The only way

Chapter 849 Like a teacher, like a disciple

There is no blooming in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.

Baixue dislikes the evening of spring, so she wears garden trees as flying flowers.

In a small courtyard, above the plaque, the words "spring scenery late" are beautiful and lingering. Inside the half-open door, the garden is filled with spring scenery that cannot be closed.

Among the countless flowers, there was a table with a rocking chair beside it.

On the rocking chair, the woman in the purple dress was leisurely and contented, holding a jasper wine cup in one hand and tapping lightly on the armrest with the other. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her face was full of enjoyment.

Among the flowers not far away, there is a woman in blue shirt holding a piano and playing music, with a smile on her beautiful face.

There is a young man in red, playing a horizontal flute. His jade flute is gentle, his fingers are like jade, and his appearance is handsome.

There are also women in light gauze dancing gracefully among the flowers, colorful butterflies flying as the water sleeves stretch, and hundreds of flowers bloom.

What a great picture of pleasure.

Mu Xueyi brought the two of them to the entrance of Chunsewan, saluted and left.

Before leaving, he glanced at the shocked Li Xianxian, turned around and snickered slightly.

Leaving with brisk steps.

Her master's cultivation level is not low, so his status in Yanyu Tower is naturally high.

As her disciple, Mu Xueyi has outstanding talent, and there is no need to entertain guests in the Yanyu Tower. However, Mu Xueyi's master believes that if you want to understand the heart of music, you need to experience all kinds of situations in the world in order to play the real music.

Therefore, although Mu Xueyi does not need to entertain guests, she still needs to come to Yanyu Tower to do work occasionally, which is a kind of experience.

Today, she is responsible for the affairs of Chun Se Wan.

When Lingchu saw the carnival picture in the spring evening, he was slightly startled, but after all he thought he was well-informed and walked in calmly.

However, Li Xianxian felt heavy under his feet. Except for the dance music in the palace during festivals when he was a child, he had never seen such a battle.

Even the dance music in the palace is mainly dignified and elegant.

What's more, the two are not on the same level at all, and there is nothing to compare.

For Li Xianxian, this was the first time he saw such a situation, so he was naturally a little panicked, but he still insisted on following the master inside without changing his expression.

I've already been rude once, and I won't show any cowardice again this time!

Li Xianxian secretly made up his mind and told himself that he was here to gain experience.

Thinking of this, the young man straightened his back, his eyes firm and serious.

Scanning around, I was surprised to find that these flowers seemed to be fake. There was no trace of birth and death, but there was a light floral fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose.

The fluttering colorful butterflies don't seem to be real. They often fall on the flowers and turn into countless rays of light.

Even the gentle breeze blowing the flowers in Luo Shi's clothes is probably not real.

There is a formation in the Yanyu Tower, so there will be wind blowing in, and it will be a warm and refreshing wind.

Is it an illusion? Or the way of music?

Li Xianxian's eyes circled between the dancing women in gauze and the men and women playing music, and lowered his eyes to think.

This time he learned his lesson and couldn't keep staring at others.

Compared to Li Xianxian's thoughts, as soon as Lingchu entered the door, his consciousness swept away and he knew that the flowers and colorful butterflies were all caused by the monks from Yanyu Tower who played music.

That must be the wonder of this music.

And the warm wind like smoke is just a little magic cast by the singing and dancing woman, and the fragrance of the flowers is also caused by the woman's warm wind.

But I have to say that this time of music and dance is indeed a great enjoyment for people.

It is worthy of the name of this small courtyard.

Entering the eyes, ears, and nose are all spring colors.

"Coming? Come on, lie down and enjoy it."

Without even opening his eyes, Zhenjun Duanyi waved his hand holding the wine cup, and two rocking chairs appeared next to him.

The rocking chair looked very comfortable as it swayed.

Li Xianxian was a little hesitant. As a disciple and disciple, he could lie down like his master and ancestor, okay? Should he stand behind him and wait?

Lingchu did not hesitate, lying on the rocking chair numbly. With a wave of his hand, two bottles of fine wine appeared. He handed one to Master Duan Yi Zhenjun and said, "Disciples should be filial to their master. Hundreds of years of fine wine, fine wine, beautiful people and beautiful scenery, and finally It’s a fit.”

He handed a pot to the disciple Li Xianxian who was standing stupidly, "Lie down quickly. Your master spent money, don't waste it."

The wine she handed to Li Xianxian was naturally not a century-old wine, but it was not because she was reluctant to part with it, but most of the wine she brewed came from the Luotian wine recipe, and the rest of the wine recipes were not simple.

