Sealing Sword: The deep snow in the old year (1)

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Many things started vigorously, but ended in plain water.

Many people, initially high-spirited, remain silent after all.

At sunset, the first snow of the year fell, but there was still greenery on Wangchen Peak, and the green pines and cypresses stood proudly.

Ji Qingyan is only fifteen years old, she is a juvenile character. Although not as playful as ordinary children, she is very calm when studying martial arts and reading scriptures, but sometimes it is inevitable to be lonely.

Loneliness can be the sadness of loneliness and sleeplessness, or it can be the loneliness of loneliness, but for Ji Qingyan now, neither of them can beat him. What he is lonely is that he does not have one. Junior brothers and sisters who can get along well.

His master Suqing Daoist was the head of the Supreme Palace. He was funny and humorous, but he was very demanding in accepting disciples. For many years, there was only a disciple like Ji Qingyan. It was because of the long journey through the disaster area along the river. But it happened that a woman among the refugees gave birth.

At that time, Da Chu hadn't been established. The previous dynasty was at the end of the storm. Wars continued and the people were displaced. There are sects on the rivers and lakes who fish in troubled waters, rescue the wounded, and watch the fire from the shore.

Suqing belongs to the second category. Therefore, when he encountered this incident, he couldn't find a stable wife around, so he had to bite the bullet and help the woman deliver the baby. Unfortunately, the woman suffered from the crime is a dystocia, even if the Taoist used internal force and ginseng tablets to help her continue She sighed, and it was only enough for her to earn her life and give birth to a baby boy. Before she could say a word, she let go, leaving the Su Qing Daochang for nothing, holding a baby boy with a wrinkled face that hadn't even cut the umbilical cord and knelt. Look at a loss in place.

He took out dry food to help a few refugees, asked them to help bury the woman, but made trouble for the child. The world is not good, it is difficult for people to feed themselves, let alone a newborn baby? After thinking about it, Su Qing left him by his side, took him as an apprentice, and named him "Qing Yan" after his last name.

——I hope that one day, the world will be peaceful, Haiyan and Heqing.

Ji Qingyan has been a good boy since he was a child. Although he is not talented and intelligent, he is very practical. Su Qing is very satisfied with this apprentice, so he never thought of accepting another apprentice to cause trouble for him.

The Daoist Chief Yuemo can't bear to look back on the memory of holding his nose and washing diapers. As the culprit, Ji Qingyan didn't dare to speak. He had prepared for a life of loneliness, but he didn't expect to go out and travel for half a year. Dao Chang Qing finally returned to the mountain and brought back a younger brother.

At that time, he was climbing up the big tree, carefully putting a chick that fell down into the nest, and then lying on the trunk with his hands and feet on the ground, smiling at the chicks and eggs in the nest.

A voice suddenly came from under the tree: "Master, is that a monkey?"

The voice is soft and waxy, like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by sister Qiwei herself. Ji Qingyan looked down and saw a purple bamboo umbrella splashed with ink under the fine snow curtain. The umbrella surface moved back slightly, revealing most of the umbrella holder and the child beside him.

The child is really small, standing on the ground just until the umbrella holder’s legs are bent high, wrapped in a thick snow white fox fur, with a felt hat on his head, only a small face not as big as a palm. Expose it, looking up at him.

The umbrella holder smiled lightly and said: "Shang'er, that's not a monkey, it's a big brother."

As soon as the sound sounded, Ji Qingyan was startled, and quickly jumped down from the tree, and saw the face of Dao Suqing.

Suqing smiled and scolded: "You monkey, you have been out as a teacher for only a few months. When you come back, you will see you jumping up and down. Do you want to go to the house after a few days?"

He scratched his head. Fortunately, his face was thick enough, he first greeted the master, then squatted down to look at the little child from a head-up angle, and took out the candy wrapped in oil paper from his sleeve. Softly coaxed him: "The newly made **** candy may be a bit spicy, but it can warm up, would you like to eat it?"

The child blinked, then looked up at Su Qing, and waited until Dao Chang nodded, before reaching out to pick up the candy timidly.

Ji Qingyan saw the hand he protruded from under the fur. It was thin and pale, like a paper paw. Although there were no scars, it was even more shocking.

He rolled his throat a few times, and he said nothing, watching the child eat the candy, his face was wrinkled into a bun, but he didn't vomit it out.

Such a small child would not like such a spicy and sweet taste, and would not be obedient, but the child in front of him made Ji Qingyan a little surprised and a little heavy.

