He Xiyun was a little displeased.

The Qixian Sect is just a small sect that is backed by the Blood Sect, and it is far inferior to his own sect.

But she was under the eaves, not looking at the face of the monk but at the face of the Buddha. She dared to offend the Qixian Gate, but she dared not offend the Blood Seeing Sect behind the Qixian Gate.

While He Xiyun was struggling, Chang Ming had already stepped forward.

The leading Qixian Sect disciple looked them up and down.

It was obvious that the two of them were not like ordinary villagers or wanderers from other places. Although they were described as being in a mess, the sword in He Xiyun's hand showed her identity.

"In Xialin Han, may I ask the two fellow Taoists' surnames, and which masters do you study under? This place is under the protection of the Seven Strings Gate. If you two are free, you might as well go up the mountain with us for a cup of hot tea."

The attitude is not enthusiastic, but it is also a lot more polite than just now.

He Xiyun: "Thank you fellow daoist, I, He Xiyun, came from Qingbei Mountain and passed by here, so I don't intend to disturb you."

When she bowed her hands and saluted, she deliberately showed the scabbard so that the other party could see the mark of the teacher's door, indicating that she was not lying.

The Blood Sect has many enemies, but Qingbei Mountain is not one of them.

Lin Han nodded, relaxed his vigilance, and took the initiative to explain a few more sentences.

"We went to Qingshui Village to select disciples today, and we didn't greet you very well. Fellow Daoist He, please forgive me. You may as well come in and sit down for a while. I'll talk to you after I'm done."

He Xiyun declined politely: "I have something important to do, and I am in a hurry to report back to the teacher's gate. Please forgive me for not being able to stay for a long time. I will visit another day."

Because of the death of her senior brother, there was still a trace of anxiety between her brows, Lin Han saw it in her eyes, and felt that it was not a fake.

"In that case, then..."

"Your faction chooses disciples, do you think I am suitable?"

Chang Ming spoke abruptly, which stunned Lin Han.

He Xiyun explained next to him: "Brother Changming is a Taoist friend I met on the way. He has saved my life. I wanted to invite him to Qingbei Mountain as a guest."

Chang Ming: "I have been seriously injured, I have no energy, even my head is dizzy all day long, I don't know very well, I'm afraid it won't help me to travel a long distance, I wonder if there is a vacancy in your sect to do odd jobs?"

Lin Han looked at the group of seven or eight-year-old children who were waiting to be selected, and then looked at Chang Ming. The meaning was obvious: our Qixian Sect is for accepting students, not a nursing home.

Besides, this person's origin is unknown, it's hard to say whether he is a spy or an enemy, how could Qixian Sect take him in casually?

"Friend Daoist Lin, let's say a few words, you should do your work first."

He Xiyun tugged at the corner of Chang Ming's clothes and pulled him aside.

"Brother Dao, the Qixian Gate is backed by the Blood Sect. There are no big things, but there are also many small things. You might as well go back to Qingbei Mountain with me. There are beautiful mountains and clear waters there, which will help you heal your wounds."

Chang Ming: "I'm afraid my body won't last there, even if I can't enter the outer door, I can find a place at the foot of the mountain to recuperate."

He Xiyun hesitated for a moment: "Then I..."

"When I recover from my injury, I will go to Qingbei Mountain to see you." Chang Ming gave her a soothing smile.

He Xiyun thought of the death of his brother from the same school, and couldn't say what he wanted to stay with him.

This person met her by chance, but he was no longer the relaxed and embarrassed person he was when they first met.

Perhaps because of the gradual recovery of memory, two or three days of time gradually worn away the bleakness between his brows, and his whole person became clearer and clearer, as bright as the moon, just such a smile, also—

Although practitioners should not be deceived by appearances, the most unreliable thing in the world is the appearance of flesh and blood, but it is neither a fairy nor a Buddha, who can transcend things and not change their minds?

He Xiyun seemed to understand something, hurriedly looked away and forced a smile.

"Okay then, since you've made your decision, I'll help you tell Fellow Daoist Lin that Qingbeishan isn't considered a sect, but it still has a bit or two of face. I'll come and see you when I go back to the master's gate and report the changes here. "

She turned back to look for Lin Han, took out a sapphire hairpin from her sleeve and handed it over.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, Fellow Daoist Changming is seriously injured, and it is true that he is unable to travel long distances. Can you let him settle down in your sect for a while, and I will come pick him up after a while."

