The whole sect is reborn

"Hurry up, hurry up, there's a candy store in front of you, but if you get there late, there won't be any more!"

"Wait for me! I want to buy it too!"

A group of children rushed towards each other, happily running towards the crowded candy stall surrounded by children.

Ling Junqian was careful to carry Master on his back to get out of the way, but he remembered that Master also liked to eat such sweet things, so he carried Xia Sheng on his back to the candy cake stall.

It's time now, so I might as well buy some things that Master likes to eat.

The children were originally very crowded, but when they saw Ling Junqian carrying Xia Sheng on his back, they somehow pulled each other a few times and then quietly made way for them.

When the old man selling candy cakes saw them, he became even more enthusiastic. He fiddled with the golden dumplings rolling in the oil pan and talked to them.

"Brother, are you comparing yourself to a son? Hey, your son is really filial. That boy in my family is already thirty now, and he has never thought of backing up his father. Look at your child, how filial and filial he is.

How considerate! You even know how to carry me, who has limited mobility, out to the gathering..."

"Isn't that right? My children are the most filial!"

Although Xia Sheng's consciousness was gradually blurring at this moment, when he heard someone praising his disciple, he immediately became energetic. He did not refute the old man's words and tried to open his eyes to see. No matter what the other person said, he just praised him!

After the old man handed over the candy cake, Xia Sheng still felt a little unsatisfied. However, the thin-skinned Ling Junqian stuffed his mouth with a candy cake.

"Well, Jun Qian, don't be so shy. In this day and age, if you are too shy, you will easily miss out on a lot of things. For example, it will be easy to fail to recruit disciples. Can you tell me which young man has seen a stern-faced person?

An old scholar would think of becoming a disciple? You should smile more, be happier, be more shameless, and look at your master, respect me. Isn’t that the best example? If it weren’t for my shameless efforts, I wouldn’t be able to accept it.

How about an outstanding disciple like you..."

Ling Junqian had to listen to a lot of Master's experience.

And he secretly decided that if he brings up such a topic again next time, he will be a pig!

Xia Sheng muttered for a while, then glanced at the bright moon above his head, put his weight on Ling Junqian's back, and slowly lowered his head.

"What a pity, I haven't met my disciple yet..."

Ling Junqian's heart trembled, and he felt his master's voice getting lower and lower. There were a lot of water splashes in his eyes, but he stubbornly shook his head and refused to let them fall.

Master...

However, the next moment Xia Sheng suddenly straightened up and laughed.

"Hahahaha! Jun Qian, do you think I'm dead? Hahahaha... you're still crying!"

Ling Junqian immediately put back the tears that had not yet had time to shed and sneered expressionlessly.

Those feelings just now were all in vain!

Xia Sheng laughed for a while, then smiled and looked at the vendors and lights that could not be clearly seen around him, and told Ling Junqian to walk faster, otherwise he would not be able to finish shopping. Ling Junqian had to walk faster.

Xia Sheng was the only one who was not honest. He stuffed a candy cake into Ling Junqian's mouth without saying a word.

"I said Junjun, why don't sweets taste good? They are so delicious, come and try one."

What is Junjun? Ling Junqian was boiled with tears by the sugar juice that flowed out. She could only chew it reluctantly a few times, and her mouth was full.

The shouts of the vendors around him continued one after another. Xia Sheng lay on his disciple's back again, without any sense of guilt for bullying a young boy. He also ordered Ling Junqian to carry him higher from time to time, so that his feet were on the ground.

Ling Junqian could only carry his master higher on his back without complaint, and then carefully avoid the crowd around him. Xia Sheng looked at the furry head in front of him with a smile, but his eyes became increasingly blurry.

My little disciple, don’t be sad about my departure. You should be a dragon among people flying in the nine heavens. You should keep looking forward to see more and more beautiful scenery, meet more interesting people, and have more magnificent experiences.

life. Because you are worth it all.

My disciple, my child...

I will always be proud of you.

Feeling a slight weight on his shoulders, Ling Junqian, who was trying hard to fiddle with the candy in his mouth to chew, was suddenly startled, then managed to swallow his laughter.

"Master, stop pretending, I will not be deceived again. Look ahead, there are many delicious food for sale. Can I buy some more for you? Master? Master..."

"Master, don't ignore me..."

There was still no movement behind him, and the tears in Ling Junqian's eyes finally reached the limit of endurance, and they fell in large drops, splashing the dust under his feet into small pits one after another.

Ling Junqian stood on this busy street, and suddenly felt a chill that penetrated his bones. No matter how noisy the sound was, he couldn't hear it. Now he was the only one left in the world...

After stuffing the remaining two candy cakes into his mouth, Ling Junqian tried to suppress his crying. But he still couldn't, and he burst into tears.

Why is this candy cake so sweet? Why does Master like such sweet things?

Ling Junqian wanted to be free and easy, just like Xia Sheng hoped, and not be sad. However, when a loved one leaves, how many people in this world can say goodbye with a smile?

After trying hard for a long time, Ling Junqian finally couldn't help crying.

People at the rally were surprised to see a young man carrying his father on his back crying in a crowded street. Everyone thought something had happened to his father, but upon closer inspection, they found that his father's face was rosy and he didn't look like he was out of trouble.

Doesn't it look like something happened? Instead, it seems like he had a sweet dream, and there is still a smile on his lips now!

"Master, Master..."

Ling Junqian insisted on carrying his master to the end of the gathering. When everyone at the gathering had dispersed, he carried Xia Sheng to the Wuji Sect.

Ling Junqian has walked not one thousand but eight hundred times on this road up the mountain. He has also walked on the road at night many times. However, was the road so difficult in the past? Is it so dark at night? The quiet and uninhabited road is actually so dark.

Is it so scary? Will the occasional bird flying by or the jumping hare scare people?

Why had he never noticed it before?

Oh, it turns out it’s because Master held his hand before.

Ling Jun took one step at a time and walked up firmly. From then on, this road was only his own. Of course, before he received a disciple.

After that, even though he knew that his master's body would return to heaven and earth, Ling Junqian still buried his master properly according to the customs of mortals. In fact, from then on, the master of the Yiqi Sect would occasionally come to sit and chat with Ling Junqian.

Say a few words. Although they have had sect fights before, but in the words of the leader of the Yiqi Sect.

"Xia Sheng is a good person..."

Yes, Master is a good person. Therefore, he must listen to Master's words even more.

Five years later, Ling Junqian accepted his first disciple. Looking at the injured disciple, he worked hard and brought the vigilant and cynical disciple back to Wuji Sect.

This eldest disciple is similar to myself at that time.

In the process of getting along with the eldest disciple, Ling Junqian gradually felt the joy of accepting disciples. One day, when he was teasing the eldest disciple with a smile, he suddenly thought of himself and his master.

It was clear that the sun was shining brightly, the spring breeze was gentle, and the scenery was beautiful, but Ling Junqian felt a dampness in his eyes. Ling Junqian couldn't help but laugh amidst the awkward voice of concern from the eldest disciple.

Master, it turns out that when I grow up, I will become you...