There are no stone steps on the back mountain of Huawei, only a few winding paths, and the grass is deep and the trees are lush because of the rare visits.

Although it was the strongest morning when the sun was shining, when people entered the back mountain, they were still covered by towering ancient trees, as if walking in the dark abyss.

Xuyun Ren and Ziyun Guanguan are the masters of Qingwei Zhenren, walking side by side on this road that is not as bright as the sun.

At this time, the ‌s were not of any strength, and the strong ones on the side were only two young monks following behind them.

The two of them had heavy postures and steady steps, but their eyes were filled with expectations and shining brightly.

One person was wearing a flower-cyan robe with delicate and complex patterns and was obviously dressed up carefully; the other person was wearing a Taoist robe with purple mountain stems, which was simple and elegant, and looked like a young man.

If you have ever seen students rushing to the big test of your life, you can understand the complexity of their faces.

At the end of the mountain road, a small building with mottled vermilion is quietly hidden among the lush ancient cypresses.

‌People stopped together.

Qingwei turned to the two young monks behind him and said lightly: "Whether there is a chance, it is destined to be destined, don't force it."

Xu Yun was a little stern: "If this matter is done, everyone will be happy. If the matter is not done, you must not be delusional and unwilling to be entangled. Can the two of them remember it?"

The two of them lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, and they respectfully agreed.

Qingwei looked at Xiaolou and took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll go and worship first..."

"Senior Brother Guan!" A female voice broke him, suddenly rude, but it was as crisp as a yellow oriole coming out of the valley.

I saw a girl in goose yellow shirt smiled and jumped out of the building: "Are you going to see your master?"

The girl has round eyes and round face, curved eyebrows, and her facial features cannot be called very delicate and beautiful, but she has special aura.

Looking around, it looks like a young bird in a nest and looks strangely protruding its head. The quiet and solemn mountain buildings suddenly become bright and bright.

The two young monks originally frowned secretly, thinking that there was such an ignorant little girl serving her in front of the chess ghost, and shouting and shouting, "What kind of demeanor is it."

However, when the girl rushed to her, the two looked at her, not only did not feel any disgust, but they couldn't help but smile, thinking that if there was such a lively and lively future, the simple and cute junior sister who poured tea and chess, the hard fairy path and chess path would definitely be much more relaxed and happy.

Qingwei Zhenren smiled and said, "Junior Sister Li, Master Xuyun and I are thinking about my uncle in our hearts and come to visit us, but we are stupid and dull, and are afraid of making our uncle dislike..."

When the girl heard his introduction, she seemed to have seen Xu Yun and two young monks just now.

Qingwei continued: "These two young juniors know dot formations and know some chess skills. It is better to let them in and play two games with their master to relieve boredom. I have seen it with the qi-seeking technique, and they are all lucky. Zhao Lin and Yao An, have come to see Senior Sister Menli."

The so-called "knowing the point" is of course a modest statement. If it weren't for a genius who could choose from one in a million, who would dare to bring it to the chess ghost?

Zhao Lin in the green robe and Yao An in the purple robe were about to step forward, but the girl smiled and said, "You're welcome. How can I be considered a disciple of the master? It's just that the master is old and needs a little girl who adds tea and water, holds chess and takes medicine, and speaks to make fun of him. I haven't learned any of my true abilities at all, so I really dare not be a 'senior sister'."

When the two heard her say this, although they did not dare to show frivolousness, they had already looked down upon them.

Unexpectedly, the girl changed her tone: "But the two fellow Taoists came unfortunately. The master was still ill. He had just taken the pill and told him not to be a guest for the time being, he was rude!"

A clean and neat order to expel guests.

Qingwei and Xuyun's face were as usual, without any disappointment, but the two young monks' faces turned red.

‌We are afraid that we will not perform well enough today, but we did not expect to be unable to enter the door at all.

Everyone in the world of cultivation knows that the chess ghost has been sick for many years. A person who has been sick for a long time uses illness as a reason to refuse, which shows that he is too lazy to find a reason.

Xuyun suddenly felt a little envious when she listened to the girl's lively voice.

It’s not that he envies the chess ghost who has been sick for a long time, but that he is envious of the courage to say it straightforwardly. Because he is still very strong, he is not afraid of being known. He takes medicine several times a day.

So he "can't speak to others if he has nothing to do."

Thinking of his failure in breakthrough, he did not dare to promote it, so he could only send his confidant to secretly look for the Dead Sea Lotus, but Xian Jianchen learned that he asked an outer disciple to come and pass the message, face.

Like myself, "all kinds of concerns" are the norm for cultivators. They dare not be sick or hurt, they are afraid of strong revenge, and they are afraid of unstable status.

Zhenren Qingwei said, "I'm upset, I'll say goodbye after this."

Yao An stood still, but wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhao Lin changed into the smile of a female cultivator: "Fairy, we..."

