Until he was sitting in the palace in Meishan, until Yun Ziyi, who was covered with gauze, ran in and touched his forehead and called him a little thief.

Li Xiuyuan sighed softly, looked at her and smiled: "It's great to see you here."

Yun Ziyi looked at him and screamed: "Shura, you went to the ancient ruins, why are your face and hands tanned? Your hair is gone?"

Speaking of this, Yun Ziyi ignored the presence of the master and the old monk and continued to shout: "How come you have become like the young monk?"

Li Xiuyuan's thoughts were a little confused at this time, and he didn't listen to what she said at all.

But I thought that instead of returning to Zhufeng, I actually came to the legendary Meishan Mountain.

Isn't this the arrangement of his master? Or did the old Taoist priest know the cause and effect between himself and the female saint, so he kicked himself to the top of the snow mountain?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shake my head and sighed.

Looking at Qu Ziyi, he replied seriously: "I was hit by a thunderbolt in the ruins... and I looked like this when I woke up."

"Hit a thunder?" Yun Ziyi sat down in front of the master, reached out to light the stove on the table, and carried a pot of snow water to put it on.

He chuckled and said: "Master, the little thief has done so many bad things that even God can't stand it anymore..."

"Stop your temper, there are still guests here!"

Yun Tianhong frowned slightly, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "What kind of disaster did you survive this time?"

The old monk looked at the group of people in front of him quietly without speaking.

Monk Buli thought for a moment and then asked: "Could it be what you said before...the power of the Buddhist body? Do you think you have already cultivated to the state of transcending tribulations..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two saints of the snow mountain in front of him, Monk Buli and Yun Ziyi, still a little confused.

I couldn't think of a suitable metaphor for a while.

His voice was hoarse and he replied: "This junior is a Buddha's formless golden body, but due to changes in the ruins, he somehow ended up on the Meishan Mountain..."

After thinking for a while, he said seriously to Yun Ziyi: "My dear Li Xiuyuan, it turned out that he once practiced in Tianyun Mountain... The former Shura has died on the ancient Tianshan Mountain."

After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan gently took off the mask on his face.

Looking at Monk Buli, he smiled and said, "I feel ashamed to say that only Buli has seen what I looked like before..."

When Yun Ziyi heard this, she felt even more annoyed. She looked at him and yelled: "It turns out that you are a fake after being around for a long time?"

Are you a fake? Li Xiuyuan ignored her, but stood up and bowed deeply to the ground with Yun Tianhong and the old monk.

He said seriously: "This junior has always heard about the female saint of Meishan Mountain and the holy monk of Xuefeng Mountain. Today I can see their true appearance, and I feel really happy..."

Yun Ziyi waved her hand impatiently and was about to say something, but Yun Tianhong glared at her, scaring her so much that she dared not say a word.

I know that the days are long, and I will wait for the old monk to leave, and then I will take care of you slowly.

Yun Tianhong looked at him and smiled lightly: "This is not the first time that you and I have met. So, now you plan to resume your status as a disciple of Tianyun Mountain?"

Li Xiudi shook his head and said softly: "The fate between this junior and Tianyun Mountain was already inseparable that day in Baixue City. Naturally, Rui will not think about going back to practice..."

Yun Tianhong nodded, thought for a moment and then asked: "If this is the case, would you like to be my disciple, or go to the Xuefeng Mountain opposite to practice?"

Although Yun Tianhong already had the answer in his heart, looking at the unfazed young man in front of him, he still wanted to keep him in Meishan.

Even if you don't want to be your own disciple, you can just be the old monk's disciple.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the gradually boiling snow water in front of Yun Ziyi, shook his head and said: "Junior has told you before that although I have left Tianyun Mountain, my two masters are still there..."

The old monk looked at him and sighed, and said: "You have done more in practicing Buddhism than you did in Bulihua. Why don't you consider staying on Xuefeng Mountain for some time?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "I would like to ask the holy monk for advice on the confusion about the way of Buddhism."

At present, in addition to becoming a disciple, Li Xiudi also wants to practice quietly for some days in either Meishan or Xuefeng Mountain.

In his opinion, the opportunity before him is rare. If he waits to return to Loulan, he may not be able to calm down for many years.

Not only was the Wang family in Loulan a problem, but he also saw some dangers in the three people of Qiuyunshan, Gongye Wuji.

Even if Laogui saves Gongye Wuji's life, in his opinion, he will only accept the favor of the old turtle who lived in the wilderness.

The grudge between the two will probably become deeper and deeper as time goes by.

Yun Tianhong didn't expect that he would be so gentle and calm, and reject her kind offer without any trace.

I couldn't help but look at the old monk and exchanged secretly: "This guy went to the ancient times. Why did he come back so heavy-minded, and even his words were so sharp?"

The old monk did not answer her words, but looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "After spring, let Buli learn wine making with you, and when you return to Loulan, let him follow you too..."

