It was late at night when Jun Yu arrived in Yunyang City.
The dean calculated the time and thought that he would not arrive until tomorrow, so he had already gone to bed and did not send anyone to greet him.
Jun Yu stood outside the high walls of the academy, frowning slightly, his usually cold expression showing a hint of imperceptible urgency.
Before he could knock on the door, a figure suddenly jumped out from the courtyard wall.
The sleeves of her robe were lifted by the night wind, like a white flying bird. This posture should have been extremely elegant.
The man turned around.
The moonlight poured down through the edge of the clouds and flowed all over the ground like stagnant water.
The locust tree swayed in the night wind, and its shadows, deep and shallow, intertwined and fell on the wall tiles.
It fell on him too.
Jun Yu's expression changed slightly.
Wei Jingfeng thought to himself, why are you so surprised? Chunshan Xiao and Qiu Fengli have the same spirit, of course I knew you were coming.
Then he realized that his current appearance was probably the reason why his apprentice was surprised.
Wei Jingfeng's voice was slightly cold, "What's the matter? After not seeing you for many years, your disciple has grown up and doesn't recognize you, Master?"
He regretted it right after he finished speaking. What a bullshit. He was annoyed at himself for a moment, and also angry that Jun Yu, like Li Tugen, also cared about his appearance.
Just before he turned away, Jun Yu knelt down.
One of them knelt on one knee, and the distance between them suddenly shortened. Wei Jingfeng finally didn't have to look up to speak.
Jun Yu stared at him until he was speechless.
Then he corrected it seriously, "It's not many years, it's one hundred and twenty-four years and six months."
At this moment, Wei Jingfeng's depression disappeared without a trace.
He raised his hand and touched the top of his apprentice's head.
"Let's go home."
Jun Yu stood up and followed him.
As before, always one step behind, showing insurmountable respect.
To Jun Yu, a master is just a master, regardless of appearance, age, or cultivation level.
The long street is deserted, with shadows of trees swaying on the bluestone streets, and lanterns and wine flags on the tall buildings waving in the night breeze.
The wind in late autumn was already cold, and Wei Jingfeng tightened his clothes.
In fact, he traveled all the way from the Sword Tomb to Central China, and his fatigue was far beyond what could be eliminated by a good night's sleep.
But he didn't care at all. He had seen a lot of wind, frost, swords and knives, so what was a little tiredness? It was just normal.
Jun Yu walked forward and held his hand.
Wei Jingfeng was stunned for a moment. Jun Yu's palm was slightly cold, but a surge of true energy poured out, flowing through his body like a warm current along the intersection of his ten fingers.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that it was so great that the apprentice had grown up and knew how to love and be filial to his master.
The whole city was still asleep, and they walked on the street in the quiet night.
The Sword Master was held by his disciple's hand, and he seemed to sense something, and said, "Although I have suffered a great disaster this time, it is also a blessing. My sword spirit is stronger, and I can practice again. This appearance can be regarded as reliving my childhood, which is also a kind of practice. I can see it in a positive light, so you don't have to be sad."
He is not good at comforting others and his words are very stiff.
Jun Yu listened very carefully, but said nothing at the end, just said "hmm".
Wei Jingfeng felt relieved.
The autumn wind blew up piles of fallen leaves on the street corners, which looked like snow waves crashing against the shore under the silvery moonlight.
Their shadows were stretched out long and slanted.
Things are unpredictable. Many years ago, the Sword Master picked up a disciple from the gate of the academy and now it is the disciple who comes here to take him home.
Wei Jingfeng was in no hurry to leave. He had stayed in the sword tomb for a long time, and now he felt particularly comfortable looking at the fireworks and the traffic in the market. Jun Yu naturally let him do as he pleased.
"You should come here more often. What's the point of staying in the mountains practicing swordsmanship all day? You should go out into the world..."
Jun Yu nodded. Wei Jingfeng looked up at him and knew that he didn't listen.
Suddenly, his expression straightened up, "Xihua Peak is our home, not a cage to trap you. Don't put shackles on yourself."
Jun Yu pursed his lips and said nothing.
In the busy city of Lueyang, people often looked at them along the way.
A young man with a stern temperament holding the hands of a cute child, this combination is really rare.
So when they walked into the Flower Street, there were more eyes from all sides. Wei Jingfeng was still open and honest, Jun Yu just frowned slightly, and walked through the ostentatious people with a cold expression. Wherever they went, the crowds in the narrow alleys separated a path.
There were not many guests in the morning at Chunxiu Lou, where wine was warm and flowers were blooming. There were only a few tables sparsely occupied in the lobby. The aroma of wine and a faint smell of powder floated in the air, and the brazier was burning vigorously, making crackling sounds from time to time.
