Teacher is too tough

Chapter 28 Senior Brother
The Daren Dynasty had a vast territory, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles from east to west, and millions of miles from north to south. It had 36 prefectures, 470 counties, and a huge population.

Shengren, the capital of the Daren Dynasty, is also the most powerful city in the entire dynasty, with a population of more than 400 million. The city is a pearl, full of prosperity.

In the east of Shengren City, far away from the downtown area, there is a street where two horse-drawn carriages can pass side by side. mesa.

There is an alley on Ping'an Street called Mingluo Lane. Because it is too far from the city center, there are no high-ranking officials and dignitaries living here, only ordinary people.

In an unremarkable two-entry house with blue bricks and gray tiles in the alley, there is a short table under the thick elm tree in front of the house, with a lamp like beans on the table, and a white-robed scholar is sitting under the tree and reading.

He looked to be in his thirties, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, his appearance was not very handsome, but it made people feel handsome and full of righteousness.

Even though there was only a low stool under his buttocks, he sat very upright, with his back straight, without any slack.

The sage read the scriptures so engrossed that he didn't notice that there was already one more person in the courtyard.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and I still look lifeless. What's wrong with learning, I have to learn from those old-fashioned pedants!"

When he first heard the voice, the white-robed scholar tensed up for a moment, but after hearing a few more words, he immediately relaxed again, with a joyful expression on his face, but he restrained himself after only showing it for a moment, as if he was afraid of being too happy , out of manner.

He stood up, took three steps forward, arranged his clothes solemnly, then knelt down to the shriveled old man in front of him, bowed three times, each time touching his forehead to the ground, the movements were almost the same, and finally straightened his waist and abdomen, Respectfully said: "Disciple pays homage to Master, you old man will be safe and sound."

The shriveled old man Liu Beidou showed a rare expression of helplessness on his face, grinning his teeth and sighing, "I know you won't change after many years. Every step you walk takes half a meter, no more, no less, and you will always be seventy percent full when you eat, so you don't want to eat more." Take a sip, and drink until you are slightly tipsy, and you have never been drunk once, you are so fucking rigid and boring, you went to grandma's house, I gave you such a nice name like Liu Fengliu."

A scholar in white robes, his surname is Liu and his name is Merry.

Who would have thought that Liu Fengliu, the number one master in the world, who was never found by the imperial court, lived in the capital city with the most guards and the strictest security.

Who would have thought that Liu Fengliu, the number one master in the world who is as romantic and romantic as a banished fairy in the storyteller's mouth, is actually such a dull scholar.

Master didn't let him get up, so Liu Fengliu, who was wearing a white robe, would not get up. He still knelt on the ground with neither sadness nor joy on his face. No one could see how happy and warm he was at the moment.

It has been ten years since he and the master who has been the only relative in the world since he was five years old and who raised him single-handedly.

The old man said angrily: "Get up, what are you doing sticking around like a log?"

Once again, I got up and went to the house to make tea for the master.

The shriveled old man walked around inside and outside the house, muttering, "Sure enough, it's been the same for ten years, nothing has changed."

He sat down next to the short table, took a sip of the tea offered by his apprentice, looked at the apprentice who had not seen him for many years, and said: "The progress of cultivation is not bad, I am not ashamed of myself."

Liu Fengliu sat down opposite the short couple, controlling all the emotions in his heart about reunion after a long absence, and asked: "Where have you been all these years, and have you been going well?"

The old man smacked his mouth, and first praised: "Good tea!" Then he said: "I won't talk about where I went, my life was so-so, but it was still fun."

Liu Fengliu nodded, relieved a little, but still worried: "You look thinner than before, you must take care of your body."

But never expected, the shriveled old man shook his head: "I can't take care of myself, I'm about to die."

Hearing such words suddenly, Liu Fengliu was taken aback for a moment, carefully observing the expression of Master, it seemed that he did not seem to be joking, and finally there was a wave on that ancient well-free face, and he became extremely anxious and anxious for a while, for the first time he forgot Considering his manners, he stood up abruptly and said, "Why?" Because he lost his composure, he even knocked over the tea on the low table.

The shriveled old man glared at him: "What are you panicking about?" He raised his hand to signal him to sit down, and said, "Your life is about to expire, so of course you will die. This time I came here to tell you about it."

