Sealing Sword: Deep snow in the old year (2)
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What can't let go is the long years, and the time that can't keep it is like water.
Su Qing Daochang accepted three disciples in his lifetime.
The first two were picked up, and Ji Qingyan was even arranged by him from birth to adulthood. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is like a parent and child, and his temperament is also optimistic and tolerant; Mu Qingshang voluntarily left with him. In the Supreme Palace, I went to the forest with Ruyan. In addition to being less lively because of my nature, he was quiet and well-behaved so that he was worry-free, easy to learn and practice, and I never shouted "bitterness" and "no work". There is no gap in life with any of the martial arts, meek and cleverly avoiding all the people and things that I don't like, simple and shrewd.
Both apprentices are respectful and close to Suqing, except for the third one. On the day of going up the mountain, Jing Fei’s cry of father and mother almost overwhelmed the morning class of Tai Shang Palace, and was more stern than Killing pigs and cattle, those who hear it are sad, those who see it weep.
At that time, it was three years after Mu Qing entered the Shang Dynasty. Ji Qingyan was teaching his master's swordsmanship. He suddenly heard such a howling of ghosts and gods. He thought it was the mountain king who was bullying the male and female. The sword missed his head, and instead asked Junior Brother to slap a wooden sword on the back of his hand, creating an extra red stick.
"Accepted, brother." Mu Qingshang took the sword, and raised his head like a little adult. "Master said, ‘sword practice is the most important thing to be imperfect, you’re distracted."
Ji Qingyan blinked and smiled slyly: "Master also said,'Children drink more milk to grow faster.' As a result, three fire sticks can be condescending to you when they are piled up. You can see that you don't need to believe it. ."
Mu Qingshang: "..."
In the end, Mu Qingshang was still dragged by Ji Qingyan to the mountain gate to watch this rare glorious scene—a child about the same age as Mu Qingshang hugged Su Qing Dao’s long leg and cried hoarsely, just like himself. If you let go, you will be dragged out and killed.
The hem of Dao's long shirt was horribly smeared with snot and tears, but he didn't care about his hands and arms, and he was even talking too much with the sound master next to him, regardless of whether the broken child had risen from crying to himself. The eighteenth generation ancestor Sapo rolled around.
Mu Qingshang had never seen such a shameless shameless shame. For a moment he was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. But Ji Qingyan asked some news from the onlookers and sneaked back to him and whispered: "This is Master’s new apprentice is called Jing Fei."
Jing Fei is eleven years old this year and is the son of an old friend of Suqing Taoist Master. The friend was getting older and caused some trouble at home, and no longer had the energy to take care of him, so he had to write to Daoist Suqing for help. Judging from the friendship for many years, although Daoist Suqing has confirmed that this son is inextricably good, and has accepted him as a disciple, it is a pity that the person concerned does not appreciate him.
Jing Fei is young and has a very loud voice: "The six generations of the Jing family have a single seedling! My father will not let me go up to the mountain to be a Taoist priest. I want to go home! I want to get the champion and marry a wife! "
Ji Qingyan said "Hey" and praised: "At a young age, I know that'the wedding night in the bridal chamber, when the gold list is titled', so ambitious."
Mu Qingshang heard what he said, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to support his forehead. The twelve-year-old child has no idea what "heart tired" is, and he doesn't want to say a word.
Jing Fei's cry stopped with a wave of the Daoist Suqing, he watched Ji Qingyan and Mu Qingshang stand obediently, and choked back when they heard the words on their lips. Two clever eyeballs poked. It stopped moving on Mu Qingshang.
The leader of Su Qing coughed slightly, and said: "These are your two teachers..."
"Hello, senior sister!" Jing Fei loosened her long calf smoothly, and rushed to Mu Qingshang with a handful of brightly blooming wild flowers, and looked up like an adult: "This flower is beautiful. With you! Sister sister, please accept this kind of heart from younger brother!"
Mu Qing Shang's eyebrows and eyes were born with his mother very well, and his body was thin and thin. He is still only twelve years old. Although the girl who was mistakenly identified is laughable, it is understandable in the end. Therefore, when Jing Fei said this sentence, except Ji Qingyan couldn't help but "poof", everyone else held back a smile and looked at it maliciously.
Mu Qingshang squinted his eyes and sighed silently.
The next moment, the wooden sword was inserted between the hands of the flower holder, and with one shot, it not only shook the wild flowers in his hand, but also hit Jing Fei's sleeping acupoint. The boy who was blinking just now suddenly turned black and fell face down to the ground.
