The Master spent his fifteenth birthday with Li Xiuyuan in Wangyue Stream. One month after Li Xiuyuan returned to Wangyue Stream, on a drizzling morning, he took Xiaoqing away without saying goodbye.
The master took away the fine wine that had been aging for several years in Wangyue Stream, but could not take away Li Xiuyuan's mountain-like sorrow of separation.
At this moment, he was still hungover, and even the hangover was intentional by Master and Xiaoqing.
Chu Feng, the little fat boy, returned to the academy to practice practice after conquering a spring waterfall, saying that he would try again when there is a heavy rain in summer.
On this day, Li Xiuyuan was the only one left in the stone house, drunk and dreaming.
It was already half past time when I woke up, and there was a half-pot of meat porridge and a plate of pickles on the table. When Li Xiuyuan woke up with a hangover, there was a tear in the corner of his eye that he forgot to wipe.
Looking at the note on the table, I burst into tears for a moment. I saw the letter: "My teacher has left. Don't read it. Go and read it."
Walking to the foot of the ancient trees in the mountain stream, looking into the mountains, I sighed deeply.
Since the old Taoist priest who was kind to his parents, the master who was kind and reborn has also embarked on his own path to ascension.
I sat down under the tree, took out the iron piano that I had not played for a long time, stroked the strings with my left hand, gently adjusted the tune, and then played a song of separation against a mountain of spring water.
When you enter, you don't say anything. When you leave, you don't say goodbye. When the wind comes back, you carry the cloud flag.
There is no sadness because of separation, no joy because of new acquaintances.
Lotus clothes and luxuriant belts come and go suddenly.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan's music was out of tune, and the sound of the piano was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes deep, sometimes unrestrained, sometimes melancholy.
He wanted to drink away the sadness of separation through the sound of ding-dong.
From now on, there will be no more masters in the academy, and there will no longer be separation worries in the sky. From now on, everyone in the world will be home, and the place where the body is at ease is the place where the heart is at ease.
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After eating meat porridge, it was already past noon. I sat in front of the house and made a pot of tea.
After drinking two cups alone, Li Xiuyuan came to the waterfall and took out the Prajna heavy sword, which he wielded when leaving.
With three hundred heavy swords, he felt like he was back under the huge waterfall in the wild Wolong Mountain when he was in the waterfall. Draw out the sword, sheath the sword, slash horizontally, slash vertically!
Although the heavy sword weighed dozens of kilograms after the Shura Divine Sword entered his body, it was just right for training his realm and physical body at this time.
The body of the divine dragon has been fully completed. If he continues to polish it like this, he will be able to reach a state of perfection when he leaves the academy.
After practicing hard for two hours, Li Xiuyuan returned to the front of the stone house, changed his clothes, and took out a wooden sword that had been polished to resemble an iron sword.
At present, Li Xiuyuan's life has returned to its former peace.
Spend two hours every day practicing epee under the waterfall, and understand the sword moves of Qianlong Zaiyuan. I brewed a pot of tea under the stone house and spent two hours polishing the wooden sword that was gradually taking shape.
He even spent two days making a scabbard for a wooden sword with monster skins. He decided to walk around the world with this wooden sword hanging by his waist.
When night fell, he took out the Buddhist scriptures from the space ring and compared them with the Buddhist scriptures he had copied.
There is a familiar feeling, but the style is completely different from the font. One is strict regular script, and the other is thin gold with bones exchanged for gold, and the characters are like swords.
Half a month passed like this. Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in front of the house, did not wait for Xiaoqing, but instead waited for the dean of the academy.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan who was sitting quietly under the room, lowering his head and polishing his wooden sword, the dean smiled.
He stepped forward and looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "You can't see, but you can make a wooden sword so smooth and smooth. It's really rare."
Li Xiuyuan did not stand up to greet him, but poured him a cup of tea and said calmly: "I still have a sharp mind, so naturally it is not inferior to ordinary people... My wooden sword is not round, but it has not yet reached the point of sharpening." ."
The dean shook his head repeatedly, looked at Li Xiuyuan and sighed: "This wooden sword is still wood, how can it be compared with an iron sword? Didn't you already help Chu Feng cast a sword? Why not cast another sword?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly and replied softly: "Wooden swords have their own merits. If you don't always have the intention to kill, why would you always carry an iron sword in your hand?"
"You are using strong words to seize the gift!" The dean was a little angry.
"What did the dean do today?" Li Xiuyuan stopped arguing with him and changed the topic. "My house here is simple and shabby, and there is no delicious food for you."
The dean looked at his dull eyes and thin cheeks, with a hint of resentment, and said lightly: "Of course I came here to find your teacher, where are the others?"
The dean's tone was completely sympathetic to the junior, and it directly touched Li Xiuyuan's sore spot.
After looking at the dean for a long time, Li Xiuyuan replied softly: "From now on, there will be no more masters in the academy, and there will be no more teachers for me. The step that the dean has not taken, my teacher seems to have taken it... .”
"Boom!"
Like a flame rising, the dean stood up.
He looked up at the sky and stayed for a long, long time before asking: "When did this happen? Did he go alone? Why didn't you stay with him? What if there was an accident?"
Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled, paused for a moment, looked at the dean and said, "Teacher just wants to leave quietly, and doesn't want anyone to disturb his peace. He is not a monkey. Shouldn't he be observed by a group of elders from your academy?"
"As for who is accompanying him, it is naturally his beloved Xiaoqing. The dean does not need to worry about the teacher's safety. I think it will not take a few days for Xiaoqing to come back from the mountains."
The dean was stunned and speechless after hearing this answer.
