Chapter 7

The middle-aged practitioner, named LV Shi, came from the third peak of Qingshan mountain, Shangde peak. Now he is in the realm of acceptance and perfection. Because the previous and subsequent impacts on the realm of no publicity failed, he had to stop moving forward temporarily. Now he is a teacher of nansongting gate, responsible for the training of new foreign disciples.

In his capacity, he didn't need to recruit disciples in person, but in recent years, nansongting's disciples' qualifications are very ordinary and far inferior to others, which puts him under great pressure.

Now he doesn't expect to do any great things. He just wants to bring out a few good disciples, or get the pill given by the teacher, and then hit the wuzhangjing for the last time.

When he heard the news from somewhere in Jiufeng, this remote mountain village was worth visiting, and he soon came.

He hid among the green trees and observed the teenage boy. He found that there was no mistake in the news. Even if he looked from a distance, he could feel that the other party was really good.

When he swept it with his sword knowledge, he was pleasantly surprised that the little boy was born a Taoist!

These beautiful jade talents, not to mention the surrounding areas of big green hill, even those prosperous States and counties, and even Chaoge City, I'm afraid it will take several years for one to appear. Master Lu didn't care whether he would scare the child and showed up directly in the night. However, before he had time to say anything, he was attracted by another thing.

The little boy was frightened and hid behind a boy in white.

The reason why he was alarmed was that when he observed the little boy from a distance, he didn't find the existence of the boy.

The other party is sitting on the deck chair by the pool.

For the first time, his sword knowledge fell on the young man in white, but he was surprised to find that the other party was just a mortal who had not practiced and had no Tao seed in his body.

When his eyes fell on the face of the young man in white, he was even more surprised.

He had never seen such a beautiful young man in the spiritual world for many years.

Not to mention those aristocratic family children in Chaoge, even the younger martial sister on Qingrong peak and those famous and beautiful female disciples in Shuiyue nunnery can not be compared with it.

The spiritual world offers a truth to the letter: the ultimate is extraordinary.

No matter tall, short, fat, thin or anything else, as long as they are special enough, they must be unusual.

More simply, there must be demons at the extreme.

As for the word "beauty", it has always been highly praised by practitioners. Whether it is the green pine between the cliffs or the flying sword of light, as long as it is extremely beautiful, it must have extraordinary connotation.

Looking at the beautiful face of the young man in white, Master Lu could not be moved. He strengthened his sword knowledge and checked it again. He found that his Taoist heart was still childish, let alone the existence of Taoist seed.

Young men in white are much older than boys, but their Taoist heart is far inferior. Naturally, their talents are far different.

With some regret, Master Lu stopped looking at the young man, looked at Liu ten years old and asked, "do you know my identity?"

When Liu was ten years old, he was frightened by the sudden stranger. He didn't dare to show his head at all. Listening to the question, he didn't dare to speak. He just grabbed Jing Jiu's sleeve tightly.

Jing Jiu saw from the middle-aged practitioner's clothes and sword carrying method that the other person should be a disciple of three generations. The realm is still far from Wuzhang realm, but he doesn't know the other person's name.

This is a natural thing.

The inner disciples and outer disciples of Qingshan sect add up to thousands. Who can recognize everyone except the old men of Shangde peak and the women of Xilai peak.

"Nothing." Well nine said.

Somehow, Liu felt relieved when he was ten years old, but he was still a little nervous. He got up and looked at the middle-aged practitioner, trembled and said, "are you..."

Master Lu looked gentle and said, "yes, I am the monk in the green mountain, which is what you call the immortal master."

Listening to the word "immortal teacher", Liu looked at well nine subconsciously at the age of ten.

LV Shi thought he was too nervous. He smiled and said, "you can call me LV Shi."

Liu was ten years old and said uneasily, "Master Lu... What are you doing here?"

"Let me ask you, are you willing to build a road and seek longevity?"

Listening to this, Jing Jiu felt some emotion and thought that after so many years, it was still this sentence, and even a word had not changed.

Liu shisui stood stupidly for a long time before he woke up. He stammered and replied: "... Naturally... Yes, just..."

On weekdays, the humble rural youth were taken away by the green mountain immortal. This is the best story spread in the mountain village for countless generations. He grew up listening to these stories when he was a child. He was stupid. Where did he get the meaning of opposition? Just like what he said in his words, it was just

He looked at the courtyard, with some hesitation and struggle on his young face.

Instead of being angry, Master Lu was more comforted: "although the practice of Taoism is extraordinary, we are not those monks. The world of mortals can also dance. Naturally, we will not cut off our relationship."

Liu was ten years old and said, "really?"

Master Lu smiled and said, "I'll talk to your parents later, and I'll give you time to go back to your hometown to visit your relatives. If you can't enter the inner door in the future, you need to take care of the secular affairs of the sect. You won't be short of money, and you can go home often. If you want to take care of the village, it's just a small effort... However, I don't think you will have this opportunity."

