No matter who he is, Shen Fengshu is too lazy to pay attention to the person who wants to see him.
"At this time, do you know what a smart person should do?" Shen Fengshu asked the kneeling middle-aged man.
"I know! I know!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed. He quickly kowtowed three times, reached out and touched a medium-sized stone at the nearest place, and hit his head with his backhand.
It didn't hit him immediately, and although blood flowed out, the person was definitely still conscious. However, the middle-aged man fell down, closed his eyes, and fell into a coma. It was definitely the kind of coma that he couldn't wake up even if he screamed.
Being chased by monks from Shangjiuzhou because of his poems? Shen Fengshu felt very unjust. But if the monks from Shangjiuzhou were being chased by a group of mortals, then wouldn’t this monk have been too miserable?
Ignoring it, Shen Fengshu rode directly to the Kuangjian Sect. His father had used his old friendship for hundreds of years, so he had to give him face. Even if Shen Fengshu no longer needed to worry about the problem of the soul leaving the body, he still had to go. Come to visit. Originally, Shen Fengshu thought that Kuangjian Sect was a sect similar to Langhuan Academy or Qingyun Temple. I dare not say that it occupies several famous mountains and rivers. It must have a territory of hundreds of miles. ?As a result, we found the location according to the tips given by Shen Zhen.
It was only when I was walking that I realized that this was a mountain temple.
If it were a mountain temple in a famous mountain, that would be okay. At least the incense and incense are flourishing and the crowds are flowing. At any rate, the life of the people in the temple can be relatively good. However, this mountain temple is far away from human traces, and it is six miles away from the nearest town. More than ten miles away. Not only is it not a famous mountain, it is simply a bare barren mountain. The mountain temple is not big either, with a shabby main hall no bigger than the study room in Shen Fengshu's manor, and two statues of the mountain god and his grandmother. The clay statues are also in dilapidated condition.
Outside is another side room and a small kitchen, as well as the two masters and apprentices living here.
If there is a small whirlwind blowing by at this time, accompanied by a few crows and three or two remaining leaves flying in the wind, it will be a completely cold and speechless scene.
In fact, Shen Fengshu is in such a mood at this moment. Is this a fairy sect? A majestic mad sword sect. There are only two people? How about playing?
The master looks to be in his fifties and energetic. The apprentice is a little younger, a few years older than Shen Fengshu, with bright and sharp eyes. The common characteristic of both of them is that they are poor, so poor that they are like pants.
"Uncle Ding?" Shen Fengshu looked at the slender master and called out in doubt. If he hadn't seen the mark on the sword that his father had said, he wouldn't have believed that this was the person he was looking for.
It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's just that this person is too unlike a cultivator. Shen Zhen and Chen Yiyan are also monks. Although they have given up practicing, they can easily make a fortune. Things that are suitable for monks can easily be used In the secular world, if you sell for a sky-high price, no matter how miserable you are, you can't live in such a miserable state.
To a certain extent, right?
"Who are you?" Master Zhangshuo looked at Shen Fengshu with vigilance in his eyes. With that posture, if Shen Fengshu didn't look like a mere mortal, he might have taken it down directly.
"Father Shen Zhen, junior Shen Fengshu." Shen Fengshu hurriedly signed up, and then presented the token that his father asked him to bring with him, a wooden sign with several horizontal and vertical cuts on it, and a letter.
Shen Zhen's sea of consciousness was shattered and he could no longer use his spiritual consciousness, so he could only use primitive methods like writing letters to convey information.
"Is your dad okay?" As soon as he saw the wooden sign, Uncle Ding's eyes softened and he took the wooden sign and the letter. There was almost no expression on his face, but he was accurate just by his eyes. conveyed his emotions. Shen Fengshu answered honestly. After some questioning, Uncle Ding had some understanding of Shen Zhen's family. Of course, these are what Shen Zhen told Shen Fengshu to say, Some things that cannot be said are still left unsaid. For example, killing Uncle Liu and Lin
Those things about Uncle Master.
Then Shen Fengshu finally knew the name of the young apprentice, Ding Jian.
Ding Jian was an orphan picked up by Uncle Ding twenty years ago. He took his surname directly and later became Uncle Ding's apprentice. However, although they were said to be master and apprentice, in fact they were like father and son.
"Uncle Ding, are you...too poor?" After getting to know each other, some questions could be asked. Shen Fengshu immediately expressed doubts about the life of Uncle Ding's master and apprentice. "You know nothing!" Uncle Ding is now He directly regarded Shen Fengshu as his nephew and ignored Shen Fengshu's thoughts at all. How to teach his disciples was his own business. It was not the turn of a junior to comment. He spoke unceremoniously: "The sword is about to open."
The edge needs to be sharpened with coarse sand first."
The sword Uncle Ding mentioned was currently on the back of his apprentice Ding Jian. The symbol of the Mad Sword Sect that Shen Fengshu saw was also engraved on the hilt. As for Uncle Ding's own sword, Shen Fengshu didn't look at it. arrive.
Shen Fengshu really didn't understand. Even if Uncle Ding said nothing, Shen Fengshu could only understand that the children of poor people would become the masters early, and the boys would be raised by the poor and the girls would be raised by the rich.
It's not impossible for a monk with a similar level of cultivation to his father, or perhaps a higher level, to lead his apprentices through hard times to sharpen their character, but is it as far as this?
