Chapter 162: Who listens

Not only is that building not high, according to Master ’s statement, after the door to heaven opened, overlooking Changchun Peak from the outer universe, it was also tiny dust, not a little high.
It turns out that the words "high and low" are relative. You can stand tall for a while and don't have to be arrogant; stand low for a while and don't have to be afraid.
As soon as this thought appeared, the intangible shackles that plagued childhood suddenly fell off, and Yu Qishu was relaxed.
When he first went to the cold mountain, he was wearing Jinyi and Huafu. He was proud and inferior. He always pouted his lips. It seemed that no one looked down on him. In fact, he was just a lost bird and lost his place. After returning home for years, plain clothes and shoes have become sincere and down-to-earth, calm and optimistic.
"No matter what other people think of me, I'm still me." Yu Qi said sparsely. It's not a family abandonment or family pride, it's not a young hero in a city story, nor is it a white jade statue blocking the main street of Egret City.
Yu Qi let go of the consciousness around her and approached the brightly lit and magnificent main court. The patron saints here all cultivated during the refining period, and the atmosphere was solemn, but no one still found him. Let him walk through the stone corridor and find the familiar courtyard.
The reason for being familiar is that the simple layout is still done here, as if copying the familiar small courtyard where he used to live in childhood.
Yu Qishu pushed open the small wooden door, and the warm yellow candlelight in the house passed through the window paper to outline the silhouette of the woman under the lamp. The woman lowered her head to do needlework, raised her elbow and turned her wrist skillfully, Yu Qishu stared blankly, feeling that the candlelight and shadow were extremely gentle.
He didn't step forward and knocked on the door. After watching for a moment, he first arranged the cuffs and collar, and put the shoulder mouse into the sleeve to comfort him. Feeling timid near home, probably so.
The woman stopped for some reason, looked at the window, and whispered to herself: "Is it sparse? Or am I confused?"
With a squeak, the window opened, and Yu Qishu single-handedly supported the window frame, and jumped in sharply: "Mother."
The woman was shocked, her eyes suddenly bright, her mouth open, but two tears shed.
Yu Qishu stepped forward and gently hugged her: "Mother."
The woman choked with sobs: "It's really my son's back!"
The woman looked him up and down: "My child is taller ... how thin?"
Yu Qishu's figure is slender and well-proportioned, but your mother thinks you are thin and you can't refute it.
"Why is the outer robe all gray? This is the new dress that Niang tailored for you. Try it soon." The woman shook her robe and showed an embarrassed look: "Niang forgot, you have to wear a vest now."
Seeing the juniors who were successful in the cultivation of Taoism in the mansion, she all looked above the top, claiming that the monks should be detached from the world, lest the vulgar things defile the body of the Tao and waste time for spiritual practice.
Yu Qishu immediately put on a new robe: "Not so particular, this is not a good fit."
The woman saw him wearing a sword around her waist, and said with joy: "Lin Chi Liu? It's still there!"
"Mr. Qian asked the refining master to recast it for me once. The shape of the sword remains unchanged, new materials are added, and runes are engraved."
The woman smiled and said, "Jianzhenren is a good person. There is also a branch of" Hengtongjuyuan "in Egret City. Every time your letter is sent by the shopkeeper in the bank, you must remember the goodness of Qianren."
Yu Qishu nodded again and again, could you think it was bad? The little money I saved was in the hands of real money.
"Mother, stop talking about me, how are you?"
"Of course. Everyone said that you had a good time, let me move to the main yard, but I used to live in the habit, and I was afraid that you would not find your way home, so I came up with this method.
The woman stopped talking and said that her parents were short. She was afraid of getting her son bored. If she didn't say this, she would have nothing to say. Thinking that she could neither share her son's grief nor direct her son's practice, she felt a touch of sadness. I had to say something like good practice and taking care of my body.
Yu Qishu nodded seriously. The mother and son whispered under the lamp, the atmosphere was warm.
The woman suddenly thought of something and said nervously: "When you come back this time, who else knows, have you seen the city lord?" She still said "city lord" without saying "your father, your father".
Yu Qishu also got used to it and replied: "I haven't seen anyone else but only my mother."
"The city master once asked me to write a letter to advise you, please take the lead to build a bridge and bring your family juniors to the Yongxue Academy or Changchun Peak. You must first meet him to avoid embarrassment. With the word "pro", you are not as good as he wishes, I am afraid that you will be deducted from an unfilial name and affect your reputation. "
After thinking for a while, she added: "I think this is the view of the woman in the deep house, and my eyes are sharp, let me take the idea."
