Chapter 136: Fan Waisan · Deep Snow in the Old Year (1)

Many things started vigorously and ended in plain water.
Many people, at first, are very angry, and eventually they are silent.
That sunset fell the first snow of the year, but there was still green on the Forgetting Peak, and the green pine and cypress arrogantly stood still.
Ji Qing Yan is only fifteen years old. It is a young man's heart. Although he is not as playful as ordinary children, he can calm down while studying martial arts, but sometimes he is lonely.
Loneliness can be the solitude of sleeplessness or loneliness, but for Ji Qingyan now, both of them can't fight with him. What he is lonely is that he doesn't have any one to get along well. Brother and sister.
His master, Su Qing Dao Chang, is the head of the Taishang Palace. He is funny and humorous, but he is very harsh in accepting disciples. For many years, only Ji Qingyan was a disciple. It was because Dao Chang passed through the disaster area along the river. Among the refugees there were women who gave birth.
At that time, Dachu had not yet been established. The former dynasty was at the end of the stormy weather. The war was repeated, and the people were displaced. The martial arts on the rivers and lakes have people who fish in muddy water, people who save the wounded, and people who watch the fire from the other side.
Suqing belongs to the second category. Therefore, when he encountered this incident, he couldn't find a stable wife around him, so he had to help the woman with a scalp to deliver the baby. Unfortunately, the woman suffered a sin that was difficult to give birth, even if the director used her internal force and ginseng film to help her continue After breathing, it was only enough for her to give birth to a baby boy, too late to say a word, and then she let go of the world, leaving the Su Qing Dao Chang holding a baby boy who did n’t even cut the umbilical cord, and was covered with blood and a rumpled face. There was no expression on the spot.
He took out dry food to help a few refugees, and asked them to help bury the woman, but he was also in trouble with the children. The world is not good, and it is difficult for people to feed themselves. Not to mention a newborn baby? After thinking about it, Su Qing left him by his side and accepted him as an apprentice, with his last name, named "Qing Yan".
I hope that one day, the world is peaceful and Haiyan Heqing is clear.
Ji Qingyan has been a good boy since he was a child. Although he is not talented, he is very down-to-earth. Su Qing is very satisfied with this apprentice and never thought of taking another apprentice to cause trouble for himself.
Dao Changyue could n’t recall his memory of holding his nose while washing his diapers. Ji Qingyan, the culprit, did n’t dare to speak. He was prepared for a lonely life, but he did n’t expect Su Qing Dao Chang Finally back to the mountain, he also brought back a young teacher.
At that time he was climbing a tree, carefully putting a fledgling bird back into the nest, and then lying on the trunk with his hands and feet, smiling at the fledglings and eggs in the nest.
Suddenly a voice came under the tree: "Master, is that a monkey?"
The voice is soft and glutinous, like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Sister Qiwei made for herself. Ji Qingyan's head looked down, and under the shattered snow curtain, he saw a purple ink bamboo umbrella, the umbrella face moved back slightly, exposing the body of the umbrella holder and the little child beside him.
The child was really small, just standing on the ground when the umbrella holder ’s legs were bent high, wrapped in a thick snow white fox fur, and a felt hat was pressed on his head, only a small face that was not big slap was exposed, Look up at him.
The person holding the umbrella smiled softly and said, "Shang'er, that's not a monkey, it's a brother."
As soon as this sound sounded, Ji Qingyan was startled, and quickly jumped off the tree, and really saw Su Qingdao's face.
Su Qing laughed and scolded: "You, the monkey, have been out for a few months for the teacher. When you come back, you will see you jumping up and down. Do you have to go to the house to uncover tiles later?"
He scratched his head, fortunately his face was thick enough, he said hello to Master first, and then squatted down to look at this little child from the angle of head-up. To coax him: "The newly made candy may be a bit spicy, but it can warm up, would you like to eat it?"
The child blinked, looked up at Su Qing again, and waited long before nodding, then reached out timidly to pick up the sugar.
Ji Qingyan saw that the hand he protruded from under the fur was thin and pale, like a paper paw. Although there were no scars, it was even more shocking.
He rolled his throat a few times, and he said nothing, watching his child eat sugar, his face wrinkled into a bun, but he didn't spit it out.
Such a small child would not like this spicy sweetness, nor be obedient, but the child in front of him made Ji Qingyan a little surprised and heavy.
