That night, Shura stayed in the master's yard.
Just because Qingxu told him that if he wanted to go to the mountain, he would have to wait until spring, which was not possible now.
When Shura heard this, he had no choice but to stand up, clasped his hands and thanked him, and said softly: "This disciple will disturb the master's practice this winter."
Xiuxu looked at him and smiled and said: "Tomorrow is the winter solstice, and the winter on Tianhuang Mountain is almost half over. It's time for my master to tell you the method of moving qi. From now on, it depends on your personal destiny. "
He casually pulled out a scripture from the bookshelf behind him and handed it over.
"Starting tomorrow, you will first make a copy of this scripture. From now on, you will use your own handwritten copy for practice." After Qingxu said this, he took a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookshelf, plus a Blank scripture.
When Shura saw it, he quickly took it with both hands and silently put it back into his space ring. Finally, he carefully opened the scripture that his master handed him, and saw only three words "Wen Shi Jing" written in it.
Shura suppressed his shock, put the scriptures away, looked up at Qingxu and asked: "Master, should I copy an extra copy for my sister?"
Unexpectedly, Qingxu looked at him, shook her head, and replied calmly: "Each of you practices different exercises. I will choose a method for her based on her physique."
"That's good. With the master and senior sister here, I don't have to worry about my sister's practice."
Shura thought to himself that Yueying's revenge was his own, and his sister only needed to grow up happily on the mountain.
Qingxu looked at him and smiled: "Life in the mountains is hard, you have to adapt slowly... You have also seen that there is a small town at the foot of the mountain where you can buy some daily necessities. If you find it troublesome, you can also grow your own vegetables. , go hunting in the mountains..."
Shura nodded and replied seriously: "Master, there is no need to worry about the disciple. After spring, the disciple will go hunting in the mountains...then bring him back to honor the master."
Qingxu looked at him and smiled: "Hunting is a way for you to solve life problems, and secondly it is to hone your skills. Don't be too addicted to it."
Shura replied: "Disciple, please bear this in mind."
Qingxu waved his hand and said: "The third room on the left is your room, go and clean it up yourself... Tomorrow at the winter solstice, you and Yueying will worship the ancestor together, and then perform the apprenticeship ceremony."
Shura stood up, clasped his hands again, and exited the master's living room. He was going to take care of his temporary residence and wait for spring before going to the bamboo peak mentioned by the master to practice.
Having arrived at Tianhuang Mountain, my sister's safety is guaranteed, and I can finally settle down and practice.
When he entered the room arranged by his master, he found that someone had already come to clean it, and even the quilt on the bed had just been changed.
Shura's nose couldn't help but feel hot when he thought that his left hand had not yet recovered. Finally, he found a sense of home from his master's mountain gate.
The room was very simply decorated, with a bed, a table, and two chairs in anticipation of someone coming over. There was a wardrobe next to the bed, and a simple bookshelf next to the cabinet.
For Shura now, having such a place is enough.
Fortunately, his parents taught him how to read and write when he was very young. Now, copying scriptures is not a troublesome task for him. He just needs to calm down and copy scriptures while recovering from his injuries.
"I didn't expect the master to be so considerate and even think about my recovery."
After coming back to his senses, Shura sighed softly, and took out the iron sword with a flash of his hand. He thought that his left hand was injured, but his right hand could still be used for sword practice.
After the apprenticeship ceremony is completed tomorrow, I will start practicing sword practice while copying scriptures.
"Unknown Sword Technique" plus "Wen Shi Jing" is enough for him to practice for ten years, or even more.
Filling the inkstone with water, Shura began to read the scriptures and grind the ink.
While I was thinking that my master wanted to copy the scriptures and practice them myself, could it be that he wanted to enhance his understanding of the scriptures while copying the scriptures?
Not even half a moment later, Mo Cheng picked up the pen, only to realize that just after months of not mentioning it, he actually felt like lifting the pen was as heavy as a knife.
The young man with a heavy heart finally gritted his teeth and wrote the first stroke on the blank scroll...