"This…"

Lin Han's eyes fell on the hairpin.

He Xiyun smiled and said: "This hairpin was forged by my uncle Lingfei, who became famous for refining weapons. It is not a famous weapon, but it is most suitable for women's self-defense. You can give it to your sweetheart or female elders, just take it as me Meet and greet."

Lin Han really couldn't move his eyes away.

To be honest, Qixianmen is not a wealthy school.

As a non-core disciple, Lin Han has even fewer resources.

This time, he came out to help select disciples, which was also a job he managed to get. I thought it was a fat job, but the villages he was assigned to were all from mediocre families, and they couldn't give anything good to honor them.

Just now Lin Han hinted several times, indicating that those who have the conditions can take priority in the selection and have a great chance to become beginner disciples, but none of those stupid children heard it.

On the contrary, He Xiyun became the first person to give gifts after he left the mountain.

Lin Han hesitated, wanting to welcome but refusing.

"I'm afraid it's a little out of order..."

He Xiyun smiled and said: "Fellow Changming's age is not suitable for starting from the beginning. If there are some chores that are not too hard, you can ask him to help, and it will not waste the quota of your sect."

Lin Han said softly: "The outer door kitchen still lacks someone who can help with cooking..."

He beckoned Chang Ming to come over.

"Can you cook?"

Chang Ming: "A little bit."

Lin Han: "What will happen?"

Chang Ming thought for a while: "Does scrambled eggs with toon count?"

The corners of Lin Han's mouth twitched, and he said to himself, are you sure you didn't just smell the aroma of the family behind making toon scrambled eggs, and you thought it up now?

Chang Ming looked sincere: "I'm smart and can learn."

It doesn't take much practice to do odd jobs in the kitchen, and it doesn't even matter whether the cooking is good or not, because it's not Lin Han's food anyway, and the noble teachers and brothers in the inner door will not go to the outer door to eat.

Lin Han touched the hairpin in his sleeve, and agreed immediately.

But He Xiyun was not at ease, and while bidding farewell to Yiyi, she urged her repeatedly.

"Although there is no rumor that the Qixian Sect has any bad deeds, but they are backed by the blood sect, brother Dao should pay attention, and don't force yourself in everything."

Chang Ming said: "Thank you for your hairpin, I will find a better one for you later on."

He Xiyun only thought of him as being polite, but the two of them had a bond because of this, and she was satisfied.

Farewell to He Xiyun, Chang Ming, a person with amnesia, officially became a member of the odd job in the kitchen outside the Qixian Gate.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye.

For Qixianmen, taking Chang Ming in is just a trivial episode.

Right now besides selecting new disciples to join, Qixian Sect also has another big event, that is the marriage of the Xiao family's daughter by Liu Xiaoyu, the most beloved disciple under the head of the sect.

The Xiao family has many officials and officials. In the previous generation, there was a genius Xiao Zangfeng. Although Xiao Zangfeng is still unmarried, his niece has reached the marriageable age. Come out on top.

The reason is not only because Liu Xiaoyu, as the most valued direct disciple of the head of the Qixian Sect, is very likely to take over the high position in the future, but also because he is extremely talented, and he is said to be rare in a hundred years. Pai's treasure, the seven-star lyre, once broke through in cultivation during the day, and its spiritual power soared, attracting the celestial phenomenon of dragon and phoenix singing in harmony.

If there is no accident, Liu Xiaoyu is very likely to lead Qixianmen on the road of resurgence.

Such a proud son of heaven, even if he came from a small sect, he still has enough proud capital, and the daughter of the Xiao family can also be called a talented woman, a perfect match.

The marriage of the eldest disciple who is the head of the sect is approaching, and dozens of new disciples have joined the sect to learn from the master. The joy is ecstatic, and the Qixian gate is decorated with lanterns and festoons, beaming with joy.

But for Chef He who is in charge of the outside kitchen, none of these things compare to having an extra helper.

Some sects are divided into inner and outer sects.

