It was only halfway through April when Wu Shuang returned to the mountain.
It is said that the Qingming Festival has passed early, and it is now more than ten days since the beginning of summer. However, it is difficult for Xijun to show the style of summer. It has been cloudy and drizzle for three to five days. It is like a woman who has been reluctant to step out of the palace, knowing that she cannot change it, but still It took three steps to turn back and five steps to shed tears, quite reluctant to let go of such a beautiful scene in the depth of spring, with hazy skies and rain.
When Wu Shuang returned to the mountain today, it was rare for him to see a sky that was not gloomy. The drizzle was still there, but the sky looked much clearer. He probably guessed that the sky was about to change, so he raised his sword and stepped forward. I don't know why my expression felt much more comfortable. Even though the mountain road was muddy, I still didn't fly to wield my sword. Instead, I walked up the mountain road and looked out at the distant sky outside the mountain, where the drizzle was like the whisper of spider silk mist. I felt very happy at the moment. After all, Wu Shuang had been in seclusion in the mountains for two or three years, except for the fact that the False God often went out. Wu Shuang was not distracted at all. He said that even if Po Datian was as talented as Wu Shuang in cultivation, he wanted to smoothly cross the threshold of the Five Realms. , it is also necessary to walk on thin ice, and not to be careless or contemptuous.
However, since he has entered the fifth realm, according to Wu Shuang's temperament, he must have no time for leisure. After the mountain gate formation was repaired, he wrote four letters. On second thought, two of them were crumpled, so Qingque only took the other two. One letter was sent to the surrounding areas of the capital, and the other letter was sent to Beiyan Daze.
Before leaving, the old woodcutter had already calculated the whereabouts of these people, and told Wu Shuang truthfully that Qian Yinshang was still learning arts and practicing in a Taoist temple that was not visible in the world. It was a pain that I had never experienced in twenty or thirty years, but it was also of great benefit. But when Wu Shuang asked carefully, the old man curled his lips and said, at least it can be reduced. How can there be such a fat and fat young person among cultivators? Even if you have a decent talent for cultivation, you will always feel a bit inferior when you talk to people and report your family status when you are out. As for Zhao Ziyang, the old woodcutter didn't mention it much. When it came to that kid's origins, Wu Shuang knew better than him. Since he was successful in practicing spears this time, he might not be able to break into the house by arranging troops and formations, but he could still do it. It's just a small difference, behind closed doors, and the long-lost military books of ancient times will be published. If you can't go to the battlefield in person, in the end it will be nothing more than talking on paper and only knowing how to bluff people.
So Wu Shuang simply rolled the two letters he had already written into a ball and sent only two letters, one to Huchao Pavilion in the Boyu Gang's territory in the capital, and one to Beiyan, which had not seen any movement for a long time. Daze, first of all, couldn't worry about his little disciple whose luck was always on the decline, and secondly, he couldn't worry about his eldest disciple who was in Beiyanze and had to deal with more than a million monsters in Daze with his meager manpower.
It was not until the letter flew away with the green bird that Wu Shuang remembered what he had heard from the old man in the village when he was traveling in the rivers and lakes in his early years. It was said that if there were many children in the family, the oldest and the youngest would be the most favored. As for the ones in the middle, they had always been the most favored ones. If the mother is not biological, the father will not care. Even if he fights with others all day long, he will only get a good beating when he finally returns home. This is just because the eldest son is the oldest and has a heavy burden on the family, especially in the future. The eldest son will have to shoulder the burden for his parents; It is to add more love to the urination and defecation. During the meal time, most of the time, it is necessary to protect the young children and eat first, and add clothes first.
At that time, Wu Shuang just sneered, but now, looking at the two green birds flying into the sky with the letter, Wu Shuang, dressed in green clothes, clicked his tongue twice. The feeling of comfort that he had felt after seeing the distant sky immediately seemed to have disappeared. Lazily letting go of his hands, Wu Gou Qingshuang seemed to be walking happily through the mountain road, bringing up countless raindrops cut into fine pieces and falling on Qing Yi's shoulders.
Just after entering the mountain gate, Wen Yu has already come out of seclusion. At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. His face has lost two or three points. He used to be tall and well-dressed, but now he is actually too wide. His shoulders are thin, and they are no longer as thick as half a fist. , but at this moment when I close my eyes, there are showers all around, and the rain falls in the shower and does not disperse. It looks like the crisp rain from the sky is evenly spread over the square face, and the water is full of waves, just like a delicate water ball emerging from the flat ground. It wasn't until eighty or ninety breaths later that it slowly fell to the ground.
"I became a master in seclusion. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing." Seeing Wen Yu put away the formation, Wu Shuang stepped forward, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Yuqing's face, and smiled for no reason, " Boy Yun's eyes are not bad. When you went up the mountain, Boy Yun actually liked you very much. It may not be the so-called love at first sight. At that age, who has never cared about a handsome woman? It's just that he never thought of it. Judging from his temperament, which makes his face turn red when he sees a woman, how many weeks did it take before he could finally be happy with each other?"
Wen Yu stood up and bowed properly.
According to seniority, it was time for a big salute now, but before Wen Yu could bow down, Wu Shuang waved his hands and smiled bitterly, "This is a sect outside the world, and there is no need to apply the rules of the disciples and grandmasters in the world. In the mountains of Nangong Mountain, even Liu Qing's disciples can still perform discipleship rituals and kneel three times and nine times to bow down, but it is quite uncomfortable."
