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"Senior Brother Huya, I heard that the Bashan faction is not indisputable with the world, how is it no different from other gangs in the rivers and lakes?" Zhuo Yifan wondered.

"Alas, I also heard the master talk about it, he said that the current middle and lower levels of the Bashan faction are all coerced by resentment, and think that the Bashan faction has done enough for the Shushan faction, and it is full of anger. Huya sighed like a little adult.

"How can this be?" Although Zhuo Yifan is not enthusiastic about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, he also understands that for a sect that is based on cultivation, it is not a good thing for the people in the world to be too heavy with the anger of the rivers and lakes.

"Not only the Bashan faction, but also the Shushan faction now, which is getting farther and farther away from compassion. Huya continued.

"This is also what the abbot master said?" Zhuo Yifan asked as he looked at Huya.

"Yes, that's what Master said. The Shushan faction is now lying on the merit book, accustomed to the worship of it by everyone, and in order to show its energy, sometimes it will secretly encourage vendetta in the rivers and lakes. In their view, the more serious the calamity of the rivers and lakes, the more they can appear as saviors, and the more they can demonstrate their irreplaceability."

Zhuo Yifan knew that what Huya said was Zen Master Huiyuan's dissatisfaction with the Shushan faction's deviation from the authentic sect, which could be called deviant.

Although it was only a few months in Bodhi Temple, Zhuo Yifan's compassion has soared. Seeing that these Bashan disciples did not sleep at night, but discussed those things in the rivers and lakes, the two shook their heads speechlessly and continued to walk forward.

However, the more they walked, the more disappointed they became. Because there were groups of Bashan disciples discussing the grievances of the Bashan faction everywhere along the way, the resentment of the Shushan faction, and even the dissatisfaction with the practice of Luyang Zhenren continuing the previous generations of the Bashan faction, thinking that they should change their ways. It can be said that the current Bashan faction is permeated with feelings of pathos and resentment.

"Brother Yifan, we are guests, so don't care about the internal affairs of other people's gangs. Tomorrow we have to get up early and go to bed. ”

Hearing Huya say this, Zhuo Yifan felt that what he said was very reasonable, so he rushed back to rest, and what he saw along the way were still those who were indignant and sat and talked about the Tao.

Running all the way, accompanied by the fresh and refreshing air of Bashan, as well as the unique insects and birds in the mountains, the two soon fell asleep sweetly.

As time goes by, the night of Bashan really comes. It is so deep and so deep that it is difficult for those who are in it to resist its evil attraction.

And the Shushan Mountain, which echoes from afar, is like a huge skull, constantly absorbing the essence of the subdued body, making it impossible to look directly at the cruelty under its gentle and elegant coat, and the bloody ...... wrapped in its affectionate veins

No matter how beautiful it is in the middle of the night, when dawn comes, people will eventually wake up.

Zhuo Yifan and Huya had a good night's sleep, and after waking up, they breathed the unique fresh air deep in the mountains and felt refreshed. Eating Bashan's unique wild fruits for breakfast is also a unique taste.

After finishing the meal, Luyang Zhenren took out the Shennong Ding, handed it to Yu Qingqiu, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Qingyi, you don't have to go with you, right?" Luyang Zhenren looked at Lin Qingyi and said.

"No, Master, how dangerous it is for her to come back alone, how lonely she is on the road, I'd better accompany her. Seeing Zhuo Yifan and Huya beside her, Lin Qingyi changed her previous practice of calling Yu Qingqiu her senior sister, and instead used the word "she".

Seeing that Luyang Zhenren didn't answer immediately, Lin Qingyi tugged at his wide sleeves and kept shaking.

"Master, Master......"

"Okay, you're the best at coquettishness, pay attention to safety on the road, and come back early after finishing your errands. Luyang Zhenren admonished.

"Yes!" Yu Qingqiu and Lin Qingyi replied happily.

Then the four of them rushed to Zhuo Jian Villa non-stop.

The mood of the four of them going back was much happier than when they came. For Yu Qingqiu and Lin Qingyi, Luyang Zhenren did not blame him for sneaking out, and his previous worries disappeared. For Zhuo Yifan and Huya, they had been worried about whether they could borrow the tripod before they came to Bashan in the future, but now that they have really borrowed it, their hanging hearts have finally fallen to the ground.

Fifteen days later, after sleeping in the open air, the four of them hurried to Zhuojian Villa.

The early morning sun shone into Zhuojian Villa, and the originally crowded courtyard now became deserted, only the morning breeze blew up scattered dead leaves, which did not want to fall on the branches.

Because it is a major event of sword casting, the owner of the village, Zhuo Song, has already made a rule that in the days of sword casting, whether it is the children of the villa or the miscellaneous servants of the villa, except for the necessary things of daily life, they are not allowed to walk around in the villa, let alone make loud noises and frolic and play.

As a result, there was a tense and solemn atmosphere throughout the villa, and everyone was mentally preparing for the casting of a new sword.

"Smack......

Zhuo Yifan jumped off the couch, he got dressed, and his face looked excited, even though it was the first time in his history that he voluntarily got up early.

Because his father had instructed him yesterday to do another ceremony for the opening of the furnace to cast a new sword, although he had done it once before, but he had melted several flying meteorites and not melted them down, Zhuo Song thought that the piety of casting the sword was not enough, and the strange power still had to be believed.

More importantly, his father wants to help him melt the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff, which is a task given to him by Zen Master Huiyuan of Bodhi Temple, and it is likely that he will test whether he is sincere and qualified to become his disciple, and he must not be lazy. Therefore, two important events happened on the same day today, and the importance of today is self-evident, so he naturally did not dare to neglect it.

He stretched as he opened the door with a sigh of relief.

At this time, I saw the little monk Huya, who was already standing in the courtyard.

"Senior Brother Huya, you got up so early!" Zhuo Yifan stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Today, I have to complete the task assigned by the master, so I have to get up early. Huya said.

"It's just you, they won't have gotten up yet, right?" Zhuo Yifan looked back, but didn't see Yu Qingqiu and Lin Qingyi.

"Who didn't get up!" a strange voice came from the backyard.

Zhuo Yifan, who heard the sound, stuck out his tongue at the little monk with tiger teeth, and said in a low voice: "Hey, I hit a thorn early in the morning, so it's better to talk less." ”

Huya shook his head and smiled speechlessly, he was no longer surprised by the constant pinching of the two.

Zhuo Song heard a sound outside the court, so he walked out of the hall.

He was the first to rise, and on such an important day, in order to show his importance to the matter of sword forging, he bathed in incense and prayed, and then changed into a new robe before coming out. (To be continued.) )