Obviously, he is very optimistic about Liu's talent and qualification at the age of 10.

Liu is ten years old and looks at well nine.

Master Lu was a little surprised.

Well nine stood up and said, "go if you want."

Liu was ten years old with a happy face and said, "yes, childe."

Master Lu's accident turned into surprise.

Why is there such a beautiful childe in such a remote mountain village?

He looked at Jing Jiu and suddenly said, "what about you? Would you like to build a road with me and live forever? "

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Across a wall, the voice of Liu's husband and wife's dialogue and crying came from time to time. But they remembered the immortal teacher's reminder and didn't dare to disturb the village, so they kept their voice low.

Well nine sat by the window and looked at the stars in the night sky. He was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

The guy named LV Shi will come tomorrow morning to take Liu shisui... And he will go to Qingshan sect.

Liu is packing at the age of ten. He is a diligent boy, but it is the first time to pack his bags. However, the confusion on the little face is not for this reason, but because he has been subjected to too much spiritual impact and has not fully awakened. Perhaps because of this, he didn't think of the fact that Jing Jiu was not an immortal teacher.

"Is that all right..."

The little boy stammered: "the immortal doesn't need time to see my... Character?"

Well nine looked at the starry sky outside the window and said, "mind."

Liu shisui said, "yes, that's the word."

Well nine said, "of course, this kind of thing only depends on talent. The mind changes with years and months. How do you see it? Besides, do you really think benevolent people are invincible? "

Liu touched his head at the age of ten and said, "isn't it? That's what the book says. "

Well nine didn't turn around and said, "of course not. Invincible is invincible."

Liu was ten years old and couldn't understand this sentence. Looking at his back, he suddenly felt a lonely feeling.

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Early in the morning, it was dawn, and the sunrise was still far away from the peaks. I don't know when I can get up.

Here comes Mr. Lu.

Liu and his wife sent Liu to the hospital when he was ten years old. They silently wiped their tears. They were a little sad, but more happy.

Footsteps sounded. Jing Jiu came out of the house. The morning wind gently brushed his white clothes, empty handed and didn't bring anything.

Looking at this picture, Mr. and Mrs. Liu couldn't help remembering that he looked like this when he came to the entrance of the village a year ago.

Liu's mother looked at Liu's father and stopped talking.

Liu Fu gave her a warning look and said respectfully, "young master, do you want to bring something for the road? Ten years old, you can carry it. "

Jing Jiu ignored it and walked out of the hospital with his hands on his back.

LV Shi looked at the scene outside the courtyard and frowned slightly.

No one knows that in the water tank behind the wing room, half a light cyan pill is slowly melting until it dissipates in the water and can no longer be seen.

LV Shi took Jing Jiu and Liu ten years old into the morning fog and soon disappeared.

Liu's father and mother wiped their tears and walked back to the yard. Suddenly, they didn't know what to do. They stood stunned for a long time before they got up and began to clean the yard, boil water and cook.

Whether it's porridge or coarse big leaf tea, of course, the water in the jar is used.

Until then, Liu's mother found something missing in the house.

The bamboo chair is missing.

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For some reason, Master Lu did not choose to fly back to qingshanzong with his sword, but walked.

Of course, Liu didn't think of this when he was ten years old, because he didn't think that anyone in the world could ride the sword.

Jing Jiu is very clear that the three generations of qingshanzong disciples are now committed to the realm of perfection. According to the truth, they can control the sword easily and freely. It's not too difficult even with two people.

Then why does this person insist on walking? Worried that other monks will see the trace of flying sword and cause trouble?

Jing Jiu doesn't understand. When he wants to come, although the current Qingshan sect is not as good as one generation, it won't be so.

The mountain village is only a hundred miles away from the qingshanzong Mountain Gate. It's cowardice for qingshanzong disciples to be so cautious in such a place.

Master Lu didn't know what Jing Jiu was thinking. He took two teenagers, one big and one small, on his way to the peaks in the fog, silent and low-key.

On the third day, through a heavy fog, the vision suddenly became clear.

Countless green peaks appear in front of us. Some are beautiful, some are steep, and the stone walls of some peaks are as smooth as a mirror. They can't climb at all, but there are people at the top.

The legendary green mountain and nine peaks are in it?

Liu was ten years old, but Jing Jiu didn't take a look.

The three of them walked along the mountain path paved with bluestone to the peak, and soon they saw a stone gate.

The style of the stone gate is simple. It is covered with moss and has its own ancient meaning. The words Nansong Pavilion can be vaguely seen on the horizontal plaque.

This is the Nanshan gate of qingshanzong. Seeing the mountain gate, Master Lu smiled and obviously relaxed a lot. The mountain gate is quiet, and the birds in the dense forest are not annoying. There is a wooden table under the mountain gate. There are pens, inkstones and paper on the table. A man in a gray sword robe lies on the table to sleep. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.