"Why is this?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk and asked in confusion: "That day, I was discussing Taoism with Buli in the mountains, so that he would not have to step on the muddy waters of the world anymore since he had let go of everything in the world."

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of another reason for Monk Buli to join the world.

After all, Fu Li is now at the Fusion Realm. If he enters the world again, he will be hard-pressed to meet an opponent, and it will not be of any help to his cultivation.

The old monk Yuntian Hongyan didn't reply to his words, so he wasn't upset at all.

Instead, he put some cold plum tea into the pot, poured boiling water into it, and poured a cup of tea for the three of them.

He said calmly: "Drink tea first."

Li Xiuyuan smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms and couldn't help but said: "It would be too wasteful to drink such a spiritual tea into the belly of this junior..."

The old monk didn't expect Li Xiuyuan to comment so much on the spiritual tea in front of him, and he was a little surprised.

He picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and took a sip.

Looking at him, he said: "The murderous aura in Buli's body is too strong. It will be extremely difficult for him to step into the realm of mortal transformation one day..."

In front of Yun Ziyi, the old monk had no intention of hiding anything from Meishan disciples.

After all, he and Yun Tianhong both came from the same sect, and they both hoped that their disciples would one day enter the realm of mortal transformation.

At least one disciple must be found to carry on the mantle of both of them.

When Yun Tianhong heard this, he was stunned and speechless.

She had already thought highly of the young man in front of her before, but she never thought that her senior brother would throw away the important matter of the monk transforming into a mortal before he met Li Xiuyuan.

How could this be his senior brother? He was clearly an irresponsible master?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh and said: "I thought that the senior brothers would teach me this truth personally...but when I look closer, I don't seem to have any good ideas. Could it be..."

The old monk looked at her and comforted her: "I have taught Bu Li a whole winter, but he still can't get rid of the murderous aura in his body."

Yun Ziyi was confused by what the master and the old monk said and did not dare to interrupt.

I could only hold my chin up and stare blankly at the four people in front of me.

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Looking at the two saints, he smiled bitterly and said: "Junior made the two seniors laugh. I myself have not yet stepped into the realm of mortal transformation. How can I teach you the way to transform into mortals?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "We will discuss this matter slowly in a few days. You just need to think of a way to remove the murderous aura from my disciple?"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment and then said: "That's all? Ignore his way of practice?"

The old monk replied with a slightly strange expression: "Don't pay attention to his cultivation. If you don't get rid of the murderous intention, I'm afraid his cultivation will never catch up with you..."

How could the saint's wisdom be understood by Li Xiuyuan at the moment?

The old monk did not say that Buli Nenghan was trying to catch up with him, but he regarded Li Xiuyuan as the target of his disciple's pursuit.

Set a clear, visible and attainable goal for Buli.

Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and thought for a long time before continuing to ask: "How many years will it take?"

The old monk said quietly: "Ten years is not a short time, and a hundred years is not a long time. As long as he can get rid of his murderous aura, it will be worth it no matter how long it takes."

Yun Tianhong looked at his senior brother quietly with his wonderful eyes, and murmured: "Senior brother, are you a little impatient?"

In her opinion, when Bu Li reaches the peak of his cultivation of the combined state, then talking about the matter in front of him, similarity is the normal method of practice.

"No rush, no rush at all." The old monk sighed and said leisurely: "Even the fish outside my house are afraid of him. How will he step into the realm of mortal transformation in the future?"

Monk Buli couldn't help laughing when he saw Li Xiuyuan's troubled appearance. He couldn't help but sigh when he remembered the scene of his master fishing.

He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Brother, you have to do this for me."

Looking at the half cup of spiritual tea in his hand and smelling the faint cold fragrance, Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he rubbed his cheek and said quietly: "This matter is not urgent. Let me think about it carefully."

The old monk nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "The beginning of spring will take about ten days, so there is no rush."

After Yun Tianhong was silent for a moment, he said quietly: "After talking about the important things about your master and apprentice, it's my turn now... Li Xiuyuan, do you want to try making a box of spiritual tea by yourself?!"

Li Xiuyuan was shocked and thought that if he could make a box of Hanmei Lingcha with his own hands, it would be a great opportunity.

In this way, I am afraid that those guys from the Wild Heaven Territory and even the group of people from the Shura Heaven Territory can... Thinking of this, a look of shock finally appeared on his face.

Thinking of this, he quickly nodded and said: "This junior is willing to serve the female saint."

Yun Tianhong looked at him and said calmly: "This long field is full of winter plums. Tomorrow you go to pick flowers first... Let Ziyi go with you..."

Yun Ziyi was happy when she heard this, looked at him and said seriously: "Little thief, I will teach you how to pick flowers first, and in spring you have to teach me how to make wine..."

Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly and didn't know what to say for a moment.
To be continued...