It was late at night when Jun Yu arrived in Yunyang City. The dean calculated the time and thought that he would arrive tomorrow, so he had already gone to bed and did not send anyone to greet him.
Jun Yu stood outside the red gate and high walls of the academy, frowning slightly, his usual cold expression revealed a subtle urgency. Before he could knock on the door, a figure suddenly jumped out from the courtyard wall. His sleeves were lifted by the night wind, like a white flying bird, this posture should have been extremely chic.
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 light, intertwined and fell on the tiles of the wall and also on him.
Jun Yu's expression changed slightly.
Wei Jingfeng thought, why is he so surprised? "Spring Mountain Smile" and "Autumn Wind" have the same aura, so of course I know you are 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 so angry that he lost his mind for a moment, and was also angry that Jun Yu, like Li Tugen, also cared about his appearance. Just before he was about to leave, 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 talk. Jun Yu stared at him, making him speechless, and seriously corrected him, "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, and he raised his hand and touched the top of his apprentice's head.
"Let's go home."
Jun Yu stood up and followed him, always one step behind him as before, showing insurmountable respect. To Jun Yu, a master is 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 chilly, and Wei Jingfeng tightened his clothes. In fact, he had traveled all the way from the Sword Tomb to the Central Continent, and his fatigue was far from being eliminated by a good night's sleep, but he didn't care at all. He had seen many winds, frosts, and swords, so what was a little fatigue? 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. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's great to have raised a disciple who knows how to love and be filial to the 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 was not good at comforting people, and his words were very stiff, but Jun Yu listened very seriously, and in the end he said nothing, just "hmm". Wei Jingfeng felt relieved.
The autumn wind blew up piles of fallen leaves on the street corners, and under the silvery moonlight, they looked like snow waves lapping against the shore, and their shadows were stretched out diagonally.
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, so he straightened his expression and said, "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 Lueyang City, people often looked at them along the way. A young man with a stern temperament, holding the hand 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 hint of powder floated in the air, and the brazier was burning vigorously, making crackling sounds from time to time.
The charming lady boss sat behind the counter, absentmindedly flipping through the account book. Everything here was familiar to Wei Jingfeng. However, he was not even as tall as the counter when he stood in front of it.
He looked back at Jun Yu, wanting to ask his apprentice to buy some wine. But Jun Yu misunderstood something, was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and picked him up.
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?
It's just that the wine is a little less, forget it, it's a gift from the heart, how can you ask for too much for free. He was happy until Jun Yu held him and walked out of Chunxiu Tower and the red-light district.
Then he pulled out the cork of the wine. His sharp five senses enabled him to detect that something was 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!”
Peach blossom wine tastes light at first but sweet afterwards, just like juice. Jun Yu held him back and said nothing. He 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 feels like it happened in my previous life, being ostracized and disliked in the village as a child, and fighting desperately in the wilderness of East Land as a teenager. These are not happy memories.
Jun Yu didn't say anything else, took 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 rabbit lanterns. He had never noticed them before, but now they 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 didn't know the prices and gave a lot. The happy vendor smiled from ear to ear. Other vendors followed suit and came to give things to Wei Jingfeng, and Jun Yu followed behind to pay the silver.
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 the other things. He suddenly felt that it was really good.
Yan Xing wandered to Qingzhou City that day and met some old drinking buddies at Tianxiang Tower. There were some casual cultivators and some sons of big families. After three rounds of drinking, those friends spoke without restraint, "What's the background of the kid 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.
Yan Xing finally saw Jun Yu in front of the mountain gate. Jun Yu was leaning over and saying something to the child.
Yan Xing had never seen such a senior brother before. His eyes were still cold as always, but his whole body was inexplicably gentle. This person was definitely not a disciple. He walked forward and said without thinking, "Senior Brother, is this your son?"
The child turned around and glanced at him calmly. Yan Xing finally saw the sword at his waist - an exquisite short sword, decorated with pearls, gorgeous like an ornament.
Yan Xing 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 they flew 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 people who had hurried out 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 is most afraid of trouble and doesn't want people to know, so the news stays at Xihua Peak. Life on the mountain is no different from before.
He was still not used to this look, even in front of Jun Yu, but he always felt awkward with other disciples. Yin Biyue was sent away by him and he and Luo Mingchuan opened up 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 she picked up the pen. She didn't know if her master was serious and how to write a reply. The Sword Saint turned around and said to her, "Qishuang, 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 had left, the Sword Master could finally play with the bunny lantern 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. He has been practicing for years, and this is the longest time he has stayed in 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 sword skills 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. I don't know where he learned the craft, but he often made some small toys for him. Wei Jingfeng was really a young man, 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 was not going to work. It seemed that speaking was like practicing. If you don't move forward, you will move backward. You had to start practicing again, so you had to start all over again. For a great practitioner, more than ten years was just a fleeting moment, a time to get drunk.
