Scattered Immortal

Dark night, bright moonlight.

White clothes, peerless face.

The night is quiet, and Yunmo is silent.

The gentle night wind blew slightly, blowing her long hair flying on her cheeks.

She was silent, and never said a word from beginning to end, not even a single word. Tang Qing, who was sitting on the stone bench, felt a little hairy when she saw her, and felt uncomfortable. He wanted to speak to break the peace here. Just really don't know what to say.

Some debts can be repaid, but some debts cannot be repaid, at least Tang Qing can't repay now.

Tang Qing may be a debt collector, but Yun Mo is not a debt collector, never has been, she just watched, unwilling, dazed, and desperate.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, Yun Mo's figure became looming, like the wind, as if he was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Tang Qing asked.

"Is it important?"

Yun Mo's voice is always so natural, melodious, moving, but also a little sad, bewildered and resentful.

Is it important?

Yeah, does it matter where she goes? It doesn't matter, the reason why Tang Qing asked was not because he wanted to know, but because he just wanted to ask. Unfortunately, what he was facing was Yun Mo, a woman who understood her heart's language. But the heart will not.

Tang Qing didn't speak anymore, looking at the increasingly blurred Yun Mo, inexplicably, there was an impulse in his heart, the impulse to rush over and embrace Yun Mo in his arms, but this impulse was immediately strangled by Tang Qing as soon as it was born . He didn't know why he had this urge, but it was clear. Once he walked over by himself, he and Yunmo would become even more entangled.

If there is no desired result. Just don't give anyone hope.

Tang Qing can't give Yun Mo a result, so he won't give Yun Mo any hope, because disappointment is the greatest pain.

Yunmo disappeared like a gust of wind, gently disappearing. The soft voice came from nowhere, and it was still so natural.

"Tang Qing, do you know?"

"Know what?" Tang Qing asked.

"You're a total jerk!"

Tang Qing stared blankly, and opened his mouth. The words came to his lips, but he didn't know how to respond. He just looked at it like this. After a long time, he smiled again, a helpless smile. For some reason, Tang Qing felt a little comfortable when he heard Yun Mo scolding himself for being an asshole. , This is probably caused by the guilt deep in my heart. Or maybe hearing the bastard made him feel less guilty.

After pouring and holding the glass, Tang Qing lost interest in drinking. He raised his hand and spilled the wine in the glass on the ground, shook his head, and murmured, "It would be fine if I was really a jerk."

It has always been Tang Qing's dream to be a free and carefree bastard.

pity. He didn't live up to expectations, so he couldn't be a jerk.

He thinks so, but it's just what he thinks. In many people's minds, he is a complete jerk, yes to Xie Tianyi, yes to Gu Ranyan, yes to Yan Wunian, and now, yes to Yunmo yes.

In the void, under the starry night, clouds float here.

She is dressed in white clothes, with a peerless face, three thousand strands of hair, and does not eat fireworks. In the night sky, she is really like a nine-day fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

Yunmo chose to leave, but she didn't know where to go. She just wanted to leave and didn't want to see that guy again. She always thought that she and Tang Qing had no feelings for each other, but they just got together inexplicably. Yes, she always thought so , but when he came to Shangqingzong, when he saw Princess Yanhua standing up to speak for him, Yunmo felt very uncomfortable inside, as uncomfortable as a knife.

Yunmo had never had this feeling before, but she knew exactly what it was, but she just didn't want to face it, admit it, or accept it.

Am I really in love with him?

Yun Mo really didn't know that she chose to leave because she wanted to be alone.

...

Half a month has passed since Tang Qing came to Shangqingzong. Tang Qing occasionally practiced and occasionally drank alcohol. During Qingzong's practice, a stone hanging in the hearts of Bi Dongyuan and other elders and principals finally fell, and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief and no longer entangled in this matter.

But, soon, they began to struggle with another problem.

Who will teach Tang Qing to the Shang Qingzong?

This question was raised by the old suzerain. At this moment, in a manor of Shangqingzong, the old suzerain was wearing a gray robe and was playing black and white chess. Opposite him was also sitting an old man. It's just that the posture is a bit strange, bowing the waist, drooping the head, clasping the feet with one hand, and pouring wine into the mouth vigorously with the gourd in the other.

This is the grandfather of Shangqing Town, and the entire Shangqing sect knows him.

Beside, Bi Dongyuan and other elders of Shang Qingzong stood upright. They all seemed very puzzled. In their impression, the old suzerain hadn't played chess so leisurely for a long time, as if it had been more than a hundred years? It should be that after Tang Wushang failed to cross the catastrophe, the old suzerain retreated almost all the year round and seldom presided over the affairs of the sect.

