Without any pause, Yan Liangshan continued:
"Qingyun, you must have understood in your heart that you were born weak and riddled with cold poison. I can't do anything about it. You just need to listen to Mr. Yi. Your grades are the best among all the students. I have already There is nothing left to teach you, and you will not come to my place from now on. I have finally repaid your parents for their kindness."
At this point, a hint of helplessness and intolerance flashed through the eyes of the old man from Liangshan. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said with determination:
"Finally, could you please send a message to Mr. Yi for me? Just say that the time has come and Qingxu is known. You can go back to the mountain now and never come back again!"
The old man said so many words in one breath, especially when he said the words "never come back again", it seemed as if he had exhausted all his life's energy. Looking at the student he was most satisfied with in front of him, He felt sincerely in his heart, how wonderful it would be if he really had such a grandson!
However, he forcibly stopped his mind, stared at Qingyun and Yan Nazhi who were at a loss, and repeated again:
"Still not leaving? Didn't you hear clearly?"
"Old...teacher...this...this is..."
After all, Qingyun is still a child. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, even though he has learned his father's way of doing things, he has not experienced the changes in the world. The teacher who used to get along day and night now wants to drive him away with stern words, which panics Qingyun, who has never been good at words.
"I don't want to repeat it again, let me go!"
The two mountain old men roared at Qingyun again as if they were furious.
"Grandpa, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly change your temperament when two unknown Taoist priests came today? Tell me what happened! You...you...you...why are you chasing Brother Xiaoyun away? Ah, I don’t obey, I don’t obey!”
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yan Nanzhi started to act coquettishly towards the old man from Liangshan. Seeing that he was ignoring her with his eyes slightly closed, he turned around and asked Qingyun again:
"Brother Xiaoyun, have you made grandpa unhappy? Or did you not finish the book that grandpa asked you to memorize last time? You talk, you should talk!"
His eyes turned red as he spoke.
Suddenly, Qingyun suddenly knelt down on his knees and bowed directly to the two old men on the seat:
"Students accept the order. Teacher teaches students to remember it forever. I hope you take good care of yourself. Teacher, you have difficulties. Students can't help you share them, so you can only ignore them and don't ask. Students will return to the mountain now. Please accept three bows from students!"
After saying that, he kowtowed his head and sounded like a bell.
The closed eyelids of the old man from Liangshan suddenly jumped. He just wanted to open his mouth, but quickly closed it again. Until Qingyun slowly finished his obeisance, he did not say a word.
However, Yan Nanzhi kept talking to the two of them, but one of them closed his eyes slightly and the other turned a deaf ear, which made her the most aggrieved.
"What are you doing, what are you doing, wuwuwuwu~"
It was difficult for her as a little girl who had never experienced such a separation. Yan Nanzhi didn't know what to say. Seeing that the matter was irreversible, he could only cover his face and cry, and ran into his room.
After paying homage, Qingyun took a deep look at this old house, which he had visited only a few times, but had deep feelings for, and the bearded old man in front of him, and stepped out of this place with mixed emotions.
When he went out, the dust on both sides of the bricks and stones was raised, and the dust stained his gown. He did not wave his sleeves. He was a blue cloud.
Avoiding those familiar figures that he wanted to look at but didn't dare to look at again, Qingyun rushed out of Liangren Village like a wind. He was in a daze and didn't know how to express his current emotions, so that his handsome face was full of dullness and rigidity.
In less than half a day, he saw the immortal and was expelled from the "school building". The conversation between the two mountain old men and the two Taoist priests made him vaguely feel something, but he couldn't figure it out and was confused. Then we walked to the trail leading into the mountain.
Just when he was still a little distracted, a clear fox cry instantly dispersed his complicated thoughts:
"Alian, it's you, have you been waiting for me for a long time?"
Qingyun forced a smile, as raw as an unripe date, and then squatted down and touched the white fox in front of him.
Like a docile kitten, the white fox closed its eyes with great enjoyment and let Qingyun caress the top of its head. Its snow-white tail was wrapped around its body and remained motionless, as if it was sleeping comfortably.
"A-Lian, are you hungry? If so, I have a hawthorn fruit here for you to eat?"
With that said, Qingyun took out the hawthorn fruit Yan Nanzhi had given him just now from his pocket.
He was reluctant to eat the fruit. The Yiren Mountain area was not suitable for jujube trees to grow, so only a few were planted in the village at the foot of the mountain, and the yield was not high. He originally wanted to leave it to his father.
But Qingyun has always been fond of Alian's tightness. He was afraid that she would be hungry, so he wanted to leave it to her to fill her stomach, but she didn't know if the fox would eat the fruit. After all, in his eyes, most animals with sharp teeth and mouths eat meat.
I saw the white fox happily rubbing the back of Qingyun's hand and preparing to eat the hawthorn fruit, but before opening its mouth, I saw it sniffing the red hawthorn fruit carefully, as if it was not a vegetarian or the fruit had some unpleasant smell. , she only sniffed it twice before throwing her little head away, ignoring Goodbye Qingyun, and went up the mountain alone angrily.