A hundred-year-old wine, even the mildest one, with Li Xianxian's level of cultivation, he would fall to the ground unconscious after drinking one cup. What he was given was twenty years of spiritual wine, which was just right for him to drink and beneficial to his cultivation.

Li Xianxian took the jug respectfully, knowing that his master was good at making wine. He was curious and happy in his heart. He hugged the jug and lay down on the rocking chair obediently.

Master is right, Master paid for it!

Master also said that Yanyu Tower is very expensive!

Can't waste it!

Li Xianxian imitated his master and master and wanted to enjoy music and dance, but he kept thinking in his mind, how should he deal with music cultivators? Are there any similarities between illusion and sound cultivation? How many spiritual stones did Master spend? How many batches of elixirs are enough for him to make?

The more he thought about it, the more distant Li Xianxian's thoughts became, which was completely opposite to the enjoyment of his master and ancestor.

Of course, the thoughts of apprentices and disciples are not within the scope of consideration of masters and masters.

Lingchu and Duanyi Zhenjun, master and disciple, were particularly unanimous in appreciating the performance of the monks from Yanyulou.

The sound of the piano is graceful and the sound of the flute is clear, but they contain a strange power to soothe people's hearts.

Spiritual power is like a stream, flowing with the sound of music and spreading throughout the entire spring evening.

For a monk, spiritual power is like water, and a monk is like a fish. Under such circumstances, he is like a fish entering the water, extremely leisurely and contented.

The spiritual power in the body becomes peaceful in the music, and the spiritual consciousness comes like a gentle breeze.

Take another sip of wine and really enjoy it.

One song after another, from day to night, the stars hang low, and the flowers in the late spring are replaced by fireflies and floating snowflakes in the sky.

The gleaming light is dotted with snow-white frost flowers, and coupled with the quietly lit lights around it, it has a dreamy beauty.

When the frost flowers turn into water and the spring scenery returns, this round of performances will be considered over.

The three of them, the beautiful woman, the handsome man, and the veiled woman, bowed and left under the rising sun.

Only the flowers in the courtyard were left, as well as the three masters and apprentices lying side by side on the rocking chairs.

"Did the leader ask you to come?"

Zhenjun Duanyi drank a bottle of wine and seemed to be a little drunk when he spoke.

Lingchu also drank, but not much. Hearing this, he nodded, "Master is wise."

"Huh, I've been running away for so long, and you still want to let me go back. There's no shortage of me in the door."

Zhenjun Duanyi rubbed his forehead, showing a rare childish look.

But it was just a talk. She naturally understood why each peak had to retain a disciple, and the first of the three mountains had to remain.

It's just to prepare for the worst and leave a foundation for the inheritance of Sanqing Dao Sect.

Especially the first of the three mountains, it inherits the mountain-holding method of the Sanqing Taoist Sect.

Duanyi Zhenjun ran out at that time, and Chong and the leader did not rush to catch him back because Lingchu was still in retreat at that time.

It’s okay to have one here.

But now, they have all run away. As the master and grandmaster of the Taiqing Mountain lineage, Zhenjun Duanyi is not allowed to go back and tell the truth.

Zhenjun Duanyi looked at his well-behaved disciple and saw at a glance that his little disciple didn't want to go back and guard him either.

Sighing, she finally understood the common saying in the world, if you raise a hundred children, you will always have ninety-nine worries.

The same goes for raising apprentices!

Everyone was so ambitious that they couldn't stand it anymore, and in the end it was she, the master, who was the ancestor, who had to bear everything.

Zhenjun Duanyi said angrily, "I've guaranteed the spring night for half a year, and I've paid for it! It's only half a month until it expires, so go back after watching it!"

Lingchu nodded quickly, "Okay, Master."

"This is the guarding order for Jumang City, as well as the location of the formation. Since you are here, please guard it for me, Master."

"Yes, Master."

"Ah, there are also the affairs in Jumang City. Although other disciples handle most of them, you have to take a look at them sometimes. You have to be responsible for the affairs that cannot be handled."

"……Yes."

Although Zhenjun Duanyi was reluctant to return to the clan, he handed over the affairs of Jumangcheng very neatly and quickly.

After throwing them all out, he drove the young disciples and young disciples out unceremoniously.

To put it nicely, business is more important than pleasure.

　Duan Yi Zhenjun: You can’t lose if you focus on one person

　　(End of this chapter)