Yu Qishu actually didn't care much about fame, but laughed: "I know my mother is for me. I listen to you. The gate of the college is open to the world. Anyone who wants to come to the exam can follow the rules of the assessment. I can't call the shots."
At the beginning of the battle between Nanhu and Beishan, Egret City was embarrassed because of the two ends of the first mouse, and both sides were not treated well. Later, Yu Qishu became famous. It was not that the Yu family wanted to climb, but they were afraid of the sage and the demon king, and they did not dare to go to the boundary of Hanmen City.
Yu Qishu didn't have many good impressions of his brothers: his favored maid relied on being a practitioner of the city's main palace. He consciously became superior and bullied the hegemony. The unfavorable flattery flattered them and tried to help them. But that is a thing of the past. If they want to come to study, Yu Qishu will still treat them equally.
After listening to his words, the woman completely relaxed: "What did you learn at Changchun Peak and Yongxue College?"
"Practice monks, practice swords, read books ..." Yu Qishu was afraid that his mother would let him perform a royal sword on the spot. , Watering flowers, cutting lawns, raising rats. "
Hearing the last two words, the money rat raised his head from his sleeve: "Squeak."
Yu Qishu picked it up: "Ah, this is my mouse, there was a nest, this time brought one. It has a gentle temperament and can be hugged."
"This ..." The woman took it in surprise, and the rat was like a rabbit, unable to hold with one hand. She thought in awe, probably worshiping under the door of the Xian family. Raising a rat is also a kind of practice.
"Foster well. You have learned a lot."
Yu Qishu: "Where, I didn't learn more. Alchemy, alchemy, formations, and derivation techniques, these are just beginning to learn, learning the sea ..."
The woman said distressedly: "You have to learn? Don't be tired."
"Not tired. Very happy." Yu Qishu seems to have to deal with a lot of "miscellaneous things" every day, but he is extremely down-to-earth and serious. In Qian Yuzhi's argument, this is extremely special, and it is similar to running a business.
Yongxue Academy gathers talents from all over the world and offers various courses. Before seeing Yu Qishu, many people said they didn't believe it at all, and there are people in the world who can learn anything. After seeing Yu Qishu, he found that diligence, talent, heart and luck, he had everything, it was unacceptable. He seemed to have mastered the most basic rules of the world's operation, so he had a lot of knowledge, but he had no awareness of it and never had an arrogant and slow heart.
"The monk is happy. Is there a girl I like? When will I bring it back to see you?" The woman had heard of her son's reputation for sending peach blossoms, so she asked.
"Nun Xiu?" Yu Qishu touched her head embarrassedly. "That's not true. The nuns I know ... I don't dare to like them." For example, the medical teacher Sister Song Qingyi and the female leader Qingdai Dai.
The woman regretted and said: "People say that Changchun Peak's peach blossoms are alive and well. You grow peach blossoms every day, why don't you have a peach blossom edge?"
Yu Qishu: "Ma'am, in fact Jian Zun is an exception. Han Shan Jian Xiu knows that practicing sword diligence can make up for it, but Dao Lu can't meet them."
And my "wife's book" is still in the hands of real money, how can I get it out with the savvy degree of love for money? But he didn't say this.
The woman stunned: "So mysterious?"
Yu Qishu comforted her: "Although I don't have a companion, I have made many good friends."
"Did you develop among friends?" The woman eagerly suggested, "Man can also be a mate, and age is not a problem. Now that the two circles are in peace and trading, the demon can also consider."
"This, this ..." Yu Qishu was speechless, and indeed all the mothers in the world were the same.
He stiffly digressed the topic: "Mother, I will show you the sword dance! I watched the pond" Koi "swim and created a set of swordsmanship called You Jiao Jian."
"Zheng!" The candlelight trembled, a little cold flash flashed, and the sword filled the room. Yu Qishu's breathless body was broken.
At the moment Linchi Liu came out of the sheath, the tallest building in the middle of the house, the middle-aged man meditating and practising suddenly opened his eyes: "Where can I drive to the house?"
This voice descended from the sky, resounding through Egret City, and at the same time a courageous pressure poured out from the tall building and rushed towards the small courtyard where Yu Qishu was.
But Yu Qishu's sword side came out of the sheath, and the sword qi was at its fullest. Subconsciously, the pressure on it, such as You Long swinging the tail out of the cloud, instantly broke it up.
The woman exclaimed: "Wait, this is the voice of the city master!"
The voice did not fall, there was a loud noise, and the door cracked.