Since Wen Yu came to Nangong, except for seeing the master of Nangong Mountain a few times, Wu Shuang has always been practicing in the back mountain. Only later Wu Shuang sent a virtual god to I met Wen Yu who was diligently cultivating the formation twice, and learned that his young apprentice was very enamored of him, but it took an unknown amount of effort to make Wen Yu, who was originally quite cold-tempered, regard the young man as his own. The sweetheart of my heart. Not to mention that when it comes to cultivation alone, Wen Yu's talent is much higher than that of Yun Zhong, who was born with complex meridians. After thinking about it carefully, he was very interesting for a moment, but he had not yet figured out how to ask a few hidden questions in a subtle way.
"In ancient times, there was a saying that people from the same family should be matched, and this kind of thing is even more important in the path of spiritual practice. If two people have similar talents, they will end up in the four realms and five realms. If they live longer, they can probably grow old together. But if the talent is too different, If there are too many, it is inevitable that we will see the so-called separation of life and death early, and if we encounter a powerful enemy fighting to the death, it will inevitably drag down one party. For example, Yun Xiaozi has not touched the threshold of the three realms in ten years, but you, a girl, have been improving all the way in practice, in six or seven years. You are already sitting around looking around, or you are already able to match the masters of the four realms with your formation. At that time, even if Yun Xiaozi rides on horseback and whips day and night, he may not be able to catch a glimpse of the dust rising from your hooves."
Wu Shuang mentioned this sentence for no reason, seemingly unintentionally, but he narrowed his eyes and waited for Wen Yu to reply. The two swords turned around and hung above his head. The sword light soaring into the sky blocked out the continuous drizzle.
"What the master said is actually two different things," Wen Yu glanced at the bright light in the sky and shimmered sword energy, sat down cross-legged, pursed his red lips and smiled. Even though he had not seen the sun for many days, his face was slightly pale, but his smile was still the same. Calmly and calmly, "Besides, maybe Master doesn't know that when I went out to the Zhongtai Ancient Temple, although my uncle and I were in the same place, we probably had to take care of him along the way, and I suffered a lot of damage during the journey. I don't know how many places, even the meridians all over the body were destroyed, and the sword was handed out at the risk of one's life, so that the disciple and grandson's life was not worried. According to what the younger generation saw, even if the young master uncle could not enter the four realms and five realms in his life, it would not be a big deal. hinder."
"Orange-loving people like to be friends with orange merchants, not because they can always get two oranges, but because the latter have several carts of oranges at home. I am not one of those orange-loving people, so some people only have two oranges in their hands. I have only one tangerine, but I am willing to hand both tangerines to me and let my thirst be deep. This is the reason."
At this point, Wen Yu's face turned red, and he lowered his voice slightly, "Besides, my uncle's face is not bad, I think."
Wu Shuang was stunned for a moment, and finally smiled with relief.
It seems that there are really no such perfect people in the world. Even if they have a good mind and a great talent for cultivation, their eyes will still be a bit shocking in the end.
There had been little conversation before, not to mention that Wu Shuang had deliberately planned to embarrass this disciple. He never wanted to talk to her for a while, but he found that this young girl, like a person from Ji Nangong Mountain, at least heard these words, and didn't understand. Wu Shuang, who had become a master for no reason, was very happy. Looking at the drizzle outside Nangong Mountain, he felt even more worried. It's rare for my young apprentice to meet his beloved and achieve great luck for the first time, but this time Yan Jiaqing is accompanying him out of the capital. Although he knows that the latter is extremely capable, he may not be foolproof, let alone give it to Yan Jiaqing. He is a descendant of a fisherman, and given Wu Shuang's temperament, he is really worried.
The sky seems to be washed with water, the ink color is getting lighter, and the drizzle is beginning to stop.
Wen Yu turned back to the house and said frankly that her heart was still unbroken. It seemed that the closer the three-year period was, the more knotted and blocked it became. Although it did not necessarily delay practice too much, it was often difficult to calm down. Qi, depression and anguish often cause trouble, so you should still not leave the trap easily, lest you get into trouble during your practice in the future. Wen Yu also said that a few days ago, Bikong Travel seemed to have sent a letter, but it was a pity that Wu Shuang had never been in the mountains and came back again and again. He would probably make another trip in the near future, so he asked the master to wait for a while.
It was not what Wen Yu expected, but it was only half a day and the sky was turning dark. Wu Shuang continued to write letters in the blue sky, unfolded the scroll and looked at it, and suddenly became excited.
The sword light in Nangong Mountain is like breathing, and the night tide surges.
Wu Shuang, who was covered in purple energy, didn't stop for even a moment. Two flying swords held up his boots and he immediately ran away. After the tea hour passed, the sound of the swords whistling still didn't stop.
People for dozens of miles around Nangong Mountain heard the sound of the sword, mistakenly thinking that the thunder was wrathful, and returned home one after another, not daring to step out of their homes.
Wen Yu, who was still writing small characters in the room to smooth away the knots in his heart, also heard the sound of the sword whistling. The pen in his hand was slightly condensed. The rice paper that was originally lined with fine and neat small characters suddenly burst into large ink stains. He didn't know how to get rid of it. The tip of my nose is slightly sour, and it is difficult to write down any words, and I am lost in thought.
Ever since the boy's sword without regrets destroyed all his meridians, it seemed that every time he returned from the blue sky, he would hit his liver and intestines. He was full of fear. No matter Wen Yu didn't want to worry about it anymore, he still couldn't stop it.
