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"I have seen the master."

There was no sign of the Master's appearance, that is, even Jun Mo himself didn't notice it. Seeing Zhou Ji suddenly give him an equal gift, Jun Mo looked a little displeased, but when Zhou Ji spoke, the displeasure on his face suddenly disappeared. Turning into anger, if the anger has substance, it rolls up flying flowers and fallen leaves all over the ground and presses towards Zhou Ji.

"Jun Mo, don't be rude." The master stepped forward and appeared beside Jun Mo, stretched out his hand to press down his arm, and smiled at Zhou Ji, "It's no surprise to have friends coming from afar, little brother, please~"

Zhou Ji's eyes were fixed, looking at his master's eyes that were as vast as the stars and the night sky, he felt a little suspicious in his heart.

His origin is that Zhishouguan's heavenly scriptures cannot be included. Facing this old man with a misty aura who seems to blend into the heaven and earth, Zhou Ji actually has an uncomfortable feeling of being seen through.

Following the master into the courtyard, the two sat opposite each other at the stone table under the tree. A little fat man who was busy in front of the stove peeked here from time to time. He had just entered the second floor for a few days. His curiosity is no less than that of the other brothers.

Taking advantage of the time of serving tea, Chen Pipi raised his eyes to meet Zhou Ji's half-smile eyes. He had never seen this person before, but for some reason, he seemed to know him.

Peeking at other people's bags, Chen Pipi hurriedly lowered his head and set the tea set, stepped back, recalled the Daoyun cloud patterns on Zhou Ji's clothes, his heart skipped a beat, and murmured, "It's possible that the book of heaven was stolen by Ye Hong The fish couldn't catch it, did Xiling send someone to arrest me?"

Yes, for sure.

Of the six heavenly books, there is not one left.

How could Ye Hongyu handle such a big matter by himself?

Chen Pipi was so anxious that he moved quietly to Li Slowly, covered his face with a pot cover, and asked in a low voice, "What is the origin of this senior brother?"

Li slowly reached out to take the lid of the pot he was using to cover his face, and then poured water into the pot before putting it on again, smiling kindly, "My teacher and I have been traveling outside this year. I don’t know much about it.”

Taking a sip of the tea in the cup, Zhou Ji glanced at Chen Pipi who was in a hurry to go to the doctor with an eye disease, and said with a smile, "Little fat man, don't worry, although my cultivation is related to Taoism, I am not from Xiling, let alone come to arrest me." your."

"Oh, I don't know what is the purpose of this trip, little friend?" The master asked with a stroke of his beard.

"Visiting the master several times is just to ask for advice on the unruly way." Zhou Ji said with a straight face.

"You are not a student of the academy, why did the old man teach you?" The master looked at Zhou Ji with great interest, and from the moment Zhou Ji entered the yard, he felt a feeling of being out of place from Zhou Ji.

Different from the alienation in temperament, it seems that his whole person is not allowed in this world.

Zhou Ji smiled and said, "I don't like to owe people favors the most. If Master can explain my doubts for me, when Master needs a sword in the future, I can borrow the sword."

"Ha~" The master laughed loudly when he heard the words, "I haven't used a sword for many years, if it's the day to use a sword." Xiaohan, it seems that life and death can be determined in the moment of thought.

The range of coercion is only a short distance away, even Chen Pipi, who is busy by the stove, has not noticed anything strange in the courtyard.

Only Li Slowly, who was adding firewood to make a fire, suddenly felt something in his heart. From the green smoke around the stove, he saw a fallen leaf falling with the wind, and then stagnated between the two of them, causing faint ripples in the air.

Zhou Ji was under all the pressure of his master, and his thousand-year-old cultivation base resisted it for less than two seconds. The blockade of Qi mechanism made it impossible for him to mobilize any trace of mana in his body.

The mind turned, the square pattern in the palm of the hand quietly lit up, the coercion of the master was swallowed by the formation immediately, and the obscure and slow mana began to flow again, Zhou Ji was relieved, and the master seemed to feel something, almost While Zhou Ji opened the square formation, he put away the coercion and showed a gentle and kind smile again.

"How does Xiaoyou's sword compare to Jiange Liu Bai's sword?"

Zhou Ji smiled and said, "Liu Bai's sword is the sword of the world, and it is invincible between itself and the world."

The master nodded slightly, looked at Zhou Ji and said, "What about the little friend's sword?"

