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The old man abruptly withdrew his palm and shook his head again and again: "No, no, if I give it to you, it will hurt you." If you are infected with cause and effect, it will be difficult to become an immortal.

Li Xianyuan was stunned for a moment, and said: "...... Then senior, please return the scroll of poetry to me. ”

"This ......" The old man looked down at the scroll in his left hand, and then at the exercises in his right palm.

Li Xianyuan said again: "The old immortal doesn't have to worry, if anyone asks, he will only say that he picked it up from a ruined cave mansion, and everything has nothing to do with you." ”

"Hmph, old fellow, I'm not the kind of person who cares about reputation. The old man snorted, and his eyes rolled: "But you kid said so, this ginseng gong will be given to you." Give it to you again, and crush it when you are in danger. If I'm less than 10,000 miles away from you, I'll have time to rush over and help you. ”

The old man handed out the exercises, and took out a jade plaque and handed it to him.

Counting this piece, he already has four jade plates, which is almost enough to open a jade shop.

Li Xianyuan took it together, and said in confusion: "Ginseng Gong?"

"Ahem...... the old man coughed dryly again and again, a little embarrassed: "This exercise was originally a celebrity ginseng, and I changed it because I thought it was ugly, old guy."

"......" looked down, and really saw that the handwriting was quite new, and it was incompatible with the inner page of the exercises.

"Then let's call it ginseng gong, it sounds more appropriate. ”

"This thing is yours, and no one cares about you if you call it Wild Ball Fist. The old man threw out a sentence, put away the scroll of poetry like a treasure, bent his legs slightly, and wanted to fly away.

"Seniors stay. Li Xianyuan suddenly shouted.

The old man did not fly, but jumped on the spot. looked at Li Xianyuan vigilantly, when he wanted to repent: "Don't think about it!"

"The seniors misunderstood. Li Xianyuan gave up. "The low mountain before, the carriage is still on the mountain. I would like to ask my senior to untie the reins and set it free. ”

"Easy to do. ”

The old man turned around, stepped lightly under his feet, jumped again, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Li Xianyuan: "Boy, you really have nothing else to do." ”

"No, seniors walk slowly. ”

The old man turned his head suspiciously, stepped lightly under his feet, turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

After more than ten breaths, Li Xianyuan retracted his gaze and lowered his head to open the ginseng gong. A line of law decisions and acupuncture point maps come into view.

Hastily flipped through it, and put the exercises in his arms, Li Xianyuan came to the stream to wash his face, the rippled stream reflected, and he saw the thin slit on his forehead, like a closed eye.

Li Xianyuan thought that Mingtang hadn't gone to see it yet, so he closed his eyes by the stream and entered Mingtang.

"Yellow Crane Tower" is in the middle. Looking up at the void, there was a bright and bright star between the stars, a few points smaller than the moon. The majestic aura pervaded, as if the entire star was transformed by the aura of the mighty.

Looking back at the ravines in the wall, they are still the same—and I can't say that. Li Xianyuan noticed that the gap quietly recovered a few points. I want to write a hundred more ghost poems, and this ravine can be restored.

The ghost poem is like this? I searched for a circle, and there was no other change. Li Xianyuan groaned. Immediately, it was slammed.

I take it for granted. It is useless to be a scholar, and the scholar here is only a lot of heroic energy, and it can only have some effect on demons and monsters. Even if it is condensed into a sword, it is not as good as a monk's flying sword.

Not everyone is like themselves, extravagantly using poetry against the enemy. Most of them still use Haoran's qi, or condense their tongues.

Exiting the Ming Hall, Li Xianyuan rubbed the ink line in the court, and hid it with a thought, staring at this, it was too eye-catching.

Leaned over to drink the spring, rubbed off the water stains on his lips, took the burden on his back and went down the low mountain with Li Xianyuan, and went straight to the Pure Yang Sect along the bustling official road.

……

Yangqing Peak is more than 600 zhang high, and the mountain occupies dozens of miles in circumference, with tens of thousands of disciples. If you walk, you can't find it even when it's dark. Li Xianyuan followed the script, found an inner disciple to lead the way, and finally came to the master's chic mansion at noon.

Seeing the master again, Ning Jiya was dressed in a red and white robe, with a jade hairpin in her sideburns and a tattooed bag tied around her waist, dignified and elegant. She was slightly surprised, she didn't expect Li Xianyuan to come back so quickly.

"Is it done?" walked to the side, Ning Jiya said lightly.

Li Xianyuan nodded and arched his hand: "I've seen the master." ”

"No need to be polite. Ning Jiya said with a smile: "Master Wei is about to go to Yangxi Peak to ask for elixir, you can also go with me." ”

“…… But for me?"

Ning Jiya bowed her head and had a gentle temperament: "I will ask for the elixir for you to prolong your life first, and then make other plans." ”

"The master doesn't have to be busy, this matter has already been solved. Li Xianyuan slightly modified the matter of writing poems to attract immortals for immortality and told Ning Jiya. He only said that he met the old immortal on the road, taught a martial art, and repaired the broken spiritual root.

Ning Jiya naturally didn't believe it, and when he was a shirk word, her fair-skinned face showed displeasure: "If you enter the door and call the master, you will be my apprentice." Do you call me a master and don't care about you? ”

Li Xianyuan gave his hand: "I don't like to owe favors." Human affection is debt, and there are many debts, which disturbs the quietness. The master can rest assured that the apprentice has his own measure. ”

After that, he chuckled slightly: "There is only one life, and I won't joke with this life if I say anything." ”

Ning Jiya was slightly stunned. Although she has been with Li Xianyuan for a short time, she still understands each other. This little apprentice of his own will not do things that he is not sure of. Although I don't know where he can grasp the problem of dealing with the broken spirit root, he can see that his words are chiseled, and he should be five or six points credible.

Her expression was slightly softened, and she stared at Li Xianyuan softly: "If you have any questions, you must talk to your teacher." ”

Li Xianyuan nodded.

Ning Jiya asked the maid to send Li Xianyuan to the room, but she secretly left Yangqing Peak and went to Yangxi Peak to ask for the pill. No matter what the apprentice says, there is always something that you can't let go of as a master. It's better to ask for it first.

When I returned to the room for a short time, the maid brought some dishes, both meat and vegetarian. Taoists can't help it.

After eating, Li Xianyuan sat on the bed and took out "Ginseng Gong"

On the title page is a diagram of the acupuncture points of the human body, with handwriting attached to it: Dan, Shanye, Yizhi, Shanye. But the way is not right, so the name is Dan. The sky is clear, the earth is peaceful, the valley is profitable, and people are immortal.

Looking back, most of them are cumbersome literary language, and Li Xianyuan frowned slightly. He knew all these words, but if they were put together, he didn't know how to understand them.

The master leads the way in, and the cultivation depends on the individual. Li Xianyuan didn't even enter the door, so naturally he couldn't understand this. It's a joke that the cultivation realm has no teacher. If there is no one to teach and throw the exercises to a beginner, the end will be as bad as possible, and the cultivation will be completely lost, and the worst will be a violent death.

The book was put away, and Li Xianyuan could only wait for Ning Jiya to teach him how to look inside and explain the terminology of the exercises before he could start practicing.

After this room, it was Li Xianyuan's residence. Looking slightly, the room is elegant and antique. On the case, the incense burner is bursting with sandalwood, and a picture scroll hangs on the wall.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and I heard the master's voice

"Xianyuan, bring the third senior brother to see you for the teacher. ”