The next day, instead of having dinner at the mountain top garden early in the morning, Lin Zhao took Xu Ming'an out to see the world. The two of them sat down in front of a breakfast shop in the town and ordered two bowls of spicy soup plus ten steamed buns and
There were six fried dough sticks, and the fried dough sticks were freshly fried and very crispy. Xu Mingan had never had such a delicious breakfast before and was full of praise.
Xu Mingan's travels in the world have always been "on a budget". He wears a shabby Taoist robe and carries a broken sword on his back. At most, he carries a bamboo box or something like that to hold groceries. He always sleeps wherever he goes.
He has never eaten in a restaurant, never stayed in an inn, and has never even patronized this kind of breakfast shop. His business has always been self-sufficient, and even the profitable Taoist craftsmanship is done free of charge for those ghosts in the mountains.
Yes, I still have to pay for the opening of the altar.
"Disciple, have you put it away?" Lin Zhaoxiao asked.
"Well, it's put away."
Xu Mingan nodded heavily: "Xiao Man is a pretty good kid. He has wisdom and can endure hardships. He should have no problem practicing with me in Danxia Mountain."
"As long as you like your own disciples."
Lin Zhao took a bun and said: "After eating, I will take you to see Hefeng Academy, the only academy on our snow-covered Tianchi."
"okay!"
…
Early morning, Hefeng Academy.
After Lin Zhao and Xu Ming'an stepped into the gate of the academy, Gu Lingyu shunned the young masters, fearing that they would come forward and call him "mountain master" and expose Lin Zhao's identity. Gu Lingyu did not greet him, but just held the
A pile of slips and slips were brought into the school, and the children began to learn today's saint's articles. For a time, the school was filled with the sound of reading.
"very nice."
Xu Ming'an sat cross-legged on the stone steps under the rockery, looking like a Taoist priest meditating into concentration. Lin Zhao, who was not very particular, also sat cross-legged beside him. The two of them felt the breeze in the morning and the sound of reading in the distance, until one
The little master shook the bronze bell, and the masters who were lecturing in the schoolhouses stopped teaching and let the children play and take a rest.
A group of schoolchildren were playing in the courtyard, and no one paid attention to Lin Zhao and the young Taoist priest. But just in the corridor, a little girl wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket carried a roll of slips behind her back, using it as a sword, in front of several other little girls.
After performing a set of self-created sword skills, the little girls burst into laughter. One of them said: "Gu Xiaohan, if you become a master of sword skills in the future and become a swordsman on the mountain, don't forget us sisters.
Just like the sentence taught by the teacher just now, what is it called... By the way, if you want to be rich and noble, don't forget each other!"
Gu Xiaohan smiled and nodded: "What a problem!"
Lin Zhao looked at it from a distance, his eyes full of smiles. These children are the seeds of the Snowy Tianchi. They are destined to spread all over the world in the future. Thinking about it makes people feel happy.
Xu Mingan looked at the little girl named Gu Xiaohan, with a strange look in his eyes, and said: "Lin Zhao, what do you think of Gu Xiaohan? Based on the qualifications recorded in the Danxia genealogy, this Gu
Xiaohan's qualifications should be at the level of the upper five realms, and he is the kind of person who is born with Taoist bones... Can I... accept another disciple?"
"Can."
Lin Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Xiaohan. Although Lin Zhao was a player and didn't know much about a person's cultivation qualifications, he felt very comfortable with this little girl named Gu Xiaohan just by looking at her. He could even feel good about her.
Seeing a little bit of Su Qingjiu's appearance when he was a child, Xu Mingan may have been right. Gu Xiaohan's qualifications and talents are extremely high. Even if his future achievements are not as good as Su Qingjiu's, he is at least guaranteed to be at the eleventh level.
Moreover, although his good friend Xu Ming'an seems to have little future now, his Taoist temple is in tatters, his cultivation level is average, and he cannot refine elixirs, Xu Ming'an has a simple temperament and may not be bad at cultivation. Otherwise, how can a master like Wang Laodao be qualified?
Can she like Xu Ming'an and pass the Danxia spectrum to him? Therefore, Gu Xiaohan is a child of Xueyu Tianchi. In the future, if she joins Xu Ming'an's sect, once she shines, Xueyu Tianchi will also benefit from it. After all, she is from Xueyu Tianchi.
For the children who have stepped out of Yu Tianchi, this will never change.
Lin Zhaodao: "Wait a moment, I'll ask someone to call her over. Remember to show your hand later!"
"Ah? Oh..."
Xu Ming'an blushed. He really wanted to show off his skills in the Lower Five Realms, but it was okay. There should be no problem in fooling the little girl.
Not long after, Gu Lingyu came over with the little girl, bowed to Lin Zhao from a distance, then turned around and left. Lin Zhao jumped and landed on the rockery, not intervening in the first meeting between master and apprentice.
.
"Who are you……"
Gu Xiaohan pursed his lips, looked at the young Taoist priest in shabby clothes, and said, "Taoist priest, what do you want me to do?"
Xu Mingan stood up, straightened his collar, and said, "Actually, I am a Taoist priest from Danxia Mountain. Xiaohan, are you willing to follow me up the mountain to study Dharma?"
"ah?!"
Gu Xiaohan was slightly stunned and said: "Are you the god on the mountain?"
"That's right..."
Xu Mingan scratched his head, feeling a little guilty.
Gu Xiaohan put his little hands behind his back, pretending to be an adult. After his eyes paused for a moment on the sword carried behind Xu Mingan's back, he seemed a little moved and said: "I want to be a swordsman on that mountain in the future. Will you?"
Do you want to use a sword? If your swordsmanship is not high enough, you are not qualified to be my master."
