Sealing Sword: Deep snow in the old year (5)


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The two stalks bloom in two places, with the same thoughts.

Mu Qingshang returned to Wangchen Peak with Shen Liu.

He has been down the mountain for more than half a year, and the Supreme Palace is still the same as when he left. Except for the two seasons, the cold of spring has turned into coolness of autumn, nothing else has changed.

Ji Qingyan's full head of blue silk is tied into a doo, and his martial arts uniform has also been replaced by a Taoist robe. There is an extra piece of Tai Chi jade pendant on the waist, and the style of the future leader is already faintly visible.

He got the news early, and personally took Jing Fei and Song Qiwei to wait down the mountain. When they saw the two coming together, he first offered a salute to Shen Liu, and then he brought Mu Qingshang over and asked him warmly.

Shen left his hands around his arms, and a soft color settled quietly in his eyes. It was clear that Mu Qingshang had grown up like this, and was no longer a child who needs to be taken care of by others, but these people always put him in his heart. Years grew and indifferent.

He finally understands why after a few years, Mu Qingshang can still uphold the pure conscience as he saw when he was young. It is not that the other party has not been rained and rained, but the memory left by the Supreme Palace is always So pure.

Be gentle to the world, and hope that the world treats you gently. (Note)

Shen Liu has been fighting for his life with evil spirits over the years, and he has raised a stomach of bad water, but he has not yet become a black heart. He does not agree with such innocent gentleness, but it does not prevent him from appreciating their kindness. Perseverance in reading.

After all, there are only the people of the fly camp and gougou in the world, so it may not be too sad.

As the Young Palace Master, Ji Qingyan is regarded as a half-owner. Naturally, it is impossible to leave the guests aside for a long time. After a few words with Mu Qingshang, he handed them to Jing Fei and Song Qiwei, and walked to Shen Liu's side and turned There was a small jade bottle in his palm, and he smiled and said: "I have been traveling for many days, this medicine has the effect of invigorating Qi, please don't dislike it.

Compared to Mu Qingshang, who is still a young and young businessman, Ji Qingyan is more than a half-hearted in his life. Although Shen Liu will not let go of wariness, he still reaches out his hand not to hit the smiley person, and politely picks up the jade bottle. Ji Qingyan also holds it The distance between the two people living in and retreat is just right.

Shen Liu smiled and said: "Thank you for the help of the Supreme Court for this disaster. Shen Liu dare not forget this feeling and meaning, and there will be a return in the future."

Ji Qingyan had long known that he and Mu Qing were acquainted with him, and smiled when he heard the words: "The poor road prayed day and night, and I hope that Lord Shen will not die in disaster."

Shen Liu couldn't help but caress his palm. If this person weren't in the Daomen, he would definitely be a rare and exquisite person.

Mu Qingshang saw that Ji Qingyan had a smile on his face, and he was determined in his heart. As long as the brother passed the test, he would stay in the Supreme Palace during this period of time.

He felt relieved, and asked with a gentle smile: "Where is the master?"

Usually at this time, Daoist Suqing either meditated in the quiet room to practice internal skills, or he was reading and copying scriptures in the study. Mu Qingshang had a lot of things in his mind to tell Master. Before the words were over, he was in a hurry, but he didn’t. Thinking of the three fellow students, their expressions changed in an instant.

Mu Qingshang’s smile melted at the corner of his mouth: "What's the matter?"

Song Qiwei saw the tired look in his eyes, she couldn't bear it, and exchanged a wink with Ji Qingyan, but she didn't expect Jing Fei to hide, and her voice was muted: "Master is sick."

Mu Qingshang knew that Jing Fei was an offensive person. If Su Qing was just wind-cold and lacking heat, the other party would never show such a crying expression. He immediately tightened his heart and wanted to ask questions but was held down by Ji Qingyan's shoulders.

"Don't worry, Master is old, and it will be uneasy to catch some cold. You will be unhappy later..." He paused suddenly, then replied, "You don't need to see him later, so you won't bother Master rest."

Mu Qingshang was stunned by this unexpected statement. He couldn't understand what the senior brother meant. Shen Liu glanced at it and saw a flash of worry in Ji Qingyan's eyes.

