The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 88 Climb Into Your Bed (Leader Gadeng)

Love history!

When these two words were uttered, the eyes of a group of disciples in the room suddenly lit up.

It can only be said that the bigger the person, the more attractive the private gossip is.

Master Zhou never married a wife in his life, but it seems that there are always confidante.

Although Ji Ping'an was a human being for three generations, it was still difficult for him to avoid the sense of shame when his privacy was publicly executed.

"Love history? Who does the national teacher have a good relationship with?" Mu Yaoyao sat on the futon, leaning forward, eager for knowledge.

Xu Xiurong's face darkened, and he said, "Be respectful, that's your ancestor."

Seeing that everyone was sitting upright, the official actress looked slightly relaxed, as if recalling, and said:

"This grievance goes back to the previous master."

Master!

This word is slightly unfamiliar.The mature and prudent middle-aged Si Li explained:

"The Beast Sect is based on the 'Pet Beast', and the foundation of its establishment is a 'Fire Phoenix', which is said to be a descendant of the ancient phoenix and has the ability to be reborn from Nirvana.

"Birth is the state of watching the sky. As you grow older, your strength will increase steadily. The peak period is comparable to that of Shenzang... After getting old, burning yourself to breed new life is the foundation of this sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"The difference between Huofeng and other 'beasts' is that it is not people who choose beasts, but it chooses people... Lucky or unlucky, those chosen by it will be called 'masters' and will automatically be promoted to the sect The seat of power.

"The fire phoenix has no rules, it depends on its preferences. It is said that it can penetrate people's hearts and choose the most suitable master...

"This has little to do with cultivation. In the eyes of Huofeng, the cultivation level of the 'Master' is not important, anyway, it is not as high as it...and once the contract is successful, the master's cultivation will be reduced at an extremely fast speed. Ascend to reach the realm that matches the fire phoenix."

In the room, many young disciples were astonished.

I feel that this approach is very different from that of star officials.

A disciple curiously asked:

"You just said 'unfortunate'? It sounds like, as long as you are selected, you can reach the sky in one step. Why is there still such a word as unlucky?"

good question……

The rest of the people nodded their praises and pricked up their ears.

Then Xu Xiurong took over the conversation, sighed softly, and said:
"The national teacher once said that any gift of fate has a price secretly marked... the same is true for the Master.

"Fire Phoenix prefers young people, so when most masters are selected, their cultivation is not very high.

"After the contract, the cultivation base is forcibly increased, but this is not achieved step by step. Therefore, in terms of lifespan, it will not be like other monks. As the cultivation base increases, the lifespan will also be greatly extended...

"Every generation of masters has a longer lifespan than ordinary people. What's worse, if Huofeng is already in his twilight years, but chooses a young master... At this time, it is very likely that the master's own lifespan is still short. Sufficient, but Huofeng is facing Nirvana.

"And the day of his Nirvana is the time when the Master dies."

hiss……

A young star official couldn't help but took a breath and scratched his head:
"Sounds like a lot of luck."

Xu Xiurong gave an "en" and sighed:

"The master of the previous generation was very unlucky. When she was still a girl, she was chosen by the dying fire phoenix. This not only made her rise to the sky, but also locked her fate. Doomed , will die in his best years."

As she spoke, she suddenly took out a booklet from the inner pocket of her sleeve and showed it to everyone:

"This is the biography compiled in the "Yuan Qing Da Ceremony", which contains the content of the previous master, and a considerable part of it is an autobiography written by her some time before her death."

On the blue book cover, there are three big characters "Yuan Yun Biography" written impressively.

The master of the previous generation, surnamed Xu, first name Yuanyun.

The compilation work of the Yuanqing Grand Ceremony was still going on, and without thinking, Xu Xiurong got the "inside beta version" without saying a word.

Wait... Why did you carry this booklet with you, and what happened to the traces of turning pages... Ji Pingan stared quietly at the female disciple.

Therefore, Xu Xiurong is also a gossiper.He even used the prison and marquis relationship network to get a peek at the privacy of the national teacher in advance.

"I'll read it, I'll read it!"

Mu Yaoyao snatched it away, turned the page and read aloud by candlelight:
[My name is Xu Yuanyun, the eleventh generation Master of the Beast Sect, both of my parents died when I was young, and I was raised by my master in the sect...]

[Six years old, just remembering things, not familiar with the world, reading and playing in the mountain gate day and night, getting close to the animals in the mountain, is the most romantic time. The master once said, I was born to be favored by all beasts, and I was born to be a monk of beasts. At that time I don't understand, it's both a blessing and a curse to me]

[Eight years old, one day, I suddenly heard the wailing of beasts, and there was nothing in the door, and I knew that the master had passed away.Three days later, red flowers bloomed all over the mountain, and a little red bird descended from the sky.So, I became the youngest 'Master' in history, and the world was turned upside down overnight]

[Ten years old, entering the realm of sitting in a well.Gradually adapting to the new identity, the master said, I was too young to assume such a high position, and there were many power admirers around me, so I was not allowed to have contact with others, and I was clothed and fed every day, reading alone, eating alone, and sleeping alone...

