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Chapter 21. Mind.

"Calm down!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the disciples who had been seated for a long time, who were eager to move, all sat down obediently, restrained their expressions, shook their heads and recited the extremely boring exercise in front of them.

All of a sudden, the sound of chant and random recitation resounded in all directions, dragging a long tone, which was very disturbing.

"I'll come to check in half an hour." Shu Xunmo secretly twitched his mouth, but the eyes of others were still serious.

Shu Xunmo sat at the front, straightened his back, looked ahead, and looked like a serious gentleman.

Immediately there was a soft wail from below.

He didn't care about it, pretending he didn't see it, he lowered his head, stuck to his pen, and was doing what he had to do every day, copying the rules.

On the left is a thick stack of discipline, and on the right is rice paper.

It is always smooth and flowing, the small seal script is correct, and the distance between the strokes is moderate. It seems that the meaning of the strokes is really penetrated, and it is comfortable to look at.

Forget it, it's almost late at night, rubbing some sore arms, some juniors in front of me have already fallen asleep, propped their chins with their hands, propped their eyelids, tried to widen their eyes, and struggled not to get down , just waiting for him to let them go back to the disciples' residence.

After copying a few more pages, I asked them to come up and draw their backs one by one.

The person who recited it was naturally full of smiles, and went back to the room to rest after trotting, while those who hesitated for a long time did not say a word, sweating profusely, and he couldn't bear to keep them here so late. Everyone has a piece of paper, copy the discipline once and it's over.

He just sat, watched them write the last stroke, nodded and got up to leave.

Close the door, and walk briskly. After all, the exhaustion of the day is released at this time, and the calm pace that should be on weekdays is missing.

In the dark night, there is only the faint sound of cicadas in my ears, lightly stepping on the dead branches on the ground, as if I am the only one left in the world.

I was still thinking about the skills and swordsmanship I reviewed today, and I was still a little awkward about the new swordsmanship.

After thinking about it, I unknowingly came to a place.

Pausing his steps, his eyes suddenly changed, and he saw a place in the distance.

There is still a glimmer of light in the dark night, a high platform made of jade, surrounded by a low fence made of sandalwood, is lying quietly in the very center of the Taoist temple.

Choose Sendai.

It's not far from the disciple's residence, probably because he was sleepy and confused, but he came here so stupidly.

Yunqing Taoist Temple recruits disciples every two years, and every time the youngsters who go up the mountain have to compete and test their spirits on the Zexian Platform.

He sighed like a long sigh, as if it was yesterday when he became a teacher, and his memory was very clear.

But think about it, it has been almost five or six years, and now he is only fifteen.

Five years ago, there was a big test platform surrounded by fairy mist, like a fairyland, the tall, majestic, majestic Cangwu Mountain, made the little Shu Xunmo feel awed and excited.

Looking at the tall man in front of him, holding a fly whisk, sword eyebrows and star eyes, white clothes like snow, with fluttering sleeves, his figure is as firm as a bamboo.

"You, I took it."

"Thank...Master..."

"The surname is Shu, so I'll ask you to inquire about Mo."

"Thank you, Master!"

"This sword is called Duansheng, keep it away."

"Yes!"

Then, with a face full of joy, he offered both hands, carefully holding the sword handed by the man.

This was also the first time he met Duansheng.

From then on, a senior brother appeared in the Taoist temple for the first time, and his age was far younger than some disciples. At only ten years old, he became a disciple of the master of the temple. How can people not envy him.

Shu Xunmo secretly swore that he would become as good as a master in the future!Because the master is as far away as a fairy, and his magic power is boundless. Since childhood, he is the person he respects the most.

Wu Yu was also a disciple who came into the sect at that time, one year older than him.

......

"Little Mo! Why are you still here, the lights are about to be turned off!" A loud shout interrupted his thoughts.

Wu Yu, who was carrying something that he didn't know, saw Shu Xunmo standing aside from a distance, and shouted hastily.

The young man was out of breath, and trotted back with a pack of firewood on his shoulder.

"This is......"

"Punishment." Wu Yu shrugged, showed him a large pile of firewood on his shoulders, and urged him indifferently, "Let's go, let's go, if you don't go, you won't be able to get in."

"Um......"

The two hurried back to the disciple's residence, neither of them wanted to be locked out of the door beyond the time limit, lying on the ground and staying up all night.

"Xiaomo... that... I want to ask you something..." Wu Yu, who was smiling all day long, suddenly became quiet and said in a deep voice.

Sensing that he was unusual, Shu Xunmo nodded and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You... I'm just asking... Do you want to go to this fairy gate ceremony?" Wu Yu tentatively asked.

"Think." Shu Xunmo didn't even think about it, and answered with a nod, very firmly.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Wu Yu's eyes suddenly darkened, feeling a little frustrated, "I want to go too..."

"Why do you ask that?" Shu Xunmo asked strangely.

"What else can there be? Master values ​​you more." Wu Yu simply broke the jar and said everything in his heart, "It seems that I have no chance!"

"Why do you think so?" Now Cheng Shu asked Mo to be surprised, "Master has no intention of favoritism."

"Okay, okay, if you don't think there is one, then there isn't one!" Wu Yu suddenly turned up the volume, "I must have read it wrong!"

Shu Xunmo frowned, as if he didn't understand why Wu Yu's mood suddenly changed, but he still refrained from asking.

"This statement is true."

Wu Yu was awakened by his steady and calm tone, only to realize that something was wrong with him, and his tone softened, "I know..."

"Do you think I'm better than you?" Shu Xunmo, who finally understood Wu Yu's words, said suddenly.

"You just understand..." Wu Yu laughed and said, "Isn't it right?"

"But I don't mean anything, at most I'm talking, don't worry about it." Then Wu Yu scratched his furry hair and said casually.

"En." Shu Xunmo expressed his understanding, but didn't go into what he meant at all.

The two finally reached the door of the disciple's residence, but unfortunately, what awaited them was a tightly closed door.

The breeze picked up one or two fallen leaves, and they were blown up into the sky, leaving the two of them stunned, confused by the wind.

Wu Yu:  …

Shu Xunmo:......

Wu Yu: How about we chat for a while?

Shu Xunmo: ...hehe...

The author has something to say: Brothers who are upstairs in the third grade of junior high school, come on! ! !

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