True Mu Chun originally thought beautifully - although the eldest disciple was open-minded, he was impetuous. Although the younger disciple could concentrate and calm down, he was a stubborn person. If two little things could fit each other, it would be better.

Unfortunately, it seems that before the two of them have time to get back together, they are almost choking.

True Man Mu Chun had to violently disassemble the two of them first, and asked the Taoist Tong to take Cheng Qian, who had been sweating all over his sword, to take a shower and change clothes, and then concentrate his firepower against the first disciple who was quite difficult to deal with. He buzzed and started talking about the "Qingjing Sutra" again.

The master's chanting perfectly interprets what "impedes the audio-visual". With his weasel posture and the duck's voice, he successfully stirred the hourglass on the table without moving, making his pioneer disciple unconscious and almost biting.

Yan Zhengming couldn't bear it anymore, threw the carving knife on the table, and said angrily: "Master, what are you doing?"

The master didn't raise his eyelids and said, "Disciple, you are not calm, I will recite the Duan Qingjing Sutra for you to give you a clear mind."

Just when the master opened his mouth to make Yan Zhengming feel in pain, Cheng Qian came back. Yan Zhengming was having a headache and finally found a chance to find fault. He sniffed slightly and said angrily: "You use sandalwood to smoke his clothes? What's wrong with this? Will you become a monk tomorrow?"

The Taoist boy was timid and did not dare to say that Cheng Qian was willing to do so.

Yan Zhengming yelled at the Taoist boy: "Switch to Furong--"

The voice of Mu Chun Zhenren beside him became even higher: "——The sky is clear and the earth is turbid..."

This voice was like sawing wood creaking, Yan Zhengming was simply convinced: "Master, why am I not calm!"

Mu Chun lifted her eyelids and said calmly: "If you are not calm, you will be disturbed by external things and you will be concerned about the fragrance of sandalwood and hibiscus. Why not do this? Don't use your third junior brother as an incense burner. In order to help you practice, I will move to your gentle hometown today and recite the scriptures for you for a night of time."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

This old weasel is addicted to chanting scriptures, and he will definitely do what he says in this regard. Is there still a way out for him to recite scriptures all night?

Yan Zhengming had no choice but to sit down with a breath, smelled the smell of sandalwood like the scum of rotten wood, and angrily picked up the knife and carved vertical strips on the wood like a whip of the corpse.

Xianglucheng sat down silently and continued his homework, feeling a big, furry rabbit sitting beside him.

The master said that Han Yuan was restless and unaware of who was really restless. Han Yuan was at least just his own impetuousness. This person is better, and he had to harm everyone around him.

Cheng Qian began to discover the benefits of being with his senior brother - the best and the worst appeared immediately.

Cheng Qian became serious and could really be "not disturbed by external objects". Compared to the door rules on the wooden board in his memory, he meticulously copied the blind posts, and soon immersed in the fun of writing. The smell of sandalwood surrounding him seemed to help people calm their minds. He gradually forgot his unsustainable senior brother aside.

Yan Zhengming was secretly sulking and asked for snacks. After eating, he felt so choked that he had to stand up and walk back and forth in the middle of the pavilion for several times.

Soon, he found that no one paid attention to him. The master sat upright on the cushion, his eyes looked at his nose and nose, and he sat still meditating without moving. He was still lying in the scriptures just now. The new little boy wrote the words "He is worse than pigs and dogs" like an embroidered flower, and he didn't even raise his head once.

With this old and a young man, the atmosphere in the pavilion was so quiet that it was almost stagnant that even the Taoist boys standing on the side couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate.

This quietness made Young Master Yan feel a little embarrassed and bored. He could not help but sit back in front of the hourglass, was stunned for nothing, and accepted his fate and picked up the carving knife again, doing the same exercises.

This time, he didn't make any trouble anymore. It was not until the hourglass on the table suddenly made a slight sound that Yan Zhengming suddenly came to his senses and found that his talisman time for the day had ended early.

This happened in the next few days. Early in the morning, the four of them listened to their master's chanting scriptures without any desire.

The master didn't know where he found so many sutras. He recited one a day, but almost no other one. After reciting the Taoist scriptures and chanting Buddha's scriptures, he recited his own scriptures after reciting Buddhist scriptures. The content was imaginative and never limited by the sects, so he often contradicted himself.

After reciting the scriptures and practicing the wooden sword.

Yan Zhengming shamelessly pretended to have mastered the first three styles, and learned the fourth style with his master without much understanding. Li Yun also restrained his new sword tricks and kept calling cats and dogs on the mountain all day long. Cheng Qian naturally didn't need to say anything, but Han Yuan was still firmly dragging the whole body and heartbrokenly harming the bird nests near the mission hall.

