The Slender Monkey's side is even more sad. He has very few possessions, but he manages them carefully. Every worn-out piece of clothing is neatly folded, as if he has unspoken expectations for the future.
Their residence is extremely simple, and the cobwebs in the corners seem to be telling the bitterness of the past few years. But for Zhang Mo, this room carries all his past. Every time he cries and laughs here, it is an indispensable part of his life. As things were packed away, those memories were smoothed out one by one and sorted into the deepest drawer in my heart.
The rising sun shines dappledly on the two of them through the window lattice, bringing the warmth of a new day. With their longing for the future and reluctance to let go of the past, they stepped out of this door and took firm steps towards Liuyun Mountain. In the copper box, it seems that the resonance of the owner's heartbeat can be felt, lying quietly in the arms, waiting for the unlocking of destiny.
Zhang Mo and Shouhou still retained the innocence and joy of their youth, and they once again set foot on the road to Liuyun Mountain.
The skinny monkey was full of curiosity and excitement about the new life that was about to come. It would flip in the air for a while, and then fall back to the ground, just like a monkey.
Zhang Mo, on the other hand, had no choice but to let go and try his best to keep up.
When they finally climbed over the last steep ridge, the majestic gatehouse came into view again. The bold words "Liuyun Mountain Cultivation Land" were hung high on the plaque on the door. This was the entrance to immortality, the path to immortality. watershed.
When they stepped past the ancient gatehouse with the characters "Liuyun Mountain Cultivation Land" engraved on it, the air around them seemed to become solemn, and there was an awe-inspiring solemn atmosphere. The usually naughty and mischievous Skinny Monkey became extremely calm at this moment. He waved his hand, took a deep breath, and resolutely stepped towards the direction of Taibai Peak, where his new master and future were waiting for him.
Zhang Mo watched this scene silently, with excitement and complex emotions surging in his heart. Immediately, he turned around slightly, faced the east, and walked firmly towards Songtao Peak. Every leaf and every sound of wind here seems to be whispering, telling the fascinating path of cultivation.
As the two people's footsteps gradually moved away, their backs gradually became smaller and smaller on the misty mountain road until they disappeared into their respective peaks. New life, new challenges, and new miracles are waiting for them to discover, pursue, and conquer. The copper box in Zhang Mo's arms seemed to become heavier at this moment of separation, as if it carried something stronger than gravity - the guidance of fate.
Songtao Peak lives up to its name. There are lush pine forests on the top of the peak, and waves of pine waves fluctuate like ocean waves, shaking the valley with sound. Zhang Mo set foot on this ancient mountain road, surrounded by continuous blue brick and green tile buildings. They are silent and simple, without luxurious gate towers and plaques, and appear solemn and mysterious.
As a gust of mountain wind blew by, the scent of medicine gently filled the air. Zhang Mo couldn't help but feel a little confused, wondering if he had strayed somewhere.
Just as he was hesitating at the intersection, Shen Liang walked out of the side courtyard with a hint of dusty air, swinging his folding fan lightly and smiling: "Oh, the new life is here."
Zhang Mo was relieved to see a familiar face. He patted the sweat on his forehead and stepped forward with a smile: "Senior Brother Shen is Liangzi, right?"
Shen Liang frowned and corrected in a deep voice: "My surname is Shen, my given name is Liang, my courtesy name is Guangming. Just call me brother Guangming. Come on, I will take you to settle down. I will introduce you to the teacher later."
Shen Liang introduced these courtyards in an understatement. The architecture here is not rigid and serious, but each courtyard has its own style. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, the Alchemy Cauldron, the Talisman, the Scriptures, and the Xinglin Courtyard are arranged in sequence. Among them, the Xinglin Courtyard is the place for medical practice.
Finally, Shen Liang led Zhang Mo to a quiet courtyard.
"Anpingju Xiaoyuan"
This yard actually has a name. There are several sweet-scented osmanthus trees, green grass, and a few small flowers blooming quietly, exuding a faint fragrance. Although such an environment is simple, it is also extremely comfortable, and the tension in Zhang Mo's heart slowly turns into an expectation for future life.
Entering a side room, I saw a banner hanging on the wall with one big word:
arts!
The furnishings in the room are simple and clean, with a few wooden chairs, a table, and a bookshelf. There are many books on the bookshelf, which looks antique. To the right of the door, against the wall, is a wooden bed with thin bedding stacked on top of it. Zhang Mo put the bundle on the chair and put the box on the inside of the bed.
What a quiet environment, Zhang Mo praised it inwardly.
"There are few assistants, and there are even fewer freshmen this year. There are 11 in total. Everyone has a private room. This is impossible in other departments. Come on, I will take you to meet the teachers."
"Brother Guangming," Zhang Mo asked for advice: "What do our assistants learn? Why is it called the assistant sect? And I heard that the assistants are not very good? What's going on?"
"This is a series of questions," Shen Liang chuckled, waving his folding fan as he walked, "Come on, even though you know it sooner or later, I still want to talk to you."
"First of all, I'm not from the auxiliary sect," Shen Liang said in surprise.
"Ah?! You're not an auxiliary sect?" Zhang Mo was a little surprised. Looking at his protagonist Fan, he thought he was from the same sect.
"As for me, I grew up here in Songtao Peak. My father is the master of the divine rune lineage, but I learned Taoism. I am familiar with the situation. I have nothing to do today anyway, so I came to pick up the new disciple."
Seeing Zhang Mo's surprised expression, Shen Liang was very impressed. He also took a look at Zhang Mo's clothes. Knowing that his family background was not good and he had little knowledge, he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he talked eloquently: "Let me tell you this, I have a plan. , there are assistants, and with assistants there must be masters. The cultivators you usually hear about are either warriors, good at martial arts, or Taoists, good at various spells, right?"
Zhang Mo nodded, "Yes, I thought there were only two types before."
Shen Liang's words were as clear as a mountain spring, reaching Zhang Mo's ears, casting a stone into the lake of his heart, causing ripples.
"Yes, warriors and Taoists are the main force in battles. This is common sense to everyone." Shen Liang spoke firmly, as if telling the iron law of this world, "But, they still need to supplement Sasuke. Think about it. , how can the source of these elixirs and talismans, as well as the treatment of injuries, be without the support of corresponding knowledge and skills?"
Zhang Moran nodded.
Seeing this, Shen Liang smiled slightly and continued: "These elixirs are the result of alchemists' hard work day and night. The magic talismans are the crystallization of Master Fu Zhuan's hard work. As for medical skills, they are the wisdom of doctors. Finally, it is It is related to the study and application of scriptures, involving martial arts, mental techniques and direct scripture warfare, which are the core of the four auxiliary channels.”