Zhou Ji reached out his hand into the void, holding the hilt of the sword from a nothingness that even the master could not perceive, and slowly drew out a simple and fierce long sword.

The master's eyes flashed brightly, and he stretched out his finger to touch the blade, but it was three inches away, and before he touched his fingertips, a deep wound was opened. Everything under the front is like foam, a ray of innate evil spirit spreads along the wound on the fingertips towards the palm, Zhou Ji's palm is held empty, and the ancient sword disappears without a trace, while Li Slowly, who is adding firewood next to the stove, has no symptoms in an instant He appeared next to the Master and bandaged his wounds.

Looking down at the bright red oozing from the surface of the gauze, the "pain" that I haven't experienced for many years is constantly coming from the fingertips. The master smiled like a child, raised his arms, and looked at the bleeding wound through the falling sunlight , the reason why I have not found the reason after thousands of years of hard work, maybe this sword is really needed to get the answer.

Turning around to look at Zhou Ji, the master showed an amiable smile, "This sword."

Zhou Ji nodded, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile, "Mine."

"I know it's yours, I mean this sword." Master pointed at Zhou Ji's empty right hand. Zhou Ji spread his hands and said with a smile, "When Master really needs it, I will lend it to Master."

Both Zhou Ji and his sword revealed an inexplicable mystery. The master originally wanted to study the mystery of Zhu Xian's sword, but seeing Zhou Ji not letting go, he blew his beard angrily and sat back on his seat.

"Your cultivation has already surpassed the fifth realm, but it's a pity that the realm has fallen into a bottleneck, and it is far behind your own cultivation. Presumably you have been stuck in the current realm for a long time, right?"

The smile on Zhou Ji's face froze, and he nodded bitterly.

Zhou Ji's aptitude is not bad, but limited by Qionghua's mind, he has reached the top level as early as a hundred years of practice, and has never been able to break through the immortal way.

But he also knows that whether it is Zhu Xian or Xianjian, it is an era when the immortal way is cut off. Even if there is a world of immortal swords divided into six realms and immortals, looking at Qionghua in Shushan Mountain, there are only immortals predetermined by the heavens, and there are no immortals. A true angel.

In comparison, Jiangye World is even more deformed, and it is precisely because of its deformity that it gives monks the possibility to comprehend the laws of nature and control the supernatural powers of the heavens. It can be seen that the person who controls the rules, in a sense, has achieved a level that even the "gods" of the fairy sword world cannot do.

If he can break free from the shackles of heaven in this world, even if he goes to other worlds shackled by rules, Zhou Ji will have some experience, which will definitely be of great benefit to him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ji nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly asked, "Is there any way Master can do it?"

"Knowing fate depends on personal perception. No one can help you with this matter." The master shook his head and stroked his beard. Look at the word 'Enlightenment'."

Li slowly stood beside the master, and it was obvious that the 'someone' was referring to him.

Seeing Zhou Ji's expression as usual, he didn't feel lost, jealous, or dissatisfied because of it. The master nodded slightly, and said the word "but" with a smile.

"However, since my little friend has achieved such a level of cultivation, he naturally has aptitude and savvy. Perhaps he has been working behind closed doors for too long, ignoring analogies, so that his practice has been perfected, and he has stopped moving forward, looking for a way out everywhere. "

After all, the master is a master, and he saw through Zhou Ji's crux at a glance, sighed lightly, and continued, "Others' paths have come to an end, you might as well open up your own path."

"The old man once went to the Zhishou temple to 'borrow' the heavenly book, and recorded all the exercises recorded on the 'sand scroll' into the old book building. Since you don't want to worship me as a teacher, then go to the old book building to do it first. Let’s scan the value~”

worth scanning?

Sweeper?

Bah, bah, bah, Zhou Ji kept bawling a few times, I don't have such bad thoughts about Buddhism, but I never thought of becoming a monk in the past.

There is a solution to the headaches that have plagued me for so many years. Both Zhou Ji and the master feel much more at ease. It is almost noon now, and Zhou Ji has a meal under the eyes of several other 'gentlemen' with different expressions. Only then was Yu Lian led her down the back mountain.

The lakes and mountains are beautiful, and the mist is vast.