The still charming proprietress sat behind the counter, absent-mindedly flipping through the account book.
Everything here looked familiar to Wei Jingfeng, except that he was standing in front of the counter, which was not as tall as the counter.
He looked back at Jun Yu and wanted his apprentice to buy some wine.
Jun Yu misunderstood something, was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and hugged him.
Unexpectedly, his sight suddenly rose, and Wei Jingfeng regained his confidence in looking down from above. Speaking in Luyang dialect, he smiled and said, "Boss, is there any Fu Sheng Huan?"
Miss Luhua finally looked up at them.
He laughed for the first time, "Do you want to drink it or does your dad want to drink it?"
Wei Jingfeng didn't react, "I drink it."
When Miss Luhua usually took the wine, she would throw it on the counter with a "pa" sound, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere. But this time, she was unusually gentle, holding the small porcelain jar and gently placing it in Wei Jingfeng's arms.
"I'm giving it to you."
The Sword Master thought, could it be that he recognized me as a familiar customer?
There's just not enough wine. Never mind. It's a gift from someone with such good intentions. How can I ask for too much when it's just a free gift?
He was happy until Jun Yu carried him out of Chunxiu Tower and out of the red-light district.
Then he uncorked the wine. His keen five senses enabled him to detect something wrong without tasting it. "This is not Fu Sheng Huan, it's Peach Blossom Wine."
He broke free from Jun Yu's arms, turned around and was about to walk back.
Jun Yu didn't know much about wine, "What's the difference?"
“This is for kids!”
The wine made from peach blossoms tastes light at first but sweet afterwards, just like fruit juice.
Jun Yu held him back, said nothing, knelt on one knee and looked into his eyes.
Wei Jingfeng was speechless after being looked at by him, and he held the wine jar and lost his temper, "Forget it, don't comfort me." He smiled, "There's nothing wrong with being a child again. When I was a child, no one gave me anything."
It seemed like something that happened in my past life. I was ostracized and hated in the village as a child, and I fought desperately in the wasteland of East Land as a teenager. These were not happy memories.
Jun Yu didn't say anything else, picked up the wine jar, held his hand and continued walking.
Wei Jingfeng seemed to have found an interesting new experience. There were so many strange gadgets on the street, paper windmills, candied haws, dough figurines, clay figurines, and little rabbit lanterns. Things he had never noticed before now all appeared in his sight.
Quite interesting.
Jun Yu asked, "Do you want to buy it?"
How could the Sword Master have the nerve to buy the bunny lamp? "No."
The paper windmill vendor was used to seeing children who said one thing and meant another, and seeing that he was really cute, he took out a red windmill and stuffed it in his hand, saying, "This is for you."
Wei Jingfeng took it unexpectedly.
Jun Yu took out the silver and handed it to the man. He had not been down the mountain for many years and rarely spent money, so he gave more money without knowing the prices. The vendor was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. Other vendors followed suit and came to give things to Wei Jingfeng.
Jun Yu followed behind and paid the money.
When they were about to leave Lueyang City, the Sword Saint had become thick-skinned. He ate the candied haws himself and let Jun Yu take all the other things.
He suddenly felt that this was pretty good.
Yan Xing wandered to Qingzhou City that day and met a few old drinking buddies at Tianxiang Tower. There were casual cultivators and sons of wealthy families.
After three rounds of drinking, those friends spoke without restraint, "What's the origin of the child next to your senior brother? Is he a son or a disciple?"
Yan Xing was stunned. "What did you say?"
Big brother? Kid? Are you kidding me?
"You still don't know? You really don't know?"
"Tsk, your senior brother took a child to Cangya Mountain, and many people saw it with their own eyes."
"You still don't believe it? He's very kind to that kid."
"If no one dared to ask him, why would they ask you?"
Yan Xing sobered up immediately and jumped out of the second-floor window. When everyone looked up, they saw that he was gone. He did not rest for a day and a night, and rushed back to Xihua Peak.
Finally I saw Jun Yu in front of the mountain gate.
Jun Yu leaned over and said something to the child.
Yan Xing had never seen such a senior brother before. Although his eyes and eyebrows were still as cold as usual, his whole person became inexplicably gentle.
This person is definitely not a disciple.
He walked forward and without thinking, "Big Brother, is this your son?"
The child turned around and glanced at him indifferently.
Yan Xingcai finally saw the sword at his waist.
The exquisite dagger is decorated with pearls and is as gorgeous as an ornament.
Then he knelt down directly.
After a while, he finally came to his senses, "...Master?"
The Sword Saint hummed and threw the Peach Blossom Wine to him, "You came just in time. I'll give you a jar of wine."
Yan Xing took it subconsciously, stood up from the ground, still looking a little dazed.
When he reached Xihua Peak, he suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahahahaha, Master is back!"
