Within a few days, Chen Changan was able to walk on the ground, although his body was still extremely weak, but there was no problem in taking care of his daily life. However, Chen Changan still sat cross-legged in the courtyard, trying to feel the aura of heaven and earth again, but he couldn't sense anything.

The old man looked at it in his eyes and nodded secretly, as long as he didn't lose hope of living, what if the old man gave you another creation?

"Chang'an, come here!"

When the young man heard the sound, he turned around and called out to the master, and obediently ran over to the master.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Then Zheng Fuguang struck through your dantian with one palm, shattering your veins, making it impossible for you to store the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so that you can no longer condense your talent and embark on the path of cultivation." Not only that, but his palm also interrupted your path to immortality and made your life pass. ”

"I've only slowed down the passage of life by using a little bit of trickery, and if you can't control it effectively, you'll only have seven or eight years to live. ”

When the boy heard this, he was a little disappointed in his heart, is there really no way, I still want to find my father.

The old man noticed the young man's expression and said slowly: "If it is an ordinary monk of the Nine Veins Realm, it can also help you restore the dantian, but whether you can reunite the veins is two words, let alone repair the path of immortality." Fortunately, the old man is not an ordinary monk, I once set foot on the top of the mountain and had a glimpse of the realm of the Pulse God, so I naturally have a way to help you. ”

The young man could not hide the hope in his eyes at this time, but after contemplating for a moment, he timidly asked his master: "Master, what kind of price does it take?"

The old man gently rubbed the young man's head, smiled slightly, and said, "If the real Pulse God Realm does this, you really don't have to pay any price, and with the old man's realm, you don't have to worry too much." ”

There seemed to be tears rolling in the young man's eyes, and he asked, "Will you die?"

The old man slapped the young man on the head and laughed angrily: "Stinky boy, what about the curse master's return to heaven? Are you still the old man's single disciple?"

The young man laughed happily, but he didn't know the sigh in his heart, "Although the master will not die because of this, the master has no way to live." ”

When the old man saw the young man's smile, he seemed to feel a lot better, and said, "Chang'an, if you are ready, then let's start here!"

The young man nodded firmly, sat cross-legged according to the master's instructions, pinched a strange seal in his hand, and meditated.

The old man did not hesitate, the golden lines rose from the dantian, weaved into a rune on the chest, and then spread to the whole body, covering the whole body in the blink of an eye.

With a wave of his sleeves, Yuan Tiansui, a Qingfeng Daoist, shrouded the courtyard under the enchantment to prevent being disturbed and snooped on. He whispered softly: "I will continue the immortal life for my disciples, and I will enter the fairy realm again today!"

Suddenly, the golden light was everywhere, the young man was like a spring breeze, and Yuan Tiansui, a Qingfeng Daoist, stepped on the realm of the veins and gods.

The old man stroked the top of the young man's head with one hand and shouted softly: "Go!"

The boy's consciousness temporarily drifted away into an unknown space, surrounded by gold.

"Apprentice", the young man looked back, it turned out to be the master, but at this time the master was like a tall statue, sitting cross-legged, standing up to the sky, just ......

"Master, how do you ......?"

The body that seemed to be as big as heaven and earth looked at his golden body full of holes, and said, "Chang'an, don't worry, the old man was injured before, and the golden body is so full of holes, it won't get in the way." You stay in my sea of knowledge, and when I rebuild your path to eternal life, you can go back!"

Chen Changan stopped talking, just deflated his mouth, as if he was about to cry, but he had no tears in his soul state. Sitting cross-legged, he had only shed tears in front of his parents' graves, but he burst into tears.

Even in the master's sea of knowledge, the young man could vaguely perceive the situation of his body, and there was no great pain, but there was something strange in the dantian.

The tall golden body opened his mouth and said: "Chang'an, the teacher has never taught you a move and a half, because everyone's talent is different, so the moves are different, the old man's talent is the simplest wind control, and it is indeed one of the most powerful talents, all the people born in our Wind Continent are born with the wind, so the wind control cultivation to the advanced realm, in addition to controlling the wind and air flow, is also able to control anything with the wind attribute, so it is powerful." ”

"Although you are clumsy as a teacher, you can't see your original talent, but if you can use your wind control talent, then you must be able to cultivate my two sleeves of clear wind. ”

After speaking, a golden point of light floated towards the center of Chen Changan's soul eyebrows, and instantly blended into it, forcibly squeezing a sentence of text into his mind, as if a young man had been cultivating for thousands of years, it seemed that he could use it at will.

The young man was still silent in pain, and even knelt on his knees, bowed to his disciples, and refused to get up.

The golden body waved his hand and lifted the boy up, only to see the young man's face full of tears, if there were tears in his soul, the young man would have already cried bitterly. It turned out that he saw that the master's already dilapidated golden body was getting smaller and smaller, and even the golden light was gradually dimming, but the cracks were all over the golden body.

"Master, don't want it, I don't want it, we must have another way, master!" Chen Changan suddenly howled and cried, and ran towards the master's golden body.

Yuan Tiansui's golden body waved his sleeves lightly, knocked the young man back, and said with a chuckle: "The road of immortality has been rebuilt, and it is not possible to regret it at this time!haha!"

The young man opened his eyes suddenly, his face was already full of tears and snot, and then the master screamed, and suddenly pounced on the old man who was sitting opposite, seeing that the old man did not move at all, Chen Changan cried even more. A moment later, Chen Changan was slapped and flew out, and the young man burst into tears and laughed, running over again regardless of his image, shouting loudly: "Master, are you not dead yet?"

The old man glared at the young man vigorously and said, "What? I can't wait to let the old man die?

The young man did not give up, grabbed the old man hard, and tossed for a long time before letting go, seeing that the old man was just a little older, and did not look like he was dying, the young man was slightly relieved, and then let go of the old man and climbed to the side to feel the aura of heaven and earth.

Seeing that the young man had gone to cultivate, the old man revealed a trace of hidden tiredness.

Chen Changan once again felt the flow of the aura of heaven and earth, and the veins around him, and felt that the future was promising, and suddenly thought of something, his heart moved, and two breezes broke out from the cuffs of the sackcloth, blowing the bamboo chairs in the courtyard back a lot. This power is much greater than the wind control of a simple talent.

The old man smiled comfortingly when he saw the young man using these two sleeves of fresh breeze, sat down at the door, and looked at the sunset that was about to set in the distance, and he was a little more peaceful than he had ever been. If the old man had promised that girl back then, I'm afraid it would be full of children and grandchildren now, right?

What the young man didn't know was that in the far distance, five monks suddenly raised their heads, all changed directions, and came quickly, their destination was actually a remote village, in this village, there was an old man and a young man, the old man had once set foot on the top of the world, and the young man had just rebuilt the road of eternal life.