Chong Zi - Chapter 11 : Xing Can/ Starlight

In the distance, a group of female students were chatting and laughing, with a tall, unrecognizable figure in their midst.

Chongzi rushed over and waved at him outside the crowd, "Qin Ke... Big Brother!" 

In five years, the thirteen or fourteen year old young master had turned into an eighteen or nineteen year old youth. His face was more contoured, his hair was like black ink, his eyebrows were like blades, his nose was straight, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were like cold stars. .

Due to her age, she no longer wears purple clothes, but wears white clothes like other students. Standing among the female students, like tall stamens surrounded by colorful petals, her style is much better than the past.

What has not changed is the greatness expressed in his words and deeds.

His brow wrinkled slightly, and the young master still had a calm expression on his face. Facing the chirping questions of the female disciples around him, he occasionally answered a few sentences, and his eyes were obviously more focused on Wen Lingzhi.

It's no wonder that Wen Lingzhi is already seventeen years old, beautiful and charming, and good at responding. She is the best among the female Nanhua disciples. Qin Ke had been training at Yuchen Peak for five years, and Chongzi didn't know what happened next. He only had a general impression of Qing Ke, where as he could still remember his complaints about his good looks and knowing that he was Min Yunzhong's disciple, it made sense he looked polite.

When it was confirmed that it was him, Chongzi was overjoyed. Seeing that he didn't hear him, he shouted again, "Brother Qin! Senior Brother Qin!"

He finally heard the voice and raised his face to look at Chongzi.

The female students also followed suit.

Chongzi was nominally Luo Yinfan's disciple, but his status had not increased much because of this. Everyone knows that he can't do magic, and instinctively thinks that this disciple is too embarrassing for His Highness Chonghua, an insult. 

Fortunately, Chong Zi didn't care about this. For a long time, the female disciples gradually knew his temperament. Their attitudes began to improve, but after all, Wen Lingzhi was able to speak in front of Yu Du and Min Yunzhong. Although with the help of his teacher many things became easier to do, but Chongzi rarely said this to Luo Yinfan because he knew that Yu Du and Min Yunzhong didn't like him. He didn't want to cause any more trouble to his teacher. Chongzi was used to being held hostage by Wen Lingzhi. Even though the female disciples no longer secretly hated him, at this moment, in front of Wen Lingzhi, no one came to greet him. 

Sure enough, Wen Lingzhi's face was not very friendly, and he looked at her provocatively.

He wanted to come over to greet him, but he didn't know there would be such a big commotion. Chongzi was embarrassed and smiled uncomfortably, "Brother Qin?"

Those eyes rarely lit up, but unfortunately it was only a moment before Chongzi could speak again. Qin Ke politely nodded to him, turned his head and continued to talk to Wen Lingzhi.

No wonder he didn't recognize her. The skinny and yellow beggar girl of the past turned into a beautiful girl with a melon face, crescent eyebrows, and extraordinary beauty. No matter who saw it, it would not be easily forgotten, but Qin Ke grew up. Living in a rich family, he has a lot of knowledge. Besides, she wasn't the type to put all her mind into her appearance. He only thought that he was a junior female disciple to watch the fun. Who would have thought that she was the "ugly girl" who followed him back then.

Wen Lingzhi raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth curved into a beautiful arc, turning into a victorious smile.

Doesn't he remember? Chongzi was quite desperate and disappointed. Seeing the female students surrounding him with long and short questions, he couldn't say anything for a while, so he had to return to Zizhu Peak in a huff.

After writing a letter to let Linghe send it, Luo Yinfan finally figured out why he always felt that the hall was empty today, as if something was missing. It turned out that the little disciple waiting by his side had not been seen since morning.

After understanding the reason, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

He had always trained on Zizhu Peak alone for hundreds of years, and he had never felt there was anything wrong with being lonely. Who knew that ever since he accepted the young apprentice, his life had become rich and lively. If Chongzi really isn't there one day, maybe he won't get used to it.

A familiar aura was outside the hall, what was he doing? Luo Yinfan was shocked. He walked out of the hall and saw a white shadow in the four waters in front of the courtyard.

