The clouds and mist in the main hall turned, and the person who came back into the mist this time was Zhao Ziyang, who had been waiting outside for a long time. Although his face was somewhat anxious, he stepped forward without losing his courtesy, and bowed his hands to Wu Shuang, who was sitting firmly. Yun Li squeezed out some sporadic smiles and said, "Disciple, please pay homage to Master."
"Master, it's actually a little early to say the word." Wu Shuang was not moved at all. He was used to the sweet dates that the young and old respectfully brought to his face, and his normal polite behavior was really hard to see. How could he do it for Zhao Ziyang? Moved by this act of reverence, he narrowed his eyes and spoke, "It is said to be a ceremony to become a master, but whether it is successful or not is still not determined. Even if I have the intention to accept it, but I can't pass the threshold, it is still a fate but not a destiny. You can’t be a master and a disciple.”
After hearing this, Zhao Ziyang could still calm down, but after Wu Shuang uttered the words "destined but not destined", he remained silent for a long time and then slowly said, "It is true. If the fate is not as good as the destiny, even the gods will not be able to save it."
It was only then that the sharp energy in the eyes of this young man, who had been sleeping in the rain and wind for many days, was finally reduced by more than half, revealing the childishness of a young man.
Come to think of it, the old woman in the village next to the wellhead is still talking about trivial and tasteless things, while the girl listening to it with a smile has been gone for half a year.
"I think I was just like you when I first smelled Ruan Luo Xiu Xiang. I was almost obsessed with it. I didn't know the smell of wine and red jade for several days in a row. Let alone touch it. Even if I got close and smelled it, It's enough to make the energy and blood pour straight to the coffin. It's not unusual for a woman to be more eye-catching than the sloppy men around her, and to be controlled by love." Wu Shuang saw clearly, and without Zhao Ziyang's own words, he took the lead. When this was revealed, his face and smile became a little narrow.
"After all, because of your advanced cultivation, all common things under the mountain cannot escape the eyes and ears of immortals." Zhao Ziyang sighed, then raised the corner of his mouth and said teasingly, "This ability is really good. I can use it to watch the women's actions in the room in the future. , is the most appropriate." Before Zhao Ziyang could finish these insulting words, Wu Shuang stared at the former with a cold face, the sword energy lingering in the double scabbards at his waist.
But after the sword light stopped, the fat swordsman smiled and said, "It's really easy to use. I'll teach you next time."
Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but be stunned.
"It's just a girl. If you really like her, you should make it clear to her right away. Why wait until the lover is gone and then feel empty in your heart? It won't help. In this case, why hang yourself on a tree." Wu Shuangceng Rubbing his nose, he did not feel that these words were too inappropriate, and said with emotion, "Do you still remember the footwork of Xiaoshenglian recorded in the Guanqi theory? Xiaoshenglian uses the term step by step to produce lotus. When talking about the latter, Over the years, I have found some clues about the origin of the word from ancient books. It is said that there was once a foolish empress who loved women's lotus feet. When a beautiful woman is brought into the palace, every banquet will be preceded by songs and dances, exhausting the luxury; and the empress even uses her own good knowledge to compose a song, just as the concubine's lotus feet are treading lightly. Dance, it was really extravagant for a while, and it destroyed the few people's support and treasury left by him. In the end, he handed over such a huge country to the rebels, and ended up dead and the country was in chaos."
"It is said that women harm the country, but it is actually the woman who is not at fault," he said with a smile, ignoring the gloomy look in the eyes of the young man sitting across from him, "Similarly, it is better for a woman to have a good life because she has lost all her talents and has to think hard all day long. Practice your skills, and you will be able to talk to that girl about your feelings when you meet her next time. Although the rivers and lakes are big, if you are determined to find them, you will always meet again. Don't be unable to get out of an acre of land in Nangong Mountain because of your lack of skills. I couldn't bear the wind and frost in the rivers and lakes, so I lost the opportunity to meet each other."
"Although Jian Jia is good, his swimming ability is very shallow. When he wanders back, he will easily miss the beautiful woman."
Although Zhao Ziyang has never been to the school, he always felt a little bit familiar after hearing these words. Since he didn't want to see each other across the shore, instead of taking a detour, it was better to swim across the shore quickly and safely, so the sharp energy between his eyebrows came out again, and it was even more pure than before.
Wu Shuang saw this and spoke lazily: "Originally I had a lot to say to you, but now I don't need to waste any more words. Those who can prioritize and act sustainably are definitely not ordinary evil people in the city, they are just living. When you encounter mountains and rivers, you are just inferior to people. If you give time to wipe away the dust, you will become a talent sooner or later. As a teacher, you have passed this threshold."
"Thank you, senior." Zhao Ziyang, whose behavior could be described as unruly in the past, this time bowed seriously to this middle-aged swordsman who could read people's minds.
Wu Shuang, who was sitting on the futon, straightened up and pretended to be angry, "You still haven't changed your mind yet? Don't be in a hurry to become a disciple. Go find your junior brother. Since we are from the same sect in the same mountain, you two have had disputes before, so naturally you have to It is not too late to seek enlightenment and enlightenment for my master."
Zhao Ziyang then bared his teeth and smiled, finally saying "Master" with peace of mind, then he stood up and ran out of the main hall door in just two or three steps.
"Jianjia is easy to get, but if a good swimmer fails to pick it, it will be a serious regret in life." The footsteps became farther and farther away, the man closed his eyes and spoke softly, looking at the back of the young man running outside the hall, his eyes were numb.
The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
"I've met Master." Wu Shuang didn't need to ask. With such gentle steps and warm tone, he must be the extremely tall scholar. At this moment, he walked out from the side and saluted slowly.
"We've just met each other, so there's no need for any extra gifts." Wu Shuang's tone was as calm as water.
Liu Qing took a step forward, used the wine jar in her arms to fill the wine jar for her master, and asked hesitantly, "Is that young man really good-natured?"
"When this boy thinks about girls, he is just like me when I was young. If he is such a ruthless, lonely, greedy person, how can he show such a stupid look? Although the city is not shallow, it is just In my opinion, he is still a down-and-out child after all, so don't worry." Wu Shuang wiped her words, stood up, and turned to her first disciple, "It's not a troublesome thing if you have a poorer background and a rougher behavior. I tell you not to read those trashy articles written by slanderous scholars. Nowadays, you still have a two-thirds bias when looking at people, which is not good."
Liu Qing lowered her head and responded.
Wu Dajianxian put his hand into his cuffs, pinched the three copper coins in the cuffs rather roughly, and said to himself: "It is said that as people get older, they become more and more sad as they age. Only now do I know what it is. If you can't help but think about old things, it will ruin your mood. I don't know what the old professor's current situation is like or his temper." When the words came to his lips, he couldn't stop himself.
"Boss, I'm just about to finish my apprenticeship ceremony. I'm going to ask my second brother to make a prediction for these two junior brothers and draw up two sentences. After all, he is the best in the mountain in this profession."
The sword immortal walked to the top of the mountain.
The north wind is blowing away the chaotic clouds, and heavy snow is approaching.
Coming and going always lingers.
If you let the wind and snow hit your mouth, your words and emotions will always break your soul.