Once a disciple trained in this way is exposed to the temptation of the mortal world and knows that he can easily get everything he wants with his own cultivation, how will he develop in the future? It is quite dangerous!
Uncle Ding didn't look at Shen Fengshu's strange expression, but picked up the letter, tore it open and read it.
Shen Fengshu followed it boredly, and then looked at Ding Jian. Ding Jian didn't say anything, and looked at Shen Fengshu. The two of them just looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. After looking at it for a while, Shen Fengshu discovered that, Ding Jian is actually very handsome, with sharp eyebrows, eyes, and lips. It's just because his clothes are too tattered, and his hair is casually pulled into a lazy bun without taking care of it carefully, so he looks...
Must be a little sloppy.
But he has good skin and a stylish figure. If he changes his clothes and hairstyle, and maintains his coolness of not talking much, he is definitely a handsome man.
While thinking about it, Uncle Ding had already read Shen Zhen's letter.
"Ding Jian is almost finished. He originally planned to go out for training in a year or two at most." After putting away the letter and looking at Shen Fengshu, Uncle Ding said: "Your father asked you to come to the house for help. Just in time, Ding was asked to come. The sword will protect you for a while."
"Thank you, Uncle Ding!" This is the purpose of Shen Fengshu's coming, to find a temporary bodyguard for himself. After hearing this, he thanked him immediately. "Thank you in no hurry." Uncle Ding waved his hand: "Your father said that you are talented in literature and have extraordinary knowledge. From now on. , you take Ding Jian to see more of the beautiful world, and see more of the sights and sounds of dogs and horses. After rough sanding, you need to sand it finer. After sanding it finely, you need to use silk and satin.
Come and wipe it, but you will still see blood after wiping it. This child has suffered from me, you let him enjoy the happiness."
"You have to obey your orders!" And there is also such a method of tempering such as sensual dogs and horses? Shen Fengshu was really eye-opening. He hurriedly agreed, then turned to Ding Jian and saluted: "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Ding!"
Ding Jian didn't speak, but responded coolly.
"Where is the seal your father mentioned?" Uncle Ding spoke again, asking about the seal made by Sister Ruxue to seal the soul. Calculated by time, Shen Fengshu has been away from home for almost two months, and it must be stamped again. .
Shen Fengshu took out the chapter from the void ring. Uncle Ding was not surprised at all that Shen Fengshu had a space ring. He took the chapter and without saying a word, he directly covered Shen Fengshu's arm and threw it back. "Go to mortal cities more often recently, and don't go to the Immortal Gate to look around." After stamping Shen Fengshu, Uncle Ding seemed to feel that his work was done, and was about to wave someone to leave, but suddenly I remembered something and pointed it at the two of them.
He warned: "The Immortal Sect has been a little uneasy recently, so don't get involved in right and wrong."
"Yes!" Shen Fengshu agreed quickly, but Ding Jian beside him still didn't speak and just nodded.
After all, Uncle Ding is a monk. Even if he is a half-secluded disciple, he still has channels to get information about some things outside. At least Shen Fengshu has seen the flying swords passed down by senior sisters, and I think it is the same with Uncle Ding. "Don't take it lightly." Uncle Ding has been in the world for many years. One look at the performances of Shen Fengshu and Ding Jian and he knew that they didn't take it seriously. Then he warned: "An immortal sect was exterminated half a month ago. Up and down
Out of thousands of people, only two or three kittens who went out were alive, and even the ancestors of Jindan were wiped out."
A fairy sect with thousands of people will be destroyed at will? What the sisters said is indeed right. Cultivation is really a very dangerous thing.
"Your father praised you for your great literary talent. Don't show off your literary talent casually these days, especially poetry." Uncle Ding saw the surprised expressions on both of them and was satisfied: "It is said that this incident is related to a poem. "
No way? Chen Fengshu's heart skipped a beat. It was related to a poem, and an immortal sect was exterminated?
"Uncle Ding, what is the name of the immortal sect that was destroyed?" Shen Fengshu asked hurriedly.
"The famous teaching department is called Langhuan Academy." Unexpectedly, Uncle Ding quickly answered the question.
Boom! There was thunder and lightning in Shen Fengshu's ears, and he was shocked. Langhuan Academy was wiped out half a month ago? Even the Jindan Patriarch was killed? So what happened to Senior Brother An?
In the entire Langhuan Academy, Shen Fengshu probably only cares about Senior Brother An. What does the life or death of the others have to do with me? "Don't worry!" Uncle Ding looked at Shen Fengshu's dull expression and thought he was being raped. He was frightened and comforted him: "This is a matter of the immortal sect and has nothing to do with mortals. You just wander around the mortal city and enjoy yourself. Don't do anything wrong."
Just do whatever is wrong."
"That...that..." Shen Fengshu hesitated twice, then smiled bitterly. Finally, he felt that he should speak clearly: "Uncle Ding, that poem may have been written by me."
"You wrote it!" Uncle Ding repeated subconsciously, and then he realized what it meant. He was shocked for a moment: "You wrote it?"
"It was written in Langhuan Academy." Shen Fengshu replied with a wry smile. At this time, Uncle Ding and Ding Jian looked at Shen Fengshu as if they were looking at monsters, dumbfounded.