Just like when he was a child, he sat alone on the stone bridge, with his upper body half bent, watching the four seas below the bridge dreamily.

In five years, that little disciple had grown a lot, but his body was lighter than when he was a child. A white cloud floated on the ground, passing through the white clothes, and his whole body seemed to be a white cloud fluttering.

Luo Yinfan was stunned for a moment, "Chong'er?"

As if sensing something, Chong Zi also lifted his face and smiled at him.

"You're so big and yet still lying on the ground," he blamed a little.

"Nobody saw it."

Apart from teachers and disciples, there are almost no outsiders on Zizhu Peak. Chongzi usually doesn't need to pay attention to manners, he is happy and comfortable.

Luo Yinfan was helpless, that girl had grown up and wanted to have fun but now she lived in this desolate Zizhu Peak every day to keep him company.

"If it's boring, go out and play with seniors and sisters more."

"Well, I've been there, it's no fun." Instead of dealing with Wen Lingzhi and the others, he would rather accompany his teacher.

Luo Yinfan stopped beside him, frowned for a moment and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Chongzi shook his head: "I was thinking, when will this fish not be afraid of me."

Luo Yinfan was shocked.

Chongzi smiled a little reluctantly. "Master promised me that when the fish in this pond are no longer afraid of me, teacher will teach me an immortal art to comfort me. It seems that these fish will never be unafraid of me."

This extraordinarily intelligent child! Luo Yinfan was speechless.

Chongzi looked at him.

Those eyes were a bit troublesome, and Luo Yinfan stopped hiding them from him. "It's always hard to tell what's going on in the world, and it's not certain to become a teacher."

Chongzi said, "Does the teacher think there will be that day?"

Luo Yinfan didn't answer, just sighed softly, waved his hand from the stone bench, sat down, and looked at the big eyes, half learning and half comfort, "Chong'er, some things can't be avoided just because there is a little hope. Otherwise, all people will chase after results. Who did those seemingly incredible things? At the beginning of the founding of Nanhua School, it was very difficult, but now Nanhua ranks first in the Immortal Gate. Back then Nilun Demon united the two demon realms. The attack on Nanhua was not But even though it was hard we still managed to guard the Immortal Gate. As long as your intentions are good, what's wrong with the natural evil spirits? As for whether there will be that day, as long as you do good deeds you are a good disciple. Do you understand?"

Chongzi lowered his eyes, "Doesn't teacher think that I am useless and humiliate you?"

Does the little disciple take care of his face? Luo Yinfan understood, “What others say, doesn't matter. You shouldn't learn from them in judging one's reputation. The reason why immortals are immortals is because disciples of immortal sects have life in their hearts and use magic to benefit one's will. six realms. Devils also have magic. But they are used to corrupt the world, so they are hated by people. It can be seen that whether to have magic is not the most important thing. If you only have magic but no morality, what is the difference between immortals and a devil? If you have good manners, even if you don't know how to do magic, you are still admirable. You should be proud of yourself as a student."

Yes, it doesn't matter what others think of him, as long as his teacher doesn't hate him.

Chongzi finally relieved and nodded, "Master's teachings, Chong'er understands."

He possessed an excellent body and bones, because of a thought and prejudice he was delayed from learning until recently being the only disciple in the Immortal Sect who did not know how to do magic. Is it right or wrong? Even though he had a half-immortal body, he didn't even have basic defensive abilities, and he almost lost his life in Wan Jie.

Luo Yinfan regretted in his heart, "If Chong'er feels bad about this. Would you blame the teacher?"

Chongzi took advantage of the situation to lie on his lap, "How is this possible? Actually I didn't want to study immortal arts at first. Practicing swordsmanship is boring. Master, don't blame me for being useless and don't kick me out."

Luo Yinfan fell silent.

It was an accident, and he definitely wouldn't let anyone hurt him in the future.

The Four Seas are like multilevel mirrors clearly reflecting the reflections of the teacher and student. Her white clothes are like snow. She curled up beside him.

Is this really the teacher?

Thin lips drew with an indistinguishable arc, which faded and spread in the water, like a shooting star in a small river, speeding up the gentleness of the river.

Chongzi didn't raise his face, just looked at the water quietly and smiled.