Qingwei suddenly shouted: "What did you say before?"

The two were shocked by his pressure, shocked, and bowed in panic.

Xuyun said goodbye to the girl lovingly and finally looked at the small building covered with flowers.

Whenever I think I have stood high enough, and sit in the vast and narrow place, the shadows of these seniors will come again and press down on me.

After being sick for so long, when will you die?

Where is Xian Jianchen now and when will he die?

The two of them held their heads with their heads raised when they came and bowed when they left.

Qingwei comforted her coldly, "Don't be discouraged, prepare to go to Wenyahui for a chess test. With your talents and luck, even if you don't have this opportunity, your immortal journey will be as smooth as possible in the future."

Yao An only smiled bitterly. He thought that even though he said that, compared with the man who inherited the man's legacy, other opportunities all became the last path.

Zhao Lin sighed, "I don't know what kind of apprentice he wants to accept."

The girl in goose yellow dress hugged a big handful of wild flowers and jumped into the small building with brisk steps:

"Master, I've sent you away!"

An old man in black in front of the case smiled when he heard the sound: "Well done."

The Saint of Calligraphy seems to be always graceful and wears spotless and flawless robe. But the opposite is true, it seems to never wake up, with a thin body and a sick face.

The girl was puzzled: "Those two of me are pretty good. Don't you really want to meet?"

“Where’s good?”

The girl didn't think so: "I look pretty good! But forget about chess, I shouldn't be able to play me."

The old man laughed. The girl put wild flowers on the table, and the two sat opposite each other and made garlands. The atmosphere was not like the master and apprentice, but like the grandparents.

"It rained last night, and all the flowers in the mountains were blooming this morning!" The girl brushed off the water droplets on the petals and said happily.

The old man suddenly said, "It shouldn't have rained last night."

"What?"

The old man said: "The rain is because someone is waiting."

The girl was confused: "If your mind can teach the world to know, then that person must have a high level of cultivation?"

"Not necessarily." The old man shook his head and was about to say something, but suddenly he coughed violently, as if he was about to cough out his internal organs.

The girl skillfully patted her back and gave her medicinal tea:

"Master, I heard that Fairy Miaoyan is in Houshan Bamboo Sea. Do you want her to play a song to help you regulate your spiritual energy?"

The old man waved his hand: "No! I can't die, I can't die!"

The girl still looked worried.

The old man finally gasped and still smiled: "Xiaoli, the wise man said, 'If God is going to give a great responsibility to this person, he must first suffer his heart and mind and starve his body'. I have endured many illnesses and tortures over the years, and have accumulated blessings for the future!"

"You are still joking. What blessings are worth the hard work of Master?"

The chess ghost looked out the window.

Behind the clouds, the golden bracket of Feiyun Tower can be vaguely seen.

"Of course, I will die of all the 'old immortal' in the world, accept the most proud disciple in the world, and take him to the chess in front of the 'Duozi' tomb!"

****

At dusk, the outer disciples are employed.

There was a constant flow of people coming and going at the gate of Songyuan. Soon, the crowd lined up along the flower path.

This is a fixed daily Q&A time. If it were earlier, Senior Brother Song would still work in the field and would not look up. If it was later, Senior Brother Meng would open the stove and cook noodles, and the evil spirits would drive the guests away.

A bag of ‌, a question, after asking for a greeting, go out immediately. No one doesn’t cherish this little time, and no one dares to waste other people’s time.

No noise or rushing in the lineup. Although these rules were not explicitly stated, they were tacitly regarded as iron laws by their disciples.

Only today was an accident.

A monk who described a shabby and worn-out dressed cultivator sneaked into the team. Because of his suspicious appearance, he was suspected to be unfavorable to Senior Brother Song and almost got beaten.

The man hurriedly proved his identity: "Fellow Taoists, don't do it first! I am a monk from the Kongwu Sect on Sanshan Island overseas. I am also here to attend the Dengwen Yahui Association. The invitation is here, please see!"

‌From the storage bag, island maps, ship receipts, sect emblems and wooden signs, etc.

Zhou Xiaoyun only took the invitation and flipped it over, and made everyone stop and said in confusion: "This fellow Taoist, the guest hall is on the inner gate mountain, this is the outer gate, what are you doing here?"

The man still held his head and flinched, "I heard that when you are here, you can hand over a bag of children and find a senior brother named Song to appraise treasures and solve doubts?"

"Senior Brother Song has limited time to answer questions. If you have any questions, it's better to go back to your own sect and ask your teacher!" Someone wanted to send him away quickly, and urged impatiently.

The disciples laughed and thought to themselves where the small sect came from. The poor monks were doing worse than the outer disciples of their sects.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet, and cried and said, "I can't ask anymore, my whole sect is here!"

"Ah? Where are the others?"

Everyone was confused, and I don't know why he was excited.
To be continued...