Chapter 212 Flying with Butterfly Wings

Heavy snow soon covered the mountains.

It was dusk, and the little girl taking care of the flowers and plants was wearing a thick fur coat, her little face was red from the cold, and she was rubbing her little hands to care for the plum blossoms on the cliff, for fear of being crushed by the snow.

Under normal circumstances, the sect leader does not need them to take care of these things. With a thought, the entire mountain is in order, and no one needs to take care of it at all. Moreover, the flowers and plants in the mountains are all fairy plants and cannot be crushed by snow.

But the sect leader retreats from time to time, and the sect will still arrange for people to take care of the mountain. It is also the dignity of the sect. It is not good to say that the sect master is alone and has no one to help him.

Qiu Wuji just let them do whatever they wanted, and it would be nice if someone could do the uploading and distributing when necessary.

In fact, they are just maids and maids in disguise, and usually it is the young disciples who have just started to practice Qi who do this.

But the disciples are still very eager to come to the main peak to serve them. It is an honor to help the sect master! What's more, although the sect leader has a cold face, he is very kind to his disciples and can receive personal guidance from time to time. The disciples who leave the main peak often become the backbone of the sect later on.

Over the years, those who have been chosen to serve on the main peak are all overjoyed and unparalleled in their initiative. They even happily come to take care of the flowers and plants even on snowy days. They just hope that the main peak can be beautiful and worthy of being the residence of the sect leader.

As a result, the little girl came to the cliff today and was dumbfounded.

A man squatted there and sniffed, removing snow from the flowers and plants. Heavy snow fell on his own head, covering it all in white, and he looked so pitiful.

The little girl recognized that this was the direct disciple whom the sect leader had expressed his views on... Everyone was jealous before, but when they saw this scene, their jealousy disappeared. Why did it look like they were being abused?

Would the sect master originally bully his direct disciples?

The little girl came close to her and asked carefully: "This senior brother...oh no, your seniority..."

She thought for a moment and clapped her palms: "Hello, uncle, little master."

Chu Ge raised his head and raised a snowflake: "Hey, little girl, you are quite senior. Isn't the great uncle of the talented master, the great uncle of the madam?"

"How can there be so many wives!" The little girl put her hands on her hips and said, "It takes many, many years for the elders to accept a group of disciples! Just like the sect master took so many years to accept you!"

The word "receive" is a little ambiguous, little girl... Chu Ge smiled when he heard it: "You are talking to your uncle in this tone? Come on, let's bow first."

The little girl reluctantly clasped her fists in a quaint manner.

Chu Ge didn't care and thought it was fun.

When the little girl saw that this junior uncle seemed to be very easy-going and didn't care about her rudeness...she looked around like a thief and asked quietly: "My uncle, are you being punished by the sect leader?"

Chu Ge looked down at the flowers with a smile: "No, this is my homework for today."

"Homework? Squatting here and looking at flowers?"

"Yes, look at every grass and tree, every soil and stone, watch the snow falling, watch the insects hiding... Look at every inch of the texture, it's so real."

Little girl: "..."

"We are cultivators." Chu Ge said with a smile: "This is the state of mind. Master, niece and nephew, look good and study hard."

"Can you wipe the snot from your nose before you say this?"

Chu Ge subconsciously wiped his nose, only to realize that it was impossible for his soul body to have a runny nose, and he was actually coaxed by the little girl...

The little girl was happy: "Giggles...he is just a new disciple who has just started, and he still pretends to be old-fashioned and has a good mood!"

Chu Ge said angrily: "It's true, your sect leader said that, otherwise I would be so stupid on such a snowy day that I would squat outside and look at the flowers!"

The little girl hesitated: "Really?"

Chugo nodded vigorously.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then squatted aside with her knees in her arms, imitating Chu Ge's example of looking at flowers.

No matter how you look at it, there is nothing interesting to see. I have been watching it for so many years...

"Uncle Master...do you really have something to see?"

"Maybe there is, I don't know..."

At least in my mind, this world has a real feeling, the snow will be cold, the flowers will be fragrant, and there will be silly little girls.

That's not something words can replace.

In fact, Chu Ge didn't even write about this little girl... He only wrote about a disciple who took care of the mountain, and he didn't even think about what this disciple was like. He was selected by Yunji Sect himself... …

But when the one-touch actor stood in front of him, his smile was so real.