I don’t know how much I’ve seen, heard, and endured to behave like this at this age.

He got up and asked Suqing: "Master, is this... your new disciple?"

Su Qing nodded and motioned him to pick up the child and walk beside him. Then he said: "His name is Mu Qingshang. He is nine years old this year and is my second apprentice."

Nine years old? Ji Qingyan was stunned for a moment. The child was too skinny and light in his arms. He looked only five or six years old, but he didn't expect to be ten years old.

Feeling the child in his arms trembling, Ji Qingyan hugged him tighter, with a smile on his face, softly coaxing him: "Don't be afraid, brother is holding you."

They stepped on the broken branches and a thin layer of frost and snow, from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, and when they passed Qingming Road, Mu Qingshang poked his head out of Ji Qingyan's arms, his eyes gazed around, and finally they looked back and forth.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

He asked softly, Mu Qingshang put his hands on his shoulders, but didn't say a word. Instead, he stopped quietly, looked back, and said: "Shang'er, if you still can't let go of the past, it's still too late." /

Mu Qingshang's body stiffened, Ji Qingyan looked sideways, only to find that the master, who always loved to laugh, was expressionless at this moment, and his eyes were solemn to make people feel heavy.

He doesn't seem to care whether a child can understand it, and he said to himself: "In this life, many times you have to make important choices, but not every time you can slowly think about it. . After this road has passed, you can’t look back, because those things will have nothing to do with you from now on."

Ji Qingyan sensed unspeakable grief from these words, and he felt Mu Qingshang trembling.

Before he tried to comfort him, the child struggled twice in his arms. Ji Qingyan had to bend down and put him down. There was thin ice and snow on the ground. As soon as Mu Qingshang hit the ground, he slipped and fell on his knees. On the ground.

Ji Qingyan was startled, and hurriedly tried to help him up, but when he saw the child kneeling on the ground, he turned around with his hands and knocked three times in the direction of the coming.

After the knock, he stood up and hugged Ji Qingyan's legs without raising his head, but Ji Qingyan felt that he was crying.

Such Qing Daochang sighed and moved forward again. Mu Qingshang didn't let Ji Qingyan hug him this time, but stumbling and stumbling with the hand that was a lap larger than him. Anyway, he walked by himself. Finished this path of my own choice.

When he took the last step, Ji Qingyan knew that no matter what Mu Qingshang's past had, he was only a disciple of the Supreme Palace from now on, only the disciple of Suqing Daoist, and his own junior.

He led the newly released junior apprentice and walked on a familiar road. The disciples along the way all reported their attention, but unfortunately they were all scared back by the rare and indifferent Taoist leader, and watched the three masters and apprentices enter Ruoshuiguan .

Su Qing went into the quiet room to burn incense, Ji Qingyan took Mu Qingshang to his room to take a shower and change clothes. When the hot water came up, he tested the temperature of the water, then stripped the little brother in, took the veil and scrubbed him.

This child has delicate skin and tender meat. It should be raised by a wealthy family, but which big family would raise the child so sickly?

From beginning to end, Mu Qingshang was very quiet, as if the child who asked "monkey" in the first place was not him at all, and the silence was almost dead.

Ji Qingyan feels sorry for him inexplicably, but asks him three questions without knowing it, so she has no choice but to find a word: "Junior, do you think the water is hot?"

Mu Qingshang shook his head first, and then yelled, "Brother, being a master's apprentice, can you only be a Taoist priest in your life?"

Ji Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and said: "The Supreme Palace is a Taoist, but there are also disciples of the lay disciples. If you don't want to be a Taoist priest, it doesn't matter."

"Being a Taoist priest, you have to recite the scriptures and meditate every day. Can't you do what you want to do?"

Ji Qingyan thought for a while: "It depends on what you want to do, some are okay, some are not."

Mu Qingshang looked up at him: "Brother tell me something, okay?"

For the first time in his life, Ji Qingyan was acted like a coquettish by her younger brother, and her heart was radiant, and she said like a bamboo tube pouring beans: "If you are the Dao, you must abide by the Taoist precepts and door rules, stay away from wine, wealth, and uphold... Following the rules, this is much more relaxed. As long as you don’t do things that are against justice, you can do anything, even if you burn Master’s beard, it’s okay. Brother will help you with it."

Mu Qingshang: "..."

"So, what do you want to do, Junior Brother?" Ji Qingyan lowered her eyes, accepted the joke, and asked him seriously, "Speak up, Senior Brother will definitely help you."

