Cheng Lu stood behind Jiang Shanxue and also bowed.
"Cheng Lu, Liuyun Sword Sect, has met Master Uncle Qin."
Cheng Lu naturally met Qin Chulai before, when they were watching the mountains and rivers.
Cheng Lu and Zhang Xiaoyu were talking there, and they thought the people playing cards next to them were too noisy. As they walked over, they saw the Qingtian Taoist uncle sitting at the card table.
When You Chunshan saw this, he bowed in a decent manner.
"You Chunshan of the East China Sea, I met Master Qin's uncle."
"..."
The three of them looked at the young man carrying a wooden sword.
Qin Chulai was silent for a long time, then looked at Cheng Lu and said, "The temple master is waiting for you at Shanyao Residence."
Cheng Lu saluted again and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Naturally there is no grudge between the two of them, so naturally they will do whatever they want.
A young Taoist came from the paths in the temple. He looked at Cheng Lu, bowed and said, "Senior brother, please come with me."
Cheng Lu carried her sword and left.
So at the end of the mountain road, only Jiang Shanxue and the others were left.
Only now did Qin Chulai look at the young man carrying the wooden sword. He looked back and forth for a long time, but he did not see what this strange young man carrying the wooden sword was doing.
Although the phrase "Master-uncle" made Qin Chulai inexplicably feel like he was many years older, it was still a useful title after all.
Qin Chu looked at Jiang Shanxue who was aside, and then the latter talked about You Chunshan.
"The disciple was seriously injured by Zhang Xiaoyu's sword in the East China Sea and almost died. It was You Chunshan... the nephew who brought the disciple all the way back to the north."
When Jiang Shanxue said the word "Master Nephew", he actually felt it was very strange.
It's just that this young man is both a master's uncle and a master's great-uncle, and the atmosphere has reached this point. It's probably really unreasonable not to call him master's nephew.
Qin Chulai nodded, then with a smile on his face, he returned a salute to the young man from Donghai.
"Thank you."
You Chunshan stood there rubbing his hands nervously, and then said sincerely: "Uncle-Master's words are serious."
Jiang Shanxue sighed as she heard You Chunshan talking about his master's uncle, pulled the young man and went straight to Qin Chulai to say goodbye.
The two walked through a forest road and appeared in front of a bamboo house.
Jiang Shanxue stopped there, looked at You Chunshan and said: "This is the place where Senior Brother Chen stayed before. You can rest here for a while. After Junior Brother Cheng's business is over, I will probably go to see the temple master to help you." Regarding money, it may come later.”
You Chunshan nodded and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, just go and do your thing. Anyway, my brain is not something that can be rushed in a short while."
Jiang Shanxue smiled slightly and said, "Okay."
The Taoist hurried away through the bamboo forest.
You Chunshan, carrying a wooden sword on his back, did not rush into the house to rest, but wandered around there quite excitedly.
For an ordinary person like You Chunshan, no matter how ordinary things are, they are still novel after all.
After all, this is Qingtian Dao, one of the three worldly views.
You Chunshan wandered towards the forest on the path, but he did not leave too far. After all, this was a large place of cultivation, and he was afraid that he would accidentally bump into a Taoist who was practicing.
So while walking there, with strange thoughts, I picked and chewed leaves on the road.
One bite of the leaves from the Qingtian Dao tree should have a lot of benefits.
You Chunshan has extremely sincere and reasonable thoughts about the world.
It's a pity that there is no benefit except eating a mouth full of bitterness.
If Jiang Shanxue saw this scene, he would probably think that You Chunshan's brain was indeed seriously ill.
Dao Sect Dao Sect is naturally a spiritual sect that deals with the truth in the world.
It makes no sense to take a bite of a leaf and see it fly up in the daytime. It is naturally absurd.
You Chunshan spit out the leaves in his mouth, but he suddenly remembered something.
By the way, Jiang Shanxue probably didn't realize that he needed to eat, so he wouldn't go without seeing anyone for several days.
Before the disease in the brain is cured, people need to be starved first.
You Chunshan walked back feeling deeply uncomfortable.