But it cannot be done, cannot be caused, cannot be measured, and cannot be divided, so it is called heaven, destiny, god, yuan, and together, it is Tao.
Because there is no Tao, it is not without Tao; because there is no Tao, it is not without Tao.
Practice quietly and never give up day and night.
It was getting dark, so the boy lit an oil lamp.
It was almost noon when I put down my pen again.
Listening to the whistling sound of the wind and snow on the mountain, I thought that I would have to pay homage to my ancestor tomorrow and perform the apprenticeship ceremony. I collected my pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and lay on the bed thinking about the meaning of the words I copied from the scriptures.
Qi is stored in the Tao, and the Tao enables Qi...
Unknowingly, he fell into a deep sleep.
...
Before the time came, the sixth senior brother hurriedly knocked on Shura's door with Yueying. Looking at his junior brother who was sitting quietly in the room holding a book and studying hard, the sixth senior brother wrote: "Hurry up and wash up, go to the main hall and wait to pay homage to the ancestor."
Shura put down the handwritten scriptures, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, please." After saying that, he took Yueying's little hand and walked out the door.
Yueying looked up at him and asked, "Do you want to call me master?"
The Sixth Senior Brother smiled and said: "Master has already gone to the main hall. Let's hurry up and don't keep everyone waiting."
The group of people walked around several corridors and when they arrived at the main hall, they found that the place was already filled with disciples from the temple. At first glance, there were probably hundreds of people.
Senior Brother Six looked at him and smiled: "Actually, there aren't many, just about two hundred people... Master said this is a place of practice, not a town in the world..."
Shura nodded and smiled: "That's true. The place of cultivation is not the market after all."
"Junior brother, come here! Let senior sister take a look."
While they were talking, a woman in green shirt stood under the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty, with a pair of phoenix eyes open, and greeted the Sixth Senior Brother and Shura.
When Yueying saw him, he quickly took his brother's hand and said, "Sister, this is Yueying's brother Shura. Senior sister, please don't scare my brother."
When Shura saw her, he had no choice but to step forward, clasping his hands and saluting: "Shura has met Senior Sister."
The senior sister Li Qinglian, who had black hair reaching her shoulders, looked at the young junior brother wearing a mask in front of her. She couldn't help but feel a little confused. She looked at the sixth senior brother and asked: "Now that you have returned to the mountain gate, why are you still wearing a mask on your face?"
Shura was startled, looked at her and replied calmly: "Because I have an abhorrent face, and I am afraid of scaring all the senior brothers and sisters, I cover it with a mask. I hope you will forgive me, senior sister."
When the sixth senior brother saw her, he quickly glanced at his senior sister, indicating that this matter could not be discussed in detail.
The senior sister was stunned, looked at the three of them, and smiled: "Today is the day for junior sister and junior brother to become apprentices. We must have a good drink after the ceremony."
Upon hearing this, Yueying replied with a smile: "Yueying and Sixth Senior Brother bought a lot of fine wine, and kept it for Senior Sister to drink as much as she could."
Before the four of them could chat for a while, the elders in the temple had already given instructions and the ancestor worship ceremony was about to begin.
Shura glanced around and saw that there were not many elders in the hall, and there were only nine people including the masters. No wonder there are only about 200 senior brothers in the temple.
It turns out there are not many elders.
The Sixth Senior Brother looked at his confused eyes and smiled: "Master said that Taoism is about quietness and inaction. The elders in the temple each perform their duties. There is no distinction between high and low. There is only one elder who is in charge of law enforcement..."
"The Great Elder didn't come today..." Senior Sister Li Qinglian began to chatter in a low voice.
The Sixth Senior Brother sighed and replied: "I'm afraid the Great Elder is not sober again today."
The senior sister sighed, pulled Yueying next to him, and held Shura by the other hand to stand beside her. This junior master Qingxu was already standing in the hall and shouted: "Are you ready? Elders , many disciples..."
Before the master called again, all the elders replied in unison: "We are all waiting for the auspicious time."