The laughter startled the crows in the forest and caused them to fly away.
The Sword Master turned around and glared at him, "Do you think I'm dead?"
Yan Xing stopped laughing and suddenly felt like crying.
He looked at the few people who ran out in a hurry and felt that everyone seemed to want to cry.
The Sword Master is back. This is a big event in the world.
But Wei Jingfeng was most afraid of trouble and didn't want anyone to know, so the news stayed at Xihua Peak.
Life in the mountains is not much different than before.
He was still not used to this look. It was okay in front of Jun Yu, but he always felt awkward in front of other disciples.
Yin Biyue was sent out by him and he and Luo Mingchuan established another peak.
"You two have reached such a high level of cultivation, and you are also a Taoist couple. It's time for you to set up your own sect. Why do you always rely on me?"
Yin Biyue followed his master's orders and found a place with pure spiritual veins in the Cangya Mountains, and named it "Ximing". This is how Cangya Mountain got its seventh peak.
Yan Xing was easier to deal with. The Sword Master only said, "Your heart is not in this world, so get off the mountain as soon as possible!"
"Old Five? Tell him not to come. If he has the free time, why not build a bridge on the floating sea?"
Liu Qishuang was speechless when he picked up the pen. He didn't know whether his master was serious or how to write the reply.
The Sword Saint turned around and said to her, "Qishhuang, go out for a walk when you have time. You are so young, don't stay in your room copying Taoist scriptures all the time."
The willows responded to the frost and went down the mountain when the spring breeze turned into rain, and no one knew where they went.
In the Sword Master's heart, it doesn't matter whether she has passed the test of life and death or how many separations she has experienced, she is still the little girl on the snowy plain. She is still young, with a great time and future. She should go out into the world to experience, waste and regret.
Now that everyone has left, the Sword Master can finally play with the bunny light openly.
Xihua Peak was somewhat lonely again. It was like many years ago, when Wei Jingfeng had just picked up Jun Yu and brought him back. There were only the two of them here. There were also clouds all over the sky, and wild trees and flowers all over the mountain.
Spring goes and autumn comes, clouds roll and unroll. I don't know the years of my practice.
All in all, this was the longest time he had ever stayed at Xihua Peak.
He was confident that he owed nothing to the world or to Cangya, but if he wanted to say that he had done nothing wrong in his life, he felt that he still owed Jun Yu.
When the eldest disciple came back with him, he was only six or seven years old. He led people on the clouds without knowing how to block the wind, and he did not know how to control the strength of his attacks. It did not take long for him to go down the mountain.
Jun Yu would not tell him these things. It was only when he experienced these things again that he slowly understood them.
Just as he said to Yin Biyue, he was really not a good master.
Jun Yu was very careful when he practiced swordplay with him. Every time he went down the mountain with him, he would hold his hand, as if he was afraid that he would get tired or get lost. He learned a craft from somewhere and often made some small toys for him. Wei Jingfeng was really a teenager. He got bored of playing with the toys after two days, but he kept them and didn't throw them away.
Jun Yu did much better than him.
"I remember when you were a kid and just came up the mountain, I taught you how to speak. You could speak a lot in a day. Why are you regressing now?"
"People who have nothing to say and nothing to say will naturally regress."
The Sword Master thought that this wouldn't work. It seemed that speaking was like practicing. If you didn't move forward, you would move backward. He had to start practicing again.
So everything started over again.
For a great practitioner, more than ten years is just a flash of lightning, like a glass of wine under a flower.
Wei Jingfeng had grown into a lively and handsome young man in the blink of an eye. Time had not left any trace on him.
His state of mind gradually recovered, and he was going to go down the mountain to travel with his sword, and he no longer needed his apprentice to accompany him.
In March, the mountains are smiling.
Jun Yu sent him to the mountain path of Xihua Peak and watched his back getting farther and farther away until it became a vague outline under the blue sky.
I turned around and went back alone. As I sat at the desk and polished my sword, I suddenly felt that the past ten years or so were just a dream.
After waking up from the dream, the world remains the same, nothing is different.
As a disciple, he listened carefully and put into practice every word of his master.
There was just one thing he never agreed with.
"Xihua Peak is your home, not a cage to trap you. Don't put shackles on yourself."
That person will never know.
Cangya Mountain is not a cage, and Xihua Peak is not a shackle.
The only one who can truly trap him is the Sword Saint Wei Jingfeng.
Jun Yu wiped the sword slowly, Chunshan's smile was as smooth as water, reflecting the coldness between his brows.
Suddenly, a breeze blew behind me, blocking the bright light and making the room dark.
He turned around, looking slightly surprised.
"Aren't you going to see the heavens?"
The Sword Master touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
"It's meaningless to disappear. I'd rather see you."
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