Lord Sword Immortal will not be defeated

Chapter 11
"Master, may I ask, when will Master Jingyuan come back?"

"Suck~ Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in a short time." Qing Chi took a sip of tea, "But you don't have to worry, he is not in danger. So, in the next time, if you encounter any difficulties, or If you need anything, you can come to the poor monk at any time."

Wang Li tilted his head slightly to look at Qingchi: If there is no danger, do we really need to emphasize something deliberately?Just tell me what he's going to do, even if you can't say the specific content, it's always okay to talk about it, right?Looking for relatives, visiting friends, subduing demons, eliminating demons, what is there to say?
Qingchi didn't know the surging thoughts under his calm face, but just responded with a kind smile.

half an hour.

A smile suddenly broke out on Wang Li's face. He folded his hands together, bowed and said, "Master, please resign!"

"Ok?"

The smile on Qing Chi's face froze again.

"Are you going?"

"Yes, master, this disciple came to Bailong Temple to treat his illness. Now that he has recovered from his stubborn illness, it is natural not to continue to bother him."

"What's the point? Zhulin Temple is not close to the temple, and you won't disturb anyone if you live here."

"What the master said is true, but this disciple has just turned fourteen and has never been far away from his hometown in the past. Now that he is away for more than a month, he really misses his father in his heart, and I hope the master will be perfect!"

"This... you can wait until Jingyuan comes back, he has taken care of you for more than a month, don't you want to say goodbye to him personally?"

"Of course I want to. However, this disciple also understands very well that separation is the normal state in the world. Therefore, farewell does not need to be set off by a sense of ritual, but intentions are enough. Moreover, in the future, disciples can go to Bailong Temple with their families again." , to express my gratitude to Master Jingyuan and the monks of Bailong Temple."

Qing Chi's lips moved, staring at Wang Li who was bending over in front of him, he couldn't think of any reason to stop him.

Separation is the normal state of the world.

This kid is so fucking good...

The light and shadow in his eyes danced, not only did he see Wang Li, but he also seemed to see the parting scenes after another in his past life.

There was a long silence.

He suppressed his smile and said in a deep voice: "The mountain is full of dangers. I heard from Jingyuan that your home is at least three hundred miles away from Bailong Mountain. You are a young man, how do you go back?"

"No matter how far the journey is, no matter how many crises there are, if you have a home, you will have direction and strength."

"..." Qing Chi smacked his lips: "You don't understand, there are ghosts and monsters under the mountain!"

"Disciple is not afraid."

"The demon can eat people."

"There is no fear of death."

Qing Chi was immediately displeased when he heard the words.Not because Wang Li keeps refuting, but because Wang Li despises life and death.

He didn't think that a child of this age could really tell the truth about life and death, but Wang Li didn't act like he was talking big, which meant that perhaps the experience of many years of illness in the past made Wang Li not pay so much attention to his life.

How is this possible?

He frowned deeply, and resolutely retorted: "What do you know about life and death? Have you ever seen real life and death? This world has long been a sea of ​​suffering, and Bailong Temple has found a ray of safety by hiding in deep mountains and dense forests. Why do you go to that sea of ​​suffering? ?”

Wang Li couldn't help but frowned, I haven't seen life and death?I have died once!

He took a breath, and then immediately retorted: "Master, if the world is really a sea of ​​suffering, even if the White Dragon Temple disappears, it is just a solitary boat in the boundless ocean. When the tide comes, what is the difference between going up and down the mountain?" ?”

This remark rings true.

When the words fell, Qing Chi was really stunned from the outside to the inside.

In the room, the old monk sat quietly, and the boy bent over.

Both of them were motionless.

It was a long time again.

Qing Chi stood up suddenly.

"Forget it, since you are determined to leave, the poor monk has no reason to stop you. Otherwise, what is the difference with detention?"

Hearing this, Wang Li straightened up slowly, smoothed his eyebrows a little, and was about to thank him, but heard Elder Chi speak again.

"However, since your father sent you to Bailong Temple for treatment, he entrusted your safety to Bailong Temple. Although your illness is cured now, if you are allowed to go home alone, if something happens on the way, then It is inevitable that Bailong Temple will be blamed in the end."

The gully on Wang Li's forehead suddenly became deeper than before.

Looking up, I saw Qingchi said with a smile again: "It just so happens that the poor monk has nothing to do today, and he is so quiet that he wants to move, so I will accompany you on this journey!"

"Master..."

"Don't talk too much, it's settled like this! Hey, the poor monk sees that you are also looking forward to returning home now, so let's take a rest for a day, and you also pack up your things. I will come to find you in the morning and take you home !"

After all, he didn't give Wang Li any chance to refute or decline, and walked away quickly.

Wang Li had no choice but to stand at the door, staring blankly at the old monk going away.

"Master Jingyuan... I'm afraid something happened." Suddenly thinking of this in his heart, Wang Li lost the joy of leaving Bailong Temple at all.

He turned around and sat on the stool to think for a while. It was really hard to judge the lack of conditions, so he could only keep this matter in his heart.

Although Master Jingyuan lives in Zhulin Temple and does not mix with the monks in the temple, this does not mean that Jingyuan is excluded and suppressed, but it proves that he is unique in Bailong Temple.

Wang Li was called a "born Buddha son" because of the Sutra Pavilion, but before that, Jingyuan had almost touched this threshold.

In other words, Jingyuan is the most talented young generation of Bailong Temple, and the fastest to cash in their talents into the leaders of strength.

With such an identity, it is impossible for Bailong Temple to turn a blind eye to the difficulties he encountered.

Compared with the top ten eminent monks, Wang Li's own energy is completely negligible.

Since Qingchi was not in a hurry just now, it means that the matter may not be that serious, at least it can be resolved by Bailong Temple.

Wang Li felt relieved, stood up and lifted the long sword on the table.

It sinks as soon as you start.

This three-foot-three sword is very strong.

The sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the faint blue light bloomed again.

There was joy in Wang Li's eyes, the appearance alone had already won his love.

Holding the sword in one hand is a bit heavy. Although his body has recovered and he has begun to cultivate, he is still a young man, and the exercise has only been done for a day.

The wrist moved slowly, and the blue light of the blade also flowed along with it.

Suddenly, the sword shadow flashed.

The corner of the table flew out immediately.

Wang Li stretched out his hand to gently rub the cut surface, and it felt extremely smooth without any roughness.

Observing with the sword again, he found two words on the side of the sword that spit out the blade under the sword lattice: Qingshuang.

After admiring it for a long time, he reluctantly returned the sword to its sheath, and carried him back to the bedroom.

In Bailong Temple, he wore monk's robes, ate fast food, and lived in a Buddhist monastery.Except for the few I Ching I brought from home, I didn't have much luggage to pack.

He found out the brocade robe, bright silver hairpin and white jade pendant he wore when he came here.

On the mountain, he wore a monk's robe as a follower of the Romans; when he went down the mountain, he didn't want to be seen as a strange little monk with hair.

Speaking of which, after crossing, his understanding of this world is limited to Xiao Wangli's memory, and the Bailong Temple where he stayed for a month.And Xiao Wangli is weak and sick, and rarely goes out, and most of his understanding of the world comes from books.

Therefore, Wang Li's sense of freshness and anticipation for this world is not low at all, even if the little white dragon is really enshrined in the White Dragon Temple.

Then, after collecting several I Chings, Wang Li sat cross-legged to practice, simultaneously counteracting the uncontrollable excitement with [Concentration], waiting for the arrival of the next morning.

(End of this chapter)