Liu Fengliu, who looked like a scholar, was stunned, and after a while, uncontrollable sadness appeared on his face, and his eyes began to flush faintly.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are one of the few things in this world that make him feel powerless.

However, what the master said next brought a look of light to his eyes.

The shriveled old man wiped the overturned tea and said, "Death is death, maybe there is still a chance of being alive."

Liu Fengliu hurriedly sat down, held his breath and asked, "What is the explanation for this, what can disciples do?"

Liu Beidou rarely showed a solemn expression, staring at him and said: "Although I failed to cross the threshold in the end, I have vaguely seen the scenery behind the door. If you can break through the fairyland in the future, maybe you can let me Live again."

Liu Fengliu was stunned, and after a while, a very complicated expression appeared on his face, first embarrassed, then discouraged, then guilty, and finally determined after hesitation.

The solemnity on the shriveled old man's face disappeared in an instant, and he said with a smile: "Okay, don't worry, I'm just kidding, your fundamental aptitude is nothing to say, it's just that you have a bad temper, and there are too many rules in your heart, and you will die in this life Be better than me. If you want to cross that threshold, it is difficult. Don’t try to change it deliberately. The nature of the country is easy to change. Even if there is some change, it will not be thorough. It’s better to let nature take its course. It might be counterproductive.”

Liu Fengliu remained silent, thinking that his master had seen him through. He had already learned the path of martial arts since he practiced so far, and the higher he went, the more difficult it was. The reason why he was in a complicated mood just now was because he had self-knowledge. The so-called fairyland.

The anxiety reappeared, and he asked, "What should I do then?"

Liu Beidou drank the tea in his cup, and said: "I have taken in another apprentice these years, and I used the method of reshaping the bones that I thought about before, and I didn't expect it to work. The effect is surprisingly good. If there is no accident , that kid has a [-]% chance of cultivating into the Immortal Realm."

The white-robed scholar's eyes glowed: "Where is he, the disciple will guard him and never let him have any accidents."

Liu Beidou stared and said: "Nonsense! You can solve all the problems, and he is still practicing!"

Liu Fengliu settled down: "You have to tell me his name, after all, I am his senior brother."

Liu Beidou hesitated for a while, then finally shook his head, and said, "Forget it, when he succeeds in martial arts, you brothers and sisters will recognize each other. I'm really worried about your temper, so I'll escort him later." Comfortable, I will never wake up again."

Liu Fengliu didn't ask any more questions. He knew his master's temper. Since he had already decided not to say anything, he didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "When are you leaving?"

The "go" he asked was naturally not leaving here.

Liu Beidou said: "Let's go tonight." After a pause, he said: "Actually, I can live for a few more years, but it's meaningless. Why don't you save your energy and plant a seed for that kid, so the chances of winning are better."

Known as the number one master in the world, Liu Fengliu can certainly understand Master's thoughts, but there is still uncontrollable sadness in his heart.

He tried his best to control his voice, and finally did not tremble: "Can the disciple send you on the last journey?"

Liu Beidou got up and walked to him, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Things that are stupid are useless. If I can come back to life and ask you to drink, you must be drunk for a while."

The white-robed scholar nodded vigorously.

The shriveled old man finally patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Let's go."

The figure disappeared from the small courtyard in an instant, without any delay.

This farewell, there is a possibility that we will never see each other again.

The white-robed scholar finally couldn't control his emotions and trembled all over.

He staggered up from the stool, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, weeping uncontrollably.

In the winter of that year, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow.

A shriveled old man, carrying a frozen child picked up from a pile of dead people on his back, was walking on a snowy mountain path.

The shriveled old man whispered: "Don't be afraid, little baby, I will raise you up in the future."

The child was lying on the old man's thin and bony back. Although he was a little nervous, he felt as warm as spring.

Later, in this small courtyard, the old man who had obviously never raised a child was clumsy, but tried his best to be a father and mother.

After an unknown amount of time, the white-robed scholar stopped kowtowing, and his crying gradually stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly got up and left the small courtyard.

If the master is gone, the younger brother is the only relative in the world, so no matter what, we must find him.

Even if you don't recognize him, you still have to look at him from afar.

Because only in this way can you feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)