I do n’t know how much I have seen, how much I have heard, and how much I have endured.
He stood up and asked Su Qing: "Master, is this ... your new disciple?"
Su Qing nodded his head, motioned him to pick up the child and walk beside him. Then he said: "He is called Mu Qingshang. At the age of nine, this is my second apprentice."
Nine years old? Ji Qing Yan froze for a moment. The child was too thin and light in his arms. It looked like five or six years old, but he didn't expect to be ten years old.
Feeling that the child in his arms was shaking, Ji Qingyan hugged him tighter, his face smiled with flowers, and he coaxed him softly: "Mo fear, Brother holds you."
They stepped on the broken branches and a thin layer of frost and snow, and walked from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain. When passing through the Qingming Road, Mu Qing Shang protruded his head from Ji Qing Yan's arms, his eyes were scattered around, and he finally looked around.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
He asked softly that Mu Qingshang held his shoulders with both hands, but didn't speak. Instead, Su Qing stopped and glanced back. He said, "Shang'er, if you can't let go of the past, you still have time."
Mu Qingshang's body was stiff, and Ji Qingyan looked sideways, but found that the always smiling Master was expressionless and his eyes were so heavy that he felt heavy.
He doesn't seem to care whether a child can understand it, and said to himself: "Man in this life, many times have to make important choices, but not every time you can think slowly. Wait for this You ca n’t look back after the road is over, because those things have nothing to do with you from now on. "
Ji Qingyan noticed unspeakable sorrow from these words, and he felt that Mu Qingshang was shaking.
Without waiting for his temptation to comfort him, the child struggled twice in his arms. Ji Qingyan had to bend over and put him down. There was thin ice and snow on the ground. Mu Qingshang slipped and fell on his knees as soon as he landed. .
Ji Qingyan was startled, and he was about to help him up, but when he saw the child, he turned around with his hands in a kneeling position, and knocked three heads in the direction of the direction.
After knocking, he stood up and hugged Ji Qingyan's leg without raising his head, but Ji Qingyan felt like he was crying.
Su Qingdao sighed and moved forward again. Mu Qingshang did not let Ji Qingyan hug him this time, but stumbled while holding the hand that was a little bigger than himself, fortunately, he finished this one himself. Choose your own way.
When the last step was taken, Ji Qingyan understood that no matter what the past of Muqing Shang was, from now on he was only a disciple of Taishang Palace, only a disciple of Su Qing Dao Dao, his own disciple.
He took the newly-disciplined younger brother on a familiar path, and all the disciples along the way paid attention. Unfortunately, they were scared by the rare and indifferent leader of Su Qing Road, watching the three masters and students enter Ruoshui Temple.
Su Qingjing entered the quiet room and burned incense. Ji Qingyan took Mu Qingshang to his room to bathe and change clothes. When the hot water came up, he tried the temperature of the water, so he put the younger brother in, and took up the veil to scrub him.
The delicate skin and tender meat of this child should be raised by the rich and the rich, but which big family would raise the child so sickly?
From the beginning to the end, Mu Qingshang was very quiet, as if the kid who first asked the "monkey" was not him at all, and was almost silent.
Ji Qingyan inexplicably distressed him, but he didn't know anything about him, so he had no choice but to ask: "Brother, do you feel hot?"
Mu Qingshang shook his head first, and then whispered: "Brother, being a master's apprentice, can I only be a Taoist in my life?"
Ji Qing Yan froze for a moment, and said: "The Taishang Palace follows the Tao, but there are also disciples of lay scholars. If you don't want to be a Taoist priest, don't worry."
"To be a Taoist, you must meditate every day. Can't you do what you want?"
Ji Qingyan thought for a while: "It depends on what you want to do, some can, some can't."
Mu Qingshang looked up at him: "Brother tell me, okay?"
For the first time in his life, Ji Qingyan was spoiled by his younger brother, his heart bursting into blossoms, and the bamboo tube pours beans like: "If you are a Taoist, you should keep to the Tao and the rules, stay away from the wine and wealth, and be pure and self-assistant. This is much looser, as long as you do n’t do anything that violates justice, you can do anything. Even if you burn the Master ’s beard, it ’s okay. Brother helps you to wear it.

Mu Qingshang: "..."
"So, brother, what do you want to do?" Ji Qingyan lowered his eyes, took a joke, and asked him seriously, "Brother, you must help you."
Mu Qingshang remained silent for a long time, and the water in the wooden barrel began to cool down.