Chu Ge was even a little touched. This feeling is really hard to describe.

Qiu Wuji stood in the house, looking through the window at the dazed backs of one large and one small squatting on the edge of the cliff. The snowflakes were piled up like two snowmen.

She smiled slightly and did not want to be jealous of the little girl. She knew what Chu Ge was thinking.

This is indeed a practice, a practice that belongs to him alone.

What's the point of others imitating him and squatting on the edge of the cliff to look at flowers... all in vain?

Qiu Wuji finally spoke: "Xuanji, you can indeed gain something by observing the grass and trees quietly, but it is not a state that you can understand at the moment. You might as well remember the advice of your little master and uncle, and look at it again a hundred years later."

The little girl stood up on her sore knees and said "oh" dizzy.

Then he remembered that he hadn't finished his work yet: "Oh, Master, I didn't mean to be lazy, I'm going to clear the snow right away..."

"You go clean up in the backyard. Your uncle will do the snow removal and pruning in front of the mountain."

The little girl saluted: "Yes. That disciple went to the backyard."

"Go ahead."

The little girl stole a glance at Chu Ge. Chu Ge was still looking at the flowers, his expression unchanged. She felt a little sympathetic. What kind of direct disciple? The treatment is similar to that of us handyman disciples...

The little girl left along the mountain road. Qiu Wuji slowly walked to Chu Ge and looked at the mist under the cliff with his hands behind his hands: "Want to go for a walk? Stay at the top of the mountain."

"Are you going to visit the various peaks of the sect?" Chu Ge said with a smile, "I always feel like I'm just showing off."

"You can pretend as much as you want, but it's better to keep it a bit mysterious... Having said that, not many people in the sect can recognize you. You wear a uniform and hold a life card, and you wander around as if you are an ordinary disciple and no one asks you. , but at least there is a premise.”

"What premise?"

"You have to master our sect's mental skills and basic swordsmanship. Otherwise, you will just be watching the show and have no sense of integration."

"I have learned the mental method." Chu Ge smiled without raising his head: "Just now when we were looking at the flowers and chatting."

"Huh?" Qiu Wuji was stunned: "I only asked you to memorize the formula, but I haven't said anything about the route of the exercise..."

"A long time ago, before I started practicing, you taught me the Twelve Sutras and so on... At that time, I had a bad health, so I stopped. After I recovered, I changed to a golden bell."

Qiu Wuji's expression was somewhat reminiscing.

Yes, there is something like this... I did teach him the exercise route at that time, but his meridians couldn't bear it.

It turns out he still remembers...

"Then I will teach you basic swordsmanship." Qiu Wuji was afraid that he would not learn, so he added with a straight face: "Although you are not suitable for using swords over there, anyway, you walk in the name of my disciple here, so you have to learn swordsmanship!"

"Of course I have to learn... I'm not always in the mountains. One day, I want to join hands with you and travel around the world with a sword. How can I do it without a sword?"

Qiu Wuji looked happy, and quickly turned back, handing him a sword: "This is when I was young...well, I have always been young. This is the Guhong Sword that I used before, and now I give it to you, I hope to treat him like a teacher..."

Chu Ge took the sword, touched it twice, and kissed it.

Qiu Wuji: "?"

Chu Ge took half a step back with his sword in his arms: "Treat me like a teacher..."

Qiu Wuji pulled out his Qiu Shui Ningbi: "Evil disciple, look at the sword!"

Chu Ge ran away.

"Don't run, come here!" The collar was immediately grabbed, and Chu Ge kicked his legs in the air for a long time, his head drooped and motionless.

Qiu Wuji was angry and funny and pushed him down to stand on the snow: "You have no foundation in swordsmanship, I will teach you from the most basic, follow my movements..."

On the top of the snow peak, white snow is flying, and in the snow falling all over the sky, the female master and male apprentice are learning swordsmanship, dancing gracefully.

The little girl who was cleaning the backyard pulled the railing and looked outside. She felt that the sect leader was very good-looking, and so was the young master's uncle. The scene of the sect leader's disciples was more beautiful and warm than expected. It didn't look like they were teaching, but like two butterfly wings flying together, dancing in the clouds. .

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