Ji Qingyan spoke smoothly, obviously because he didn't want to make things in the sect to the outsider when he first met. Jing Fei knew that he had made a mistake, and no longer said too much. He took over for the senior brother to lead Shen Liu. The latter's eyes turned around the four of them, listening to Jing Fei's introduction of the scenery along the way, without saying a word of extra.

Mu Qingshang still couldn't rest assured, he would have to see Suqing with his own eyes, and followed Ji Qingyan to the front, hurried in his footsteps.

If Shen Liu added color to his pale childhood, the appearance of Su Qing brought him a future he had never dared to hope for.

If a master is like a father, nothing more than that.

Ji Qingyan and Jing Fei led Shen Liu to the guest house. Song Qiwei led Mu Qingshang all the way to the Feidao Pavilion where Su Qing lived. Before the split, Ji Qingyan obviously still had something to say to Mu Qingshang, but the latter had to go. It was too fast and didn't give him this chance.

Shen Liu followed Ji Qingyan's gaze to look at the back of the two men. The sunlight lengthened Song Qiwei's shadow, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the fleeting edge in the other's sleeve.

Mu Qingshang didn't notice it.

As soon as he arrived in the yard, Mu Qingshang subconsciously glanced at the cypress trees planted in the yard. They had fallen a lot of leaves and looked bald, squatting like an old man.

It is said that this cypress tree was planted by the previous palace owner himself when he started to learn from Suqing. After decades of wind and rain, it has already been pavilions and pavilions. It has not changed for many years, and it fits the meaning of "Suqing". Unexpectedly, this year's withered state appeared.

Mu Qingshang panicked suddenly.

Song Qiwei covered her mouth, her eyes were red, she stepped forward and knocked on the door, her voice hoarse: "Palace Master, Master, Qingshang Junior Brother is back."

Mu Qingshang stared at the door, afraid that it would open and that it would not open.

With a "squeak", the sound master opened the door too much. When he saw Mu Qingshang, his eyes were on him for a long time, but it seemed that he wasn't just looking at him, but Mu Qingshang was not all over his body. Get free.

Master Su is too rigorous, but has always been kind to these juniors. This is the first time that Mu Qingshang has experienced such a substantive cold gaze in the past few years.

He couldn't help but whispered: "Uncle Master..."

"You... just come back." The sound master was too silent for a moment, and after all, he slowed down, "Brother is waiting for you in the room."

After she finished speaking, she brushed past Mu Qingshang and took Song Qiwei out of the distance.

There was cold sweat behind Mu Qingshang. He saw Master Su's back disappearing at the entrance of the courtyard, and then cautiously pushed the door in, for fear that more movement would disturb Master.

However, Daoist Suqing did not sleep.

He sat leaning on the bed, holding a weird object and a small carving knife in his hand, and seeing Mu Qingshang put the object on the mattress when he came in, he smiled and waved: "Going out for a few months, Lost a lot."

Actually, Mu Qingshang hasn't changed much, but Su Qing has lost much weight in the past half a year.

He is not young anymore. When he adopted Ji Qingyan, he was not confused. When he was adopted as a disciple of the Qing merchants, he was close to his sixtieth year. It was only because of his high internal strength and vitality that he was not very old and he was in In a high position, no one dared to regard him as an old man.

However, Suqing is indeed old.

Beards and hair were stolen by fleeting years, and the once smooth skin was also loose and wrinkled. In the past few years, it is also easy to get sick. Although they are all small problems of wind, cold, dampness and heat, they are becoming more frequent and people are gradually losing weight. Now that he has stepped down from the complicated headwear, only skin and bones are left.

This is the first time Mu Qingshang has seen such a suqing.

When he was young, he most wanted to become a person like Su Qing. He was calm and strong. He seemed to be able to straighten his spine and never collapse. But now Su Qing is already rickety, and his once-powerful five fingers are now even holding a knife. tremble.

Mu Qingshang once thought that he had a lot of time to grow up, and under the protection of his master, he became a man who stood upright like him. However, countless "futures" and "futures" have piled up, and now Fang Xiao is a "child desire" Raise but not wait". (Note 2)

Today’s things look forward to tomorrow, even if tomorrow is so many, but the years are not tolerable, and the personnel are even worse.