Mu Qingshang was silent for a long time, until the water in the barrel began to cool.

Ji Qingyan wrapped him into rice dumplings with a generous cotton cloth and placed him on the bed. He turned to get the clothes, but heard Mu Qingshang’s voice from behind: "Brother, I want to be like Master."

Ji Qingyan smiled and squinted: "Are you going to be the lord of the palace?"

He said it very lightly, and his heart was also light. After all, he had seen Suqing's management over a mountain top, so a fool would take this burden happily. Unfortunately, he was the only leader of Suqing. Disciple, the position of the next palace lord has almost been decided by default.

Ji Qingyan looked at the younger brother with expectation, hoping that he would nod his head and he could travel around the world happily in the future.

Unfortunately Mu Qingshang rejected him cruelly.

The child probably didn't understand what the "palace lord" was, and shook his head instinctively, but couldn't tell why, so he didn't speak at all.

Ji Qingyan is a little sad and a little eager to try.

"Then I think for the time being, you want to become as good as the master." Ji Qingyan put on new clothes for him and said with a smile.

The brothers in the room spoke lightly, and the two people outside the room looked at each other and walked away one after another.

The plum blossoms in the yard bloomed, and the fragrance was smelling. Su Qing walked out for a while, and the people behind caught up and patted him on the shoulder.

That's a kind-eyed Taoist aunt. She brushed the snow on Suqing's shoulders, held up an umbrella for him, and smiled: "You two apprentices are very interesting."

Su Qing glanced at her and said nothing.

"One is thick and small, and one is small and big. In the future, it will not be a fuel-efficient lamp." The Taoist smiled and squinted. "You are a master, you have to work hard."

Su Qing said suddenly: "Actually they were wrong."

"Huh?"

Su Qing put Fuchen over his arms and said: "I'm not good."

How about high martial arts? There will be a day when the hero will end.

How about high status? There will be a time when the clouds and rain will overturn.

No matter how powerful people are, they can't escape birth, old age, sickness and death, just like the rise and fall of a family and the world, and success or failure is inevitable.

"I'm just a person, and there will always be times when I can't do my best." Su Qing picked up a strand of white hair and smiled slightly.

The Taoist aunt was startled, and then smiled: "I remember that my brother has always been strict with himself, but I didn't expect that now he is beginning to obey the old."

Su Qing said: "I am old too."

Suddenly the Taoist girl was speechless.

Suqing raised his palm, caught a piece of falling snow, and said: "I want to pass "Wuji Gong" to him."

Taogu immediately regained consciousness.

Ji Qingyan is the big disciple of Suqing, the next head of the Supreme Palace, he began to practice "Wuji Gong" five years ago, and it is natural that he can't say "biography" at the moment, so Suqing refers to...

"Brother Master, this is not in compliance with the rules." Daogu said solemnly, ""Wuji Gong" is a technique that can only be practiced by the Supreme Palace Master, and..."

"And this is not a good thing." Su Qing raised his eyes, "But I have decided."

The Taoist girl lowered her face: "Brother, give me a reason."

"Shang'er's wish was not stated just now, now I will speak for him." Suqing looked at the closed door, "This kid, what I want is... to live like me."

The Taoist girl was taken aback: "Like you..."

"I met him in Mistral Ridge." Suqing said, "That's not a good place. I didn't catch up with a good time when I dived, and I didn't see any good people."

The Taoist aunt looked solemn and listened with bated breath.

"At that time, the master of Mizongling killed a lot of people. It was raining in the sky, and the people who abandoned their bodies walked away. I saw him running out. The road was unsteady and his face was pale with fright, but he still recognized I carefully touched each corpse, and finally touched one with a breath and smiled like a fool..." Su Qing recalled these things, his eyes gradually far-reaching, "But that person can't be saved, his ribs pierced his lungs. It’s painful to live longer, and it’s only a while to survive."

The Taoist girl's throat choked: "What happened later?"

"Later, he killed the man." Su Qing stretched out his hand and gestured, "Take a piece of broken porcelain hidden on his body, cut his neck, and kill him in one fell swoop. The man died happily, he Shaking hands but good heads."

Daogu's face changed drastically. She thought of the weak-sounding child in the room just now, and suddenly a chill came out behind her back.

"At that time, I thought, I have to take this child away, if I let him stay in Mizongling..." Suqing smiled, "I always believe that human nature is the most difficult thing to withstand. He is like a piece of snow, already smeared with blood and footprints, and still so white, we have to cover it with snow instead of letting people continue to trample."