The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 9 The End of the Story is a Tragedy
For people in this world, if the monks who have been around for nearly a thousand years are arranged on the list, the real person Liyang and the head teacher Huayang are two names that cannot be avoided.

Not only because the two are strong enough, but also because in countless versions of legends in the market, the two seem to have an unknown love history.

According to the most widely circulated version, about six to seven hundred years ago, there was a brief period of brilliance in the practice world, with frequent emergence of natural materials and earthly treasures, and the rise of countless powerful people. This is known as the millennium golden age in history.

It coincides with the turbulent times of the demon clan and the entry of various sects. The hero and heroine of the story get acquainted during an experience, and together with the young painter, the three travel the world hand in hand.

Forge a deep friendship.

Even after they separated and traveled separately, it is said that the two protagonists did not break contact, but passed on the book through "swan geese".

Therefore, when he heard that this kind of gossip was disclosed for the first time in "Huayang Biography", Huang He immediately lowered his head to look it up, scanned it briefly, and confirmed that the timeline started after the two parties separated.

And the words in the letter were not written in literary style, but rather colloquial, which matched the rumored character of the first female head teacher.

first letter.

"Fellow Liyang Daoist:
"When I wrote this letter, I had already arrived at the border of Qingzhou.

"According to my calculations, it has been half a year since we parted. During this period of time, I often think of the time when we walked together, but the road is solitary, and the years of practitioners are long, or as you said, loneliness is the norm.

"I have tasted the Qingzhou pasta you told me about, and it is delicious with the spices you gave me, but here the East Sea monster race is raging and the people are suffering, but I have lost my appetite.

"I killed a sea monster and dug out a colorful pearl the size of a fist. I wanted to show you something special, but Hongyan's luck was limited, so I ground it into powder and drank it...

"By the way, say hello to the painter for me."

Second letter.

"Fellow Liyang Daoist:
"I have received your reply letter, and I am very happy to learn that your cultivation base has improved. I have been thinking about the cultivation issue you mentioned for a long time, and I have some thoughts, which are transcribed as follows...

"By the way, the pearl mentioned last time still has a follow-up. There is a folk prescription along the coast of Qingzhou, which says that grinding pearl powder can make the skin fair and delicate, so the price is high. I think it's a waste. It should be replaced with silver to help the people. yes……

"It's just a mistake. It's really a lot whiter when I look in the mirror in the morning...it looks better than the portrait you gave me...Of course, I don't care about the appearance, I just state the facts."

Third letter.

"Fellow Liyang Daoist:
"According to counting, you and I have been away for a long time, and I miss you a lot.

"Thanks to your guidance on the last practice, I benefited a lot. You said that Zhang Sengyao was not mentioned in my last letter, and he was very dissatisfied. I thought about it carefully, and indeed I forgot. Please convey my apology. But it doesn't matter.

"Something happened in Qingzhou, it's a festive season, the sect master here invited me to a banquet, but you know I don't like those men, so I won't go.

"I heard that there will be a grand demon slaying event in Zhongzhou in a few years. I don't know if you will go there. If we can reunite, I will be happy."

……

Huang He lowered his head to read the letters, and found that the intervals between them were different. A great practitioner's sense of time was different from that of ordinary people, not to mention not all the letters sent out by the Taoist door.

Even so, through the words in the letter, it is enough for everyone to outline in their minds a more vivid clay sculpture and wood sculpture that is not just a dry name, but admirable.

If we say that in the past, their impression of Huayang's head teacher was "god", then after "Huayang Biography" was published, the god became a human again.

In a daze, Huang He seemed to see a rough, somewhat boyish, informal young Taoist nun sitting at the table, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, then turned around, picked up a pen, gritted her teeth, racked her brains, and replied to the letter.

"The first generation head teacher really has a real temperament," someone said enviously: "In this way, the rumors are true."

Although it was not stated clearly in the letter, the goodwill and affection flowing in the words cannot be concealed. How many daughter's thoughts are hidden in it?
A group of single dogs were hit by a love letter hundreds of years ago.

Dr. Zhao hesitantly said:

"It is said that Master Huayang came from a certain sect. He was raised by his father as a man since he was a child. He didn't have the appearance of a little girl, but he was the most heroic and heroic. He never said anything to surprise people, and only held his own heart. Presumably because of this, The letter will be made public, right? It’s a pity that there is no reply from Liyang Master, so I always feel that it’s not meaningful.”

Everyone agreed, and the atmosphere in the school was harmonious and lively. At this time, more Dr. Leoke returned, and they gathered around to discuss, so it was very lively.

And as the letters full of life details and "human touch" unfolded, many people became more immersed in the story and began to look forward to the follow-up development.

Huang He impatiently turned to the next page, and found that it was not the fourth letter. It should be that when the manuscript was disassembled and distributed, the order was messed up, and each person got a different page number.

Sweeping his gaze, he found that the plot had progressed to the point where the two parties participated in the Demon Slaying Conference and reunited in Zhongzhou.

It's just that there are too many sects participating in the meeting, and there are many people with mixed eyes. The two sides still exchange letters, and the content of the letters is mainly about grand events. This is not what he wants to read. He quickly flipped to the last article, but it stopped abruptly.

