How should he help the Ling family solve this problem? Although his status as a core disciple is noble, he has no real rights.
I agreed to Ling Xiu at that time, just because I saw Ling Xiu crying non-stop, and then I softened my heart and agreed.
Now it's too late even if you want to regret it.
Yang Chen shook his head, hesitated back and forth for a while, and then said to himself: "Now that things have come to a point, I can only risk my life, and continue to treat lies as truth."
He first mentioned that Taoist Fufeng was his master, and now he went to find Taoist Fufeng.
Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor doesn't matter so much.
In this way, the next day, Yang Chen got up and went to the place where Taoist Fufeng lived. For this reason, he also made a special inquiry and found out that the place where Taoist Fufeng lived was not the top of Qifeng Peak, but the purple peak of Qifeng.
At the waist of Lin Feng's peak.
This is a place where only these powerful Taoists can live. To practice quietly is a privilege that other disciples and elders do not have.
After all, Taoist-level experts are the real top experts in Xuan Dao Sect.
If you are an ordinary inner disciple, let alone meeting Taoist Fufeng, it would be nice to be close to the place where Taoist Fufeng lives.
Only Yang Chen, the core disciple, had a little more reputation. Even so, he was blocked by the Taoist boy next to Taoist Fufeng.
This boy was born with red lips and white teeth, so he only looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, but his cultivation had reached the level of the Earth Martial Realm.
This is not a strange thing. After all, he is following Taoist Fufeng, and his cultivation level cannot be lowered.
Now the Taoist boy stopped Yang Chen and said gently: "Senior brother Yang Chen, it's not the junior brother who is stopping you, but the master has regulations. No one can break in at will. You'd better go back, lest the master finds out and
He must be furious."
Yang Chen knew the good intentions of this Taoist boy, but he was here today. How could he go back easily without seeing Taoist Fufeng? He said: "Junior brother, you only need to explain to Senior Fufeng that it is me, Yang Chen, who is visiting. If he is willing to meet him,
, is the blessing of my Yang Chen. If he doesn’t want to see it, he can think that my blessing is not enough, and he will leave at that time. Of course, I will not let my junior brother work in vain. These sacred stones are all mine.
It’s a meeting gift for senior brother.”
When he finished speaking, Yang Chen handed over a pack of storage bags.
The Taoist boy didn't take it seriously at first, but when he took it apart and looked at the sacred stone, he couldn't help but take a breath and secretly thought that Yang Chen was really generous.
His original intention was not to help Yang Chen, but because he was short-handed, he could not say anything else. He said respectfully: "Senior brother Yang Chen is so sincere, so I will try my best and ask the master."
"Well, thank you." Yang Chen said.
The Taoist boy then entered the room, and after shouting, it only took a cup of tea. When he came out, the Taoist boy said with a strange expression: "Senior brother Yang Chen, my master asked you to come in, please."
He was very puzzled in his heart. Logically speaking, his master rarely met those disciples, even if the core disciples were the same. Who is this Yang Chen? When he met his master, his master was stunned to agree.
Already.
Yang Chen looked happy, cupped his hands, and entered the room.
When I arrived inside the house, the surrounding environment changed instantly, turning into a paradise scene with falling peach blossoms.
There is a large lake in the center. In the lake, a small boat is parked, and there is a person sitting on the small boat.
This man was sitting cross-legged, wearing a bamboo hat, meditating in meditation, and was silent.
Of course Yang Chen still remembers this person's face. Isn't this person the Taoist Fufeng?
"Master, Yang Chen is here." The Taoist boy continued.
Yang Chen also bowed respectfully: "Junior, pay my respects to Senior Fufeng."
"Xiao Lin, please go down first." Taoist Fufeng didn't open his mouth, and his voice wandered around. Once the voice came out, it was unforgettable and difficult to forget, as if his voice was the Dharma and the Tao.
This made Yang Chen feel a little more respectful, and he did not dare to look directly at Taoist Fufeng.
The Taoist boy's eyebrows stood up and fell back, looking at Yang Chen with a bit of envy. After all, even if he had been a Taoist boy beside Taoist Fufeng for so many years, he still had very few opportunities to be alone with Taoist Fufeng like this.
Less.
After the Taoist boy retreated, Taoist Fufeng said, "Yang Chen, it's been two months since you started."
"It's almost the time." Yang Chen said.
"When you first started, you refused to be accepted as a disciple by us and other Taoists. What happened now that you have figured it out and want to become my disciple?" Taoist Fufeng raised the corner of his mouth: "Little guy, come to my place to become your disciple, yes.
Your best choice."
Obviously, Taoist Fufeng had misunderstood. He subconsciously felt that Yang Chen came here to worship him as his teacher.
This gave Yang Chen a headache.
This was what he was most worried about, but Taoist Fufeng still thought so. How should he respond to this?
Yang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he didn't dare to pretend to be serious, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Senior, this junior came here today not for the purpose of becoming a disciple. I hope seniors don't misunderstand!"
"Oh?" Taoist Fufeng's face darkened, and he immediately said: "Boy, are you trying to amuse me?"
There was a cold wind in his voice, which made people feel scared.
Of course, Yang Chen also heard that Taoist Fufeng was angry again, and he continued: "Senior, don't misunderstand me. Of course, I don't have the guts to entertain you, senior. It's just that I really have no intention of becoming a disciple. It's not that I don't want to become my disciple, but
It is this junior who wants to become a true disciple through his own abilities and shut up some people's mouths. After he becomes a true disciple, he will decide on the choice of master. I swear, if this junior wants to become a master, the master must be you, senior Fufeng."
Although Taoist Fufeng was still a little unhappy, he was not as experienced as Yang Chen.
He could tell that Yang Chen had no intention of becoming his teacher at all. What he said was just nonsense and could not be taken seriously.
But what Yang Chen said was enough, that is, if the other party wanted to become a disciple, the choice of master would be him.
This gave him enough face. As for what Yang Chen was thinking in his heart, it was not important to him.
Taoist Fufeng followed Yang Chen's words and said: "Hmph, you kid is really on par with Taoist Menghen. If you have to rely on your own ability to become a true disciple, I can't care about it. But if you don't want to be a disciple, come to me today.
, what’s the matter?”
Yang Chen continued: "The junior wants to ask the senior to do a favor for the junior. As long as the senior is willing, the junior is willing to make enough contributions!"
"Enough contribution points? Boy, tell me how many contribution points you have." Taoist Fufeng asked: "If you only have a few hundred points, I advise you to go back quickly."