The two walked on the quiet and elegant bluestone path, as if they were strolling in a courtyard, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

Yu Lian is not a talkative person, and Zhou Ji is not a glib person either. Walking along another road to the gate of the back mountain, Yu Lian led Zhou Ji to re-enter the academy from the main entrance, and introduced it to several other teachers in the courtyard. Knowing Zhou Ji's identity, and knowing that this person is the teacher appointed by the master, all the teachers present were shocked. Amidst the 100% return rate of all the students and teachers, the two returned to the old library together, and Yu Lian continued. Sitting at her desk, Zhou Ji took out one of the ancient books along the bookshelf, took out a chair from the void, and placed it beside the desk.

Two days ago, the students of the academy were quite surprised by this sudden cleaning, but as time went by, winter went to spring, year after year, they gradually got used to this never-cleaning The value of hygiene is swept.

Time flies, even the students have changed several batches, and the "old man" who stayed behind suddenly found that the lazy teacher who sat opposite the female teacher all day suddenly disappeared. They often come down from upstairs. Those who have been to the second floor are very clear. Although the books on the second floor are not restricted, all the students vomit blood and faint after reading them. The one who read all the books on the first floor is now on the second floor. But he has never been 'carried' out by anyone, and it must not be as simple as a small 'value sweep'.

Hearing everyone's discussion, Ning Que showed a hint of curiosity. Just as he was about to lean in to listen for a while, he saw the little black girl beside him kept pulling his sleeve and muttering in a low voice, "Young master, hurry up after registering." Let's go, seeing that it's getting late, we haven't found a place to live tonight, I don't want to sleep on the street."

Ning Que said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I got it, I will hand in the letter of introduction from the military department later, and we can go back."

Sangsang said 'oh', picked up the package on her back, and followed Ning Que obediently.

It was almost dusk now, and the setting sun slanted on the wall. When she turned around, she just caught Sangsang's eyes. Without checking for a while, this petite, black and thin girl almost ran into the arms of a passerby. She reacted one after another. Three steps back, the heavy luggage on the shoulders caused the center of gravity to shift back, and the whole person leaned up towards the gravel path.

"Sangsang!"

Seeing the situation, Ning Que quickly reached out his hand to grab Sangsang, but because of the staggered distance, he was caught in the air. Fortunately, the passerby who Sangsang almost hit reacted quickly, and helped her stand upright before Sangsang fell to the ground.

"Sangsang, are you okay? Is there any injury?" Ning Que breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Sangsang who was suddenly a little silly, showing a hint of concern, "This little black girl, isn't she scared? "

"Oh. I'm fine. Fortunately, this young master gave me a hand just in time." Sang Sang looked at the passers-by in front of her burningly, and even when she answered Ning Que's words, her eyes did not shift in the slightest.

The corner of Ning Que's mouth twitched, and he took a step forward to block Sangsang. His height just reaching his chest and his thin figure were completely blocked by his back, so he saw this girl who made his maid stare intently. What does the passer-by look like.

Cut, that's all.

Is he wearing a long gown with cloud patterns that is daoyun fairy style, with a ethereal temperament, handsome appearance, and starry eyes?

If this kid is thrown to eat wind and sand in Weicheng, and I eat white noodles in Chang'an, who is handsome~!

With such a slander in his heart, Ning Que said, "I'm really sorry, my maid is a little something here, I'll wait for her to apologize to you, didn't I bump into the young master just now?"

While pointing to his forehead, Ning Que gave a look that everyone understood, while holding the other hand behind Sangsang's head, preventing her from looking around from both sides.

Looking at the playful and mischievous master and servant in front of him, Zhou Ji raised a smile on his lips and said, "I don't blame her, but I almost bumped into this little girl because I didn't pay attention to my front."

Glancing at the corner of the letter paper in Ning Que's arms, Zhou Ji smiled and said, "You are the students who came to the academy to sign up, right? It's getting late now, why don't I take you in first?"

Ning Que's eyes lit up, and he quickly thanked him. Zhou Ji led the master and servant behind him towards the side yard of the front mountain, watching every student passing by the roadside walk towards the teacher, and seeing Zhou Ji Ji was not that polite. Ning Que thought that Zhou Ji was also a student of the academy, so his original humble attitude changed slightly, and his tone became lighter.

As the number of students on the side of the road became less and less, the three of them also walked from the side yard to the back yard, and stopped in front of an old wooden building, just as a gentle woman who was teaching how to dress closed the door and turned to look at them. There was a trace of doubt.

Zhou Ji explained the identities of Ning Que and Sangsang to the other party, and the female teacher was obviously more confused, but she didn't ask any more questions, but simply glanced at them, nodded slightly, and agreed.