Mu Qingshang sits on the side of the couch, holding Suqing's skinny hands, holding back the sourness, and gently asking: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

His voice is very soft, for fear that it will make Su Qing feel uncomfortable, but the Taoist leader reached out and touched the corner of his eye, and smiled: "You are sixteen years old, why are you still crying?"

Mu Qingshang's heart felt like being hollowed out, he couldn't speak, and gently rubbed Master's palm.

Su Qing said: "I am not sick, but old, you don't have to make a fuss."

Birth, old age, sickness, and death, the world goes back and forth again and again, Su Qing can't say anything more plainly, but Mu Qingshang's nose is sour and he almost cried.

Although there are three apprentices under Suqing’s knees, Jing Fei just puts on the name of master and apprentice, and gathers the knowledge of the elders in miscellaneous learning, and has no teaching truth with him, so Ji Qingyan and Mu Qingshang are his true meaning Disciple.

Compared with Ji Qingyan, who is calm and proper, Su Qing's attitude towards Mu Qingshang has always been more careful and cautious. Although this disciple is young, he has a special background. He was brought out by the harsh environment early on. Soft, good and bad.

Su Qing always hopes that he can be alone, but he can't let him fly. Instead, he restrains him without a trace with the rules and human sentiments. He always thinks that this will make Mu Qingshang start again, but he ignores it. Human nature is the most difficult thing to think about.

He knew well that the five years of time were not so much a meticulous teaching, but a subtle tame.

Unfortunately...this is not entirely correct.

Suqing lowered his eyes and asked: "I read your letter and reunited with my childhood deceased after a long absence, but I feel happy in my heart?"

Mu Qingshang originally wanted to ask a lot of things, but now he doesn’t want to confide a word, he smiled along with his words, it’s rare to behave well, as it happens: "Well, the disciple is very happy, but I'm just worried about whether he will bring him to the teacher. I’m here to trouble, and I deliberately ask Master to punish you, so you can do it lightly."

Su Qing laughed: "When I was a kid, I didn’t say anything about making you laugh, but now I’m learning from Jing Fei’s monkey...I’ve personally read your letter. Although the Supreme Palace is avoiding the world, I’m not afraid of things. Evil ones, why not open a convenient door?"

"Thank you, Master."

The master and apprentice chatted for a few words, and the atmosphere of sorrow that was originally a little bit more relaxed under the tacit activity of the two. Mu Qingshang picked up the thing on the mattress and found that it was a mask made of silver. Except for the eye sockets and olfactory holes, even the lips were not exposed. The forehead and under the eyes were carved with flowing clouds, which looked like Kind of mysterious beauty.

"This is..."

Su Qing smiled slightly: "For you."

Mu Qingshang was startled: "We...we?"

He was puzzled, but Su Qing didn't smile, just looked over quietly.

Although Su Qing is old, his eyes are still not turbid, black and white, and pure and upright as if he can hide all secrets. Mu Qingshang was looked at by him and only felt cold behind his back, a kind of inexplicable Anxiety arose from the bottom of my heart, accompanied by an unspeakable anger.

The anger was directed at himself and at the Suqing in front of him, but Mu Qingshang didn't know where the anger came from.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his voice trembled: "Master, disciple... I don't understand what you mean."

"Since you can write your doubts about Absence in the letter, how can you face me and dare not ask in person? Shang'er, you don't understand, but you don't want to think about it." After a pause, solemnly. Qing asked another question, "How is your "Wuji Gong" practice now?"

Mu Qingshang reluctantly settled down: "I just passed the seventh level of the entry, and now I have a first glimpse of the'ren situation'."

In addition to the three realms of "relentlessness", "relentlessness" and "forgetfulness", "Wujigong" had seven steps as a solid foundation before. However, this method of mind is too demanding for people. After that, most of them stopped in the realm of "Ren Qing", even Su Qing spent decades of his life, but it was only "Ren Qing" Dzogchen.