But when I returned to the bamboo house, I was shocked.
The Qingtian Taoist uncle who had been waiting for the three of them at the mountain path appeared there again.
And I don’t know what happened, and he looks very bad.
You Chunshan felt a little uneasy and walked over with his sword on his back, saluting cautiously.
"Master-uncle, do you have anything to do with me?"
The Taoist who was standing in front of the view turned his head, glanced at You Chunshan lightly, and then turned his head again.
You Chunshan didn't know where he had offended this Qingtian Taoist uncle, so he stood in deep thought in a very uneasy manner.
Could it be because Jiang Shanxue just pulled him away?
Or is this bamboo house where Chen Huaifeng lived actually some kind of taboo place?
Or maybe, it’s not that my brain is sick, but that there’s some old man living in my body?
You Chunshan had been thinking wildly for a long time, and when he was about to ask carefully, he looked up and found that the Taoist had left here and was walking away calmly on the path.
You Chunshan scratched his head in confusion, not knowing what happened.
After a long time, the young man walked into the bamboo house with his head full of confusion.
The bamboo house was very simple, but there was a low table and some tea-making utensils.
This reminded You Chunshan of the scene when the sword cultivator named Chen Huaifeng was telling the young man about drinking tea by the stream.
It seemed that this was indeed the place where Chen Huaifeng lived, and You Chunshan felt relieved.
After all, a swordsman like that really doesn't look like a bad person.
It's just that obviously You Chunshan doesn't care about these things now, he is just rummaging around there.
In the end, I only found some peanuts and tea leaves that were already infested with insects.
You Chunshan looked at the bag of peanuts melancholy, then walked to the door of the bamboo house, moved the futon and sat there with his chin on his head.
If there was still some thought of going out for a walk before, but after being frightened by the Qingtian Taoist uncle, this young man from Donghai did not dare to run around.
You Chunshan couldn't help but sigh.
Are you really going to starve to death in Qingtian Road?
But nothing like this happened.
Jiang Shanxue came here again in the afternoon and brought a lot of food to You Chunshan. The Taoist probably bought it from the town at the foot of the mountain. After all, among the food, there was a very greasy roast chicken.
You Chunshan spent the entire afternoon smelling the scent of tea.
Of course there won't be any roast chicken.
You Chunshan, who had been hungry for a long time, didn't say much thanks. He sat at the door and gnawed on the chicken legs. He looked at Jiang Shanxue and asked, "Have you gone to see the temple owner?"
Jiang Shanxue shook his head and said, "Not yet, Cheng Lu is still in the middle of Shanyao."
You Chunshan sighed and said, "Okay then."
Perhaps because there was nothing serious in the mountain, Jiang Shanxue did not leave, and sat at the door of the bamboo house with You Chunshan.
Although it is said that the door is closed at dusk, there is no plan to stay in spring.
But obviously such a view in the mountains, which is exceptionally peaceful and quiet, would not have such a sigh.
Dusk came through the forest and fell on the flat ground in front of the bamboo house, quietly illuminating many fallen leaves.
It has a different kind of comfort.
You Chunshan sighed and said: "Qingtian Road is indeed a good place!"
Jiang Shanxue just smiled softly and said, "It's just that the storm has gone."
For You Chunshan, naturally he can only see the peace at present.
Bai Fengyu's story is more than fifty years away from the world of spiritual practice, let alone the world.
Perhaps the Qingtian Dao in the past days did still have some restless elements.
For example, those nineteen white temples.
Just following a certain woman on the cliff holding a sword and descending the cliff, even though it was an unintentional move, such a Taoist temple ruthlessly burned all the white temples, and the old man in the temple also returned to the Styx.
Today's Qingtian Road, in the hands of a woman in a plain skirt who lives in a small residence behind the mountain and by the lake all year round, the peace is probably very real.
You Chunshan turned his head and looked at Jiang Shanxue with many sighs in his expression. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder with raised fingers, and said seriously: "The sun is always after the wind and rain. Please believe that there is a rainbow."
Jiang Shanxue turned to look at the oil stains on You Chunshan's fingers, shrank back, and said softly: "Maybe so."