Compared to Fairy Yun, how lucky she was, she could accompany him all the time, that was fine.

Before he knew it, the curtain of night had fallen, a blue moon was in the sky, and stars had begun to appear.

The bright pearl in front of the hall was reflected, the little pupil still lay motionless on his knees, hugging his arms tightly, and refused to get up, as if he was asleep, but it turned out that he was not sleeping.

Chongzi was still like a child to him.

Luo Yinfan looked down for a while, sighed, and finally couldn't bear to move away, so he called out softly, "Chong'er?"

Chongzi said, "En".

"Get up."

He snorted and refused.

Luo Yinfan was angry and playful, “The sword exam has always been the rules of Nanhua, although all previous disciples had to participate, but the headmaster knows that you are an exception, so you only need to step up and admit defeat that way you can avoid the exam. Don't care about other people's opinions. ."

Chongzi raised his face sharply, surprised and happy, and blamed, "So Master already knows."

Her small face was as pretty and cute as in the past, but at this moment she looked more attractive, with a hint of anger, and she actually added a hint of flirtatiousness out of thin air. As usual, Luo Yinfan had never noticed this change, but when he discovered this change by chance, he was stunned for a moment, pushed it away quietly, and got up, “When you play do you want to use a sword? use a sword."

Chongzi used to see other sisters walking with their swords. Chongzi was very envious, but knew that his teacher was in a difficult situation and he didn't want to ask. Who would have thought that the teacher would suddenly offer. Chongzi was very happy. He straightened up and wanted to get up. Unexpectedly, his legs had long been curled up, sore and numb, and he groaned with a bitter face for a while.

Luo Yinfan shook his head and pulled him up from the ground.

When he held his teacher's hand, his heart also seemed to be hit hard by something, and Chongzi was stunned.

How long had it been since his teacher last withdrew this hand? Soft and familiar, that was how she hugged him back then and walked to Zizhu Peak in front of everyone's eyes. It was so beautiful that he would never forget it in his life.

How many times, she can take the initiative to go up and hug him, knowing that she will never blame, in fact, she dare not. As for the reason, he himself doesn't know, he doesn't know why in front of the people closest to him. He still better face Mu Yu calmly, at least he can still hold Mu Yu's arm and act like a spoiled child.

All he knew was that his heart would never return to the way it used to be.

Even though he was holding his teacher's hand again now, all he brought with him was a strange feeling, happiness, so happy that he wanted to cry, this change made him feel melancholy, scared, but there was a bit of hope.

Luo Yinfan let go, "Chong'er?" 

In the twinkling of an eye, the dust on his body had completely dissipated, Chong Zi regained his senses, lowered his eyes and looked at that empty hand, quietly pulled back his sleeve, pinched it tightly, as if wanting to keep something.

"First follow the teacher to the library to choose a magic weapon."

In Chongzi's memory, this room was originally empty, but at this moment, it became splendid, filled with various objects, dozens of swords hanging high in the air, some shining and dazzling. Some are old-fashioned and boring, with hidden spiritual energy, and they are extraordinary at first glance. In addition, there are many other instruments, such as long and short sticks, whisks, devil bandages, sleepy immortal ropes, collars... and even vases with necks long.

Chongzi was shocked, thinking that it was no wonder that Chonghua Palace was empty. It turned out that Master had hidden everything.

Luo Yinfan said, "Look carefully and choose the one you like."

In Nanhua for five years, even if Chongzi didn't learn immortal arts, he still knew quite a bit. Sword elves are not like curse elves, they have magic weapons. Luo Yinfan used Chasing Waves, Yu Du had the Six Headed Sword. Min Yunzhong's pagoda-like sword is called the Buddha Festival. In the Heavenly Mysteries section, the magic weapon Xingxuan specialized in was the Heavenly Secret Book. In addition, Mu Yu and other disciples also have swords, but there are also swords that are not used. A small number of disciples chose magic weapons such as rings.

Chongzi looked at the sword first, took one in his left hand, and another in his right hand, and couldn't put it down, "Does the teacher think I should choose a sword or something else?"

