The current leader of Taiyi Pavilion is none other than Elder Xuanyang.
Qingxu's ability to grow from an ordinary person to what he is today is inseparable from his own talent and hard work, but more importantly, it is the careful cultivation by Elder Xuanyang.
After all, there are many people in the world with extraordinary talents, but few have the discerning eye to recognize pearls. In the end, before these gems had time to break out of their shells and emerge into the world, they were wrapped in countless ordinary loess and became nameless...
Not all experts have an air of immortality, especially Xuanyang, who is more like an old naughty boy.
Although he learned the pure detonating spell secretly on his own, Elder Xuanyang also secretly taught it several times behind his back. Otherwise, he would never have been able to make such a noise with pure understanding alone.
"Old man, why did you come out of seclusion so early?" Qingjing came to the main hall and saw no one around, so she became "presumptuous".
"You little bastard! You really are both big and small!" Elder Xuanyang said angrily when he heard this.
"'We are good partners, there is no need to shout so harshly...' This is what you told me, old man!" Qingjing said with a smile.
"You don't need to work hard for serious things, but you remember clearly when you fool people!" Elder Xuanyang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, pretending to be angry: "If you, a little bastard, hadn't almost destroyed the "Blood Ink Forbidden Technique", I... I really I get so angry when I see you little bastard!"
"Old man, you asked me here specifically to scold me, right?" Seeing Elder Xuanyang chattering away, Qingjing shrank with guilt, "Why didn't you notify my elder brother when you left seclusion early? Do you need me? Go call him for you?"
When Elder Xuanyang heard this, his mood suddenly calmed down, and he sighed: "Oh... come with me first..."
Qingjing had never seen Elder Xuanyang look so solemn, and he no longer had a playful smile. He followed the elder towards the backyard with a confused look on his face, and arrived in front of Qingxu's house not long after.
"Brother! Big brother! The old man is out of seclusion! Brother, come out quickly!" As soon as he arrived in front of Qingxu's room, Qingjing shouted loudly, wishing that his voice could be heard brick by brick. But even if he shouted louder, there was still no response in the room.
"Stop yelling and go in and take a look..." Elder Xuanyang frowned and said, stroking the back of Qing Qing's head.
When Qingjing saw Elder Xuanyang's expression, she vaguely felt something was wrong. Her heart suddenly beat wildly. Before Elder Xuanyang could finish speaking, she slammed the door open and rushed in.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a paper kite hanging in the hall, swinging in the wind. It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the paper kite is at this time, it can't hold on to Qing Jing's anxious mind, and is directly pushed aside by the latter and rushes into the dormitory.
"Brother?" As soon as Qingxu entered the dormitory, he saw the figure lying on the bed. His throat suddenly choked and his eyes became crystal clear. "Brother, what's wrong with you? Brother, wake up!"
Qingxu, who was sitting on the bed, looked pale and frowned slightly, but he didn't have the usual senior brother demeanor.
"Old man...why didn't you respond to me? What happened to him?" Qingjing saw that she could not wake up Qingxu no matter what, so she could only cast her eyes on Elder Xuanyang behind her.
Elder Xuanyang comforted him softly: "Don't worry, this kid Qingxu just contracted the bamboo fungus in the black bamboo forest, and he will recover within a few moments! The reason why I called you here is just to ask you to help me."
"Really?" Qingjing said half-believingly, "But apart from being able to make detonating charms, I'm afraid I can't help with anything else..." But when he said this, he exclaimed in surprise. : "Black Bamboo Forest? Doesn't Big Brother not allow anyone to go to Black Bamboo Forest? What is he doing in Black Bamboo Forest?"
"You don't have to worry about it..." Elder Xuanyang didn't want to talk about it any more, so he didn't say more. He casually changed the subject and said: "Although Qingxu's condition is not serious, it cannot be delayed. There is a body buried in the southeast corner of the courtyard. Jar of wine, go dig it out for me!"
"Okay!" Qingjing didn't waste much words after hearing this, and directly took the tools and started working in the courtyard. After a burst of mud flew by, Qingjing came back in disgrace holding the wine jar.
Elder Xuanyang took the wine jar, then looked it up and down, shook his head and said with a smile: "Why are you acting like a mud monkey? Hurry up and scoop out the water to wash it off. I'll take care of it here." …”
Qingjing was anxious, and it didn't take long to finish washing up. He couldn't wait to return and wanted to see what else he could be used for. But he didn't expect that Elder Xuanyang was not slow in his movements. He directly threw the wine jar into his arms and asked him to bury it back again.
When Qingjing saw the color on Qingxu's face on the bed, he felt much more relaxed. When he buried the wine jar back in the courtyard as ordered by Elder Xuanyang, he was covered in dust again.
Qingjing was about to scoop up water for cleaning again, but Elder Xuanyang called out: "Boy, how are you memorizing the "Blood Ink Forbidden Technique"?"