The so-called outer sect is actually a candidate for the inner sect disciples, with mediocre aptitude, and there are tens or hundreds of people in class, which is not as good as the one-on-one teacher teaching of the inner sect disciples.

To put it simply, father does not love mother or mother.

Chef He has a bad temper, which is the consensus of the outer disciples.

However, there is a relative who is in charge of the inner sect, who has a bad temper and is still in charge of the chef, no matter what the outer sect disciples think, they have to be polite in front of him.

Chef He, who has a bad temper, is actually kind and cheerful sometimes.

He was chatting with a steward of the inner sect.

"You don't know, since Changming came to me, I have saved a lot of trouble. If I let chop wood and chop wood, I will pick beans when I ask to pick up beans. I don't have a lot of words. I talk less and work faster. It's better than those few thieves before. It’s much better to be treacherous and slippery, I’m ready, and after a period of investigation, if he can still bear his temper, he will accept him as an apprentice, and he will be regarded as an inheritor!”

The steward smiled and said, "It's rare to see you praise someone so much! Is that person really that good?"

Chef He: "Isn't that right? Oh, everyone will be there, Chang Ming, come here, come here!"

When Chang Ming put down the firewood and came to him, Chef He introduced it to him.

"This is Guanshi Zhang. He is the one who is in charge of handling the celebration and human relations in the inner sect. This time Uncle Liu's marriage was supported by Guanshi Zhang inside and out."

Liu Xiaoyu is young, but as the head disciple, he has a seniority, so there is nothing wrong with Chef He calling him uncle.

Manager Zhang looked at Chang Ming.

Unlike those young disciples who started in their teens, this person must be in his twenties or thirties.

He looks energetic and reliable, but he is really too handsome, even better looking than the so-called jade gentleman Liu Xiaoyu.

This appearance, wouldn't it make the outer disciples jealous of him?

An absurd thought flashed by, and Zhang Guanshi himself found it funny.

"You don't want to practice? Are you willing to cook with Chef He?"

Chang Ming said: "I'm not in good health and I'm not suitable for cultivation. Chef He is willing to take me in and help him do the work."

Guanshi Zhang knew a little about medical principles, and when he heard this, he squeezed his wrist to feel his pulse, and it was exactly as he said.

"Pity."

Guanshi Zhang regretted casually.

If he can cultivate, his talent is not bad, and in time, he might become another jade gentleman.

Chang Ming didn't care if he could practice or not, he said to Chef He, "I'll chop the firewood first."

Some people share the work, Chef He can now concentrate on studying the dishes, his temper has improved a lot, and he is smiling when he hears this.

"go Go."

Chang Ming should be, and left with his arms folded, and the two chatted behind him.

"Do you think Uncle Liu can successfully break through this time? If he can, this is the first person in history who can break through the eighth layer of the Pixia mentality at the age of twenty-five!"

"Even if you can, it's the second place."

"No way, is there anyone else who is faster? Which senior from our sect is the first?"

"It's not from the sect, it's from the nine parties who unified the demon sect back then."

"Jiufang? But the real Jiufang who first entered the Taoist sect, then entered the Buddhist sect, then betrayed Buddhism and became a devil, and finally even the Confucian sect turned against him?"

"Yes, it is him."

"He actually had something to do with our sect? The Pixia Heart Method is such a secret that is not passed down in our sect, is the head of the sect willing to borrow it from him?!"

"Because he didn't borrow it, he robbed it! He took it for himself, took it away for three days and three nights, and returned it. He also said that there were flaws in Pixia's mind that could not be repaired. It was destined that no one could reach the ninth level. , made the former Head Song very angry. This is not a glorious thing, so how can we spread it around? I suspect that Head Song died early because he was dissatisfied and insisted on forcibly breaking through the ninth layer of Pixia, but failed. Therefore, I heard that the final death was tragic, and the disciples who went in to collect the bones were all frightened..."

"Hiss, that's enough, that's enough, don't talk about it! On the day of great joy, let's talk about something else. Have you met Uncle Liu's fiancée?"

"I really saw one side from afar..."

The voice of the voice fell behind and became more and more indistinct.