You Chunshan looked at Jiang Shanxue, who still seemed a little melancholy, strangely, and said, "Don't you believe in rainbows?"
Jiang Shanxue said softly: "I just don't know, for such a Taoist temple, whether I am the wind and rain or the rainbow."
You Chunshan was a little puzzled.
The latter raised his head slightly and looked at the woods outside the house, and said slowly: "You should be able to tell that the people in the temple don't actually like me very much."
You Chunshan thought to himself how could I tell, but then he thought that when Jiang Shanxue and Uncle Qingtian Taoist met, the two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time.
This young man from Donghai suddenly realized that the strange atmosphere at that time was not because of his own problems?
"Why?"
Jiang Shanxue said calmly: "Maybe to them, I am the illegitimate child who wants to steal the family property. Maybe Senior Brother Chen's identity is more reasonable to them."
The young Taoist wearing the ancient Qingtian Taoist robe did not wait for You Chunshan to ask anything, and said with great relief: "It's true, after all, the person they asked them to call Guanzhu was indeed surnamed Bai, not Jiang. And Senior Brother Chen, It is the person who is personally included in the temple by the temple owner.”
You Chunshan nodded thoughtfully.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a question, looked at Jiang Shanxue and asked: "By the way, the great uncle we met before suddenly came here after you left, and I don't know what he was looking at. When I asked him, he didn't answer, but his face looked a little ugly. I thought I had offended him somewhere."
Jiang Shanxue suddenly turned to look at You Chunshan, thought for a while, and said, "Is there a sword mark between his eyebrows?"
You Chunshan recalled it seriously, shook his head and said, "No."
Jiang Shanxue understood clearly and said calmly: "That is Uncle Qin Zailai. The person we met before was Uncle Qin Chulai."
"Not the same person?"
You Chunshan was very surprised.
Jiang Shanxue shook his head.
"Not the same person."
"They must be brothers, no wonder they look so similar."
Jiang Shanxue still shook his head and said softly: "Not brothers either."
You Chunshan was stunned.
The Taoist lowered his head and said softly: "This is actually the reason why the people in the temple don't want to see me."
You Chunshan felt a little confused.
Jiang Shanxue just said very calmly: "There are many people in the temple who are left behind from the story of the Twelfth Floor - that's how it was when Qin first came and when Qin came again."
You Chunshan said in a daze: "So after all, they are still the same person?"
Jiang Shanxue said softly: "The me today and the me yesterday are different, so how can they be the same person?"
Naturally, You Chunshan couldn't understand what he was hearing. He stared blankly at the dusk, where the mountain wind was carrying some sparse leaves rolling up the mountain road.
Jiang Shanxue looked at the young man standing aside, smiled softly, and said, "Don't worry, this is something that has nothing to do with you."
You Chunshan said with some confusion: "Then what did he come to see?"
"It has nothing to do with you, doesn't mean it has nothing to do with me."
Jiangshanxue is very peaceful.
"Then my uncle has a disciple named Mei Xiyu, who is also a candidate for the next generation of temple masters."
You Chunshan always felt that the name Mei Xiyu sounded familiar. He thought about it for a long time and then said thoughtfully: "Is he the one who was arrested and imprisoned by Huaidu last year because of the southern story?"
Jiang Shanxue glanced at You Chunshan.
Although it doesn't sound good to be arrested by Huaidu and imprisoned.
But it is indeed what the world sees and what the world says.
Jiang Shanxue said softly: "Yes, but of course this is not what he did. He just sank into the mire and stained his body with mud. Although in the mud, he would make a mess, but when some stories end Afterwards, Qingtian Taoism will wash away all the stains on his body, allowing him to walk cleanly in the world - close to the mud, but also close to the lotus."
You Chunshan sat there and listened quietly.
Jiang Shanxue smiled softly as he spoke, and said: "Chen Huaifeng, Mei Xiyu, and me, among the three of us, relatively speaking, I am the one who really has nothing and is empty-handed."
"They each have their own confidence, but I have none."
Jiang Shanxue said, but also fell silent for a while, perhaps remembering some of the stories he had seen by the plum blossoms outside the pass.