“We Nanhua are the Sword Immortal sect. We usually use swords to fight enemies because swords have sharp edges and are easy to strike, but one doesn't always have to wield a sword,” While speaking, Luo Yinfan lightly raised his right hand. The long-necked vase immediately flew into his palm, "Anything that can be called a hand can be used as a magic tool, a piece of wood, a book, has been used for a long time. It will communicate with its master,

The vase fell back to its original position, and he said lightly, "Once you choose a magic weapon, you can't easily throw it away. Otherwise, it will be difficult to find anything of value in your life."

Chongzi said "ha", "I heard sister Zhenzhu said that choosing a magic weapon is like a man marrying a wife, and a woman marrying a husband. You must choose well."

Luo Yinfan choked, and after a while he reprimanded, "Don't talk nonsense."

Chongzi looked at it one by one, picked it up and put it away, put it away and picked it up, and from time to time he glanced at the waves on his body.

There were fifty-six instruments in the room, all of which were collected by Luo Yinfan over hundreds of years. Some were gifts from other people, and some were made by collecting rare materials from around the world while he was traveling, and all of them were of high quality. The psychic instruments will also choose their master, and when they feel the spiritual energy in Chongzi's body, they are all competing to make Weng Ming sound, and some of them are even ready to rise.

Chongzi was fascinated and his mind was not on these weapons. In his opinion nothing compared to Chasing Waves, and when he was discouraged, he simply threw it away and returned to Luo Yinfan, “Teacher, pick one for me.

There is no reason for a Xianmen disciple to ask others to help choose a magic weapon, but Luo Yinfan did not refuse. 

It was a short silver stick, which was not very conspicuous among the many instruments.

The wand is no more than three feet long, two fingers thick, and the head of the wand is natural lavender, incidentally crafted into a star shape. The silver scepter supports the purple star, which is seamless.

"Two hundred years ago, as a teacher, I passed through Kunlun, and suddenly a mysterious piece of iron fell from the sky, with hidden spiritual energy. Master wanted to forge a sword, but who knew that this iron was strange and extremely difficult to calcined, and in the end it can only be made into sticks.Do you like it?

Chongzi nodded happily and begged, "Teacher, give me a name."

Hearing this, Luo Yinfan looked at the sky outside the door, and then looked at him, "The starlight is not as bright as the moon, but it has never been ashamed of its weakness and still shines in the world. The world is full of life, teacher only hopes that you will not underestimate yourself in future. With all beings in mind, like the stars in the sky, this stick is called Xing Can."

Within the moonlit bamboo shadows, stars were seen far and wide.

Starlight shone through the door. The stains on the snow white robes, melted into the eyes. The deep eyes reflected countless expectations. Like the two dark night skies, vast and boundless, pervading everything.

Chong Zi looked crazy.

However, Luo Yinfan noticed that Xing Can's light was brighter, and was eager to escape from his hands, feeling relieved for a while.

These magic tools were highly spiritual and always chose their master with great accuracy. Usually based on their talents, such a good horse can only be ridden by a brave general, otherwise how can he reconcile with an incompetent master. One of them was even weirder, they were righteous by nature and usually didn't recognize bad people as their masters. Even if you try to use it, its power will be greatly reduced. Xing Can was exactly like this. This iron was obtained from the Nine Heavens, and he was upright and restrained. Since he had been selected it could be seen that the young disciple had a pure heart, and it was worth teaching carefully these past few years.

Luo Yinfan handed Xing Can to him, and said solemnly, "Xing Can doesn't have a sharp edge, isn't as good as a sword in attack, but is more than sufficient in defense to put down a sword for master to choose. It's all because of your evil spirit nature. Master hope you'll be less sharp, more in control, less aggressive, and less likely to hurt others."

Long eyelashes drooping, Chong Zi lowered his head, "I understand."

Luo Yinfan nodded and said after a while, "I also have to use it to protect myself."

With a light sentence, he raised his face with a stern look, his big eyes shining brightly, "Understood."

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the morning wind blows.

Xing Can's stick body is not very smooth, easy to hold, does not feel heavy in the hand, and is very light. Chong Zi held it for a long time and looked at it lightly.