Ji Qingyan has been practicing for more than ten years, but he has only stepped into the threshold of "any situation". Although he has made rapid progress in other martial arts, he seems to be a snail in this martial arts. Fortunately, he does not insist on it, let him be free Development, even if it does not rely on this work, it will be successful in the future.

However, he is so enlightened, but he is very strict with Mu Qingshang in this matter. It is the most basic requirement to go three weeks in the morning and evening. He usually pays more attention to it from time to time, almost forcing him to practice "Wuji Gong ".

Mu Qingshang is now sixteen years old, and he can get a first glimpse of the doorway of "responsibility". It is due to his talent and the hard work of his master. If it is spread out, he is afraid that he will be famous.

But when he finished the confession nervously, Su Qing's expression was very solemn.

"For the first time, I saw the ‘passionate’, no wonder... things are going to be reversed, and it’s my fault." Su Qing sighed. He rarely does this, but now he has to sigh.

The suspicion cloud over Mu Qingshang's head is getting bigger and bigger, and he unconsciously becomes nervous: "It is the disciple who is not up to date and the progress is slow, which disappoints the master."

Suqing shook his head: "You didn't do anything wrong, it was my oversight... When you go down the mountain, you should have reached a bottleneck?"

Mu Qingshang nodded, hesitating: "The disciples felt that the internal interest was floating in the past few days, but it was not hindered. When he saw the master's avatar lacking skills, he did not say anything."

"If you said, I won't let you down the mountain at that time." After a pause, Su Qing said coldly, "I will keep you in the Supreme Palace until you reach the'no context' , If it fails, you will be abolished martial arts."

Mu Qingshang was startled, the chill behind his back turned into spikes, and he smashed him from skin to bone.

Although Su Qing is old and sick, he has invisible killing intent when the voice falls. Mu Qingshang instinctively retreats, forcing himself to release his sword, but the inexplicable anger grows stronger It was so strong that he couldn't help shaking slightly.

Mu Qingshang has been agile since he was a child, so he could naturally hear that Su Qing's words were not coaxing him, but true.

He was panicked and aggrieved. He was more confused. He pinched the silver mask to prevent his instinct to hold the sword and trembled: "Master...why?"

Suqing asked back: "Do you know why I made an exception to pass your "Wuji Gong"?"

Mu Qingshang shook his head blankly.

""Wuji Gong" can make people calm and calm, and it can complement the state of mind. Its three realms correspond to the three changes of the human heart, that is, presumptuous, restrained and natural." Su Qing said indifferently, "You He is a well-behaved child who has been gentle and pure since childhood. He does not fight or fight with others. He is an excellent seedling for practicing "Wuji Gong", but this is not the reason why I make an exception."

Mu Qingshang's fingers clenched unconsciously: "That's...why?"

"Because you need it." Suqing raised his eyes to face his four eyes, as if to see deeper inside through those eyes, "Human nature cannot be trampled on maliciously, nor can it grow arbitrarily in prestige, you can Obedient and self-disciplined, but... he can't."

Mu Qingshang was shocked by this look, and instinctively took a step back: "Who is he?"

Su Qing said: "He is you."

Mu Qingshang followed his gaze and looked at the bronze mirror on the wooden frame next to him. His panicked face was reflected in the mirror. However, he put the silver mask in his hand on his face. on.

The cold mask concealed the description of the facial features, and also concealed all the weak and panic expressions, only revealing a pair of eyes.

Mu Qingshang discovered for the first time that his eyes were cold.

There was a sudden soft noise outside the door. It seemed that someone accidentally bumped into something, but Mu Qingshang did not look back to see what happened.

The familiar trance struck his brain. This time he gritted his teeth trying to stay awake, the darkness still struck his eyes. At this moment, he heard the sound of Suqing getting out of bed and approaching, he instinctively waved his hand but was pinched by force.

Mu Qingshang heard the sigh of relief from Suqing Dao Chang: "I haven't seen you for five years, you have grown up."

Five years...That was when he and Daoist Suqing met for the first time.

The last moment when his consciousness fell into a hazy mood, Mu Qingshang suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what happened that day.

He realized that he was standing outside a hazy window paper, but his mind was silent before he could break it.

