"Silly boy, why are you so old and still ignorant? You have to persevere. Don't you know that your master will set up an altar tomorrow and ascend to heaven!" Ding Zhenzi said slowly with a smile on his face.
"Ascension?" Lang Shuoyang wiped away the tears that had just shed, and asked happily: "Are you saying that my master, Master Shi Ji, can ascend?"
"Well," Ding Zhenzi put his hands behind his back and looked at the blue sky outside the hall. "It's been twenty years. Your master has been waiting for this day for twenty years. If he succeeds in his ascension this time, our Xianyun Sect will be able to fly."
There will be eighty-one successful Taoists. If he had the Holy Fire Pill, he might have ascended more than ten years ago. How could he wait until today? It's all for you."
A look of shame appeared on Lang Shuoyang's face. He thought of the Holy Fire Pill in his body, and felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart. Why did such a magical bead not react at all despite being in his body? It was as if he was sleeping.
Ding Zhenzi had already walked out of the room. He turned back to Fei'er and said, "Fei'er, let Brother Lang Shuoyang calm down for a while."
"No, I won't, I want to be with brother Lang Shuoyang." Feier said with a small mouth, squatting down and helping Lang Shuoyang pick up the books on the ground.
After a while, Fei'er heard Lang Shuoyang whisper: "Fei'er, can you help me get out of here?"
Fei'er was startled: "Brother Lang Shuoyang, what are you thinking about? The guards here are so tight, how can you escape." Fei'er stretched her head outside and looked at the guards with tiger-like and leopard-like eyes. These guys were not vegetarians.
Fei'er approached Lang Shuoyang and whispered: "If you want to escape, you have to wait until Master Shiji ascends."
Lang Shuoyang has never had a dream, and he doesn't know why he dreams. Last night he had a dream. He dreamed that a man wearing a baby mask came to kill him. This man was a ghost.
Lang Shuoyang had never seen Guisha, and he didn't know if he was alive. There was no news about him in Moyun Sect, and the outside world didn't know if he was still alive. When Lang Shuoyang woke up from his dream, it was already dawn, and he didn't want to
Dreams at night, open the window.
There was a clear sky outside the window, and a colorful brocade silk floated above the clear sky. The colorful brocade silk rose in the air, flying higher and higher, leaving behind a beam of golden light that quickly disappeared among the clouds.
Lang Shuoyang was surprised by this strange phenomenon when he saw Fei'er hurriedly coming from outside.
"Brother Lang Shuoyang, your master has successfully ascended!" Feier said with a smile, holding Lang Shuoyang's favorite meal in her delicate white hands.
Lang Shuoyang didn't think about eating, so he walked to the window again and stared blankly at the sky. It turned out that what he just saw was the five-color brocade, the master's magic weapon. He didn't expect the master to ascend so quickly.
"Master has ascended, and no one is taking care of me now. Sister Fei'er, please take care, I'm leaving here." Lang Shuoyang turned around and said to Fei'er, his eyes slightly moist.
"But brother Lang Shuoyang, you are a reincarnated fairy. The people on this mountain will not let you go so easily." Feier said and looked outside the door. The two guards with tiger-like eyes and leopard eyes were still guarding outside.
, it seems that he has not relaxed his vigilance because of Shi Ji's ascension.
Lang Shuoyang looked at the sky, closed his eyes again, sighed deeply, went back to bed and lay down without saying a word.
Feier walked up to him and said, "Brother Lang Shuoyang, please eat your food first and let it cool down later."
Lang Shuoyang turned sideways and turned his back to Fei'er. Fei'er also became angry when she saw this. She pouted, stamped her feet, and walked out of the attic.
After Fei'er left that day, she never came to see Lang Shuoyang again, but Lang Shuoyang was a little worried.
After the successful ascension of Master Shiji, the entire Xianyun Mountain and the entire Xianyun Sect were immersed in joy. Many Taoist friends from all over Central Continent came here to join the Xianyun Sect. The new headmaster of the Xianyun Sect, Yuding Taoist
Looking for opportunities to recruit disciples, the number of Xianyun Sect members increased sharply.
Of course, there are also many cultivators with profound knowledge and powerful magic who come to Xianyun Sect. The cultivators from Xianyun Mountain have all gathered here, and Taoist Yuding thought it was time for a competition. He decided to hold one
The sword meeting allows monks from all walks of life to measure the magic weapons and show their ways.
During the sword competition, an expert indeed appeared. His body was thin and his hands were as dry as firewood, but he defeated all the heroes and became the champion of this sword competition. This man has been hiding his face with Qingyun Zi for many years, so no one can see clearly.
No one knows who his eyes are looking at, let alone whether his eyes are gloomy or gray. His chin is very pointed, and his white beard is fluttering in the wind, making people feel that he has a fairy-like air.
The temperament of bones. He has no name, or maybe he got his name after going to Xianyun Mountain. He calls himself Qingyunzi.
After defeating the heroes, Qingyunzi did not ask for any reward, but asked to assist the reincarnated immortals to become talents. Ever since Shiji Zhenren ascended, Lang Shuoyang has been locked in the attic. No one looks at him, no one cares about him. Since
Qingyunzi took the initiative to take care of Lang Shuoyang, and Taoist Master Yuding had no reason to refuse, so he agreed.
Qing Yunzi successfully became Lang Shuoyang's second master. However, Lang Shuoyang's second master did not teach him how to collect qi and refine his body, but taught him writing.
Lang Shuoyang also likes writing. Although he doesn't know how to draw Qi, writing is easy to learn.
Lang Shuoyang slowly felt that his handwriting was getting better and better, but Qingyunzi was very angry and insisted that he make his handwriting more sloppy. When Lang Shuoyang's handwriting was so sloppy that he could not even read it, Qingyunzi laughed:
"Teacher, I am indeed right. You are worthy of the reincarnated immortal spirit. Your understanding is really above everyone else in Xianyun Mountain." As he said this, Qingyunzi touched Lang Shuoyang's hair.
Of course, Lang Shuoyang was very happy to be praised by his master. However, Lang Shuoyang still didn't understand why his master praised him.
Qingyunzi smiled and said: "Child, do you know what you drew? This is a Taoist talisman, a Taoist talisman commonly used by our Taoist priests. Different drawing methods of this talisman, coupled with various spells, have different magical effects.
There are talismans for dispelling diseases and disasters, exorcising evil spirits and subduing demons, and there are five elements talismans for warding off water and fire.”
"Are there really demons in this world?" Lang Shuoyang looked at Qingyunzi seriously.
Qingyunzi was startled at first, then smiled and said: "Of course there are demons. If there are no demons in this world, what is the use of our practice. After you finish learning these three talismans, my teacher will let you go down the mountain to practice. You watch first
.”
As he spoke, Qingyunzi spread yellow paper on the table, dipped it in ink, and moved the pen with his wrist. Quickly and lightly, a talisman had been drawn. Lang Shuoyang took a closer look and saw that the characters on the talisman were the characters he often practiced.
, it was effortless for him to draw it one stroke at a time.
"This talisman is called the demon-fixing talisman. As the name suggests, this talisman can only fix demons. It cannot fix people or other things." Qingyunzi said slowly, and continued to wave the pen in his hand.
"Look, this talisman is called the fire-avoiding talisman." Qingyunzi said while drawing.