Chen Changan gently covered his hand on the Jue Pulse Stone, and his closed eyes did not dare to open them for a long time, as if as long as he didn't open his eyes, God would not let him Chen Changan down, but the result can be imagined.

A few teenagers who had not left the audience let out a shrill laugh and shouted loudly: "Hahaha, look at this thing without a father, do you really think you can be a god?"

Chen Changan pursed the corners of his mouth bitterly, this result was actually what he expected, but even so, he Chen Changan was still very disappointed.

The village elder and grandfather have also gone through the vicissitudes of life, how could they not know the loss of the young man in front of him, but today and one day, how many people are lost? So he just reached out and gently stroked the young man's head, turned around and left.

The young man in the green shirt slowly withdrew his right hand, rubbed his hands lightly, and then got up to leave. Unexpectedly, at this time, he was blocked by someone, and the young man who was a head taller than Chen Changan put his hands around his chest, eager to turn his nostrils to the sky.

The young man named Liu Wenlu with the three-pulse qualification grabbed Chen Changan's collar, even though Chen Chang'an's perennial strength in collecting medicine was much greater than that of his peers, but it was comparable to the young man who had just felt the pulse, and he was torn off the steps.

"What? Chen Chang'an? Still thinking about being an immortal, your dead father didn't tell you, you can't do it in your life? If you kneel down and kowtow today, I can let you go!"

Chen Changan didn't know what Liu Wenlu was thinking, so he sneered and said: "The limelight has been robbed of by the girl, and you want to be angry with me a little unhappy?"

As if someone had torn off his face, the young man named Liu Wenlu suddenly blushed, and he didn't know where the anger came from, and he was about to punch Chen Changan.

But just when this punch was about to hit Chen Changan's head, a thin hand clenched the punch tightly, no matter how hard Liu Wenlu tried, the palm of that hand still did not move, it turned out to be an old man who had been lying in Chen Changan's house for several days, and he didn't know when he arrived here.

Liu Wenlu was blocked by someone's fist, and he was even more angry, and said fiercely to the old man: "Where did you come from......?"

Before he finished speaking, he was glared back by the old man, and the remaining half of the sentence was swallowed directly back into his stomach, as if he saw something terrible, he was so frightened that he ran away, leaving a group of little brothers who were ready to watch a good show look at each other.

The old man didn't care about the rest of the people, looked at Chen Changan with a smile and said, "What's the matter?

Chen Changan did have this idea, and he might be able to release the unpleasant anger in his heart by being beaten, but now looking at the old man's sneering smile, Chen Ping'an was not so aggrieved, and he laughed out loud, and even brought out two strings of snot bubbles, which caught the old man off guard, and saw the old man's snot on his face, Chen Changan smiled even more happily.

The old man had an expression like eating at this time, rolled up the sleeves of his torn shirt and wiped his face, laughing angrily.

Where would the young man in the green shirt wait until the old man lost his temper, stretched out his hand and wiped a handful of snot, and ran away. Seeing this, the old man didn't chase after him, but just wiped the snot foam on his face with his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it, frowned, and snorted viciously, before pretending to put his hands behind his back.

Chen Changan, who ran away, did not go home directly, but went to his father's grave, wanting to tell his parents about the success of today's awakening, so that they would have knowledge, even so, he Chen Changan would not give up becoming a top master.

After sitting in front of the grave for a while, Chen Changan got up and went home, Juemai did not succeed, but life still had to be lived.

Chen Changan, who walked to the door of the courtyard of his home, was taken aback, the old man who had "occupied" Chen Changan's bed for three days before actually moved a small bench to sit in the courtyard and bask in the sun today, and he didn't even know where to find a cigarette pouch.

When Chen Changan came in, the old man was knocking on the cigarette pouch on the steps, raised his eyes and looked at Chen Changan, as if he knew what the young man in green shirt in front of him was thinking, his hand movements were still non-stop, and he took out the tobacco that had been dried long ago from his pocket, and pressed it into the cigarette pouch with his thumb.

"Don't worry, it's not stealing, old man, I won't do such pickled things. ”

Chen Changan glanced at him, after getting along for the past few days, Chen Changan had already dispelled the idea that this old man in white was a top master.

The young man went back to the house, changed out of his green robe and boots, put on his previous linen clothes and straw sandals, and moved a stool and sat down beside the old man, just watching, but not speaking.

The old man naturally knew what Chen Changan meant, took two puffs of cigarette pouches, his eyes were misty and illusory, and he said leisurely: "I know what your kid wants to do, ask!"

The Mai boy smiled and said, "Are you a master?"

The old man stopped what he was doing, glanced at the young man who was sitting on the stool full of anticipation, and said, "Of course I am a master, old man!"

"How tall?"

"Very high, very high!"

"How tall is that?"

"Oh, why are you so stupid, it's ...... See that restaurant in front of your village?

"Wow, really, it's taller than a five-story building!

......

......

The Mai boy suddenly tilted his head and said, "Then can you accept me as an apprentice?"

The old man sneered and said, "Just you, you can't even awaken your pulse, and you are worthy of being my old man's disciple?"

"Then how can you become your disciple?"

"At least it's a hundred times better than that little girl's qualifications!"

"Then I won't apprentice, have you settled the food money for the past few days?"

The old man knocked on the young man's cigarette pouch and scolded with a smile: "Boy, for the sake of your sincerity, I will reluctantly teach you a few tricks." ”

The young man rubbed his head, stroked his lips, and said, "I see that you just don't have any money, and you said that the cigarette pouch was not stolen." ”

"Hey, how can a cultivator's thing be called stealing!"

......

"Then you are so powerful, why did you faint in Jinlin Mountain before?"

The old man's eyes widened, and he said, "Who said I fainted? The old man was sleeping, who would have thought that you would carry it back?"

After a moment of silence, the old man continued: "It was indeed I who led you over before, I was indeed seriously injured, and I was on the verge of a coma at that time, but fortunately, you just appeared, and I controlled you over." Don't ask anything else, knowing too much is not good for you!"

Chen Changan nodded, and then didn't ask any more questions, but just stood up and made a disciple salute to the end as a scholar. The old man didn't dodge, he accepted it safely, as for Chen Changan's inability to cultivate, the old man didn't say it, and the young man didn't ask.

"Since you worship me as a teacher, you naturally have to know the old man's name, the old man Yuan Tiansui, and the world calls me 'Qingfeng Daoren'. ”

"Well, but I haven't heard of ......"

Qingfeng Daoren's smile froze on his face, and he reached out and knocked a cigarette pouch on the young man's head, and the painful young man sighed.

The sun slowly set, gilding the Jinlin Mountain in front of the village with a light layer of gold, like a dragon showing its body, an old and a young at the door, the afterglow sprinkled on them, and the young man's heart seemed to raise his head.