The young Taoist seemed to finally understand why his brother, whom he had not seen for many years, appeared there.
It turns out that I have nothing.
A person who has nothing but pursues something.
Naturally, it will sometimes become a target for some people.
Jiang Shanxue muttered something that You Chunshan couldn't understand.
For example, don't look at it, don't think about it. For example, tranquility is the righteousness of the world.
You Chunshan listened for a long time but didn't understand anything, so he said sincerely: "If a certain Taoist priest who talked so much was right back then, maybe I will be your helper in the future?"
Jiang Shanxue raised an eyebrow and looked at the young man.
"What Taoist?"
"I met a Taoist when I was in the East China Sea. Uncle Nan said that the Taoist might be a fortune teller."
Jiang Shanxue sat up straighter, looked at You Chunshan and said, "What did he say?"
"He said I would become a great swordsman in the world."
Jiang Shanxue looked solemn.
You Chunshan said with some confusion: "Why do you look so serious?"
Jiang Shanxue said seriously: "If it is really said by senior Bu Suanzi himself, then your fate may indeed be like this."
"Don't you mean that the requirements should be pragmatic and not mysterious?"
Jiang Shanxue said with a smile: "Some people's pursuit of truth and pragmatism is indeed mysterious and mysterious in the eyes of people like us. It's just that you and I can't touch the essence."
You Chunshan nodded thoughtfully.
Jiang Shanxue did not say these very bizarre things, but asked a sincere and sincere question.
"Although I didn't go to the temple owner before, I still tried my best to help you raise some money."
You Chunshan said excitedly: "How many are there?"
Jiang Shanxue sighed.
"Not a penny."
You Chunshan wilted.
Jiang Shanxue looked at this young man from Donghai guiltily.
When we were in the town, Cheng Lu was naturally not the only one who heard the powerlessness in that sentence.
"I also went to see one of my great uncles."
It is naturally self-evident what position a Taoist priest stands in when he is beaten to a mutilated body in Bai Fengyu's story.
This is probably Jiang Shanxue's only reliance in Qingtian Dao.
"Uncle Master was silent for a long time and asked me to wait, then he went back to his small courtyard."
Jiang Shanxue said melancholy.
"I know he must have gone looking for money. Unfortunately, nothing was found in the end. Granduncle is also very poor, with poor body and poor wealth. Probably the only rich thing is the desire to return Qingtian Dao to its original appearance."
You Chunshan sighed and said: "If there is really no other way, I will go to Huaidu first. Senior Uncle Nan should be in Huaidu too. Although I don't know what he is doing there, he seems to have a very rich man. Junior brother, I will think of a way to see if I can borrow some money from him when the time comes."
Jiang Shanxue shook his head and said, "After all, this is what Qingtian Dao should do."
As he spoke, the Taoist stood up and stood in the courtyard for a long time. Then he looked up at the dusk outside the mountain and said softly: "I'll try again tomorrow. If you really can't borrow the money, I'll help you go to Guanzhu." Think of a solution there.”
You Chunshan asked curiously: "Is the temple owner very rich?"
The Taoist shook his head and said: "Qingtian Dao and Huaidu are closely related. As long as the temple master is willing to speak, it will not be a big problem."
You Chunshan looked at the Taoist sincerely and said, "Thank you very much."
Jiang Shanxue just smiled and said: "A worldly person is willing to carry a person from the East China Sea and trek all the way to Qingtian Road. After all, I, Jiang Shanxue, am not a wolf-hearted person."
For such a young Taoist, he just sometimes has some contradictions and entanglements.
Cheng Lu could tell, so she ruthlessly told some things in the town.
You Chunshan was very moved.
"When I become a great sword cultivator in the future, I will definitely choose you as the master of the temple!"
Jiang Shanxue chuckled softly, turned around and headed towards the trail.
"It is still difficult for an ordinary swordsman to influence the decisions of a place like Qingtian Dao."
Even Xie Chunxue found it difficult to do this.
Unless it's really big.
For example, the Divine River, such as the Cluster Blade.