Chang Ming walked around the back kitchen, picked up the bamboo basket from the base of the wall, and walked down the **** of the mountain path. He was going to dig some bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest halfway up the mountain. According to Chef He's intention, he would make roasted pork with bamboo shoots at night.

Except for most of the food in the outer door kitchen for the outer door disciples to eat, a small part is naturally left for them to eat, but the amount of this small part is up to Chef He, so Chef He decided He is the person most disciples of the outer sect cannot offend.

Walking halfway, the strength of the bamboo stick on the ground suddenly increased, Chang Ming bent slightly and gasped.

Limbs and bones went numb for a while, as if frozen by thousands of years of ice, hot blood rushed to the heart like a huge wave, almost dying.

The pain was sudden, but not surprising.

Ever since he came out of the underworld, Chang Ming had seizures from time to time. Although his memory was somewhat incomplete, he still remembered some of his previous cultivation experience, and tried to guide his spiritual power to normalize, adjust his breath and nourish his qi every night.

After a few months, it has achieved some results. Now the attack time has been extended a lot, and the half-disused spiritual orifice seems to have a faint tendency to be pried, but every attack is still tormented.

He could only stand still, slowly waiting for the wave of pain to subside.

There was movement in the bamboo forest on the right.

Chang Ming is not a nosy person, and his current physical condition is beyond his control.

One person was pushed out, staggered back, and fell right in front of him.

The other party raised his eyes, Chang Ming lowered his eyes.

The four eyes are facing each other.

An unconcealable look of shock was revealed.

Chang Ming even felt a shock in his heart.

this person? !

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1. It is true that the three apprentices appeared in the copywriting, but the CP is not him, it is [big apprentice Yun Weisi]

2. Master will return to the peak

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Old Song Xuelei, the former head of the Qixian Sect who had died for many years, cried:

I died unjustly. Originally, according to my cultivation, I could live another two hundred years without breaking through. As a result, Jiufang, who is not a human being, forcibly took away Pixia's mentality from me, and even told me about it. Do not practice!

If I didn't want to prove that the ancestors of the ancestors did not make mistakes, how could I practice, and how could I die if I didn't force a breakthrough? ? ?

I died to protect the reputation of the patriarch!

55555 In short, blame Jiufang, the old thief!

Chapter 3 and later, the master and the apprentice turned against each other, and all the old friendships were wiped out and no longer existed.

At the age of twenty-eight, Chang Ming, who was already the master of Jade Emperor Temple, accepted his first apprentice.

The Jade Emperor Temple is not a big sect, but after several years of Chang Ming's leadership, this Taoist temple has begun to emerge, and it is well-known in the Jianghu. Many people come here admiringly. I don't like it, and occasionally I come across someone with a talent that is not bad, so I throw it to my junior for training, while I devote myself to practicing on the road, trying to spend my lifetime to gain a glimpse of the mysteries of the way of heaven.

At that time, Yun Weisi was just a fifteen-year-old boy.

After recovering his life from the misfortune of slashing his family, he was kicked out of the family, displaced, and made his home all over the world. All the rich clothes, jade, food, poetry, books and etiquette have become a thing of the past. Many sects refused to take him in because of his sensitive identity, and some sects refused to accept him. Seeing that his bones are flat and his internal organs are wounded, it is absolutely impossible to spend a lot of effort to reshape a stranger's muscles and bones.

Only Yuhuangguan accepted him.

At first, Chang Ming didn't notice this unremarkable student burning fire.

Until one day, the steward of the sect assigned morning lessons to all the handyman disciples, asking them to carve and engrave characters on the cooked rice grains.

Carving characters on rice grains is a test of kung fu. The cooked rice is fluffy and soft, and it is almost impossible to complete the homework. Many disciples give up halfway and complain about the difficult managers. There are also some works that are not satisfactory. God, it is surprising to carve out simple patterns.

Only Yun Weisi carved rice under the moonlight in the dead of night for three whole months.

Accidentally, Chang Ming discovered that he put the carved rice in a bowl and preserved it well with the Ice Art. For three months, the rice carvings were in disarray from the beginning, and then they were able to carve a queen. Mangosteen forest.

The carving is ordinary or even crude, but this toughness is rare.

