When Ma Long woke up, he was lying on a strange bed and felt a faint fairy energy fluctuating around him. He quickly realized that it was an enchantment! The entire room was covered by a thin layer of enchantment, completely
Isolated from the outside world.
Where is this? Ma Long felt sore all over and had no strength. His eyes were darting around, looking at him curiously.
This is a very ordinary room, with only simple furniture and furnishings, and no modern electrical appliances. It looks very simple, but not shabby at all.
Ma Long moved his head, turned to look in another direction, and saw an old man sitting on a mahogany chair, squinting his eyes, looking drowsy. His face was sallow, and even Ma Long was far away
Everyone could see that his physical condition was very bad.
Except for the old man, there was no one else in the house.
"You're awake..." the old man said slowly after Ma Long sat up.
"Yes." Ma Long sat up straight against the head of the bed, and felt another pain all over his body. He remembered that he was captured by a goblin, and later met a kind-hearted cultivator who intercepted him halfway, and then fell unconscious. He looked up
Looking at the old man, he asked, "Did you save me?"
The old man said slowly: "Yes, I happened to pass by at that time and saved you. But your injuries were very serious and you almost lost your life. Although you are fine now, you still need to slowly recover for a week."
"Thank you, old man, for saving me." Ma Long tilted his body and said sincerely, thinking that this old man could save him from the powerful monster. Compared with his cultivation, he was very impressive, but he didn't know the old man's identity. "I
...Have you been unconscious for a long time?"
"Well, today happens to be the seventh day. If you don't wake up in another two days, I'm afraid you will never wake up."
"Oh..." Ma Long secretly sweated for himself, but luckily he woke up in time.
He looked at the old man again and saw that his physical condition was very bad and he seemed to have been seriously injured. Although he had lost an important memory, he could still think that the injuries on the old man's body might have been caused when he was saving himself.
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Ma Long asked cautiously: "Old man, you are still seriously injured. Doesn't it matter? Was it the injury you sustained while fighting with the goblin when you rescued me?"
The old man finally opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was closing his eyes just now to regulate the immortal energy in his body. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with light, and the immortal energy in his body slowly overflowed and injected into the surrounding enchantment.
, the barrier that was a little weak just now has regained its vitality.
"You're right, I got injured while fighting those goblins." The old man faced Ma Long and asked doubtfully, "Let me ask you, do you know those goblins?"
Ma Long shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then why do they come all the way to the human world to catch you?" the old man asked again in confusion.
Ma Long hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should tell the story of his previous adventure. He glanced at the old man again and saw that he did not have any malice and was his savior, so Ma Long told the story of what he had encountered before.
The White Ox ate its golden elixir, and began to practice speaking, until he talked about the disaster he had suffered seven days ago.
"Oh...it turns out that the White Bull Demon King is dead..." The old man pondered for a long time, "There are only two of the Twelve Demon Lords left now. God is wise."
Twelve demon kings? Ma Long listened to the old man's murmurings, and then asked: "What are those demons like? I think they are very powerful."
"It's quite powerful." The old man briefly introduced the Twelve Demon Lords and their names back then. "In short, if you eat the golden elixir left by the White Bull Demon Lord after he encountered the thunder tribulation, the remaining
The two demon kings will not give up and will look for you again at any time."
"What should we do!?" Ma Long was secretly surprised after hearing the old man's introduction. He didn't expect that he had accidentally provoked such a powerful character. Although there are only two of them left now, even if there is one left, it is not
Malone can handle it now.
The old man faced him and smiled slightly: "What to do, I think it's easy to do. If you stay here with us, the remaining two demon kings, even if they have great abilities, will not dare to come to our Lingshan Mountain in the East China Sea to catch you.
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"Uh... Excuse me, where is this place?" Ma Long suddenly remembered that he still didn't know where he was, "What is Lingshan Mountain in the East China Sea?"
The old man said slowly: "This is the Yin Sect, one of the nine major sects. I was the leader of the previous generation, and now I have entered the Elder Pavilion."
"Oh." Ma Long nodded, thinking that the supreme leader originally wanted to invite him to join their hidden sect, but... "Old man, to be honest, before I met you, I met you at a gathering of casual cultivators.
I met a former elder who claimed to be an airbender, and he also invited me to join their airbender, and now you invite me to join the Yinzong, this..."
The old man chuckled: "The young man has kept his promise. The president and I met seven days ago. Since he asked me to take you back to our hermit sect, he has tacitly allowed you to join us. I heard from him that your name seems to be Ma Long.
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"Yes, my name is Ma Long." Ma Long lowered his head and said seriously, "In that case, I will join the Yin Sect, practice immortality, and repay the Supreme Leader for his life-saving grace."
"Well, that's good." The old man nodded, stopped talking, and said straightforwardly, "Actually, I intend to accept you as my disciple. Are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"
Ma Long was shocked. He didn't expect that the Supreme Master would actually accept him as his disciple. He got down from the bed with the pain on his body, walked up to the old man on both hands and feet, and kowtowed to him.
"Master, please bow to me as a disciple." He said, kowtowing repeatedly. It was a great honor for Mr. Ma Long to be able to worship the Supreme Master as his teacher.
The old man stretched out his hand and pushed, and a fairy spirit dragged Ma Long up. "Ma Long, get up first and listen to me carefully. I don't have much time, but I have to tell you a few words..."
"Master..." Ma Long stepped forward and helped the old man. The old man waved his hand and continued,
"Listen, although I have accepted you as my disciple, I have no time or opportunity to teach you personally. Your body is a pure yang body. You need to find a woman with a pure yin body before the age of thirty. This matter does not matter.
Don't worry, I have already asked my disciples to help you, I believe there will be news within a year."
"Thank you Master"
The old man coughed several times and said with a serious face: "Remember, don't tell anyone about the fact that you took the demon elixir from the White Bull Demon Lord, so as not to arouse the villain's concern. Also, since you have eaten the demon elixir,
In Jun's elixir, the mental method you practice should be the authentic mental method of Jie Jiao. You can only practice this mental method secretly in your room, and you cannot let anyone know about it, including other disciples of our Yin Sect."
"Why?" Ma Long blurted out.
"Don't ask so many questions." The old man continued, "Our Yin Sect is a human religion, so we will naturally teach you the authentic mental methods of human religion. You also need to practice this well. In other words, you must practice both mental methods well.
, you can get twice the result with half the effort, and you will naturally know the beauty of it later.”
Although Ma Long was full of doubts, he still promised his master: "Yes, I understand."
"You have to practice well here in the sect and don't live up to the expectations of your master..." As he said that, the old man sighed, thinking that he would have no regrets if he could accept a closed-door disciple with good qualifications before his death.
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Looking at Ma Long's figure with a bit of reluctance in his eyes, his body gradually felt empty, and even the figure in front of him became blurry. Finally, the old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.
