Chen Changan looked at the old man lying on the bed motionless, his face was dazed, shouldn't he teach me how to cultivate after worshipping the teacher? Why is this old guy still lying motionless on the bed? It can't be that he has forgotten yesterday's events completely, right?

Forget it, it's better to go to the mountains to collect medicine in exchange for a few copper coins to buy some rice and come back, otherwise even if the old man is willing to teach, he Chen Changan will not be able to walk the road hungry, and when he is about to turn around and leave with a basket on his back, the old man who is sleeping with his back to him suddenly throws out a silver ingot.

Where has Chen Changan ever seen such a big piece of silver, all he usually sees is copper plates, and only when he sees the boy in the north of the village in the big restaurant can he take out some silver, or broken silver.

The old man was still motionless on the bed, only his voice came out: "Take this silver, go to the medicine shop in your village to buy some herbs and come back." Take as much as you want. ”

After saying that, another piece of paper floated out and automatically stayed in front of Chen Changan, which simply single-handedly subdued Chen Chang'anzhi's obedience.

Chen Chang'an muttered about the gods in his mouth, and trembled and pinched the paper floating in front of him, and saw that there were twelve ordinary Chinese herbs such as turtle grass and stone stems written on it.

Could it be that the old man used it to heal his wounds? The young man didn't think too much about it, grabbed the silver and the paper, went straight to his shop selling medicine, and handed the paper to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked at the medicinal herbs on it, and then looked at the young man, and then said, "Little ghost, what are you doing with so many bruises?

The boy didn't know what it was for, but shook his head and placed the ingot on the counter.

The shopkeeper thought that the young man didn't want to say more, but he didn't distinguish between the fake and the fake after looking at the silver, so he touched the beard on his chin and went to get the medicinal herbs, and after a while, he took all of them.

The shopkeeper handed the medicinal herbs to the young man and said, "Your ingots of silver are enough to buy these medicinal herbs, and this is the remaining money." With that, he handed back a few more grains of silver.

The young man caught the broken silver with both hands, carefully put it in his pocket, and then took the medicinal materials, said thank you to the shopkeeper, and bowed, which was regarded as a thank you to the shopkeeper for letting him sell some medicinal materials to earn a few copper plates.

By the time the boy went home, his master had already set up a big pot in the yard, and he didn't know where he used the pot, but the boy was no longer surprised.

When the old man Yuan Tiansui saw Chen Changan coming back, he grinned and said, "Hehe, I'll use it later, give me all the medicine." ”

Seeing the old man's evil smile, Chen Changan was instantly terrified, and he always felt that he would encounter extremely terrifying things next, and sure enough, the old man beckoned to him with a perverted smile. If it weren't for the fact that he was a man, Chen Changan would have turned his head and ran. However, since he has worshipped him as a teacher, the old man should not want to harm himself, if he wants to harm himself, I am afraid that he will do it a long time ago.

The old man restrained the weird evil smile on his face, and said earnestly, "Disciple, are you sure that you want to embark on the path of cultivation?"

Chen Changan thought of what his father said when he was three years old, and nodded firmly.

"No matter how much hardship you endure, are you willing to persevere?"

Chen Changan naturally nodded again.

"Okay, then the teacher will tell you about cultivation first, when people in the world cultivate, they must feel the pulse, if they can't feel the pulse, they won't be able to cultivate in this life. Most cultivators in this world use the Jue Pulse Stone to realize the pulse, just like the old man, at the three-year-old Jue Pulse Ceremony, the nine battles of blue light illuminate half of the sky, that scene, tsk, don't talk about it. ”

"Of course, it doesn't mean that if you can't pass through the Jue Pulse Stone Jue Pulse, you will not be able to cultivate at all, and when the human body bears extreme pain, there will also be a certain probability of Awakening Pulse, and it is more likely to die. Chen Changan, do you dare?"

Chen Changan knew what he would experience next, but he had never really been afraid, in the past four years since his father left, he had not suffered any hardships? Isn't he still thinking about being that peerless master? Now that the road is in front of him, how can he Chen Changan be afraid?

As if feeling Chen Changan's emotions, the old man nodded, and only then did he really recognize the young man in front of him. In fact, Qingfeng Dao Leader Yuan Tiansui set three tests for Chen Changan.

The first time is when they meet, and it depends on whether the boy will save him, and it depends on whether the boy will repay him.

The second time was that the old man lay on the bed for three days, and to see how Chen Changan would react, of course, the old man was not idle, in addition to healing, he also used his time magic power a little and looked at the past of the young man. It's just that I didn't see the teenager's parents, which is a pity.

And the third time is the Dao heart test just now.

Overall, I was satisfied with the performance of the teenagers.

"Chang'an, the pulse is the foundation of cultivation, in addition to storing the true qi, the vein composed of the pulse will also have a kind of talent, which varies from person to person, the higher the cultivation level, the more powerful the innate ability becomes. The old man's talent is to control the wind. Look carefully. ”

I saw a golden line extending to the chest at the old man's dantian, which should be the vein, and after extending to the chest, it spread out like a flower to form a vein rune, and suddenly felt a breeze blowing.

"This is the realm of the first vein, if you cultivate to a higher realm, the vein runes will be more complete and complex, and the ability will naturally be stronger. Then, it's time for you to feel your pulse. Take off your clothes. ”

The young man was not verbose, took off his clothes, the young man knew that he was going to start, if he said that he was not afraid at all, he was afraid that he would not believe it.

"Then I'm going to squeeze your muscles inch by inch, and you just have to concentrate and feel your pulse. The old man said that he would not give the boy time to prepare, and he heard the boy scream.

Fortunately, Yuan Tiansui had already set up an enchantment around him, and the sound couldn't be transmitted at all, otherwise the whole village would come to find out what was going on.

There were screams in the enchantment, and when the voice became weaker, the previous Mai boy was like a puddle of mud spread on the ground, if it weren't for the old man's magical power to keep the young man's sexual spirit immortal, it is estimated that Chen Changan would have been reincarnated at this time.

It's just that Yuan Tiansui looked a little puzzled at this time, under the strong stimulation of the outside world before, there was indeed a pulse on the young man's body, but this pulse had never been seen before, it was not condensed into a fixed vein rune like others, giving birth to talent, but it was free from the whole body.

At this time, whether or not the Jue Pulse has succeeded, even if he is a strong man who has briefly entered the Pulse God Realm, it is difficult to say, there is no problem for the young man to be able to cultivate in the future, but without innate ability, how can he climb to the top of the mountain step by step and enjoy the peerless scenery?

A breeze came out between the old man's sleeves, lifted the young man up, put him in a pot of boiling medicine on the side, and then helped him fix his bones, only by waiting for the young man to wake up could he know what was going on.

Looking at the young man who was in a coma and still tightly locking his eyebrows, he didn't know what he saw in his dream. The old man waved his sleeves, removed the barrier of the courtyard, rebuilt it on the bench at the door, and took out his cigarette pouch and took a hard puff.