"Who has page No. 20?" Huang He got up and asked.

"For me, this article is amazing."

A doctor's face was flushed with excitement, and everyone gathered around to watch.

"Li Yang:
Last night, my father found me and said that he wanted to order me to marry the Dongxuan Sect to fight against the troubled times. I didn’t want to. I had a big fight with him and we broke up. I’m very sad. . "

This letter was very short, only two lines, but it caused a group of doctors to look at each other, and they all saw each other's shock.

"There is such a thing..."

"I've never heard of Huayang's head teacher marrying someone."

"Nonsense, didn't you read that there was a big fight in the letter? You must have refused."

There was a lot of discussion, and the curiosity of Huang He and others almost exploded. They wanted to know the follow-up development and searched for the next page loudly, but they couldn't find it after asking all over the school.

……

Qinglian Xiaozhu.

"Speaking of the saint of painting earlier, it is said that when Zhang Sheng was young, he once traveled hand in hand with two real people, Liyang and Huayang. The friendship is deep, and I don't know if it is true or not." The little fat man Shi Jilun sat at the table and took a sip of fruit wine. , open the topic.

brush--

A group of "yin and yang students" pricked up their ears. Many of them came from humble backgrounds and didn't know much. Now that they stepped into the door of practice, it's time to be eager for the secrets in the circle.

Xue Hongjian put down his chopsticks, nodded and said with a smile:

"It is true. It is said that Zhang Sheng even made friends with Master Liyang. As for the head teacher Huayang, he even had some entanglements with Master Liyang. It was not until after the grand demon-killing event that the two sides broke off contact. We haven't seen each other for years, and there seems to be a conflict."

As the son of a Duke, his knowledge far exceeds that of other Sichens. He told the story in a few words, which aroused a lot of discussion. He was not only impressed by Huayang's detached, daring to love and hate character, but also curious about how the two sides broke off diplomatic relations.

Junior Sister Wang said coldly: "It must be Li Yang who failed Headmaster Hua Yang, heh, man."

Everyone was knocked down with a punch, but they couldn't refute.

Fatty Shi Jilun suddenly caught a glimpse of Ji Ping'an's silence, and took the initiative to liven up the atmosphere: "Brother Ji, what do you think?"

The students looked at him one after another, and the afternoon spring light reflected on his face through the clusters of peach blossoms like red clouds. For some reason, everyone was in a daze, as if seeing his eyes as deep as the sea, and the sea was covered with infinite vicissitudes.

Ji Pingan didn't answer, just closed his eyes, memories flooded in like a flood.

……

700 years ago, there was a grand festival of demon slaying.

At night, it coincided with the full moon, and the entire villa building where the event was held was bathed in moonlight.

Li Yang sat alone at the table in the guest house, with the open window lattice in front of him, there was no lamp in the room, but it was not dim.

When he heard a knock on the door and turned around, he saw a person wearing red makeup push the door open.

Hua Yang has short hair that reaches her ears, and looks a bit boyish, which is out of tune with this feudal era. In the past, she only wore Taoist robes, but tonight she came here dressed up.

She was dressed in a bright red dress like a raging fire, her black hair was combed neatly, rouge and eyebrows were painted on her face that had never been made up in the past, it was just because she didn't know how to dress up. When I picked up the thin eyebrow pencil, I panicked, and the drawing was a bit ugly.

Her skin was much fairer, not like the sun-baked wheaten color of the past.

"You're here." Li Yang said.

"En." The response was very low, as if it was a different person. The heroine Wei Huayang who used to be heroic and slashing with her eyebrows and sword was gone. The one standing here tonight is Huayang girl.

"I received your letter." Li Yang said.

The room fell silent, and the atmosphere became weird. The two stopped talking and remained silent like this.

Finally, Hua Yang gritted his teeth, stared at him with bright eyes suddenly, and said straightforwardly as if going all out:
"Anyway, I don't want to marry, and I don't want to stay in the sect anymore. After tomorrow's grand meeting, wherever you go, I will follow. If you want to come find me tomorrow morning, if you don't, then forget it."

After finishing speaking, she didn't wait even a breath, turned into a flaming head and ran away without looking back.

Li Yang was stunned for a moment, hesitated to speak, and finally did not speak to persuade him to stay, the room became quiet again, suddenly a swan goose flew over from outside the window, and landed on the table, striding squarely to flaunt its might, with a red geese tied on its red feet. letter.

Li Yang began to read, which was sent by the painting sage Zhang Sengyao.

"Brother Li Yang:

"The enemy you want me to track down has been found, but the enemy is powerful. Although our arrangements are thorough, if we want to kill him, the chances of winning may not be high. Even if we succeed, given the current situation, you will face endless challenges from most of the practice world." Chasing and killing, ten deaths and no life.

"I know you are eager for revenge, but as a good friend, I still want to ask you, have you really decided?"

Holding the letter paper, he sat in front of the window for a long, long time, until the early morning light, before he took up his pen to write back:
"Decided."

early morning.

Wei Huayang waited for a long time in the boudoir with a small bundle in his arms, but he didn't see that familiar figure.

Li Yang is gone.

……

(Thanks to Neigui Wanshou!)

(End of this chapter)