Chapter 29 The Ascended Senior Brother is Selfless 2
Five hundred years later.
Tianyizong, Jinxiu Mountain.
On a big leafy tree, a girl was lying on the branch sleeping.
He has a slender figure, light green clothes, his right foot is hanging down, and his posture is casual.
The skylight and cloud shadows fell from the gap in the big tree, and a thick leaf covered his face.
"Floating dust, floating dust." Someone called, and the voice was magnetic. If a woman heard this, she couldn't help but blush.
"Hmm." Fuchen squeaked, a muffled voice coming from under the leaves, sleepy and lazy.
"Elder brother is about to leave seclusion. Have you finished your homework?" the voice said softly, and the lingering sound at the end of the sentence could not hide the thought of watching the fun.
Fuchenteng stood up and asked, "When?"
The second senior brother Fengshao displayed his pretentious phoenix tail feather fan and said with a smile, "It's almost there. Oops." He pretended to count with his fingers, "In less than three days." The feather fan pointed at Fu Chen, "I'll watch you.
There will be a bloody disaster."
"I'll go." The young woman jumped down from the tree, her light yellow gauze skirt flying like flowers in the wind.
Fuchen walked as fast as flying, ran to the transformation array on the top of the mountain, entered Qingyun Peak, flew to the wing room on the top of the mountain, landed in a hurry, stumbled twice, and kicked the door to the threshold. He turned around and entered the house, took out the dusty book on the table, and read ten lines at a glance
, murmured in the mouth and recited quickly.
The second senior brother came over, fanning himself, leaning against the window, laughing and teasing, "It's good to sharpen your gun before the battle, even if you don't do it quickly. It's good."
Fuchen was too lazy to listen to his second senior brother, and stared at the textbook, trying to stick to it. Paragraph after paragraph of text went around in his mind, and there was no capacity.
However, my heart was burning with urgency, wishing I could hold it back for a while.
I couldn't help but complain: Why didn't I read it before? It won't be so painful now. I must finish my homework in the future.
One eye has ten lines, and the brain remembers one line with ten eyes.
I recited this lesson all afternoon and continued to recite it at night.
The second senior brother sat at the stone table in the courtyard eating and drinking, accompanied by the bright moon and the clear breeze, reciting and composing music in a clear voice.
Fairy Caixia entered the courtyard dressed in colorful clothes and said, "Junior sister, it's time to eat." Her voice was soft and delicate, like the sound of nature.
The fluttering colorful clothes only accentuate the delicate flowers.
"Senior sister." Fuchen heard the sound and immediately climbed over the window and hugged someone, crying, "I'm going to die."
Fairy Caixia's voice immediately gained strength and she waved her arms, "What's wrong? Senior sister, help you!"
Qingkong Immortal blew tea and said, "Leave her alone. She didn't endorse it. If senior brother comes out, he will definitely punish her."
Fuchen held his hand and swayed like a baby, "Senior sister~"
"How much difference?" Fairy Caixia asked.
Fuchen opened his mouth and said "uh" for a long time, not knowing what number to say.
"I haven't memorized even a single chapter. It has been three years and the book has become infested with worms. She has never touched it." The second senior brother revealed the truth unceremoniously.
Fuchen lowered his head, had a shy face, and pursed his lips in silence: You can't blame her. One nap will make three months. Two more naps will make it one year. If you can travel around the mountains and play in the water, go to the lower world to watch a show, I don't know.
Three years passed before I knew it.
The senior sister couldn't help but continue to maintain, "It's too little. Junior sister, come on. You can carry as much as you can in the past few days. Let me see if I can help you hold the senior brother for a while."
The second senior brother snorted, "Just dote on her. We are about to ascend. What will she do without us?"
"She is still young." The third senior sister defended and criticized the second senior brother.
"You're not young! Five hundred, you're almost an adult!" The second senior brother said "down" and put the cup on the table. He stood up, flicked his sleeves, and the cup and pot disappeared from the table.
Time flies in the world of immortality.
One day in heaven and one year on earth.
The world of cultivating immortals is between the heavenly world and the human world. One day on the mountain lasts one month on earth.
The second senior brother left.
Third Senior Sister patted Fuchen on the head and said, "Leave him alone. I'll help you."
Fuchen held the book and read hard, memorizing it. From the bright moon and the stars to the sunrise in the east, and then to the sunset in the west. For three days in a row, Fuchen held the book and chewed it back and forth.
The senior sister helped bring tea and water and kneaded my shoulders, and she meditated beside me in her free time.
The second senior brother would come over from time to time, sit there, drink tea and watch a show, and then leave again.
Three days are up.
The main courtyard has a strong and familiar atmosphere.
All three people felt it.
"Senior sister." Fuchen cried sadly. She couldn't carry it anymore.
My brain has been idle for too long. Suddenly my brain power is no longer able to do anything.
"I'll do it." The senior sister patted Fuchen on the shoulder and walked arduously towards the main courtyard.
Fuchen stood guard in front of the window.
Halfway through, the senior sister came out of the main room alone, lowered her eyebrows and sighed. She raised her head, met Fuchen's gaze, and slowly shook her head.
"Humph." The second senior brother laughed and fanned his feather fan to watch the show.
"Floating dust!" came Senior Brother's voice as cold as mountain stream water.
The floating dust was like a decapitating flying knife approaching, his face was twisted into a ball, his feet were stuck to the ground, and he was pushing forward at a snail's pace.
Finally, when he came to the door, Fuchen took a deep breath and stepped in.
Standing in front of Senior Brother with his head lowered, his face is like that of an old nun in meditation, waiting for "the sound of the Buddha to enter his ears."
The second senior brother followed him to the door, the smile in his eyes never changed.
"How many have you carried?" Senior Brother stood in the main position, his posture was like a sword on his back, firm and cold. He lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, looking at the black head in front of him.
Fuchen was silent, raising his hand and slowly stretching out a finger.
"Kneel down!"
Fuchen knelt down in a "thump", showing his long-term proficiency in responding to orders quickly. With his straight chest, lowered head, and calm face, he was already a shameless old dog.
"What did you say before retreating?" Senior Brother sat in the main seat and stared at the people on the ground.
Fuchen stiffly said, "Finish memorizing "Tian Ji Chou"."
"What did you promise?"
“If you can’t finish memorizing it, copy it a hundred times, until you can recite it backwards and forwards.”
The senior brother said calmly, "Let's get started."
"Senior brother!" Fuchen hugged his thighs and cried sadly, "It's too much."
His thighs didn't respond, and his eyes remained cold.
"I was wrong." Fuchen continued to cry.
no response.
"Spare my life."
There was no reaction at all. The gaze was like running water, as if it had been flowing steadily for thousands of years and never changed.
"Senior brother!" Fuchen shook his thigh and begged loudly for mercy.
The senior brother's gaze never changed, without blinking.
Fuchen became angry and threatened, "I'll cry."
Senior brother is still as cold as water, as if he is saying: Are you crying, do you think I can't move? I don't feel soft-hearted.
The second senior brother sat on the chair at the back and kept watching the show.
Fuchen took out a scroll from his sleeve and held it out with both hands, as carefully as a treasure.
The scroll moved into the air and stood side by side with the senior brother.
The scroll was opened, revealing an image. The face in the picture was exactly the same as that of the senior brother, and even the clothes and sword were exactly the same.
It is undoubtedly the elder brother.
Fuchen adjusted his kneeling direction and faced the black and white portrait. He threw out a handkerchief from his sleeve, opened his mouth, and howled, "Senior brother! Senior brother! You died so miserably!"
The handkerchief was pressed against his eyes, wiping away the non-existent tears.