Lord Egret drifted down the tall building, swept into the courtyard, opened the door with a palm, and his heart was puzzled: the opponent's trail was exposed and grabbed the first move, but he did not take the offensive and did not know whether it was an enemy or a friend.
Because of this worries, he did not rashly start the house formation method.
In the blink of an eye, there were sounds of footsteps on all sides, seeming to rush to drum. A well-trained martial arts nursing home arrived in Fufu, and surrounded the small courtyard by the courtyard wall.
The whole city's main palace is like an enemy.
I saw a young man in Jinpao walking out of the room and holding a beautiful sword.
Lord Egret stared at that face, only to realize that the other side was very familiar: "You, are you?"
Yu Qishu said helplessly: "... Father?"
Lord Egret was shocked and lost his face: "It's you!"
Yu Qishu had already received the sword and nodded lightly.
The look of Lord Egret changed rapidly, and there was resentment from the juniors who rebelled and anger in the face of public embarrassment, but in the end, he solidified on the loving smile: "You child, don't say anything when you come back, father has no preparation."
His voice was full of breath, and he was bold and open-hearted, as if to say to the people of the city: "My son is back! Changchun Peak has a hard time to cultivate, and it is hard for you to miss your home all the time!"
Yu Qishu's expression was still faint, and his heart sighed slightly.
When leaving the country to go to the country, the father does not know the son, the son does not know the father.

Above the vast South China Sea, between the vast sea of ​​clouds, there is a silver lake.
Meng Xueli's Yujian traveled south, through the clouds and the fog, before seeing the lake. First, he looked at the blue and green light smoke, which was originally the flying skirt and arm yarn of the two beauties. Meng Xueli recognized them, the blue skirt masterpiece spring water, green group called autumn light, is the favorite Ji Hu Hu. That day, above the mysterious realm of Hanhai, these two men came to invite him to board a cloud boat.
Two graceful daughters salute: "Have seen the demon king."
Meng Xueli smiled and said, "You don't have to be too gifted. I'll visit the real master."
If the other party asked him why he had come, his prepared remarks were reasonable: after the Battle of Mingyue Lake, the "Times of the Time" lost half of it, and they have not been able to repair and recast. The master of the realm is the master of refining. During this visit, the troubled master of the realm started.
He is not afraid to show his true intentions, but there are still many unpredictable people, maids, musicians, cooks, etc. in Tianhu Lake ’s realm. Get started. He just wanted to see Hu Ran, he didn't want to hurt the innocent.
Unexpectedly, the two beauties didn't ask much, so they waved their sleeves and flicked away the clouds.
The whole picture of Tianhu was revealed instantly. The whole lake reflects the sky and the glow of the sky, red and light gold intertwined as a sparkling wave. If you have good eyesight, you can also see the blue South China Sea and islands through the gap between clouds and mist under the lake.
It looks like a mirror across the sky, showing the sun, moon, and stars, and the mountains, rivers, and sea.
Xiayun by the lake is steaming, Qionglou Yuyu stretches. There used to be singing and dancing, day and night, but now it is quiet and silent, like the cold Yaochi fairy palace, without a touch of fireworks.
Meng Xueli walked with the two beauties in the clouds. He saw the real lake and entered the range of Tianhu.
It's not right, it's too quiet. Meng Xueli frowned slightly: "Why don't you see someone else?"
Qiu Guang replied: "The lord has dismissed everyone. After meeting the demon king, our sisters must bid farewell to the lord."
Chun Shui looked sad and smiled, but said with a smile: "Perhaps the situation is mainly for newcomers."
"There are countless beautiful cuisines on the earth, colorful scenes everywhere, and more interesting than living in the sky, you can go and see." Meng Xueli said, spurting Hu's bad temper of new and old.
"Thanks for the relief from the demon king, in fact, our sisters have already prepared." Qiu Guang laughed.
In the speaking room, the three had flown across the lake and walked into the Huxin Island Tea Pavilion.
Meng Xueli had planned to go to Tianhu Lake first, but he would not be able to get through the difficulties of 1989 or 1981.
Hu Si was sitting in the Huxin Pavilion, looking from the perspective of Meng Xueli, as if looking at the scenery, and there was a kind of violent "out feeling" around him, as if he was not there at all. Flowing clouds are scattered around the lake and are fickle. But he was still and still, like the empty mountain in the moon, the still image sank.
When he opened his mouth, but flirtatiously laughed, the quiet temperament disappeared: "Brother and sister come to see me? Sit."
