Wu Zhou.

Ningzhou, Dongyang County, north of Langyu County.

The green mountains are hazy, the clouds and smoke are misty. From afar, there are clouds, dragons, water and fish passing by, like a few strokes of light ink, and the artistic conception is vividly displayed on the paper.

Although it is not a sacred vein of the Immortal Mountain, it is rich in spiritual bamboos. It is also named Jiuzhu Mountain because of the nine peaks of the mountain. It is a little famous in Ningzhou.

Go up the moss and stone steps in the forest, and you can find an inconspicuous Taoist temple in an inconspicuous mountain peak.

After being blown by wind and rain, the exterior wall of the Taoist temple wandered around, the plaque disappeared, the front yard was covered with weeds, and a lush green plant pot arched in the center...

If you look closely, you will find that this is not a bonsai at all, but a tripod-shaped incense burner that has been occupied by green plants for many years without anyone taking care of it.

If you take back your previous words, this Taoist temple is not inconspicuous, at least the mottled traces left by time can be seen everywhere.

"A disciple, the time is approaching, and I will be in my life soon. I will give you a few last words, listen carefully..."

Under the old tree in the backyard, one old and one green sat on the ground. The old Taoist hair was young and her face was refreshed and stroked her goatee's beard: "No need to be sad. It's normal for birth, old age, sickness and death, don't do some crying postures."

Opposite, the young man raised his hand and touched the corner of his slightly fucked eyes, and focused his head: "Okay."

"Don't worry, although I haven't had much time to go, I have sent you a message to my senior sister Bai Jin. She will give you some advice on your practice. Thirty years ago, she was the first disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect. I want to come now..."

"When it comes to Lingxiao Sword Sect, it's a pity. If it weren't for the fact that a senior brother who was not careful and seriously injured in the head of the sect, he would definitely have to go back and take a look before his death."

"Forget it, time has changed, I say that these things are there and there are nothing..."

“…”

An hour later, the young man blinked in confusion, looked at the dying person who was still talking endlessly, and secretly moved his stiff legs and feet.

Hell, I said I could give you a few last words, but why did you become more and more energetic?

Is it really a hell?

"By the way, disciple."

Perhaps because he realized that he was talking too much nonsense, the old Taoist clenched his fist and coughed slightly, and said with a serious expression: "I know that it is not your wish to be a disciple. You have any grudges about this matter, but I did not lie to you. With your qualifications, it would be a pity not to cultivate immortals."

The young man grinned, forgave him that he had been honest and witty since he was a child. It was obvious that the old Taoist stepped into the coffin with half his foot. He knew that there was not much time, so he randomly selected a lucky audience.

And he happened to be close to him.

"By the way, disciple, be your teacher..."

The old Taoist coughed several times in a row, raising his sleeve to cover half of his old face: "Time is in a hurry. I was in a hurry to go on my way before, and forgot to ask about your name... Uh, what is your name?"

Lu Bei: "..."

In no hasty, just looking back at the revolving lanterns of the past, you left for two hours in one breath.

"Sage?!"

"Lu Bei."

"A good name, I will cultivate my master. I am the head of the Yuhua Sect of Sanqingfeng, Jiuzhushan. After I die, you will inherit the position of the head."

The old Taoist said with embarrassment, raised his hand and pointed it around, trying to reorganize his previous seriousness: "I believe you have already seen it, disciple, that this place is the outstanding people and the Yuhua Sect of Sanqing Peak, and you will be the master of your family from today."

Lu Bei: "..."

So, Renjie is talking about him, and does the earth spirit mean lush vegetation?

If so, it would be difficult for him to refute.

Obviously, Mo Buxiu's struggle was futile. When the master and apprentice reported their names to each other, there was no serious atmosphere, and this powerful Yuhua Gate made the atmosphere extremely awkward.

The master and apprentice stared for a long time, and then Mo Buxiu explained that he was very happy and had been practicing and walking around for many years, so it was very reasonable and logical to grow grass at home.

"Okay, disciple, don't talk nonsense, I really don't have much time to be a master."

Seeing that Lu Bei was running away, Mo Buxiu took out a Qiankun bag from his arms, grabbed his hand and stuffed it over, and said quickly: "The master's mark and land deed are here. There is also a [Feal Breathing and Qi Replenishment Method] in it, which is obtained by the master in the west of Kunlun. Although this book is a different sword, its intention is extremely high. It is one of the rare books in the world. The master's level is too high and it can no longer be practiced. You have just started, and it is..."

Halfway through the conversation, Mo Bu Xiu's eyes were scattered, and he grabbed Lu Bei's hand and silenced.