Wei Jingfeng had grown into a handsome young man in a blink of an eye. Time had not left any trace on him. His realm gradually recovered, and he was going to travel down the mountain 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 he became a blurry dot under the blue sky. Jun Yu turned back alone, and when he sat at the table to polish his sword, he suddenly felt that the past ten years were just a dream.
After waking up from the dream, the world remains the same, nothing is different.
As a disciple, he listened carefully to every word of his master and put it into practice. However, there was one thing he never agreed with: Xihua Peak was his home, not a cage to trap him. Don't put shackles on yourself.
That person will never know that Cangya Mountain is not a cage, and Xihua Peak is not a shackle. The only one who can really trap him is Sword Saint Wei Jingfeng.
Jun Yu slowly wiped the sword, his smile smooth as water, reflecting the chill between his brows. Suddenly, a breeze blew behind him, blocking the bright light, and the room suddenly became dark.
He turned around, looking slightly surprised: "Aren't you going to meet the heaven and earth?"
The Sword Master touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "It's meaningless to disappear, it's better to see you."
"Please stir-fry a pot of pine nut candy. Put more pine nuts to make the candy coating crispier. Don't lie to me about the amount. I know this."
The peddler stared at the solemn and stern practitioner in front of his stall, stunned, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Jun Yu frowned and thought about it. There was nothing wrong. His master told him to say this before he left the mountain, and he wrote it down word for word.
When he returned to the main courtyard of Xihua Peak, he saw Wei Jingfeng sitting firmly on the master's chair, but Yan Xing was kneeling in the hall. When he saw him come in, he winked at him with a sad face and said loudly, "Master, please help me."
Unfortunately, Jun Yu did not understand his earnest expectation of "Senior Brother, please help me say a few words." He handed the oil paper wrapped stick in his hand to Wei Jingfeng and took out a pair of chopsticks.
The Sword Master was eating the pine nut candy bought by his eldest disciple, feeling refreshed. He motioned Jun Yu to sit anywhere, but turned around and scolded Yan Xing: "You are such a loser. Do you have to go there? Why don't you bring him to Cangya?"
Yan Xing said: "Song Tang is the head of the sect after all..."
Why come to Cangya? Master, please give me some truth.
Wei Jingfeng slammed the table and said, "What's wrong with the head of the sect? Luo Mingchuan is also the head of the sect! Look at the fourth brother. When the fourth brother goes out, Luo Mingchuan dare not say anything if he says one thing. If he goes east, Luo Mingchuan dare not go west. This is the dignity of the head of the family! What do you look like? I don't want a disgraceful disciple like you."
Yan Xing thought, I used to think that the fourth child was the head of the family, but after a long time, I can see that the fourth child is obviously spoiled by Luo Mingchuan. What's wrong with me spoiling Song Tang now?
But he didn't dare say what he was thinking, because the Sword Master became angrier and angrier and was ready to find a weapon to hit him with.
Wei Jingfeng felt that it was not necessary to draw the sword with his own apprentice. He wanted to throw the pine nut candy on his face, but he couldn't bear to do so because his eldest apprentice had bought it with great effort and he hadn't finished it yet.
In the end, I had no choice but to throw the chopsticks in my hand over.
Yan Xing didn't dodge or avoid, and was hit directly. He just wanted to rub his shoulder and pretend to be pitiful, but it didn't hurt at all.
Jun Yu brought another pair of chopsticks and said nothing. He just looked at his master with a calm gaze.
Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, Wei Jingfeng lost all his temper. He waved his hand and said, "I agree, you can go now... Wait a minute, there are a few jars of wine under the old pine tree on the cliff. They were buried by me when I passed the tribulation and became a saint. Take one jar, don't take more!"
Yan Xing got up and went out, overjoyed. He came back and knelt down to kowtow: "Master!"
Wei Jingfeng said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, take them and leave quickly, there are no extra chopsticks."
As soon as Yan Xing left, the Sword Saint no longer needed his chopsticks. He ate the candy contentedly and told Jun Yu, "Go get a jar later. We'll go to Yunhai to drink and watch the moon tonight."
As the first disciple, Jun Yu knew exactly what Wei Jingfeng's property was.
"Still eating?"
"I don't want to eat anymore. I'm sick of it."
Jun Yu wrapped up the remaining half bag of pine nut candy and put it away, brewed a pot of cloud mist tea for Wei Jingfeng to relieve his greasiness, and then took out a soft handkerchief from his arms to wipe the sugar crumbs off his master's hands.
In addition to practicing sword skills, he now often has to do some trivial things. He prepares these trivial things with him, but he thinks it is good this way.
As for what was good about it, he couldn't say clearly.
"The wine on the cliff, Master said before, is a treasure, and needs to wait for a 'good day' to be opened."
The Sword Master watched his eldest disciple wipe his fingertips. His expression was as focused as always, and it seemed that his movements were no different from when he was wiping his sword, but his movements were gentle and careful.
He then laughed: "The day I am happy is a great day."
On this long journey, every magnificent or ordinary day is treasured for you.
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