"Alian, what's wrong with you? You don't like hawthorn fruit? Don't leave me. Alian, don't run away..."
Alian's movements were very fast. Qingyun flew all the way without closing the distance. As the sky became darker, his figure slowly disappeared into the jungle.
Let’s talk about the two Taoist priests who left with their swords.
After asking for some needed information from the old men in the two mountains, Dan Chen took the young Taoist priest Dan Lin with him. The two flew all the way over Banren Mountain and Gufeng Town. In order to avoid the attention of mortals, they arrived not far outside Qianzhong City. The forest everywhere fell.
Along the way, the young Taoist priest Dan Lin seemed to be feeling aggrieved because of the previous actions of his second senior brother Dan Chen.
But Dan Lin was still very afraid of this second senior brother who was soft on the outside but strong on the inside, so he didn't even open his mouth during the whole journey, and just stood quietly on his senior brother's mahogany sword, meditating against the strong wind. , think about what exactly offended this second senior brother with advanced cultivation.
But until he landed, he had no clue. At this time, Dan Chen made a light move with his right hand, and the peach wood sword flew into his sleeve as if it had spirituality. Then he heard him ask softly:
"Junior brother, before traveling far away, to what level did you practice the Changchun Kung Fu?"
"I have already completed these basic skills."
Dan Lin answered slightly coldly, clearly annoyed by what happened just now, but Dan Chen was not angry at all and continued to ask:
"How long did it take?"
"ten years."
Danchen laughed when he heard this and asked again:
"Do you know how long it took Senior Brother to complete this technique?"
"With senior brother's qualifications, it will never exceed twenty years."
Dan Lin pondered for a while and expressed his true thoughts.
"Very good, you didn't deliberately compliment me. Of course, I know very well about my qualifications. There are many more qualified brothers in Qingxu Tian than me, and we are only at the level of the sect leader."
Danchen smiled slightly, with a little pride, and continued:
"I might as well tell you that I have been practicing Changchun Gong for forty years, a full forty years!"
After hearing this, Dan Lin couldn't help but change his color. He looked at the man in front of him with horror, who was not amazing in appearance but was full of humility and stability, and said in amazement:
"Impossible! Senior brother, how can such basic skills cost you forty years? Is it because Master doesn't value you and doesn't teach you other skills?"
Danchen shook his head lightly, waved his hand and said:
"Why are you lying to me? Senior brother is already seven hundred and fifty-two years old this year. He has perfected his concentration skills. At this age, he is much older than the talented senior brothers in Qingxu Tian. But I can use my concentration skills to If you have perfect cultivation and can handle the second senior brother of the sect master, don’t you have some ability of your own? These forty years of Changchun Gong are the best proof!"
Having said this, Dan Chen, who was full of humility and kindness, instantly showed a strong aura of pride. The tangible and intangible aura immediately infected the junior brother Dan Lin next to him. He only heard him say confidently:
"By accumulating strength and energy, we will be able to soar into the sky!"
As soon as these words came out, Dan Chen's aura suddenly became several times stronger. The shocked little Taoist Dan Lin took five steps back and almost fell to the ground.
"Second Master...Senior Brother...you...the cultivation just now, could it be that it has already been achieved?"
Although Dan Lin was over a hundred years old, he was still like a newborn baby in front of some advanced seniors. He was so frightened by Dan Chen's aura that he couldn't even speak.
Upon seeing this, Dan Chen hurriedly tiptoed over and put his hands on his shoulders to steady him. The continuous spiritual power of Changchun Kung slowly soothed Dan Lin's frightened mood.
"Junior brother, I don't mean to intimidate you with my cultivation. Yes, I am already preparing to move towards the realm of wind control. This is the power of accumulation. When the next martial arts competition in Qingxu Tian is held, who will dare to underestimate our sect master? One!"
After a pause, Dan Chen instantly restrained his heroic Qianyun's loyalty and became the humble and gentle second senior brother again. He then continued to say:
"This is all a digression, little junior brother. I'm showing you my cultivation to show you how I feel. That's not what I mean."
"What does senior brother mean?"
After getting up, Dan Lin also recovered from the shock and took the initiative to cut off the comfort of his senior brother's spiritual power. After all, it is not easy to accumulate spiritual power. Even the second senior brother's advanced cultivation cannot withstand such a loss.
"I have just entered the realm of wind control. There is still a long way to go before I can practice further. If there are no opportunities for me in the rest of my life, I will probably stop here."
"No, senior brother, how could it happen? If you want me to say..."
"Hear me out."
Dan Chen interrupted Dan Lin with a smile.
"Yes, senior brother"
At this time, Dan Lin nodded seriously.
"What you just felt was the spiritual pressure of entering the wind-controlling realm for the first time. As we all know, when we reach the wind-controlling realm, we cultivators can fly in the wind. This is also the most typical feature of this realm. As for the rest, senior brother himself I don’t know much about it, and understanding something too early will be detrimental to my own cultivation. However, based on your perception, do you know the cultivation level of Yanliang Mountain?"
