The old man and the young man on the bamboo peak were thinking about what to eat at night.
Shura was busy in the kitchen. He wanted to cook a pot of pheasant and bamboo shoot porridge to thank the old man in front of him.
A group of people at the foot of the mountain had already become a mess. The senior sister dragged Master Qingxu into the courtyard where she lived. Several senior brothers and junior sisters had already gathered.
Two major matters were before them, and they needed to consult their master for instructions.
First, three tribulation thunders suddenly sounded on the Bamboo Peak today. According to the third senior sister, there was only one seventh junior brother on the entire Bamboo Peak. So come on, even if the Seventh Junior Brother builds the foundation in one day, does building the foundation require overcoming a tribulation?
Second, there is no way to go up to Bamboo Peak, no matter which way you go. Sixth Senior Brother and Third Senior Sister tried many times with Yueying, but found that they could not go up to Buzhu Peak no matter what.
A natural magic circle rose from the middle of the mountain and blocked the entire bamboo peak.
Junior brother does not have this ability. If it is an elder in the temple, who would it be?
"Master, Yueying can't go up to Bamboo Peak!" By summer, Yueying would be nine years old.
"Master, you said that my junior brother only goes up the mountain in the spring. How can he, a guy at the eighth level of Qi refining, invite disaster from heaven?" The senior sister frowned tightly.
All these circumstances indicate that something must have happened to the junior brother, otherwise he would not be able to climb the Bamboo Peak.
When Qingxu heard this, he looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Just take care of yourselves. Since you have tried and failed to go up, then naturally I can't go up as a teacher. Don't forget, there is a mountain-protecting formation in the sect. ."
When the sixth senior brother heard this, he couldn't help but open his mouth and said: "Master, what you mean is that this is a formation within a formation, and a certain elder fell in love with the younger junior brother and went up the mountain to keep him company?"
Third Senior Sister also replied: "That's not impossible. Otherwise, why didn't he just seal off my mountain stream as well?"
The senior sister looked at everyone and smiled bitterly: "But doesn't my junior brother already have a teacher? Who else in this temple can be his master?"
Qingxu looked at her, shook his head, and replied: "Don't forget, there is a great elder who even as a teacher can't do anything to him. He is the most powerful in our Shangqing Temple..."
Even Qingxu frowned when he thought of the great elder who was sometimes normal and sometimes crazy.
When the senior elder sister heard this, she couldn't help but worry for the seventh junior brother. After all, the elder was a troublesome old man.
The third senior sister giggled when she heard this, looked at everyone and said, "Now that's good, my junior brother has met a weirdo who can deal with him."
The sixth senior brother thought for a while, looked at Qingxu and asked: "In that case, master, do you want to go up and try it, ask the elder to see if the junior brother has really built a foundation to overcome the tribulation."
Qingxu looked at everyone and shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "There is already a role model in front of you. Don't you have a little pressure? Are you waiting for your seventh junior brother to surpass you in just a few years?"
Yueying glanced at Senior Sister, clenched her fist and said, "Senior Sister, Yueying must be as powerful as my brother."
The senior sister laughed angrily at her appearance and replied: "Then why don't you go back to practice swordsmanship quickly, so that you can improve your cultivation by staying here with the master?"
Upon hearing this, Yueying screamed and ran out the door.
"Sister, you are so fierce!"
In the distance, Yueying's giggle could be heard.
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Shura broke through the tribulation on the mountain, because the sudden appearance of the old man activated a large formation in the mountain, preventing a group of curious senior sisters and brothers from coming up, but it allowed him to calm down and practice.
However, he is also troubled by this matter now.
That is, it turns out that the small stone house only has one small bed. When the old man comes, he can only sleep on the floor.
It's just that for the sake of seeing the old man helping him break through the situation, he got used to it in two days. After all, he is not a sleepy guy.
Shura on the mountain never thought about going down the mountain, and he didn't know that the senior brothers and sisters at the bottom of the mountain could no longer come up.
But as time went by, he thought everyone slowly forgot about him.
I wonder if the master would throw his most beloved disciple into practicing on a bamboo peak alone?
What can you learn by staying alone on the Bamboo Peak during the most precious time of your life?
He didn't even learn the swordsmanship from the senior sister or the medicine refining from the third senior sister, but he went up to Bamboo Peak alone, a place where no bird would fly.
Since going up the mountain, Shura has never gone down the mountain.
All his daily necessities were bought for him by Sixth Senior Brother before, and later the old man brought a lot more. The only person he had ever seen was the mysterious old man in front of him.
Master Qingxu will not come to Zhufeng, so he will naturally not be able to see him.
Shura has become accustomed to this kind of quiet practice life. This is the habit he developed in the Luoshi Mountain Villa. He can live in the bustle, but he prefers the tranquility in front of him.
It's not that Shura doesn't want to go down the mountain, but that he is really busy.
He was almost never idle when reading, practicing swordsmanship, practicing Wen Shi Jing, and going hunting in the mountains.
The old man took him into the mountains to hunt for a second time, and he no longer cared about him. From time to time, he would be asked to go to the back mountain alone to hunt some pheasants and roast them for dinner.
As for practice? The old man said that Wen Shi Jing was already very good and he had no better method.
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The old man, who had nothing to do, even forced Shura to open several vegetable plots on the mountain. He also said that he had brought vegetable seeds back from the mountain and asked the young man to grow vegetables for himself.
As a result, Shura now has to dig land in the mountains to grow tea every day in addition to practicing. White radish, carrot, all kinds of green vegetables, I always brought out a big bag of seeds.
"Grow well, grow more, and pickle it with salt if you can't finish it. Then we won't be hungry in the winter."