He thought that the master who was recognized as the best in the world was really proud and confident. How could he have expected it?
After a moment of silence, he asked: "Then what are your plans in the future? Do you want to move back to the academy to practice? I can be your teacher, just like Wei Qing."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head gently and replied: "When summer comes, I will leave the academy and go back to Luoxia Mountain. It has been almost five years in the blink of an eye, and I have to fulfill the promise I made when I left."
The dean sighed softly, took out the food box he brought with him, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Now that Master is gone, please have a drink with me."
Li Xiuyuan was startled, looked at him and replied: "Students are not good at drinking, so they can only accompany the dean for three drinks."
After saying that, he got up and went into the house with a jar of wine and brought out two glasses and put them on the table.
When the dean saw it, he thought to himself that you finally know how to behave. He reached out and took the wine jar and opened it, only to see a stream of fragrance gushing out. He poured two cups into the cup, picked it up and took a sip.
Then he drank it in one gulp, looked at him and said quietly: "This old man!"
Li Xiuyuan remained silent and let him hold the wine jar and drink one cup after another.
Li Xiuyuan raised his glass, looked at the old man in front of him and said, "Students give a toast to the dean!"
The dean turned his head and looked at him quietly, and after a while he said: "To the master who has left!" After saying that, he raised his head and drank another glass.
Li Xiuyuan put away the teapot and other items, placed the food brought by the dean, looked at him and laughed: "In this way, the students have borrowed the blessing of the teacher."
The dean frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You must know that I brought you back to the academy from the bottom of the cliff."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied quietly: "In return, my disciple promises you that when I come back from the Shura battlefield, I will give you my life!"
The dean was speechless, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, and drank half a glass of wine.
After a long time, the dean slowly said: "I know the dangers of the Xiuxianluo battlefield. Are you sure you can break through to that realm when it opens?"
Li Xiuyuan said angrily: "My life is miserable. I will find a way to get into the battlefield, find my own opportunity, and try to find as many as possible... The teacher has left, you know I have no worries anymore."
What Li Xiuyuan means is that you understand what I mean. As long as I can get in, I can repay you for saving my life.
The dean looked at him and waved his hand: "This time you went to an unknown place with Chu Feng and eliminated the hidden danger. You have repaid my kindness back then..."
After a pause, he continued: "If you enter the Shura battlefield one day, don't always think about fighting for opportunities. The first thing is to survive. Only alive can you have hope."
After hearing this, Li Xiuyuan felt soft, looked at him and sighed: "Don't worry, Dean, I am very afraid of death, so I will naturally try my best to survive and try to give Dean a chance."
Before he finished speaking, the dean poured him a second glass of wine and said with a smile: "If I express my feelings for you, it will not be in vain that I rescue you back to the academy that day, nor will it be in vain that I will teach you for several years.
Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and thought to himself: "Jun Wuyou, Jun Wuyou, should I hate you? Or should I express my gratitude to you?"
From the moment he came down the mountain, it seemed as if there was a big hand pulling him back from the edge of fate again and again. If it weren't for his fate, the grass on the grave would have withered and flourished countless times.
I sighed silently in my heart: "If you don't come to provoke me, I will let you go, for my sake and for your brother's sake."
The dean looked at Li Xiuyuan with a friendly smile on his face: "From now on, when you walk in the world, you will regard yourself as a disciple of the academy. This will also make the monks in the world respect you and save you less trouble."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head, smiling: "Yes, it means, if it doesn't, it doesn't. How dare a student call himself a disciple of the academy?"
The dean was startled by these words. He looked at him and shook his head helplessly: "I accept it, I'm old too... Wait for Wei Qing to practice for a few more years, then let him become a teacher." rise."
Li Xiuyuan picked up the cup and said calmly: "In order for Wei Qing to inherit the mantle of the dean, you must take care of yourself and don't harm yourself for the common things on the Shura battlefield."
The dean shook his head repeatedly, looked at Li Xiuyuan and sighed: "If you want to get serious, who doesn't want to live longer?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly and said: "Since I came down from the mountain, I have been walking on the edge of life and death. If I hadn't worked hard to live, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sit here and drink with the dean today."
Li Xiuyuan continued: "Please dean, for the sake of the teacher who has left, wait until Wei Qing..."
The dean glared at him, thinking that the question he asked was really stupid, and replied directly: "Let's stop talking, Wei Qing is also my disciple now, don't you know this?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "That's good!"
After drinking half a jar of wine, Li Xiuyuan sent two more jars, and then the dean walked towards the academy with satisfaction.
"These two jars of wine are not enough to send me away. You have to give me ten or twenty jars more when you leave!" In the distance, the reluctant voice of the dean came from Wangyue Stream.
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From then on, the elders of the entire academy were in an uproar. In the Shura Heaven, where no one has ascended for thousands of years, there is finally a precedent in the academy, and it is a master who has kept a low profile for thousands of years.
Wangyue Stream suddenly became a mysterious place in the hearts of the college dean and a group of students.
The master had already left, leaving only one disciple, Li Xiuyuan, who had a crippled eye and a crippled leg. A young handyman who created countless miracles in the academy, but ended up blind.
For a time, students and elders from all walks of life wanted to go to Wangyue Stream to find out what was going on. Unexpectedly, a call from the dean dispelled everyone's curiosity.
Because it was not Li Xiuyuan who accompanied the master through the tribulation, but the little girl who had just transformed. The master had accepted a disciple named Xiaoqing before.
Suddenly, everyone's thoughts fell from the sky to the valley, and they instantly lost their desire to find out what was going on. They were all looking forward to Xiaoqing's return from the depths of Tianyun Mountain as soon as possible.
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