"Realm Master." Meng Xueli seated opposite him. Suddenly thought of Ji Xiaoxiao's position at the moment, he used to sit often.
Hu turned to Chunshui and Qiuguang, and sighed softly: "Go."
"Jiangzhu take care." The two women salute reluctantly.
Waiting for the two to go away, Hu Want said again: "What kind of music do you want to listen to?
Meng Xueli: "What kind of music will the realm play?"
Hu Siqi said: "Except not practicing the sword, what can I do?"
Meng Xueli could not refute. As Ji Xiao said, Hu Si is the most suitable person to be a teacher in the college.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Hu Ran plucked the strings himself, and the piano sounded like a mountain stream, like a lingering spring rain, and fell into the water and the glow of the lake, and then rippled. Hu wore a plain coat and wobbled his wrist while playing the piano, occasionally showing a dark red lining.
Meng Xueli didn't know what kind of music it was, but he thought it was very nice, as if he was listening to the night rain at the window a few days ago. I ca n’t tell Ji Xiao what I ’m thinking about, so I have to listen to a rain ...
Aware of this, his mind shook slightly: "No, the Taoist method this man practiced is complicated, and I am afraid that it will disturb the mind's Taoism."
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, Hu said: "'There are few friends, whoever breaks the string.' Listening to the piano is not quiet, you are not here to make a sword."
"I……"
"Are you here to kill me?"
Meng Xueli was silent.
"The murderous intention can't be concealed." Hu Ran stared at his eyes. "I went to Changchun Peak that night, and you wanted to kill me, right?"
Meng Xueli nodded.
Soon after he and Ji Xiao left the secret area of ​​the Hanhai and returned to Changchun Peak, Hu Ran visited one night, the cloud boat hovered and said two inexplicable words.
Meng Xueli calculated at the time that, with the power of the Changchun Peak Formation and the infinite power of the bottom of the pool, could he kill the other party. He was not sure, and the opportunity was fleeting.
Now that the words have been clarified, and the method of clarification is so easy, Meng Xueli had to be frank and say: "It is a lie to say not to kill. It is said to want to kill. Now this atmosphere ... no matter what, before we start, I have n’t been able to figure out the problem, and I would like to ask you to solve it. "
Instead Hu Hu was amused by Meng Xueli's tangled expression: "Brother and sister, you can't kill me."
Meng Xueli: "How do you know if you don't try it? Guiqing is also a saint."
Hu Ran thought about it for a while: "I think you Yuanyang has been lost, and it must be a good thing. You have become veritable buddies and are not afraid of Ji Xiao sensing your killing intention?"
Meng Xueli blushed and his neck had a blue muscle burst: "Don't tell me Fengyuedao!"
"Okay, don't say it. You ask." Hu made a gesture of please.
"Is it true that Moyuan is in your hands before returning to death?"
"Yeah." Hu Chao asked without thinking.
"You admit it?" Meng Xueli jumped up and stared at him in shock. Not to blame him for his big reaction, he has envisaged many kinds of answers, never including this.
"Why don't you admit it? Even Ji Xiao asked me personally, I said so. But he wouldn't ask, there is still a tacit understanding between the brothers and sisters."
Meng Xueli was irritated by his indifferent attitude and gasped violently. He suddenly picked up the guqin in the case and broke it off with his bare hands.
"You are his brother! In this world, he trusts you most, how can you treat him like this!"
Hu Ran looked at Meng Xueli in surprise.
When Ji Xiao looked for him to seek medicine, he thought that the demon king was pleasing to the surface, but he actually bear the humiliation and bear heavy burdens. The conspiracy was far-reaching and it might hurt Ji Xiao.
It was later discovered that the demon is not the most deceiving and cunning nature, but a simple mind, too stupid in nature.
Really, the demon are so stupid.
Hu Ran rubbed the bead in his sleeve and thought in a complicated mood that Meng Xueli, let alone participate, or had any conspiracy, he could not understand the game at all.
-This match between the brothers and the saints about the gate to heaven.
As Ji Xiao's pillow person, he was still a silly demon. Does it fit? Ji Xiao seemed to feel quite appropriate.
Otherwise, I would not get back to myself the wooden sword of "Fear of the Storm" and grind Meng Xueli into a pair of combs. This means nothing more-"Dao Lu is a good thing. I have you."
Hu Wu picked up the broken two pieces of Guqin, and flicked his sleeves, brushing, the damaged piano body recovered as before.
He calmly replied: "Because I am his brother, if I want to bet against Tian, ​​I should bet."
Meng Xueli was startled: "What do you mean?"