Moreover, after Tang Wushang failed to cross the robbery, the grandfather stayed at the gate of Shangqing Town almost every day, clamoring to wait for Wushang to come back. Many people have tried to persuade him over the years, but unfortunately no one was able to persuade him.

And what happened today?

The old suzerain no longer retreats, and the old grandfather is not at the door.

How did these two people play chess?

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand, even if I want to break my head, Bi Dongyuan and others still can’t figure out what’s going on. So after watching for a while, the elders began to ask.

"Sect Master, if Tang Qing worships in our sect, who will teach him?"

The old suzerain was sitting extremely upright, with white beard and hair, and kind eyes. Even if he was only wearing an ordinary gray robe, he could not conceal his immortal demeanor. He held a black chess piece in one hand, looked at the chessboard, and said, "Who are you coming?"

Bi Dongyuan and the others were taken aback for a moment. All the elders shook their heads as they looked at me and you.

There are quite a few elders in the Shang Qingzong who passed on their skills, but now no one has stood up and said that they want to accept Tang Qing. It's not that they don't want to. Existence is too different, think about it, he has broken through the shackles and became the first person in the three ancient lands, as well as the arrogance of Tiangang, who is as strong as the sun, the primordial spirit like a Buddha, and the Dzogchen Dharma, all of which are terrifying and mysterious Existence was just a stuff in legends before, no one has touched it, and there are few records even in ancient books, so how to teach it? What's more, Tang Qing stepped into the realm of law directly from the establishment of the foundation in just two or three years. This level of cultivation speed is comparable to Tang Wushang.

Such geniuses of heaven and earth, if they are taught well, they are naturally good, but if they are not taught well? Wouldn't that be a sinner?

None of the elders who passed on the practice made a statement. They were not worried about the consequences of teaching badly, but they asked themselves that they were not capable of teaching Tang Qing.

"You little bastards, you are really worthless. Isn't that boy surnamed Tang a little strange achievement? He is neither a god nor a demon. What are you afraid of!"

Naturally, it was not the old suzerain but the old grandfather who said this.

No one knows how old the old grandfather is, but even the old suzerain has to call him old grandfather when he sees him, so how dare others be presumptuous? Nodding quickly, it should be yes, saying that what the grandfather taught is yes.

Yes, no one dared to stand up and teach Tang Qing.

"Hey! You are really hopeless!" The old grandfather shook his head with contempt, looked at the old suzerain again, and said, "What are you doing with this matter? I'll see, call that boy surnamed Tang and ask him." If you don't, you'll have it."

"This method is not bad." The old suzerain nodded.

After a while, Tang Qing was called over, entered the manor, and immediately saluted after seeing the old suzerain and the old grandfather. At this moment, Tang Qing looked like a different person. Normally, he was very casual. But now he is standing upright, and no one can find a single flaw in his words and salutes.

Tang Qing has always been a very casual person, but he has always respected the old suzerain and the old grandfather.

He can be casual, but he will never be casual with these two respected people, never.

The old suzerain was about to speak, but was interrupted directly by the old grandfather. While clasping his feet, the old grandfather said, "Let Hungry decide this matter, how about it?"

"Grandpa, you are being polite." The old suzerain nodded in response.

"Okay!" The old suzerain raised his head and took a sip of the wine, staring at Tang Qing with a pair of cloudy eyes, added the wine that remained at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Call the old grandfather to listen!"

"..."

The old suzerain shook his head and was speechless, Bi Dongyuan and others were even more speechless, Tang Qing was also like this, his expression was a little stunned, he didn't know what kind of game the old grandfather was playing, but he still called out the old man in a polite and respectful manner. grandfather.

"Well, not bad!" The old grandfather pursed his lips, glanced sideways, and said again, "Grandfather can tell what kind of bastard you are just by looking at him."

What's the meaning?

Bi Dongyuan didn't know, and neither did Tang Qing.

"You bastard is not a well-behaved person at all. How can you pretend to be serious in front of the grandfather, with green onions in the nose of a pig, how can you pretend to be an elephant when you are hungry, and paint an old cucumber with green paint? How can you pretend to be tender and sao when you are hungry The girls show their thighs, why are you pretending to be gentle when you are hungry?"

Bi Dongyuan and the others had long been embarrassed by the old grandfather's words, and Tang Qing was even more ashamed, with an embarrassing expression on his face. This feeling was like being stripped of his clothes.

"What's the matter? You bastard still want to argue with the old grandfather?" The old grandfather stretched his legs, stood up, grabbed Tang Qing's ear, and yelled, "You bastard pouted, old grandfather If you are hungry, you will know what poop you are pulling? What? Is there something tricky in your heart when you salute the hungry people like this?"