readx; Sword Sect, at the foot of Shixia Peak. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The setting sun dyes the horizon red, the green hills darken the ground, and the withered yellow weeds in the day look depressed against the cold background. When the sparseness of the weeds turns into thinness, and the movement of the wind turns into weakness, the slope seems to become a miserable world that has lost its vitality, for the few ants on the ground to play and run and chase freely.

To the southeast of the slope, there was the sound of water, and a small boat was floating on the river, and a young man was waving his sword on it.

The young man's sword was quite snow-white, and under the already dim sky, there was a cold light. If someone is deliberately manipulating the water vapor, it will not disperse after it is separated from the water surface, and it will gather a word after a short time.

A middle-aged man on the shore stood and stared for a moment, and finally nodded slowly, like an affirmation, like a sigh.

The handwriting on the surface of the water is scribbled, but there is a charm flowing in it, which makes people feel that although the shape of this word is ugly, it can't be scolded, because there is a good word that normal people can't understand, and it exists between heaven and earth.

The middle-aged man on the shore recognized that the word made out of the water was a good word, slowly stretched out his hands, and patted it dryly, the voice was abrupt, and all the minds of the young man dancing with the sword on the boat were gathered, and under the blade of the sword, a messy word "greed" was scattered in an instant, and all the water droplets returned to the river.

The swordsman in white clothes is handsome, it is Song Qing, who is stupid and stupid, and is slandered by his peers all day long, and the middle-aged man who caresses his palm on the shore is none other than the master who makes Song Qing afraid and awe-inspired, a person who is as stern and mean as a father - Gao Chongming.

All along, Song Qing would only see Gao Chongming in a place where everyone would see Gao Chongming, and when the master looked for him in private, it was already a haze in his memory, and he couldn't tell when, where, and where for a long time.

"Master!" Song Qing put away his sword and bowed to the shore.

The afterglow on the water is fiery red, and Song Qing's face is half red and half black, but no matter what kind of color this face presents, it is better than Nie Tianyang, who thinks he is handsome.

Gao Chongming glanced at this disciple squarely, and felt that Song Qing was pleasing to the eye except for being stupid.

"Hmm. Song Qing's respect was as good as ever, like the disciples he taught.

Gao Chongming has always been quite critical of Lou Momo's teaching, but his disciples are stronger than themselves, so that he always feels that he is not very confident when he wants to habitually express his dissatisfaction, so after Nie Tianyang's accident, Gao Chongming was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and blatantly said that so-and-so is an outlier under the deformed teaching, so-and-so is unbearable, so-and-so has bad morals, and is rebellious.

On the other hand, his disciples have a lot of rules.

"Calm, less changeable, Qing'er's sword is still so gentlemanly, but I don't like it, every action you do is too similar to me, and every time I punish you, it's not for you to be like me. Gao Chongming didn't know whether it was criticism or praise, but in any case, it was much better than the beginning, thinking about the beginning, every time he saw Gao Chongming, Song Qing didn't want to think about it anymore.

Song Qing didn't know what to say, because in his impression, Gao Chongming seemed to let him nod his head only if he was a disciple like him.

For this, he was in agony.

Now, as Gao Chongming said, he didn't like his disciples to imitate him, then wouldn't his painstaking simulation be meaningless? As soon as he thought of this, Song Qing didn't want to think about it anymore, so he had to pretend that he hadn't heard it, so that he could be happier.

He didn't know when he would become less obedient and silently resist.

Seeing that Song Qing was silent, as if he was thinking about his words, Gao Chongming didn't think about it, and even deliberately eased his tone.

"But you don't have no strengths, you can't be sharpened, you can be regarded as a rare type of disciple in the sect. ”

Speaking of this, Song Qing suddenly surprised Gao Chongming, nodded approvingly, and said: "That's right, Tianyang said, I am too dull, unlike the disciples of the Sword Sect, if the master sends me down the mountain, I will definitely embarrass the master, so I am advised to practice more swords, and less to disturb the master, I want to come to visit the master for all these years, and ask the master not to be angry with the disciple, and understand the painstaking feeling of the disciple being ashamed to see each other." ”

Song Qing here said Master don't be angry, Gao Chongming over there immediately sank his face, his eyebrows condensed with jet-black majesty, heavy like the green mountains behind him that were getting darker and darker.

"What is he talking about, what is it that will definitely disgrace me, will you embarrass me, and it will be his turn to be a rebellious of the Sword Sect?" Gao Chongming's face was hideous when he was angry, which was exactly the expression that Song Qing was extremely afraid of when he was young.

"So Qing'er kept saying no to Tianyang, and told him that Master just thinks that my sword still needs to be carved and is not suitable for going down the mountain. Song Qing saw that Gao Chongming seemed to be angry, and explained, but there was no anxiety on his face, and he was as quiet as ever.

Gao Chongming glanced at Song Qing deeply, and intuitively felt that this apprentice had been messing with Nie Tianyang for too long, and he was also infected with a rebellious atmosphere, and his tone was like him.

"You've been on the peak for twelve years, and it's time to go down to the mountain to have some experience. ”

Gao Chongming relieved, Song Qing was slightly happy in his heart, he pondered that maybe Gao Chongming suddenly came to him this time, maybe it was for this matter, thinking of this, the depression in Song Qing's heart suddenly showed signs of probation. Slowly, his eyes tightened as he stared at Gao Chongming.

However, Gao Chongming's next sentence once again made the depression in Song Qing's heart solidify.

"Nie Tianyang's matter, you can also count it as one, the sect doesn't want to impress the fight, and the head of the sect also thinks that the fewer people the better, then, as the last one, go and hunt down the rebellious Nie Tianyang, in fact, it is a hunt, and there is no need to arrest it, because in essence, what the sect issued is a hunt and kill order. ”

Song Qing's body shook, and he once again became restrained in front of Gao Chongming, he had been excited to get rid of this, but now he was back to the original point, it seemed that Gao Chongming could hold his heart and clench him fiercely when he relaxed.

"Nie Tianyang is no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect, I happened to come to you today to talk about him, in the future, if it is in front of me, don't mention him. ”

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