On this day, there was a sudden upheaval in Feidao Pavilion, but it stopped abruptly.

The Daoist Suqing, who had been ill for many days, fought with the disciple who had just returned. The long sword cut off the whisk, but before he wounded others, he was pressed down by Mu Qingshang himself, and both left with Shen Liu who broke into the courtyard.

The Suyin Master was not furious after getting the news. He just sighed deeply and handled the follow-up in an orderly manner, so that a few witnesses were silent. This brought Ji Qingyan, Jing Fei and Song Qiwei into Suqing. room.

Suqing sat cross-legged on the couch to adjust her breath. The ground was full of broken lenses, debris, and a few drops of blood.

Master Suyin changed his face and hurried forward: "Brother, he..."

"He didn't do anything." Suqing opened his eyes and looked at the drops of blood, "I'm fine."

The two fought fiercely. Since Suqing was unscathed, the blood naturally came from the person who left without turning back.

Ji Qingyan saw a **** carving knife. There was not much blood on it, but it was very dazzling.

Song Qiwei's voice trembled: "Young Master Qingshang..."

"I thought I could use this last bit of strength to give him relief, and I prepared the worst for this, but I didn't expect...he would stop himself at the last minute." Suqing sighed deeply, as if At this moment I was ten years old again, "This time, I was wrong again."

Ji Qingyan suddenly turned around and ran out.

Su Qing did not stop him, but closed her eyes tiredly. Song Qiwei covered her mouth and did not dare to come out. Instead, Jing Fei opened her mouth: "Master, what did you do wrong?"

Su Qing didn't say a word, Jing Fei deliberately continued to ask, but was too suppressed by the sound master.

For a long time, Su Qing said: "Come on by name."

Ji Qingyan has been traveling for more than a month, almost searching the entire Dongling Tomb, but he never saw the shadows of Mu Qingshang and Shen Liu. He occasionally heard a clue, but said that he had seen the young man with fox eyes with his face covered in silver. The young man in the mask walked away from the waterway and didn't know where he was going.

He was so anxious, he wanted to continue chasing and searching, but at this time he was dragged back to the Supreme Palace by Jing Fei.

The fourth-generation head of the Supreme Palace, Suqing Daochang died of illness.

Ji Qingyan was hit by five thunders, and the Supreme Palace was full of suspense, no one smiled.

However, Mu Qingshang still did not come back.

Seven days later, Dao Su Qing was buried in Qingjing Ping. Ji Qingyan succeeded as the fifth head of the Supreme Palace in plain clothes, and became Dao Duan Ya.

No one knows what happened in Fei Dao Pavilion that day, as if with the death of Dao Su Qing, all this has become the past.

When he was dying, he did not mention Mu Qingshang only a few words, nor did any disciple say anything to him during his death, as if the man hadn't turned back since he descended the mountain, and the brief surprise in Feidao Pavilion seemed to have never happened. .

On the day Su Qing was buried, Dao Chang Duan Ya stood alone in Qingjingping for a long time. From dusk to the moon, the willow shoots gradually fell on him.

The winter came early this year, and now it's the first snow.

The young Dao Chang Duan Ya closed the scroll in his hand and placed it in front of the long grave of Suqing Dao. He paused before turning around and leaving Qingjingping.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

When the scroll was about to be wet by the melting snow, one hand took it up.

Looking at his stature, he was still a young man, with an ancient sword on his back, a white overall and plain arrow-sleeved gown, and moiré satin boots. His high-beamed hair was covered with broken snow, but his face was hidden. Under a silver mask.

The only thing exposed outside the mask are those cold eyes.

He picked up the name book that records the inheritance of the masters and apprentices of the Supreme Palace, and carefully turned from the first page to the end: the fourth generation of the Supreme Palace chief Suqing Daoist, and his disciple Duan Yadao Chang Ji Qingyan, Mu Qingshang, Duan Heng Taoist Jing Fei.

Finger paused for a moment on one of the names, and those cold pupils suddenly shrank,

The end of the column that originally read "Mu Qing Shang" was added with a name-Duan Qing with familiar handwriting.


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