The old man was chatting with Shura while making tea. The way he looked was like his own children doing farm work.
Yueying didn't know how long it had been since she came to see her brother.
The young Shura in front of him seemed to have evaporated from the world and disappeared into the lives of the disciples at Shangqing Temple.
Fortunately, the kitchen was full of rice, oil, and salt. When there was not enough meat, the old man and the young boy would go hunting in the mountains from time to time.
Later, the vegetable seeds brought back by the old man were sprouted in the ground, took root and grew leaves, and the old man and his children cooked the vegetables they grew themselves and ate them, so they were not short of food or clothing.
The whole world seemed to have forgotten the boy.
He himself is like a happy little wild man, living and practicing in this world of his own.
Even at the summer solstice this year, the Sixth Senior Brother did not show up, and Yueying did not come up to see him.
I thought that I still had a lot of gold coins in my space ring. When these daily necessities were used up, I would go down the mountain to purchase them.
However, the old man did not give him a chance to spend money.
On this day, the old man hummed a small tune and walked unhurriedly to the bottom of the book. He did not ask the young Shura what he wanted to bring back.
The boy was not in a hurry, thinking that the rice and oil in the kitchen would last for two months. Now, as long as he has no worries about life, he has no desire to go down the mountain.
The cultivation level of any of the senior sisters and brothers at the foot of the mountain is not something he can look up to. He has to practice hard and try to catch up in two or three years.
At the very least, he has to catch up with the sixth senior brother's cultivation.
He didn't have high confidence in himself before, but since this mysterious old man came and allowed himself to break twice in a day and then build a foundation, he saw new hope.
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Soon it will be the summer solstice, and this day is my mother's birthday.
Every summer solstice, my father would prepare a table full of wine and food to celebrate my mother, and even the owner and his family would come over to join in the fun. In his memory, besides the Chinese New Year, the Summer Solstice is the most lively.
After returning from sword practice in the morning, the old man went to nowhere, leaving Shura alone.
He wanted to prepare a table for his dead father and mother, as well as his brother and sister.
The young Shura killed a pheasant, cooked a caught fish, fried a plate of tofu and a plate of bamboo shoots, which were his mother's favorite dishes.
After pouring himself a bowl of wine, the young Shura looked up at the sky above the bamboo peak. Youyou sighed: "My life is born to be miserable, so what? I will not bow to the sky!"
After speaking, he picked up the cup and took a sip of wine.
Dad, you want to have more than enough every year. I fried a fish today.
Mother, you like chicken. I cooked a pheasant today.
Sister, you like to eat bamboo shoots. Today I fried a plate of bamboo shoots.
By the time he finished speaking, the young man's face was already filled with tears and he couldn't stop crying.
Father, mother, brother, and sister, how are you in heaven?
The old man who came back from a walk in the mountains stopped ten feet away from the stone house. He smelled the aroma of wine, heard the young man's voice, and saw the tears on the child's face.
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but it's just not the time to feel sad.
The old man walked to the front of the house and sat down silently. He stretched out his hand to pour himself a bowl of wine. After thinking about it, he reached out and flicked a few drops of wine into the sky. He looked at Shura and said, "A toast to you!"
Shura was startled, and saw the tears on the old man's face getting worse, and cried: "A toast to my parents, brothers, sisters and relatives..."
The old man drank up the wine in the bowl in one gulp, poured another glass, and said: "One glass to the ghosts and gods!"
Shura wiped the tears on his face with his black sleeves, looked at the smiling man and said with a smile: "A toast to myself, the living self!"
The old man looked at the young man in front of him, with tears rolling in his eyes. He laughed and said, "Yes, respect yourself while you are alive. Only by living well can you avenge your loved ones."
Shura poured half a glass of wine into his own glass, and added more to the old man, and then said: "The last glass is for senior, so that I can have a chance to live for revenge!"
After speaking, he drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, and without waiting for the old man to reply, he lay on the table unconscious.
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At the summer solstice of this year, Shura got drunk for the first time.
The mountain breeze outside the house blew gently, as if it did not want to disturb the sweet dream of the young man in front of him, so that he could reunite with his relatives in his dream.
At some unknown time, Qingxu brought Yueying to the outside of the stone house.
The old man looked up at him and murmured to himself: "Who are you and what are you doing here? Little girl, do you know this guy in the house?"
"Grandpa, he is Yueying's brother. Why did grandpa get my brother drunk?"
The old man took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. Although he did not understand the words that the young man was nagging, he understood the young man's loneliness and sadness.
Qingxu gently patted Yueying's little hand, sat in front of the old man, and didn't speak for a long time.
"One cup to the past! One cup to my parents, one cup to myself, and one cup to the ghosts and gods! What a Shura, you really deserve to be my Qingxu disciple."
Qingxu sighed, looked at the old man in front of him and said jokingly.
"Could it be that you know this guy's past..." The old man glared at him and asked.
"This child's life is miserable. These two children are both miserable." Qingxu sighed, poured a glass of wine and drank it.
The old man tore a chicken leg for Yue Ying and put it in Yue Ying's bowl. He smiled bitterly and said, "Your brother prepared a whole table of food, but he got drunk after just a few bites."
Yueying took the chicken drumstick from the old man's hand, looked at him and nodded: "Brother misses his mother..."
Qingxu looked at the old man and asked: "I said, you are a good old man, why are you sealing this mountain? Or do you want to move to this mountain to live?"
The old man laughed when he heard this, looked at him and replied: "My disciple still needs a bamboo shed in front of his house. Call your disciples to come up tomorrow and build a bamboo shed here. Remember, it must be able to keep out wind and rain." "
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