Just listening to the sound of the big chime in the main hall, the master, the elders and the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty fell down and kowtowed...
All the disciples of His Highness then fell down and kowtowed, their heads kowtowed on the backs of their hands, their left hands were retracted to cover their hearts, their right hands were exerted, and their hands were clasped in high fists.
Three rituals and three knocks. After the three heads were kowtowed, everyone stood up.
Listening to the master reading and chanting the sacrificial scriptures, some disciples burned incense and brought offerings. Then the big chime was sounded, and all the disciples chanted the scriptures, and for a while the solemn sound of chanting the scriptures rang out in the hall.
...
The ancestor worship lasted for half an hour, and then Shura and Yueying kowtowed in front of the statue of the ancestor and acknowledged their ancestors.
Then he kowtowed to Qingxu, served tea, and completed the apprenticeship ceremony under the watchful eyes of everyone.
After a hazy salute, Shura felt dizzy, but his sister held his hand to greet different elders one by one. When he finally raised his head, only Qingxu and a few senior brothers and sisters were left in the hall.
"Seventh Junior Brother, come here and let Senior Sister take a good look at you."
Just as he was thinking about returning to his master's courtyard, a woman's gentle voice sounded in front of Shura.
When he looked up, he saw a woman in a white shirt. Her long black hair was casually draped on the back of her head, tied with a light yellow silk scarf. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, making her look like a fairy woman who cannibalize the fireworks of the world.
When Shura saw her, he quickly clasped his hands and said, "Shura has met Third Senior Sister."
The third senior sister, Wang Wenwen, learned the art of refining medicine from Qingxu. She claimed that medicine could heal people but also poison people's lives. She was known as a medicine fanatic in Shangqing Temple.
Looking at the junior brother with a mask on his face, Wang Wenwen was about to ask again like the senior sister, but unexpectedly the master's voice sounded behind him: "Your junior brother has a hidden illness, this matter is left to the third senior sister. From now on, slowly Help him heal..."
The master's words blocked the curiosity of several disciples.
As a result, Shura and his second senior brother, fourth senior brother, and fifth senior brother in green shirts bowed their hands and bowed to each other one by one, finally becoming a family.
However, in his opinion, except for the sixth senior brother, the other three senior brothers were all very thin, so he wondered if he might get the wrong person in the future?
"Let's go to Qinglian's for a drink at noon. The place is spacious."
The master spoke, and a group of disciples cheered and embraced Qingxu, his junior sister, and his junior brother as they headed towards the place where the senior sister lived.
Qingxu had been out for a long time this time, and the senior sisters and brothers were all thinking about when the master would return to the mountain. Unexpectedly, the master would return to the mountain gate before the winter solstice and bring two little ones back.
It was lonely in the mountains, and suddenly two junior brothers and junior sisters came, which made the group of senior brothers and sisters extremely happy.
What surprised everyone was that before they even saw this junior fellow apprentice, they had already received a lot of gifts from the younger junior sister.
What makes everyone even more unexpected is that Yueying said that these gifts were bought by his brother and sixth brother after selling the weapons they had picked up from countless killers...
The seventh junior brother in front of me is so old that he can contend with the killers of the Moruo Kingdom on his own. This is an incredible thing.
It's just that this kind of thing is something that neither the sixth brother nor Shura, who is the seventh brother, is willing to mention. Only Yueying, the younger sister, talks about it with gusto.
In her eyes, her brother is a great hero.
A group of people came to the small courtyard where the senior sister lived noisily. Shura saw at a glance that there was a big lake in front of the small courtyard. The winter snow and fog combined with the mist on the lake made it difficult for him to see the scenery across the lake.
After entering the small courtyard, I realized that this should be a large courtyard.
In the courtyard, there is a bluestone-tiled house like the master's, as well as several vegetable plots and fruit trees.
There is an elevated wooden house on the edge of the lake. Yueying said that this is where she and her senior sister live.
"If you live in the mountains next to the water, you should be an immortal."
Looking at the beauty in front of him, Shura, who was usually stoic, also praised her softly.
