kite, and used to the sixth senior brother taking the firewood knife from him when he returned from the night。

He gradually knew that the four characters of Xuanwu Yunfeng came from the handwriting of the third senior brother, knew that the fourth senior brother's gamble would lose, and knew that the fifth senior sister's dishes were very palatable, but no one ever said it, knowing that the sixth senior brother's hand holding the firewood knife had a layer of rough thick calluses, and if he held the sword in his hand, it would be cold and bitter.

However, Jing Ye has never seen the Human Emperor Xuanyuan again, and his leaf-shaped jade pendant disappeared with the Human Emperor, and the second senior brother rarely shows up except for the morning repair, and the young master sends him up the mountain when he eats.

In the time that passed quietly day after day, to Jing Ye's surprise, the poisonous wounds on his body were subtly recovering, and he gradually captured a trace of the mystery of the Xuanwu Dao.

Everyone on Xuanwu Mountain is busy with their own lives, and there are huge stones scattered on the cliff flat one after another, which are engraved with eighteen vertical and horizontal chessboard lines, which are all from the ink pen of the Kushou Mountain People, and the ink pen of the Kushou Mountain People who is soaked in medicinal juice all the year round is his Tao.

Jing Ye had seen the ink pen when he was arranging medicinal materials, and the pen was as soft as silk, and when it fell on the stone, it became a line of straight lines that were inches deep.

No matter how he gambles with the people on the mountain, the final result is that he loses, every gamble will lose, he never gets annoyed, people are happy to set up a kaleidoscopic gambling game, sometimes Jing Ye will come up to see him, but Jing Ye has never lost, but Jing Ye can't figure out the reason why he won.

As the only woman on the mountain, the fifth senior sister Linglong Kite has a particularly lofty status, she is busy like a housekeeper all day long, but her cooking skills, Jing Ye really dare not compliment.

The firewood knife in the hand of the sixth senior brother is his way, or killing is the way he chased, he has a fierce and vicious appearance, Jing Ye once watched him chop wood not far away for two hours, a light and a black tree, if the sixth senior brother has a sword in his hand, Jing Ye thought that he didn't know how to walk under him, because the sixth senior brother is different from Liufengchuan and the old harrier, he has only one purpose to kill the opponent in the shortest time with the fastest sword.

The young master said that the sixth senior brother and the fifth senior sister were a pair of killers, but I don't know how it compares to the cuckoo who ranks first on the killer list of Yanzilou.

The way of the young master lies in how to live beautifully, and the young master should enter the Tao with happiness.

Puyu Zhenren Codex once mentioned, "all laws can enter the Tao", this has nothing to do with cultivation, only related to temperament and pursuit, some people once had an epiphany and entered the sainthood to shock the world, some people asked for a thousand years, the so-called cultivation is just a means to sharpen the heart of the Dao, and the accumulation and precipitation of cultivation does not guarantee that it will be enlightened and manifested, and the Xuanwu people are practicing the sentence that all laws can enter the Tao with their practical actions.

Jing Ye has a very high level of understanding, and after he figured out this verse, he began to pursue his way, but where is it?

Every day, he got up early to finish all the chores, and quietly watched a few cultivators under the clouds in the morning light.

A person's expression and demeanor focused on one thing is always full of charm, and it has become a very eye-catching scene in the eyes of Jing Ye, so spring goes to autumn, winter flowers bloom, and in a year, Jing Ye quietly stared at everyone on the lonely cliff for a year.

Of course, he will often be in a daze at the pot of wine left by his master, maybe there is a kendo he wants hidden in it.

It's just that the world is impermanent, and with his outstanding understanding, he has not been able to solve the secret hidden in the wine jug after all, and the master's deathbed sentence "The sword is in the wine", but he has cultivated the imperial wine, and the astonishing amount of alcohol that is difficult to get drunk in a thousand cups.

During this period, he never went down the mountain once, first, the second senior brother said that the emperor specially left a formation for him when he left, if he couldn't go down the mountain, and secondly, he had a potential fear of going down the mountain in his heart, he was afraid that once he went down the mountain, the sadness would flow backwards, and the memories were overwhelming, so that he had nowhere to hide.

But at this time, Jing Ye inexplicably entered the Tao and felt the magical Xuanwu Qi at the top of the Xuanwu Cloud.

The special nature of the Xuanwu Sect disciples is not that their number is small, but that they can feel the flow of Xuanwu Qi and be recognized by the Xuanwu Qi, and this journey will be realized at the end of the 30,000 Thousand Miles Heavenly Dao.

The clouds were heavy and foggy, and the sun was setting, and at the moment when Jing Ye stared at the real person throwing the dice, he saw the thousands of wisps in the red light of the sunset, like the Xuanwu Qi overflowing with the warm sun, and the wisps were like swaying silk threads, making his whole body indescribably comfortable and relaxed.

In an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at the thorn leaves that were sitting cross-legged on the top of the clouds and slowly rising like a cloud, and the young master next to him had a baked cake stuffed in his mouth and fell to the ground at once, and he was stunned for a long time before shouting in surprise: "Look, everyone, the little junior brother has appreciated the aura of Xuanwu!"

It's just that the young master shouted, but everyone lost interest, and went to do their own thing, the young master was surprised like a fat girl flying up in the water, and shouted at the thorn leaves in the clouds: "Little junior brother, this time you can be regarded as having completed the 30,000 miles of heavenly path."

The delicate kite from afar below glanced towards the clouds, and shouted with a feather duster in her open voice: "Listen, from tomorrow onwards, you will do your own trivial work! Xiao Yezi will not be responsible in the future!"

As soon as he heard this, the young master suddenly wilted, and muttered: "Why, young master, I have only been comfortable for a few days", and his voice was as thin as a mosquito.

In the floating clouds, wisps of Xuanwu qi are surging towards the thorn leaves, the sea of ventilation, the jade mansion, the dantian, the golden light of the Shenhai, the five-color spiritual roots on the spiritual platform are shining, and the past cultivation scenes are intertwined with phantoms, from the Puyu medicine method to the sword technique, from the one gasification and three Qings to the Shushan flying sword, from the three blood qi of Li Hu, the demon wolf, and the Teng snake, to the thousands of divine combat skills, and the demon venerable battle body...... In the end, there was only that ink-black inch sword spirit left in the sea of gods!

Jing Ye floated in the clouds for three days, and only then did he open his eyes and spit out two words, saying: "Sword come!"

In an instant, the seven-star ink sword was like a dragon going out to sea, and the eagle struck the sky, accompanied by the 'hum' sword roar straight into the clouds.

Jing Ye fit up, one step three zhang, holding the sword in hand, after a year he held the sword again, just today, with the sword into the holy Tao, the way of the sword is only eight characters: "do what you want, the Tao is natural."