Chapter 106 The Old Man Lives in a Wooden House
"This can't be done, can't be done!" Ming Zong shook his head again and again, "The disciples can't do it without a master. I can't teach the people in the deserted city as well. No way."
The suzerain Mingkong Aoqing explained: "It's not that you really want to throw away the apprentice. It's up to you to teach Zheng Qiu, but you have to cooperate with the city lord of the Great Wilderness and Lonely City, so that Zheng Qiu won't be aware of it.
Qian Yunzong's practice environment is too comfortable, and it will only have a negative effect on the improvement of the realm. If you want to have a better chance of winning in the bet eight years later, this is the only way to do it. "
After listening to the suzerain's words, Elder Ming Zong pondered for a long time and replied: "If it's just a change of environment, it's okay. It's just that Zheng Qiu's family still lives in my Fangcao Peak, and the disciples who came to the banquet this time also know Zheng Qiu. I'm afraid it's not a good play."
"I will make arrangements for the other disciples and elders. You can decide for Zheng Qiu's family."
Mingkong Aoqing stood up from the chair, looked at the round window on the ceiling, his eyes penetrated the thin floating clouds in the sky far away, and pointed directly at the stars above the nine heavens.
He muttered to himself, and seemed to be speaking to Elder Ming Zong: "I have a hunch that this time the galaxy reversal is different from the past, and there will be major events. Now that two veins have lost one vein, this matter has gradually left my sect. Take control, and be very careful next time..."
Elder Ming Zong stood up and clasped his fists together: "Sovereign, you don't need to say more, I will do what you want, and let Zheng Qiu improve his cultivation as soon as possible."
Two days later, the Fortune Skyboat arrived at Qianyunzong and landed on the Tianzhou Square of Qianyunzong.
The suzerain, the elders, and a dozen or so disciples stepped out of the sky boat one after another, left the square with smiles on their faces, and headed for their respective peaks. It seems that in Unfeeling Suixin Zhuang, no unpleasant things have ever happened.
About ten days later, all the elders who taught the disciples released a message at the same time. It is said that an assessment will be held every spring to check the results of the disciples' cultivation in the previous year.
If you don't make any progress for three consecutive years, you will lose the qualification to continue studying under the name of the elder, and you will be sent to do hard work in places like Zhenbaolou and Shutang.
As for Zheng Qiu, Master Ming Zong carried him back to Fangcao Building, lit some hypnotic incense to make him fall asleep, and then wrapped his arms and ankles with wound medicine to rest.
After that, Master Mingzong came to Fangcao Xiaoge to find Zheng Qiu's grandfather Zheng Zhisong and sister Yunyou.
Seeing Zheng Qiu's master came suddenly, grandfather Zheng Zhisong ran out hurriedly, took a rag to wipe the table and chairs: "Elder, sit, sit, I'm going to serve tea!"
Elder Ming Zong waved his hand and refused: "No need, what about Zheng Qiu's sister, call her out too."
Zheng Zhisong didn't know what Elder Ming Zong's intention was, but he ran into the kitchen quickly and pushed Yunyou's wheelchair to the living room.
Yunyou hurriedly patted off the scattered leaves on her clothes, and asked curiously, "Elder, what's the matter with coming here suddenly? Where's Zheng Qiu? Is he still practicing?"
Elder Ming Zong first looked at Zheng Zhisong, then at Yunyou, and said, "I'll just say the next thing, listen carefully."
Seeing the worried expressions of the two, Elder Ming Zong paused and continued: "Don't worry, Zheng Qiu is fine. In the next eight years, I will take Zheng Qiu to leave the sect and go to a sect far away.
At the same time, I will let him temporarily forget all the things he has experienced before, and within eight years, he may return to Qianyunzong. At that time, the two of you must not recognize him, you must pretend to be strangers. "
Zheng Zhisong turned pale with shock, and hastily knelt on the ground: "Elder, you can't let Zheng Qiu forget me, I'm just his grandson, I..."
Ming Zong raised his palm slightly, and Zheng Zhisong was lifted up by a wave of air, and explained: "These secret techniques are just to seal the memory. After eight years, Zheng Qiu will remember everything he should remember."
Yunyou next to her listened carefully, and after thinking about it for a while, doubts inevitably arose in her heart. She asked: "If the elder has such a secret method, wouldn't it be easy for us to forget Zheng Qiu directly? Why do we need to explain it in detail?"
Elder Ming Zong looked at Yunyou, and couldn't help showing praise in his eyes: "Smart! What Zheng Qiu forgot,
Naturally, it is included in the part of Qian Yunzong's apprenticeship.
Therefore, within eight years, I need someone to represent Qian Yunzong, to show Zheng Qiu goodwill, and not let him stand on the opposite side of the sect. In the entire sect, I am most at ease in entrusting this matter to the two of you. "
Yun You was secretly surprised, this is really a big show, a big play that lasted eight years, and she and Zheng Zhisong played the role of Qian Yunzong in this play.
She collected her mind and asked: "Elder, but Grandpa Zheng Qiu and I don't have half the cultivation base, how can we help Zheng Qiu on behalf of the sect?"
Elder Ming Zong got up and walked out of the small pavilion, motioning for the two to follow: "Follow me and meet someone."
Zheng Zhisong roughly understood Elder Ming Zong's words just now, he quickly grabbed the back of the wheelchair and pushed Yun You to follow.
It was approaching the end of autumn at this time, and the avenue of Qianyunzong was full of fallen leaves, and the mountain wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves were flying all over the sky, which inevitably felt a sense of bleakness.
Walking across the avenue and taking the dry ladder, there are many people on the road at first, but as you walk, the pedestrians gradually become rare, and finally only the flying yellow leaves are left.
Elder Ming Zong turned on a small path, stopped at a mountain wall, and then took a dry ladder down into the valley, into a dense forest.
After walking for about half an hour, the woods suddenly parted, revealing a five-foot-square open space, on which stood a low wooden house, which looked quite old.
Yunyou and Zheng Zhisong followed out of the woods, looking at the open space curiously, not knowing who Ming Zong would take them to find in this mysterious woods.
The three of them were silent and waited for a long time in the open space. Creaking, the door of the wooden house was pulled open, and an old man in coarse gray clothes slowly walked out of it.
Zheng Zhisong and Ming Zong are already old men, but compared to this old man, they are very young.
The old man's face was as dry as bones, his eyes were narrowed until there were only two gray spots left, and his hair and beard had long since fallen out, not a single one left.
His back was hunchbacked high, as if his whole body was bent over, because of the severe hunchback, his stature was very short, only reaching Ming Zong's waist, about the height of a ten-year-old child.
His skin was gray and cracked, looking exactly like a dead skeleton dug out of the soil.
Elder Ming Zong introduced to the two of them: "This is Elder Yuan Chi, he is the master of the former suzerain of Qianyun Sect, and his cultivation is famous."
Hearing this, Yun You and Zheng Zhisong hurriedly saluted.
Elder Yuan Chi shook his head slowly, and said: "It doesn't matter how high your cultivation base is, after all, it can't stand the passage of time, and life and death go back and forth. Now I have lost all energy, and I am just an ordinary old man who is dying."
His voice was soft and hoarse, and he spoke intermittently, as if he would die at any moment. Yun You and Zheng Zhisong could only distinguish what Elder Yuan Chi said by listening carefully.