In the afternoon, Yan Zhengming was locked in the mission hall, with wood carvings covering the clouds covering the top of the roof. Cheng Qian either did his homework or helped his master trim flowers and trees. The master seemed to intend to make up for all the love he had never received in his childhood. He would always leave him some snacks that children were interested in. When Yan Zhengming was carving wood with deep resentment, he would specifically instruct Cheng Qian to take a rest and tell him some strange folk stories.

Yan Zhengming sometimes felt that this little dwarf was purely here to compete for favor, but it cannot be denied that with Cheng Qian beside him, he could sit on the ground for a while.

On this day, the hourglass leaked clean, and Yan Zhengming's hand holding the carving knife was a little numb, and he was stunned. Just now, he felt the friction between the carving knife and the wood, which produced some almost mysterious power.

A slightly hoarse voice exploded in his ears: "Concentrate your mind and lead your energy into the sea. It is called "Distance", "Distance" is called "Far", "Farth" is called "Farth", "Farth" is called "Rebellion", "Farth" is called "Revolt", "Cycle and repeat, this is infinite"

Cheng Qianji looked at him. Before his master could tell, he had spontaneously stood up and took a step back. At the same time, he felt an indescribable air flow circling around him for a moment, and then he returned to the senior brother as if a river was entering the sea.

It was the first time he had touched the secret realm of the world's depression. Cheng Qian didn't know what Yan Zhengming felt at that time, but he heard a vague sound. At this time, the sunset sank to the other side of Fuyao Mountain. The mountain full of spiritual energy was filled with some kind of echo of wanting to speak. Countless people gathered countless voices. Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling, as if at that moment, it was the distant past and the vague future whispering years between years. He tried desperately to hear it clearly, but those words were like the quicksand of the years, and they left him behind him lightly.

Cheng Qian was almost crazy.

Suddenly, one hand grabbed his shoulder. Cheng Qian seemed to wake up from a bizarre nightmare. He suddenly shuddered and turned around and saw Mu Chun Zhenren.

Mu Chun stared at him from a high point. Cheng Qian felt a little cold on his face. He stretched out his hand and found that he was already in tears at some point.

Cheng Qian really respects Xie Bumin for such kindness. He really doesn't want to roam with a scum like Han Yuan.

The little beggar took advantage of the time of scrambling to eat the snacks that Cheng Qian brought back, and finally stopped the meaningless chat and started the main topic.

He burped, sat upright, and lowered his voice and said, "Do you still remember what the second senior brother said... about the mountain cave?"

Cheng Qian had long expected that he would have this, so he replied calmly: "Junior brother, that's contrary to the rules of the sect - since you have learned all the sword skills of this sect much better, have you recognized all the words on the sect?"

Han Yuan felt that this senior brother, who was younger than him, was a little unreasonable, so he taught a lesson with superiority: "What's the use of memorizing the rules of the door? I have never seen anyone more decisive than you. Haven't you heard the second senior brother say that? I don't feel angry. After learning the full set of swordsmanship, I am also a great dancer. Step by step, how long will I have to be procrastinated? You can't be too momo and keep that...what should you keep."

Cheng Qian: "Stand the rules."

Han Yuan waved his hand: "What is love? Anyway, I want to go to the mountain cave, will you go?"

Cheng Qian spread the "loyalty, honest" evenly and spread it to Han Yuan, saying, "I dare not."

He refused without thinking. Han Yuan was disappointed at first, and then he was a little disdainful - this kind of boy with a simple mind and developed limbs usually doesn't like Cheng Qian's "subtle" and only knows how to follow the steps.

"I raised it at home." Han Yuan sucked his teeth and looked at Cheng Qian with no pleasure.

As for Cheng Qian, he completely regarded his junior brother as a skinny dog ​​with a worrying intelligence. He felt that all love, hate and affection for this person was a waste of feelings, so he picked up the teacup without any attitude.

Han Yuan looked at him again, and saw that he gradually lost his temper when he saw a pack of pine nut candy earlier. With a little pity of "sading his misfortune and angering his not to fight", and a full of wild dogs watching the cat, he shook his head and sighed at Cheng Qian again: "The children who grew up in the family are all made of porcelain."

In the afternoon at the Mission Hall, Cheng Qian had already felt the spirituality and hidden mystery of the mountain. At the same time, he also knew what Li Yun was thinking. Li Yun must be curious about what was there in the mountain cave on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, and refused to take the risk of breaking the rules of the sect. He probably had planned to find a scapegoat for himself.

Han Yuan had a late-night snack here at Cheng Qian. Although he didn't persuade anyone, he didn't get anything. Cheng Qian, who was "made in porcelain", politely sent Han Yuan to the door, watching him leave, waiting to see the fate of the sucker.

"What happens if you violate the rules?" Cheng Qianman thought carelessly, "Take the board? Hit the palm of your hand? Copy the scriptures - if you copy the scriptures, it's no big deal."
Chapter completed!