After returning to Qingshan, Xiang Que still lived a lazy life in seclusion. He didn't care about anything. He just stayed in his one-third of an acre of land by the lake. He sat on the recliner and didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes often looked a little bit.
Scattered.
Zhang Hengheng said that the master was in love with spring.
Ji Chang said that there were too many things going on outside and the master was confused.
Yuan Jue said that the master was too tired.
Xiang An, Gu Qinghan and Wang Zhanzhu said, "Stop talking nonsense. The master is clearly angry. Be careful if you make him angry. He will take advantage of you and vent his anger. Then you will be strong."
Far away by the lake, a man with a stupid head and a stupid head was looking towards the lake. He was as cautious as a thief.
Zigzag has been wandering by the lake for a long time. For him, this may be the most sacred place of Qingshan Sect, which he yearns for and worships.
Ziqu looks up to Xiang Que very much, this is his idol.
Seeing the disciples from the outer hall who were dressed here, Zhang Hengheng narrowed his eyes and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the uncontrollable zigzag in the air.
The eyes of several disciples fell on the frightened and cautious Zigzag. He didn't know whether he was really scared or excited. He bent his legs and suddenly knelt down towards the ground with a "pop".
Xiang An frowned and asked: "You should be a disciple of the outer hall. I remember that when I sent Xiang's family to the outer hall, you had just entered the outer hall not long ago. What are you doing here?"
Zhizhi was still kneeling on the ground, with fear on his honest face. Then he looked at Xiang Que who was sitting on the recliner and said, "Master Jian Shou asked me to come here, saying he wanted to take me in."
Zhang Hengheng was horrified and said: "There is indeed something wrong with the master's head. Disciples of this caliber have to be accepted as disciples... Are you looking for someone to come over and do odd jobs for us?"
The twists and turns look really inconspicuous. His cultivation level is not even that of asking the gods. There is no spiritual energy in his whole body. At the age of more than thirty years old, in the world of cultivation, his level at this time can be said to be
It was quite late, and the skin on his face was dark and rough. When he spoke, he had a rustic flavor. In modern terms, wasn't he just a rustic from a big mountain valley?
Seeing that they didn't believe it, Zigzag explained anxiously: "It's true. Mr. Jian Shou came back from outside yesterday and told me when he passed by the outer hall."
In fact, Xiang An and the others also knew that it was impossible for any disciple in the Qingshan Sect to fabricate such lies. The only possibility was that Xiang Que really took this old man under his sect.
Xiang An said "hmm", waved his hand towards him, and said: "Get up, kneeling down is not practiced here. Come with me to meet the master."
Zigzag followed Xiang An fearfully, while Xiang Que was still lying on the chair, staring blankly at the clouds in the sky.
In fact, what these disciples just said is right.
Xiang Que is a little confused.
Xiang Que is tired.
And the most important thing is that he really misses spring.
That white peony cherry blossom that was extremely important to him, he really didn't plan to use it to make elixirs.
"Master, this outer disciple said you asked him to come to you?" Xiang An asked in a low voice.
Xiang Que slowly turned his head, maybe he was a little too hasty, so he explained hastily: "Master Jian Shou, when you passed by the outer hall yesterday, you told me personally that you asked me to come to the lake today.
I didn’t lie when I was looking for you.”
Xiang Que looked at him quietly, and after a long time nodded, Zhi Zhi immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the cold sweat stopped breaking out.
"Take him with you..." Xiang Que waved his hand feebly.
Xiang An said "Okay" and walked back with Zigzag, and then introduced to Zhang Hengheng and the others seriously: "This is our master's new disciple. Come on, let's get to know each other. By the way...
What's your name?"
"tortuous"
Zhang Hengheng said quietly: "You do look quite curvy."
Zhizi smiled awkwardly, glared at Zhang Hengheng and said: "Don't talk about useless things. Since the master has brought him under our sect, he has a purpose. Don't just make fun of others. That's all."
Let me introduce you both, and from now on we will be brothers in the same sect."
Zhang Hengheng, Ji Chang, Yuan Jue and others were all smiling. Xiang Que, who was not far away, looked at this scene and sighed in his heart, saying: "It's great to be young. You don't have so many worries. You look good
Ordinary ones are pretty good too. They don’t have so many worries, unlike me who have too many advantages..."
The news that Xiang Que returned to Qingshan Sect is not a secret, and the senior officials must know it. However, no one has come to look for him in the past few days, not even the six peak masters who followed Zhao Ping to Tianchi Mountain before.
About a week after Xiang Que returned to Qingshan, two people came over together to find him.
Chen Tingjun is the ruler of the law seat, and Han He is the ruler of Qingshan Mountain.
The two came to the thatched cottage by the lake. Xiang Que was still lying on the chair. He just glanced at the two of them with his eyelids raised and did not take the initiative to say hello.
In the open space by the lake, a group of disciples were practicing sword practice.
Zhang Hengheng said solemnly to Zhi Zhi, who had just started: "Under the master's sect, there is the most exquisite skill, which is the Qingshan Sword Formation. Among us senior brothers, the worst ones are probably Gu Qinghan and Wang Zhanzhu, but they have a sword
I can also throw out at least four or five Qingshan Sword Formations. As for someone as good as me, it is not uncommon for a sword to throw out more than a dozen Qingshan Sword Formations."
Gu Qinghan and Wang Zhanzhu snorted and were not surprised.
Zhang Hengheng continued: "If you want to practice the Qingshan Sword Formation, you must at least understand the sword fighting technique created by the master. I will give you a simple guide. Listen to it. If you don't understand anything, just ask questions."
Zhizi nodded repeatedly with excitement and said: "Okay, okay."
"The moment you swing your sword, your wrist shakes very quickly. This shake gives your sword a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc. This is the principle of sword fighting."
Zhang Hengheng's explanation was serious and detailed, and he even raised his hand to hold a sword and rehearsed the twists and turns. He watched intently, imitating what he was doing, and started making gestures with his hands unconsciously.
"Do you understand? You try it. It's your first time. You don't have to worry. You just need to know the principles of sword fighting. We talented senior brothers have also practiced for a long time before mastering the essence...
"
Zhi Zi blinked his eyes and said "Oh", then raised the long sword in his hand, recalling the principles of sword fighting in his mind, stretched out his arm, imitated Zhang Hengheng's example, and shook the sword out.
Suddenly, the sword in Zhizhi's hand suddenly appeared as an afterimage, and under the tip of the sword, a total of six green mountain sword formations emerged out of thin air.
Zhizi paused in shock, and shouted excitedly: "Is it really like this, sword fighting? The master is really amazing. Third brother, am I using it right?"
Zhang Hengheng looked confused, opened his mouth, and his throat started to feel dry.