Mu Qingshang put down his "weapons" and looked up again with a cunning look: "Master, there is nothing else to do, brother and I will go back to practice swords first."
The Suqing Daoist brushed his robes and smiled: "Bring the younger brother back with you. From now on, we will all stay at the same door and get along well."
"...Yes."
Mu Qing Commercial Committee really disliked this product, but he was used to forbearing, and did not show this dislike, obediently, together with Ji Qingyan, supported Jing Fei into the "thief's den" that the other party avoided.
They thought they would have to wait for Jing Fei to wake up for a while, but they didn't expect to come down from the mountain the next day. The Jing family, who was once rich, was burned last night, and none of them survived, including the maidservants.
The only livelihood is the **** who was entrusted to Suqing by his parents first. At the moment the news came, Jing Fei, who was about to go to the house to uncover the tiles, was struck by five thunders and did not say a word for a long time.
What terrible human affairs the Jing family got into, all the corpses were destroyed in a fire. Mu Qingshang and Ji Qingyan joined forces to hug Jing Fei to prevent him from leaving the mountain at this knot, and he did not dare to make a heavy hand. When he was so anxious that he did not know what to do, Su Qing walked back from the mountain road holding an umbrella, shaking under the eaves. Falling into the ground, she said to Jing Fei, whose eyes were red, "The one who harmed your family is dead."
Mu Qingshang and Ji Qingyan let go of their hands in a daze, Jing Fei lay down on the ground with a "plop" and raised his head to look at Suqing in a daze.
"Those who jump in the arena, life and death, grudges and hatreds are common. The Jing family is destroyed by the rivers and lakes. Your father is willing to burn with his jade, but he does not want to involve you in it, so I let me take you away. ." Su Qing looked at him quietly, "Your hatred is already gone."
Hate can promote the growth of a person, and it can also breed paranoia and gloom. There are countless people who have been tossing and turning for love and hatred throughout their lives, but parents, more than hatred, hope their children can have a good home.
A big fire burned all the enemy and me. In such a decisive way, his father pinched a debt of gratitude and enmity that may have passed through the generations to a sudden stop. Two severances, the cause and effect of the previous dust have nothing to do with Jing Fei.
Jing Fei finally lay on the ground and wept bitterly. Mu Qingshang and Ji Qingyan stared at each other, and finally both squatted down and hugged him, like three puppies warming and comforting under the rainy roof.
After burning incense to worship the ancestor the next day, they got an extra junior.
Ji Qingyan was older, and when he was young, he aspired to inherit the master’s mantle and devoted himself to cultivating the Taoism, so he won the title of "Duanya" early. Although Jing Fei was extremely reluctant when he went up the mountain, he knew the current affairs as a junjie after apprentice and followed his father’s will. Suqing is a teacher, and the Taoist name is "Duanheng". Surprisingly, Mu Qingshang was always unwilling to enter the Tao. He had many things in his mind, such as martial arts, literary strategy, Taoism, etc., but he had no thoughts of Taoism. It was not because he was not sincere, but he was not calm.
Taoist Suqing never forced others, and this time was no exception.
The only thing he didn't expect was that these three apprentices were too noisy.
The three teenagers gathered together, and Jing Fei was the lowest in age and ranking, and his temperament was the best. Before he went up the mountain, Ji Qingyan had always been steady and self-reliant as a big brother, and Mu Qingshang was also clever and sensible and never caused trouble, but when Jing Fei joined, everything changed.
Two good children meet a hapless bear child, and there are only two results, one is that the bear child abandons evil and does good, and the other is that the good child is taken badly.
The three apprentices under the knees of the Supreme Palace Lord are unfortunately the second situation.
Duan Heng doesn't like to practice exercises, nor does he like to read scriptures. The moves and practice are all gimmicks that are not even enough to bluff people, and he has exhausted eighteen methods to ask two seniors for help. With one mouth, he can sing "Deep Boudoir Resentment" with a thousand ducks. Mu Qingshang, who likes quiet the most, couldn't stand it first, and took over most of his homework, so he practiced the dual-purpose skill of double-minded and left-right bowing. The neat and beautiful lower case, with one hand dragging the mad grass that drags the dragon and the snake sprinting away, he is not even picky as the leader of the Qing Dynasty.
