Chapter 699 Guangling Sect

Got it?

   How did you know?

   Even at this moment, the whole body and mind are still immersed in the indescribable light joy and carefreeness, and Shen Xin is still instinctively suspicious.

   But only a little bit puzzled.

   This person, in her heart, was like a god.

   When Shen Xin returned to the yard, under the faint starlight, in the yard, under the shade of vines, a candle was burning quietly.

  This very old and very old yard has no water and electricity.

  Well, there is still water, but you need to pump it yourself. It's an old-fashioned manual pumping well. The pumped water is placed in a large tank beside the well. This is the water that Shen Xin uses for her daily washing.

  Electricity, there really is no more.

   This candle was bought by Shen Xin. She went to several general supermarkets and finally bought this thing at one of them.

   Living in this yard, Shen Xin seems to have gone from the 21st century to the 20th century, no, the 19th century!

   And at this moment, from the outside, stepping into this yard, watching the candles burning quietly and occasionally beating slightly in the yard, Shen Xin felt that she had stepped into another world.

   A world called "home".

   A special home.

   This place, which was temporary and hasty in every way, became the most peaceful place in her heart for her.

   Give her stability, give her peace of mind.

   It seems that no matter how turbulent or stormy it is outside, here, it is always so gentle and warm.

   is like the quietly burning candle in the yard.

  The man was in the dim light.

  Candlelight reflected his figure, and he was looking up at the sky slightly.

   "Brother Xu, I'm back!" There was a kind of relaxation in Shen Xin's words that she didn't even know about.

"it is good!"

   If it was usual, Shen Xin would probably pick fruits and vegetables and cook dinner or something.

   But since she came back late today, her stomach didn't feel hungry at all. Besides, about a certain question, her curiosity was like a cat's claws scratching her heart.

  If you don't ask, she really won't be able to sleep tonight!

   Although curiosity is such a thing, it seemed that it had nothing to do with her before.

   But that was before!

   "Brother Xu, I'm... I'm a cultivator?" Shen Xin asked after walking a few steps in front of the man.

   Said to be Deng Deng Deng, but in fact her steps were very light, but when she walked, she still carried the aftertaste of previous running, as if she could move like a rabbit at any time and gallop.

   Or, this is not the aftermath of running, but her body, instinctively wanting her to do something.

   "Cultivating Immortals..."

   "Hehe, Xiao Shen, what do you think is a fairy?"

   Shen Xin couldn't answer this question.

   She did a good search on the Internet some time ago, but all the answers on the Internet seemed to deviate far from the one in front of her, and were unlikely to match.

   Looking at the girl in front of him, Xu Guangling smiled slightly:

   "Okay, you can be a cultivator."

   "You are cultivating immortals!"

   "So, Xiao Shen, do you want to learn?"

  Want to learn?

   Does this question need to be asked? Shen Xin opened her eyes wide and looked at the person in front of her, as if she was using her eyes to "question" whether you were stupid, but she just glanced at it, and then she nodded again and again like a chicken pecking at rice.

   And next, she heard this sentence:

   "So, Shen Xin, are you willing to be my disciple?"

   disciple?

   Shen Xin was stunned.

   There was an inexplicable loss in her heart, but the loss didn't seem to be very big. The next moment, there was only joy in her heart.

   Disciple... Disciple is fine.

whatever.

   As long as it's not as close as it is now, it's actually very far away.

   Now, what is her relationship with him?

   It doesn't matter!

  If a person has been in the shadows, he will not particularly yearn for the sun. Even seeing the sun, he will quietly stop, and then silently return to his own shadow.

  Look at the sunshine of others.

   See other people happy and laugh.

  I was just silent.

   not envious.

   does not complain.

Maybe, there are those who have envied them, both day and night, and maybe they have complained about them both when awake and in dreams, but in the end, they found it useless, and in the end, they found it useless. Neither envy nor complain.

   Know what is yours.

   This is Shen Xin's story from the time of the record to...to the end.

  Change, less than a month.

   But she could no longer imagine going back to the day a month ago.

   Those days are not really hard.

real.

   is not bitter at all.

   She is much happier than many people in this world!

   Shen Xin understands.

   She is not disabled, has hands and feet, is neither deaf, blind nor dumb.

   She doesn't have any miserable life experiences that make people cry and make people unbearable.

   She can even live a life with a little bit of magic power without having to go to work every day from 9 to 5. This alone makes her stronger than many others.

   So, what's the pain?

   It’s not really hard.

   If she was suffering, she was afraid that she would be struck by lightning.

  So, in fact, she didn't have too many negative emotions in her heart.

but……

   But not the positive ones either.

   Living in this world, she is like a heartless person who knows neither cold nor warmth, neither bitter nor sweet.

  To live is to just live.

   One day counts as one day.

  …

   This is her past.

   Less than a month ago.

   And now, no matter what, she doesn't want to go back to the old days.

   Covetous of the warmth and sunshine that she is enjoying now, she is afraid that she will die if she returns to the shadow of the past.

   The kind of gloom that lasted for more than 20 years.

   After more than 20 days of changes, she could no longer adapt.

   I can't get used to it at all!

   is really suffocating! will die!

   Some time ago, I searched the Internet, I checked a lot of knowledge about immortals, and also checked what to ask for Taoism and immortality. Shen Xin knew about the "worship ceremony", and she even knew what to do three times and nine times.

   At this moment, there was chaos in her mind, but it did not affect the clarity of her thinking.

   Disciple...

   Facing the person in front of her, Shen Xin wanted to bow down, as if... it was like a certain ancient ritual that worshipped like this...

   But the figure was about to move, and a gentle force stopped her.

   "Okay, Xiaoxin, from now on, you are my disciple."

"My teacher's surname is Xu, and my name is Guangling. From today on, our school will be called Guangling Sect. Master, Zongshi, Zongdi, and Zongtian. Xiaoxin, you are my first disciple and Guangling Sect. 's big sister."

   "From today onwards, you must improve every day, practice hard, and don't lose the reputation of my Guangling Sect."

   came out every day.

   And what is the reputation of the so-called "Guangling Sect" that did not exist a moment ago?

   If you compare these words in detail, they are really ridiculous.

   But Shen Xin had no intention of laughing, she nodded heavily, "Yes, Master!"

   "Haha, you don't need to be respectful, just call me teacher on weekdays."

"is teacher."

   Shen Xin said and smiled.

   A smile like the beginning of a flower and a rising sun appeared on her face.

   Then gradually, this smile coincided with the first of the eight statuettes, and after they overlapped, they went in a different direction.

   smiled lightly.

   is both naive and shy.

   There is also a very fresh indifference, just like those vines in this yard that are both vibrant and not noisy.

  Xu Guangling stretched out his hand and touched her head, messing up her hair that was not neat.

   Then, he patted her shoulder lightly.

   Shen Xin took advantage of the situation to get closer, narrowed her eyes, and looked at the candlelight not far away.

   Jun asked that the return date is not yet due, and the night rain in Bashan rose to the autumn pond. Why should we cut candles in the west window together, but talk about Bashan when it rains at night.

  Inexplicably, she remembered this poem by Li Shangyin.

  To cut candles in the west window...what kind of feeling is that?

   But for now, that’s fine.

very good.

   It couldn't be better.

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   (end of this chapter)