Chang Ming thought of accepting disciples, and Yun Weisi lived up to his expectations, completed several tests one after another, and finally became Chang Ming's first disciple.

Except for Yun Weisi, Chang Ming did not accept any other disciples in the years when he was in Jade Emperor Temple, until he left Jade Emperor Temple, set up another sect, and even became the number one person in the world. As his eldest disciple, Yun Wei Si also became famous, especially when he killed the Snow Mountain Demon Dragon alone and defeated the Ghost King, Yun Weisi's name finally broke away from his master, and became thunderous, shocking the world.

Later, the master and apprentice turned against each other.

All the old friendships are wiped out and no longer exist.

Yun Weisi publicly declared that he wanted to chase and kill his master, and led dozens of famous monks from the Taoist sect to encircle and suppress Chang Ming alone. the point.

Naturally, although Chang Ming was known as the number one person in the world at that time, his reputation was not much better. Many people even secretly gloated and waited to see him die tragically under the sword of his apprentice, but they dared not speak out in front of him. Well, Chang Ming has always gone his own way, never taking these things seriously.

Even in the past so many years, even if the memory is confused and missing, Chang Ming still remembers Yun Weisi's appearance at the age of fifteen—

It overlaps seamlessly with the young man in front of him who was chased and fled in embarrassment, exactly.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is there another secret?

According to what He Xiyun said, Yun Weisi should still be alive, and he is already the lord of Jiuchongyuan. He is so powerful that no one can match him.

Could it be that this boy is related to Yun Weisi?

Chang Ming frowned.

Before he could ask, three or four people jumped out of the bamboo forest.

The other party was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and judging from his attire, he should be an outer disciple.

Menacing, with no good intentions.

"Drag him away!"

They didn't even look at Chang Ming, obviously they didn't take him seriously.

The young man seemed to be exhausted, they roughly picked up a puddle of mud and dragged it to the depths of the bamboo forest.

The leading disciple sneered as he walked.

"Let you stare at Junior Sister Bixin again, this time I will definitely pick out your eyeballs!"

"No, this fellow sneaks around every day, he should have been driven down the mountain long ago! The steward is kind, let us teach you a lesson!"

A few people left quickly.

Chang Ming didn't stop him.

He was silent for a moment, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and popped it out gently.

The paper slipped away with the wind and slipped into the bamboo forest without a sound.

After a while, screams sounded from the direction of the bamboo forest.

The wailing and the cries for help came one after another, but Chang Ming didn’t hear it, and bent down to cut off the bamboo shoots with a bamboo knife and threw them into the bamboo basket, until the boy ran out of the forest, rushed in front of him, knelt down suddenly, and knocked. After three rings, they immediately got up and fled in a hurry, quickly disappearing into the evening twilight.

Chang Ming didn't take it seriously, those disciples had already been chased by the paper tiger and flew away in the opposite direction, even if they turned back, it was impossible to guess that he let them go.

Slowly harvesting a basket full of bamboo shoots, Chang Ming returned to the outer door kitchen and began to help Chef He prepare dinner.

In fact, Chef He had already done almost the same thing, and there was no need for him to help. Chang Ming returned just in time for the hot four dishes and one soup.

It's really extravagant for two people to eat this dish, but whoever tells him that his immediate boss is Chef He, no one can say anything.

"Come here, try my new dish, fresh bamboo shoots and fish fillets!" Chef He beckoned him to sit down, "Let's have another drink, tsk, we'll be together tonight!"

Chang Ming sat down in response, held up his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and did his best.

"How is it?" Chef He stretched his neck.

"The bamboo shoots are crispy and the fish is tender, and the seasoning is the core of the whole dish. Without the seasoning, these two things alone are not enough." Chang Ming commented.

"I knew you understood me!" Chef He slapped his thigh. "Right, this seasoning is my exclusive secret recipe. I have been thinking about it for a whole month before I figured it out. I can guarantee that if you look elsewhere, you will never find another one that is exactly the same!"

Chang Ming also thought it was good, and picked up chopsticks one after another.

"If there is any fairy chef competition, among other things, you can take the top three."

Chef He laughed: "It's not just the top three, the leader must be me!"

After finishing speaking, he sighed again: "It's a pity, people in the world only know fame and fortune, and martial arts, so why would they pay attention to cooking? From their point of view, this is a dirty job."