Ji Qingyan took a generous cotton cloth and wrapped him into dumplings on the bed. He turned to get the clothes, but heard the voice of Mu Qingshang coming from behind: "Brother, I want to be a person like Master."
Ji Qingyan narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Are you going to be a palace master?"
He spoke very relaxedly, and his heart was also relaxed. After all, since he was a child, he saw that Su Qing managed a huge mountain, so that a fool would be happy to take this burden. Unfortunately, before that he was the only disciple of Su Qing. The position of the lord of the palace is almost determined.
Ji Qingyan looked at the young teacher with expectation, hoping that he would nod his head so that he could travel the world happily in the future.
It is a pity that Mu Qing Shang cruelly rejected him.
The child probably didn't understand what the "Palace Master" was. He shook his head instinctively, but he couldn't say the reason, and he just stopped talking.
Ji Qingyan was a little sad, and a little eager to try.
"Then I tentatively think that you want to be as powerful as Master." Ji Qingyan put on him new clothes and said with a smile.
The brothers in the room whispered that the two people outside looked at each other and walked away one after the other.
The plum blossoms in the yard were blooming, and the fragrance was fragrant, and Su Qing walked out of the way. The talent behind caught up and patted him on the shoulder.
It was a kind-hearted Taoist. She brushed off Su Qing's shoulders and fell snow, held up an umbrella for him, and smiled: "You two apprentices are very interesting."
Su Qing glanced at her and said nothing.
"A thick and small, a small devil, and no one will be a fuel-efficient lamp in the future." Dao Gu narrowed his eyes with a smile. "You, Master, need to work hard."
Su Qing suddenly said: "Actually they are wrong."
"Ok?"
Su Qing will bend the dust into his arms and say, "I'm not terrible."
What about martial arts? There is always a day when the heroes end.
What about lofty status? Finally, when the rain and rain turned over.
No matter how powerful people are, they can't escape life, death, sickness, death, and death.
"I'm just a person, there will always be times when I can't help myself." Su Qing raised her strands of white hair and smiled slightly.
Dao amazed, and then smiled: "I remember that Brother has always been strict with himself, but I didn't expect to start serving old now."
Su Qingdao: "I am old too."
Suddenly, Dao was speechless.
Su Qing raised his palm and caught a piece of falling snow, saying: "I want to pass him" Wuji ".
Dao Gu suddenly recovered.
Ji Qingyan is the disciple of Su Qing. The next head of the Taishang Palace, who began his practice five years ago, began to practice "Wuji", so naturally, "Chuan" cannot be said.
"Senior Brother, this is out of order." Dao Gu said aloud, "" Wuji "is a practice that only the Master of the Supreme Palace can practice, and ..."
"And this is not a good thing." Su Qing raised his eyes, "but my mind has been decided."
Aunt Tao lowered her face: "Brother, give me a reason."
"Shang'er's wish wasn't stated, and I will speak for him now." Su Qing's eyes looked at the closed door. "This kid, what he wants is ... to live like me."
Dao amazed: "Like you ..."
"I met him, and I was in the wandering mountains." Su Qingdao said, "That's not a good place. When I dived in, I didn't catch up with the good time, and I saw a good person."
The aunt looked dignified and held her breath.
"At that time, the master of Mi Zu Ling killed a lot of people. It was raining in the sky, and the people who abandoned the corpses all walked away. I saw him running out, the road was not stable, and his face was scared, but still seriously. I touched each corpse, and finally touched one who still had a breath and smiled like a fool ... "Su Qing recalled these things and his eyes grew deeper." But that person can't be saved anymore. The ribs pierced his lungs and lived a little longer. It ’s painful, and it ’s only a moment of effort. "
Dao Gu's throat choked: "What about later?"
"Later, he killed the man." Su Qing stretched out his hand and gestured. "Take a piece of broken porcelain hidden in his body and cut it according to his neck. He is about to die. The man died happily, but he shook his hand but The quasi-head is good. "
Dao Gu's face changed drastically. She remembered the weak voice child in the room just now, and suddenly a chill came from behind.
"At that time, I thought, I have to take this child away, if I let him stay in Zongling Mountain ..." Su Qing smiled, "I always believe that human nature is the most unbearable thing. He just Like a piece of snow, it has been stained with blood and footprints, and there is still a piece of white. We have to cover it with snow, not let people continue to trample. "