Chapter 208: Youth in Qingcheng

Qingcheng Mountain.
The mountains have been plain for three consecutive months.
Today, the two most outstanding disciples of Qingcheng Mountain's generation, Li Fansong, the heir of Zhao Yuzhen's immeasurable swordsmanship, and Feixuan, the heir of the great dragon elephant in Qingcheng Mountain, took off their white clothes. They knelt and sat in front of the statue of the Three Qing Patriarchs in the Qingxiao Hall, and in front of them were the tablets of the masters of the Qingcheng Mountain.
"Uncle Master, my disciple Feixuan was ordered by his teacher to go down the mountain today. Within three years, he must see everything in the world and all the people in the world. Please wait for the day when the disciple returns to the mountain!" Feixuan bowed to the tablet.
"Master, the disciple Li Fansong is not filial, and his swordsmanship is unsuccessful, and he can't avenge the master's great vengeance. After the disciple goes down the mountain to practice, within three years, he will cut his enemies!" Li Fansong also bowed and bowed.
Qingcheng Mountain is now the highest in generation, and Yin Changsong, who is temporarily serving as the head of Qingcheng Mountain, stood behind them and sighed helplessly: "Qingcheng Mountain has such a talented person in this generation. I don't know whether it is our luck or misfortune for Qingcheng Mountain."
Li Fansong and Feixuan stood up, and gave a bow to Yin Changsong. Feixuan said: "Tai Shizu, today Feixuan and Xiao Shishu have gone down the mountain, please take care of Tai Shizu."
"When I was young, my master at the time, my master died. When I was in middle age, my master died. Then I entered the sixtieth year, and Master Qi died. Now I am a rare man. Years ago, I sent away the fourth Qingcheng Mountain Master I met." Yin Changsong smiled, "I just hope that when I die, I can see the fifth head teacher I hit, Feixuan."
Feixuan shook his head: "Fei Xuan is ashamed and cannot afford it."
"If you want to compare with Yuzhen, then Qingcheng Mountain will probably have no owner for a hundred years. Feixuan, you have obtained Yuzhen Taoism, and your desire for Taoism is even higher than Yuzhen. The position of Qingcheng Mountain's head teacher will be you sooner or later. Sit. No need to refuse, this is what Yuzhen meant." Yin Changsong stroked his long beard.
Fei Xuan bowed his head and said no more: "Fei Xuan takes his life."
"In the future, you will be the head teacher, so we have to take your life. Your master left early before he took you to Qingcheng Mountain and died of illness. You are raised by Yuzhen. Don't let him down, Feixuan." Yin Changsong turned Overdone, "Fansong!"
"Fansong is here!" Li Fansong hurriedly responded.
"Today you are no longer a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain." Yin Changsong said calmly.
"What!" Li Fansong and Feixuan were both surprised.
"Actually, you have never been a disciple of my Qingcheng Mountain. You are just a disciple of Yuzhen. Back then, your parents and Junior Brother Qi were old friends. Your parents died young and entrusted you to him. You have been very good at swordsmanship since childhood. Talent, Yuzhen was also a young man. You became an apprentice when you were less than six years old. In recent years, you have made a lot of achievements in immeasurable swordsmanship. Yuzhen is no longer there, and no one can teach you this Qingcheng Mountain." Yin Changsong said.
"But." Li Fansong was sweaty with anxiety, "The disciple never wanted to leave Qingcheng Mountain, so please think twice!"
"It's not to drive you out of the teacher's gate. You want to be a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, but you ask yourself, do you have the heart to seek the truth? You can find your own kendo without Qingcheng Mountain." Yin Changsong said slowly. Yuzhen has said that you have two faculty members, one is already with him, and the other is hidden in the rivers, lakes and mountains. Go and find."
After wiping a few tears, Li Fansong stood silently for a long time before finally nodding, "Okay."
"Don't cry, Yuzhen said that the swordsmanship of that man is not inferior to him. The angry sword breaks the army, the solitary sword nine songs, the scholar's elegant sword, Xueyue peerless. Your master must be in these four swords, it is a good opportunity, hope to cherish ."
"The disciple takes the lead!"
Seeing the two disciples walking down the mountain step by step, Yin Changsong sighed heavily, and the other three celestial masters of Qingcheng Mountain also walked to him.
"One got Dao Fa, and the other taught swordsmanship." A celestial master looked at their backs and slowly said, "Yuzhen can be considered as a descendant."
"A little Taoist boy, can really inherit the position of the Qingcheng Mountain Master?" Another celestial master was a little worried.
Yin Changsong shook his head: "It depends on the three years of travel."
"It is said that Yuzhen drew a road map for the two of them. It is funny to think about it. Yuzhen himself has never been down the mountain. How can he draw a road down the mountain?" A celestial master asked in confusion.
"I looked at that picture, and there are only two places on it, starting from Qingcheng Mountain and finally Qingcheng Mountain." Yin Changsong paused, "In the middle, Yuzhen only pointed out one place. You can do the rest as you please."
"Where?" the other three celestial masters asked at the same time.
"Apocalypse." Yin Changsong looked up at the sky, "Qin Tianjian."
Li Fansong was carrying a bookcase, and Feixuan followed him with a maroon horse, as if they were traveling down the mountain together, but this time, the mood and mood were completely different. When the two went down the mountain, Li Fansong turned his head, tears streaming down involuntarily.
"What are you thinking?" Feixuan asked him.
"I remember that when I came to Qingcheng Mountain with my parents for the first time, I was less than six years old. As my parents just went up the mountain, I saw a young man sitting in front of the steps, dangling a horsetail and looking into the distance. He asked me, what happened down the mountain? So. I saw a mahogany sword hanging behind him, and said: You teach me swordsmanship, and I will tell you the story of the mountain. My parents blamed me for offending, but he readily agreed to me. Later I knew he was. Zhao Yuzhen, Qingcheng Mountain has the first Daoism and Swordsmanship for a hundred years." Li Fansong laughed while crying, "But at the time I only thought he was a little stupid. Just tell him something about the mountain, he can be happy. For a long time. Thinking about it now, I can't help him."
"What's the matter?" Feixuan asked.
Li Fansong wiped a tear: "When I was young, I experienced so many stories from my parents. Some of them were just fabricated, but the master believed it all. This time I went down the mountain. I know if Master sees such a boring mortal world, will he be a little disappointed."
Feixuan also smiled: "No, a person like Master, no matter how boring things are, it can make him interesting."
"That's right, Master didn't see enough, let us see enough." Li Fansong turned around and said loudly, "Little Shuboy, let's go on the road."
"Okay, little uncle!" Feixuan replied.
"Don't call Uncle Junior, but Young Master." Li Fansong gently tapped Feixuan's head.
Fei Xuan was rarely angry. He just walked a few steps and turned his head again, as if he saw a little road boy once sitting on the steps, who later became a gentle and moist boy, and later became a two-stranded beard. The middle-aged Taoist priest, looking into the distance, his eyes full of longing.
Master, I hope this time down the mountain, you really found the things in your heart. As for what you haven't finished, just leave it to Feixuan.