"I've already memorized it..." After saying this, Qingjing felt guilty for a while, and quickly changed his words: "Fifty-six out of ten, fifty-six out of ten, I should have it... But don't worry, old man, it won't take long, I will definitely I will recite it to you like a stream!"
"What's the use of memorizing it backwards?" Elder Xuanyang hit his clean head and scolded with a smile: "This technique is not a magic trick. Why use it to perform to please others? The main reason why I want you to memorize it word for word is mainly It’s so that you don’t get into trouble when you practice in the future!”
Qingjing giggled a few times, and then asked in confusion: "But old man...since you chose this "Blood Ink Forbidden Technique" for me, why don't you let me start practicing? I was still thinking about what might happen if I encountered something confusing. , I can also come to you to ask for advice!"
"Hahaha... It's not that I don't want you to practice, it's just that the time has not come yet! And it's not that I chose the "Blood Ink Forbidden Technique" for you, but it chose you!"
When he was young, Qingjing was weak and often had cold limbs. However, he was still young and never paid much attention to his condition.
Once he accidentally overheard Elder Xuanyang talking to someone, saying that there was a kind of Jiyang technique in the library, and his mind became active.
Although he was not proficient in various spells and spells at this time, he knew the principle of neutralizing yin and yang, and wanted to try to use this technique to neutralize the coldness in his body, so he sneaked to the library according to the elder's description. middle.
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. As soon as he arrived in the library, Qingjing realized that he was too short, so he could only climb up the bookshelf and search for them one by one.
It was always difficult to maintain the same posture. Just when Qingjing was about to jump off the bookshelf to rest for a while, his foot slipped and he fell backwards.
Although Qingjing touched the ground, it was difficult for him to balance. He kicked back a few steps until he hit the frame behind him with a bang, and then he finally regained his balance.
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when a black shadow fell from above and hit his head firmly, causing him to see a field of stars in the library.
Because Qingjing sneaked in, no one noticed. At this time, the two disciples on duty outside the door heard the strange noises in the library and hurriedly came in to check the situation.
Qingjing endured the pain in his head, and took advantage of the gap between the two of them to go inside. He directly stuffed the book that hit his head into his arms, and then sneaked out... And the book he brought out was "Blood Ink Forbidden" Technique"!
Although he obtained the "Blood Ink Forbidden Technique", Qingjing found that this technique was contrary to various principles of Taiyi Pavilion, and he really couldn't stand it! But if he returned it, he was afraid of being discovered, so he secretly found a place to bury it.
Fortunately, Elder Xuanyang discovered in time that the skills on the chance frame were missing, and it was only through hard and soft tactics that Qingjing dug out the "Blood Ink Forbidden Technique".
Qingjing originally thought that Elder Xuanyang would be furious with him, but the latter gave it to him and asked him to memorize it, saying that it would come in handy one day, but he said nothing more about other things.
So until now, Qingjing is still very curious about Elder Xuanyang's intentions.
"But old man, it's okay if you don't let me practice the "Blood Ink Forbidden Technique"... Why don't you even teach me the art of making talismans seriously? Now this detonating talisman is extremely unstable in my hands. Some people even say that what I practice is... Fart spell..." Qingjing said with aggrieved expression.
"Hahaha... It's not that I don't want to teach you carefully, it's just your physical condition... that's all. Sooner or later you will know!" Elder Xuanyang just smiled, "But I hope you can be patient, especially this "Blood Ink" "Forbidden Technique", don't practice it too early! And don't talk about it with others..."
"I understand..." Seeing that Elder Xuanyang refused to explain at any cost, Qingjing could only become dejected.
"Just watch the waves behind you, and replace the old ones with the new ones! This time when you wake up from Qingxu, your mind will definitely be much more mature. It's time for me to leave..." Elder Xuanyang looked at the distance and suddenly sighed.
"Old man, what are you talking about just now? I don't understand very well. And you said you want to leave? Where are you going this time and when will you come back?" Qingjing asked.
"Where to go? I don't know..." Elder Xuanyang's eyes still reflected the distant sky, but there were a few more clouds in his eyes. "I only know that people will go there at a certain time. Some people say that there is a place to come. Road, some people say it is a foreign land, but I think it should be a beautiful place, because no one who has been there has ever come back..."
"Oh? Is there such a place in the world? There must be no need to practice spells or recite exercises! I suddenly want to visit too! Old man, when are you leaving, can you take me with you?"
"Hahaha... you little bastard, you get excited whenever you are lazy!" The clouds in Elder Xuanyang's eyes were blown away by the wind, leaving only a hint of dusk. "Don't worry, old man, I'm quite tough. If It’s so beautiful there, how can I bear to have it all to myself?”
"There is a time for people to go, but there is no time to return. Everything today is as clear as water. I hope to see you again one day. Don't let me down, old man..."
"So can you take me with you?"
"Are you listening to me carefully...little bastard..."
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