Chang Ming ordered the plate with chopsticks: "If you hurt the spring and the autumn again, I will eat it all."

There are only a few dishes in half a bowl of rice, and most of them are swept away by him in an instant.

Only then did Chef He come to his senses, and the two swept away immediately.

Unlike in public, the two get along very casually in private.

Chang Ming is able to work and is willing to listen to chatter, and he can also give feasible suggestions on his new dishes. He is like a bosom friend to Chef He, and he is many times better than those outside disciples who chatter.

"Old He, I heard that the blood sect has a long history with our sect, so this time the sect is very happy, and the master of the blood sect will come in person?"

Chef He shook his head: "Don't mention this outside, it's a taboo."

Chang Ming: "I saw it, but I didn't mention it."

He has been in the Qixian Gate for so many days, and he has kept secrets about meeting the Blood Ancestor from top to bottom.

"Back then, seeing that the Blood Sect was powerful and the Qixian Sect was weak, he had to submit to the vassals, but the Sect Leader felt humiliated by this matter, and no one was allowed to mention it in the sect. Now that Uncle Liu is overjoyed, he must also show blood The suzerain sent the invitation. But the suzerain himself will definitely not come, it should be his cronies."

Speaking of this, Chef He showed a worried expression.

"What I'm worried about is that the Blood Sect will come to make trouble on Master Liu's big day."

Chang Ming raised his eyebrows: "No way, how can he conquer people's hearts like this?"

Chef He smiled bitterly: "Why does he want to buy people's hearts? As long as the Blood Sect's power is still there for a day, and the Qixian Sect does not have a master who is more powerful than Zhou Ke, he will not be able to see the palm of the Blood Sect. However, I have only practiced for more than ten years now, how can I compare with Zhou Ke and other monsters?"

Chang Ming: "Hasn't the Qixian Sect surrendered to the Blood Sect?"

Chef He: "It is said that Zhou Ke is practicing an evil art. Every few months, he needs to **** human blood and energy from time to time, and ordinary people don't like it. Take turns to pay tribute. When it was our turn last time, there happened to be a traitor who killed a senior brother who was offered by the head of the sect. I don’t know who will be there this time... Hey, it’s not our turn to worry about these things. Just do it!"

After rambling on and drinking a few glasses of wine, Chef He was finally satisfied and went to rest.

Chang Ming took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen to clean up.

In the dead of night, there is only the lonely moon.

He absent-mindedly washed the dishes while thinking about his Sifei sword.

With this sword, he might be able to find an opportunity to recover his body and cultivation as soon as possible, but Chang Ming couldn't remember where the sword went, whether it was in Yun Weisi's hands, or whether it was taken by Zhou Ke.

Do you want to go see the Blood Sect to find out?

Zhou Ke had a habit of collecting famous utensils in the past, and if he saw Si Feijian, he would definitely not let it go, maybe it was in his possession.

click.

There was a soft sound from the firewood pile, so subtle that it could be ignored.

Chang Ming's five senses have deteriorated a lot now, but that doesn't mean he can't even hear this sound.

Without turning around, a chopstick was thrown over.

Accurately hit the firewood pile.

There was a clattering sound, and the uninvited guest was forced to get out of the firewood pile.

Chang Ming turned his head and saw that it was the boy he met during the day.

The other party did not run away in a hurry, but stood still.

This reminded Chang Ming of something from the past—

For a long period of time, although Yun Weisi was the leader of the Taoist sect, because of his fierce attacks and merciless attacks, he had always been nicknamed "the cold-faced devil" behind his back, but this did not prevent many young female cultivators from scrambling to be the first Express your admiration to him.

However, at this moment, the person with the face of the young Yun Weisi is still holding half a baked sweet potato in his hand, and there are stains on his face. I don't know how those former admirers will feel when they see this scene?

Chang Ming was amused in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a teasing arc.

The young man stared at him for a moment, as if waiting for him to let him down.

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Well, finally achieved the achievements of the first 3 chapters, and the first 200 comments in this chapter will send red envelopes!

Chang Ming: So I saw you, is that you?

Yun Weisi: Do you think the me you saw was me?