Xing Can didn't fall, but sank slowly, stopping one foot above the ground. Chongzi stepped on it carefully, apparently understanding his thoughts, and it rose slowly with him, very stable.

Because Luo Yinfan has taught the important things, Chongzi has been practicing on Zizhu Peak for the past two days, and he has never gone out to play. Thinking that the sword test meeting would be held at dawn today, he couldn't sleep even though he was tossing and turning at night, so he just woke up and thought about it quietly.

Even though he didn't want to fight about winning or losing, Chongzi could always put on a good performance and make his teacher proud.

He had to learn every skill taught by his teacher.

Chongzi has excellent muscles and bones, and has a very high level of comprehension. In addition, he travels a lot with Yujian, and it is not too difficult to master the balance. Moreover, it was strange that Xing Can's temper was as gentle as his appearance and not difficult to control at all. In just two days, he could fly Xing Can's staff at will.

Luo Yinfan only nodded when he found out, and didn't say anything else.

Has he not studied enough? Thinking of the sword fighting technique that the Young Master of Qinghua Palace, Zhuo Hao, deliberately showcased at that time. The blade is lightning fast, but light and free.

Chongzi has practiced hundreds of times, but it is still difficult to achieve such an effect, so he is always depressed, but how can he know that what he thinks is "not good" in the eyes of others, it is already unbelievable. It took at least two or three days for the ordinary disciples to reluctantly point the sword in the air.

The wind passed through the clouds and the bamboo waves sounded.

It sounded yesterday, and it sounds today, like a memory from years ago.

Suddenly he remembered that his teacher had saved him from Shoushan's mouth and flew over the bamboo forest with him in his arms...

With a thought, Chongzi's sword rose, suddenly rushed into the sky, made a big circle in the clouds, and then fell. Her white clothes dispelled the clouds, and the purple bamboo undulated under her feet. The entire view of Zizhu Peak was almost unobstructed. Every roof of Chonghua Palace has an unprecedented intimacy.

Blown by the wind, a white swallow flew across the vast sea of ​​bamboo. With an agile figure,

Luo Yinfan stood on a rock with his hands behind his back, motionless, watching the scene quietly.

Since he had secretly gone out to train, he had been observing for a long time. That young disciple was extremely talented, and he knew it a long time ago. Hence, the teaching started three days before the sword exam meeting. Unsurprisingly, in just three days, he was able to fly with his own sword. Looking at his current appearance, it seems that he is still not satisfied, trying hard to control the sword. However, it is necessary to communicate with the sword mind freely. This is not something that can be achieved overnight. The little disciple was a novice, too impatient, and didn't understand other fairy arts at all. If no one was around to protect him, Luo Yifan was afraid that something might happen to him.

Sure enough, the magic weapon circled in different patterns for several weeks, suddenly stagnated, and fell from the air.

That said, Luo Yinfan sighed.

Caught by the hug, Chongzi was not surprised. After nearly three years, he still remembered her very much.

Luo Yinfan hugged him and landed in front of the temple door, let go, and taught a serious lesson, "How did teacher tell you to practice? The most taboo thing for beginners is the word 'zealous to make progress'. You always don't want to listen. If the teacher doesn't think about it beforehand about today, isn't something going to happen?"

Chongzi bit his lips and smirked. He didn't say that he fell from Xing Can because he saw the teacher and he was lost in thought for a while.

Seeing him like this, Luo Yinfan only pretended not to hear him and his tone became harsh, “You have learned your lesson and must remember it in the future. If you seek progress rashly you will definitely injure yourself in the end.”

Chongzi suddenly said, "Is teacher worried about me?"

Luo Yinfan was stunned for a moment, and said lightly: "There is no teacher in the world who doesn't worry about his student. You are the only disciple of Chonghua Palace, and you must not let your teacher down."

Chongzi said "Oh" and lowered his head in disappointment.

Luo Yinfan looked up at the sky, turned around and entered the hall, "The sword test session is about to start, you go back to your room to prepare, and follow the teacher later." 

Cough.

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Note: Most of the instrument names in this article are taken from online game swords, yes, in fact, the names of swords and weapons are very basic, and most of them are taken from famous historical swords, such as Anling Sword, etc.