"OK."
Xu Mingan slowly raised his hand, holding the Zhenwu sword in his hand with the rag wrapped around it, without taking it out of its sheath, and said: "Shall I practice a set of Taoist sword techniques for you?"
"good."
Gu Xiaohan smiled and nodded.
On the rockery, Lin Zhao held his forehead. What was this? It was obviously the master who chose the disciple at the beginning, but how could Xu Ming'an become the disciple who chose the master in the blink of an eye? However, this little girl Gu Xiaohan is really good. In the future, this master and disciple
When the two of them are on the mountain, it's not clear who is in charge of the other, but it's good to know that with these two people here, the atmosphere of Danxia Mountain will definitely remain the same.
Sword skills are not recorded in the Danxia book, so Xu Ming'an's sword skills come from the experienced sword skills of his first master, which can be described as vulgar. Lin Zhao, a Yuanying sword cultivator, has never seen it, but fortunately, although the sword skills are rudimentary,
It was quite beautiful when played, so that Gu Xiaohan's big, watery eyes widened, and he gained a lot of knowledge. This is what he calls serious swordsmanship. The unreasonable set of rules he created himself is far away.
No one is as good looking as this Taoist priest.
"alright."
After Xu Mingan finished a set of swordsmanship, he put the Zhenwu sword behind his back again and said with a smile: "How is Master's swordsmanship?"
"It's okay..."
Gu Xiaohan folded his small arms in front of his chest and said with a smile: "But it's not enough for the gods on the mountain to know swordsmanship. I heard that all the immortal masters in Taoist sects are good at magic. Since you want to be my master, you know how to be an immortal."
Do you know how to do it? If you don’t know it, I won’t go up the mountain with you, and don’t use the tricks of those Taoist priests in the small town to deceive gods and ghosts and embarrass people~~~”
"What a problem."
Xu Mingan smiled slightly, turned around and broke off a peach branch from a peach tree. It was already the early winter season, and the spiritual energy on the snowy Tianchi was far from as rich as the mountain top garden, so it did not feel like spring all year round.
Even though the scenery is a little stronger than the severe winter in other places in the Northern Territory, the scenery in the academy is already quite bleak. A single peach branch is bare and the peach leaves have long fallen off.
"oh?!"
Gu Xiaohan opened his big eyes and stared straight at the peach branch in the young Taoist priest's hand to see what tricks he could do.
Xu Mingan smiled and circulated the Danxia spiritual energy in his body. He closed the five fingers of his right hand and suddenly wisps of golden spiritual energy were dragged on the peach branches. The vitality contained in these spiritual energy was extremely strong. In the blink of an eye, the peach branches that were almost dead bulged out.
The flower buds then bloomed into delicate peach blossoms.
"Here, Master gave it to you."
Xu Mingan handed the peach blossom branch to Gu Xiaohan.
"Thank you Master!"
Not to mention how happy Gu Xiaohan was when he accepted the peach blossom. Everything in the town is now dry, and it is impossible for the peach blossom to bloom. And there are many restrictions on the top of the mountain. Ordinary people in the town are not qualified to go up the mountain.
, Therefore, when Gu Xiaohan saw this peach blossom in winter, he felt very happy, and he was full of "My master is an immortal master on the mountain, with unparalleled immortal skills, he can bring the dead back to life"!
Gu Xiaohan jumped back to the school with a peach blossom branch and chatted with her friends. She had already agreed to become a teacher. The only problem left was her parents. As usual, this time Zhizhi came forward.
, I went to Gu Xiaohan’s house with gifts, and found that Gu Xiaohan had two older brothers, and his family background was not that good. His father was a groom in the supply camp of the Snow Region Army, and his mother usually made a living by doing some mending.
Barely surviving on the snowy Tianchi, Zhizhi took out thousands of taels of silver in one breath as Gu Xiaohan's settlement expenses after he went to become a disciple. There was nothing to say. His parents happily agreed that if Gu Xiaohan became a disciple in the future,
If you really become a god on the mountain, you will be considered a shining star.
…
The next night.
Xu Ming'an put his Zhenwu sword and bamboo basket on his back again, and took his two disciples Wei Xiaoman and Gu Xiaohan with one hand and went down the mountain. Lin Zhao originally wanted to keep him for a few more days, but Xu Ming'an really didn't care about the villa on the top of the mountain.
The rooms in Dianbie Garden are comfortable and the food is excellent, but Xu Mingan still thinks about the broken Taoist temple that his master left for him, and thinks about the reed chickens raised in the backyard to prevent them from being eaten by the foxes in the mountains.
, after all, Danxia Mountain is not rich!
Now that Xiaoman and Xiaohan have gone up the mountain, Xu Mingan has to think more about the two children. They are all growing up, and they cannot afford to miss out on food. Each person needs an egg a day, right? If those reed chickens are eaten
If the fox takes it away, what will Xu Mingan, the master, do to support his two precious apprentices?
Therefore, Xu Mingan is now returning to Danxia Mountain with full heart and bringing his two apprentices to revive the mountain!
…
Lin Zhao was a little worried about the long journey, so he asked Xiao Jiu'er to give them a ride. A sword light rose from the mountainside and took Xu Ming'an and the two disciples straight to Danxia Mountain. For Su Qingjiu, this was just
It’s just a piece of cake, but for Master Xu Mingan and his disciples, this journey takes several days.
Lin Zhao stood on the top of the mountain and watched the sword light disappear into the night. The children in the snowy Tianchi all had their own places to go, which was a good thing.
On the side, Huang Tingyu was carrying a long sword, arms crossed, and his eyes were red for no reason.