Lu Bei couldn't believe it for a moment. He was still energetic just now and was swaying for two hours. Mo Buxiu said nothing, and raised his hand and placed it under his nose.

This try!

Bang!

Mo Buxiu patted Lu Bei's hand and took a deep breath: "Continue, where did you just say it? By the way, although I haven't had much time, I have sent you to your senior sister Bai Jin, what's going on in cultivation... Hey, why is this Qiankun bag in your hands?"

Lu Bei: "..."

"Oh, I remembered it, this has been said!"

Mo Buxiu suddenly realized and slapped his forehead hard: "Look at my master's brain, I'm not moving before I die."

If you are more forceful, you may really not move!

Lu Bei rolled his eyes. If he hadn't resisted on the way he came, he found that he could not beat him, so he would have to punch Mo Buxiu in the face.

But forget it, the dead are the most important, and everyone who practices rounding up is basically dead. He is a living person, and it is purely self-inflicted to have a lot of fun in his own way.

"A disciple, although you cannot teach you how to practice, cultivating immortality is not just about practicing. There is a saying here for you to keep in mind."

Mo Buxiu took out a wooden box from the Qiankun bag and put it in Lu Bei's hand: "You must not have the intention to harm others, and you must be careful of others. Keep this book [Feal Breathing and Qi Replenishment Technique] well, don't tell others, even your senior sister, don't say it."

What does it mean, senior sister is not a good person?

Lu Bei frowned, nodded without saying anything, and stuffed the book in the wooden box into his arms in front of Mo Buxiu.

"In this way, I have no regrets for my teacher except..."

As he said that, Mo Buxiu stared at Lu Bei without blinking: "Disciple, have you noticed that you have never called me Master after you became a disciple!"

When he was stared at by the affectionate eyes, Lu Bei hit a chill. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he saw a lot of greasiness in this look.

For a moment, my whole body was in a bad mood.

Thinking about the process of being forced to become a disciple, I feel unwilling to do so. Then I think that there is really not much time to practice. Now it is very likely that I will be a rebirth. If I delay for a while, the other party will die with regret.

Strangely pitiful.

Finally, facing the expectant gaze, Lu Bei took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice:

"Master."

"Okay! OK! OK..."

Mo Buxiu applauded, then lowered his head with a smile, and no longer moved.

Lu Bei: "..."

As a lesson from the past, he was not sure whether history could be repeated. He waited for a moment before reaching out to test Mo Buxiu's breath.

Unexpectedly, when the fingertips were still as wide as the width of the slap, the old Taoist body quickly became sandy and his whole body scattered into white gray.

Lu Bei was stunned, and the wooden box beside him rolled up a cyclone and put the white ash into the box. After a few breaths, the funeral was completed, and the banquet was just around the end.

"This is, it's..."

Lu Bei choked for a moment: "It's... convenient."

He put away the Qiankun bag, picked up the wooden box and turned it around in the Taoist temple. After searching for it for several years, he finally found a wooden table for worship in the dilapidated main house.

The wall at the rear looks quite solid, and the roof doesn't seem to collapse suddenly. It's just that it's not the time to come, and there are already residents under the table.

A nest of foxes rushed out suddenly, screaming for a while, trying to scare away the uninvited guests with their number advantage.

However, it was useless. After Lu Bei stomped his feet suddenly, the four foxes immediately stopped their voices and ran away, drilled into the hole in the wall and disappeared into the forest.

"The foxes in this world can cultivate into monsters and drive away this wave of residents. Could there be a vixen coming to seduce me tonight, right?" Lu Bei put down the wooden box, thinking about the carelessness before, thinking that he could not carry his shoulders and could not lift them. The standard template for weak scholars, how to spend the night in the mountain is really a difficult problem.

Go down the mountain?

It is impossible to go down the mountain. When I came, I saw it clearly on the road. The stone steps on the mountain are rugged and steep, which is very unfriendly to him who suffers from acrophobia.

The most important thing is that he is very hungry.

After trying to open the Qiankun bag but failed, Lu Bei miserably discovered that he was trapped on the mountain. The only ones he could count on was the only vixen who came back tonight to fight against the revenge of Senior Sister Bai.

"I hope my senior sister will come soon..."

Lu Bei muttered, closed his eyes and opened the panel information.

Name: Lu Bei

Race: Human

Template: NPC

Level: 3

Experience: 250/900

Cultivation: 30/30

Life: 22/30 (hunger, frightened, fatigue)

Main occupation: None

Associate occupation: Farmer Lv1

Attributes: Strength 2, Speed ​​3, Spirit 3, Endurance 3, Charm 3, Lucky 3

Rating: Please be a little clear about it, what good comments are there!
Chapter completed!