[Wen Qing] Mountain guest

Chapter 15 Streamer

——This is the sound of time passing by.

The weather in Taihua Mountain this year is a bit weird.

It is clearly the twelfth lunar month of winter, but there has never been a single snowfall. Instead, it is warm and melting, like a spring breeze thawing.

Under the eaves, the sound of melting snow can already be heard.

Qinghe is practicing sword art under the guidance of his master.

He is young and weak, and he is quite talented in the three ways of swordsmanship, enchantment, and magic.Last year, he was spotted by the master who was wandering down the mountain, and he was brought into the gate of Taihua Mountain. Now he has a little success in swordsmanship.Using a sword can already teach the viewer to have a penetrating meaning.

The person watching the sword is his master.

His master is an odd man.

It is said that the master's qualifications in Taihua Mountain are very old, so old that the head of the master would respectfully call him senior.The master said, what is the head of the sect, the master of the head of the sect, even for three or five generations, when they see Lao Tzu, they have to be polite and call them seniors!

Qinghe thought, Master is good at everything, but he doesn't seem to be a master of Taoism if he keeps talking with Lao Tzu in three sentences.

His master's name is Wen Liu.

Wen Liu treated him very well.But Qinghe always felt that when Master looked at him, he was actually looking at another person through himself.

That person has the same Dao name as him.But his own dao name was also taken by his master, probably on purpose.

Qinghe went to look up the classics of Taihua Mountain, and knew that Qinghe was the elder Juewei from long ago, with a great reputation.And one of the legendary deeds of that Elder Juewei was that he took in a blood contract spirit beast named Wenliu.

Wen Liu had never taught him the art of controlling the demon's blood contract.

When Qing He asked about it, Wen Liu lost his temper with him for the first time: "Get out! You'll never touch this thing with a finger in your life!"

Then he punished Qinghe to write the "Tao Te Ching" silently, and wrote it ten times.

Qing He was puzzled, and quietly inquired about the mystery of this technique.An elder in Taihua Mountain told him that since the blood contract was completed, the spirit beast should live and die with the contract owner.But the former Juewei Elder Qinghe has passed away for a long time, and his spirit beast Wenliu is still alive, presumably... that senior must have known the number of days was approaching, so he spontaneously broke the blood contract.

Chenghuang is an ancient monster, whose lifespan is much longer than ordinary people.It's admirable that the senior worked so hard.

After listening to Qinghe, if you feel something.

Thinking about these things, he couldn't help but wander off.

Wen Liu, who was watching the sword, saw that he was absent-minded, and raised his brows: "Concentrate!"

Qinghe was startled, and subconsciously drew his sword: "Xuan Ning, Liu Guang!"

Xuan Ningjian followed by Liuguang Slash is a well-practiced routine.However, under the confusion of mind, he didn't pay attention when he drew the sword, and a icy edge actually cut his finger.

The blood soaked out, bright red and dazzling.

Qinghe hurriedly tried to press the wound, but Wen Liu strode forward and squeezed his injured hand.

Qinghe watched in a daze as Master put his bleeding finger into his mouth, and licked away the blood beads gently and slowly.This is a very normal way to stop bleeding, but Wen Liu's practice made Qinghe feel uncomfortable for no reason, looking up and seeing him with a strange expression, as if he was recalling, but also reminiscing.

Blood... What is there to remember?

Wen Liu's eyes are very deep, and his blue pupils are like deep pools and ancient wells.Qinghe met his gaze, and swallowed the question involuntarily.

"Mount Taihua has melted snow." Wen Liu said suddenly.

Qinghe nodded, not knowing why he brought this up: "Yes."

"In the past, you thought Mount Taihua was too cold in winter, so you dragged me to the south." Wen Liu said in a rambling manner, "Now that the snow has thawed...it's a good sign."

good sign for what?Qinghe asked with his eyes.

Wen Liu pretended not to see it, and suddenly lifted his robe, and turned into a huge monster with six eyes on his forehead and nine forked tails in front of him.

"Come on your back." Wen Liu said in a deep voice.

Qinghe hesitated.Wen Liu flicked his tail impatiently: "Why are you afraid of me?"

"Not afraid." Qinghe laughed and climbed onto his back, "It's just that... I feel majestic."

Wen Liu was obviously very satisfied with his answer: "That's right, I am of course majestic."

Not only majestic, but also familiar.Qinghe sat on Chenghuang's back, saw him jumping into the clouds, and the wind filled his ears, he couldn't help but wonder if the old Juewei elder had also sat on Wenliu's back and looked at the scenery of the world.

The place where Wenliu settled down is Wushan.

Outside the Wushan Temple, there is a huge stone sealed with the mirror of the third life, from which one can glimpse the events of the previous life.

Qinghe turned back in a daze, and looked at Wen Liu, who was standing still. The latter moved his paw slightly to hide his uneasiness: "If you want to go up to see it, go, if you don't want to see it, just say it! I brought you here..."

He stopped talking suddenly, and after a long time he whispered: "I brought you here because I was unwilling."

Qing He closed her eyes slightly, remained silent for a moment, and slowly walked towards the boulder surrounded by runes.

In the mirror of the third generation, the past events emerge vividly.He looked intently, and it seemed that in the very distant sky, there was a person with the same face as him, relying on the wind to control the wind, he made a magic trick with his fingers, and put his blood-dripping finger on the forehead of a huge monster.

"The cloud seal is too empty, at the beginning of the catastrophe. At first sight, then near, sometimes sinking or floating. It is obvious that there is something, but there is nothing in the dark. Drops of blood blend together, and life and death follow—"

He heard the man recite the mantra aloud, the voice was clear and clear, like the sound of gold and iron.

"——Qicheng."

END.