As a big disciple, Ji Qingyan has more opportunities to go down the mountain. Every time he goes out, Duan Heng begged to bring some messy things, ranging from the roast chicken elbow in the restaurant to the book cover in the shop. foot. Once when I returned to the mountain, I met my master and Master Suyin. The latter wanted to test his martial arts on a whim. As a result, he pulled off his clothes and leaked the script that I had just bought for my junior. The page where the scholar actor Hua Qianyue talked about love was slapped and copied ten times by Uncle Suyin.
With two elder brothers covered, Jing Fei’s life was very enjoyable. He didn’t love those orthodox martial arts, nor did he like the morality of scriptures. He went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a long time, and finally took out one. There are a large number of miscellaneous books, including hidden weapons and Qimen Dunjia, but these things are regarded as "travels" even though they are useful in the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes.
Song Qiwei, the disciple of Master Suyin, has always treated him very well. Although she entered the Taoist door early and was given the name "Duanyi", she was still a gentle girl in her bones. She tried to persuade Jing Fei more than once, but unfortunately, the young boy who was always obedient to her shook his head into a rattle this time, saying that he was not interested in Wencheng martial arts, and was only interested in these wonderful skills.
"I have a bad root and don't want to study martial arts assiduously. It's even more painful to read those scriptures. It's not as interesting as this." Jing Fei said to his two brothers holding a pile of miscellaneous books, "Wait I have learned this well, and in the future I will help the sect to guard the mountain and help the two seniors to do some tricky things. This is enough for me. People in this life have a hundred years of time, and people in the rivers and lakes still don’t know if they can live to be old. , I just want to live my life according to my own mind, I don’t care about the others."
Ji Qingyan was at a loss, and Mu Qingshang put down the wooden sword in his hand, his eyes were dark and unclear.
Jing Fei is probably the freest disciple in the Supreme Palace. Daoist Suqing never restrained him too much. Even if he caused some innocuous troubles, two seniors took turns to clean up the mess. He also understood the presumptuousness. , Although it is noisy, it is not too disgusting for cats.
Ji Qingyan is nearly a weak crown, and Daoist Su Qing’s body is not as good as before. He began to take over the burden from the master in an orderly manner, starting from the most basic housekeeping, and gradually growing into a qualified Heir.
They all have plans for their own future, and they acted in this direction, only Mu Qingshang is still standing still.
He is talented and intelligent and has excellent roots. Whether he is studying literature or martial arts, he has made rapid progress. I don't know how many elders envy Suqing to accept such a heir. But only he and the master knew that he was the most worrying and worrying disciple of Su Qing.
Mu Qingshang can do his best, but this is what he should do in his heart, not what he wants to do.
He doesn't have a goal of his own, he just follows the crowd, obeys Suqing's various arrangements, and rarely expresses his desires.
Being born, he will not have no desires and desires. Su Qing's heart is like Ming Jing. Mu Qingshang's confusion is that he has never found his destination.
He used the scriptures and rituals to restrain Mu Qingshang’s fierceness, which was cultivated since childhood, and used the practice of "Wujigong" to suppress the restlessness that grew with age, and also used martial arts to fill this young man’s mind. Life allows him to learn step by step in the boundless sea, but he didn't give him a goal to devote himself to.
If things go on like this, no matter how good Mu Qingshang is, he is just a carefully crafted doll with nothing inside.
Su Qing didn't want to see him like this.
In the second year, when the spring was cold and winter snow was beginning to melt, Daoist Su Qing took out a sword from the quiet room.
Old and simple, with flowing clouds engraved on it. When Mu Qing took the long sword with both hands, his first feeling was not the weight of the hands, but the vicissitudes of the attached sword.
"This sword was obtained from my travels when I was young. The former owner was an unknown swordsman. When I found him, he had become a dead bone in the mountain cave. There were no long objects around him. Only this sword accompanied him." Su Qing said. Long and faintly said, "I left words on the wall, only saying that he went astray and made mistakes before his life. Although he woke up in time, there was no room for reversal. It is rare to return home in his life. Solution, for posterity."
Mu Qingshang was holding the sword, his hands were not shaking, but a cold sweat appeared behind his back.
The wrinkled hands of Daoist Suqing fell on his shoulders, and said: "Qing Shang, you are my most proud disciple, and also the one I can't rest assured. I can give you martial arts talents, but I can't. Your experience and vision, you have knots in your heart, but you have no solution in this mountain. You can only go back to the world and take another trip. However, this road is ups and downs and it must be difficult to walk.
After a pause, he asked softly: "Take this sword, go down your way down the mountain, find your own way, and don't forget your way back."