【I am very lonely, but the master said that those who achieve great things are bound to be lonely, and the ancient emperors are also widows.But I don't want to be a big deal. 】

[13 years old, entering the world of heaven.The master said, I have become one of the strongest in the world, but I don't understand what it means. I haven't even fought against others, so can I become a strong one?

【I asked Master, can I go out and play with my disciples.The master said that from today onwards, she will teach me to be a master, and the master should not get too close to ordinary people, every word of mine will be interpreted into countless meanings]

[At the age of 15, my realm is still improving, but it has slowed down a lot.I have learned how to be a master and not listen to slander.How to balance the interests of all parties in the school, the master praised me for learning quickly, but I didn't tell her that I was so serious, I just wanted to be "independent" as soon as possible, and no longer a little girl protected by important people.

[Although, if I am more self-willed, no one in the entire sect can stop my will, but the little red bird told me that I can't do that.I can understand its voice, and know that it is very old, just like the master, with gray hair.

[I asked it if it could make Master return to youth, and it answered me that no life in this world can escape the cycle of life and death, and it is the same.That night, I sadly told Master about this matter, but Master only looked at me with an extremely complicated, sad, and guilty look. At that time, I still didn’t understand the meaning of that look]

in the room.

Mu Yaoyao's voice gradually lowered from the initial excitement.

The star officials sitting around were also substituted into the story.

The writing of this autobiography is casual and not elegant.But it was probably written on the eve of death, and there is a faint sadness permeating between the lines.

In front of everyone, there seemed to be a woman writing these handwritings under the lamp. She was in her prime, already in a high position, but her life span was short.

"Where is the national teacher?" someone asked.

Mu Yaoyao had just entered into a mood, and when he interrupted, she couldn't help but glared at the latter, and then continued to read:

[17 years old, after winter, I can clearly feel the aging of the little red bird, it is no longer as energetic as it was many years ago, and most of the time it is drowsy.

[It was also in this deep winter that Master passed away, held my hand when he was dying, wept bitterly, and confessed that she was sorry for me. At this time, I finally learned that when the little red bird died, it was the time of my death.It's just that Master was worried that I would not be able to accept it, so he kept hiding it.I was in a daze for a long time that night, and there was no resentment in my heart.

[At dawn, Master closed his eyes completely. I walked out of the main hall, summoned the elders of all the halls, and announced that I would go out for a trip. They strongly objected, thinking that I didn't understand the dangers of the world. I replied that I only had a few years left. Live, I want to live for myself in the last period of time, look at the mountains and rivers]

【On my birthday, I drove lightly and went out with two deacons who escorted me.At this time, the Great Zhou had been established for a hundred years, and the world was peaceful. I covered up my true cultivation, only pretended to be an ordinary monk, and staggered into that river and lake timidly.

[Meet the young Taoist priest who wears a green shirt, has a pretty smile, walks the rivers and lakes with a wooden sword on his back, persuades neighbors to be kind, and judges cats and dogs in the village for fights]

[He claimed to be practicing and practicing, and he saw that I was quite destined, so he invited me to fight swords together in the rivers and lakes.I readily agree to go boating with him on the lake, watch the moon at night, enjoy the snow in the boat, watch peaches in March, and chrysanthemums in August...

【He knows an infinite number of things, more powerful than the most knowledgeable person I have ever met. In comparison, I am simply pitifully ignorant.He taught me a hundred ways to eat eggs, the traps and potholes in the rivers and lakes, and told many stories that I had never heard of. For a whole year, I traveled to two state capitals with him and ate all over the world. The happiest time of my life.

[Until that year when the ice and snow thawed and the earth returned to spring, the two deacons received letters from 'home' begging me to go back and preside over the overall situation. I was silent for a long time.I thought I could finally live my life recklessly, but I didn't realize that some responsibilities couldn't be let go.That night, I knocked on his door...]

Having said that, Mu Yaoyao's voice stopped, and the manuscript paper in her hand turned to the last page.

"Senior sister, read it quickly, what happens after you knock on the door?" A disciple hurriedly urged.

"Yeah, what happened after knocking on the door?" The female secretary Li's eyes lit up, and she almost wanted to grab the booklet.

Only Huang He, who had read "The Legend of Huayang", smelled a familiar smell...

Seeing Mu Yaoyao crying, with a very sad expression, she spread out the last page for everyone to see.

At the end of the autobiography, there is only one line:

[20 years old, Taoist priest, I hate you]

……

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That year, the spring river was full of moonlit nights.

A series of river lanterns floated in the water of the lake. The national teacher held a pot of flower wine in his left hand and a bag of drunken roast chicken in his right hand. With a wooden sword on his back, he jumped out of the boat.

After passing through the bustling Jiangnan night, I returned to the inn room.

Pushing open the door, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

There is no lamp in the room, but with moonlight coming in, one can barely see someone lying on the bed.

"You..." The national teacher opened his mouth, and Xu Yuanyun on the bed was wrapped in a quilt, turned around, and looked at him with black and bright eyes.

The eyebrows are thin and the eyes are quiet, as if picturesque, and the expression is weak and pitiful.

It is the best age for flowers to bloom.

"Let's be Taoist couple... okay?" Xu Yuanyun said softly.

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ps: This chapter should be short, I haven’t had dinner yet... Also, I wanted to delete the manuscript when I was writing it, I’m not sure if you like this kind of plot...

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