really fulfilled Luan Tian's guess, this yellow-clothed disciple of Qingyun Sect is also a "meat bun beating a dog". Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info see that the sky is getting dark, Luan Tian has to get up and go down the mountain, the mountain road shrouded in night, a lonely, bleak figure.

"It's the rhythm of playing with people!"

Luan Tian's heart was full of unhappiness, some frustration, some chagrin, but also helplessness.

"No matter what, since you are here to learn from a teacher, you must always show some sincerity."

Thinking about it, go back to the shack.

Seeing that it was not too late, he found a few thicker tree trunks and repaired and strengthened the shack. After the renovation is completed, it looks like a nice warm little home from the outside.

After renovating his nest, Luan Tian began to collect wild fruits everywhere, maybe he really wanted to stay here for a while.

Since devouring Tai Sui's body and becoming a god of war physique, Luan Tian's appetite has increased significantly, and the number of wild fruits needed for each meal is not small.

When passing by the low tree, Luan Tian also deliberately climbed up to look at the nighthawk's nest. There are many nightjars waiting for their mother's return from predation, and the chirping is lively. Seeing Luan Tian this time, they were no longer so afraid, and they all turned their heads to Luan Tian and shouted happily.

Luan Tian flicked their immature little heads, jumped down the tree with a smile, and after collecting enough wild fruits, he sat in front of the shack and nibbled on the wild fruits.

Before he could finish eating the wild fruit, a crisp hiss was heard in mid-air.

"Poof!"

An object was thrown from the air onto the ground in front of him, this time a pheasant. Luan Tian raised his head and thanked the nighthawk in the air, and after the nighthawk chirped, he flew straight back to the nest to feed the nighthawk.

Luan Tian picked up the pheasant and had the experience of roasting a hare for the first time, and this time he was familiar with peeling, putting it on the shelf, lighting the fire, and grilling it. It doesn't take much effort, and the aroma is tangy.

After enjoying the perfect taste, Luan Tian felt that he was in good spirits, so he practiced mountain-shaking boxing in front of the shack. Aptitude comes from innateness and is difficult to change, but diligence is necessary. Regardless of qualifications, to achieve a career, in addition to wisdom, only hard work.

It wasn't until he was soaked with sweat and exhausted that Luan Tian stopped, returned to the shack, and fell asleep.

The next day, before the sky was dark, Luan Tian collected some wild fruits and climbed the mountain while eating. When we reached the top of the mountain, the eastern seaside was just white.

It seemed that he knew that Luan Tian was coming, and he still had just stepped into the stone gate of Qingyun Sect, and a white-clothed disciple quickly greeted him.

"Who's coming? What is the matter of visiting my Qingyun Sect? ”

"The younger generation Luan Tian, the cloth under the mountain, I want to worship the sect and practice, and I hope to take it in."

Luan Tian once again clenched his fists at the visitor.

"The path of cultivation is full of hardships, have you made up your mind?"

"My grandfather was killed by the enemy, my parents are nowhere to be found, cultivation is the only way for me, I have made up my mind, and I hope that the Tao will be fulfilled."

"You wait here, and I will come back to you after I show the sect master!"

These words are like lines, Luan Tian is already familiar with them, although he still doesn't have any hope, he still sits down and waits patiently.

Within that day, several more people came to worship the sect. Seeing Luan Tian sitting cross-legged on the side, he inevitably took a few more looks, but he was watching from a distance, and was immediately led into the sect by the disciples of the Qingyun Sect and did not come out.

Only a young man named Zhuzhu came up to him and asked why. The bolt pillar had lost an arm, the left sleeve of his shirt was empty and fluttering in the wind, and his face was that of a simple and straightforward person.

After listening to Luan Tian's experience, there was a trace of apprehension and sympathy on his face. However, after a while, the bolt pillar was successfully led into the sect by the disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

When he entered, Zhu Zhu waved to Luan Tian from a distance, and said comforting words loudly. Then, he turned his head and whispered something to the Qingyun Sect disciple who came to lead him, and the Qingyun Sect disciple looked indifferent and waved his hand impatiently, and the two figures immediately disappeared into the Qingyun Sect.

It was still a day like a stone sinking into the sea, and when the night fell, Luan Tian stepped on the moonlight and went down the mountain along the road. Although he didn't know why, he vaguely felt that he had to persevere.

Everything always has a deep root, there is no cause and no effect, and all the strangeness, doubt, incomprehension, and weirdness actually have only one reason, that is, there is no cause to be found.

Back to the shack, picking fruit, visiting the nightjar, eating, business as usual. Tonight Nighthawk sent a big fish, and it was delicious. After eating, Luan Tian began to continue cultivating the Mountain Shaking Fist, and everything seemed to be a simple repetition.

Is it just such a simple repetition on the surface? In fact, not necessarily, Luan Tian's judgment was not wrong.

Qingyun Sect, in a stone house in Zhongfeng, an old man with snow-white hair and a ruddy face sat on the stone bed. In front of him, in the center of the stone chamber, a young man stood bowed.

The man looks at his age and is crowned, with long hair in a bun, his face is like a jade, and he is spotless in white clothes. The young man spoke softly:

"Master, why is this move?"

The old man sitting on the stone bed had a faint smile on his face, but he did not answer immediately.

I saw that with a wave of his hand, a scene appeared on one of the walls of the stone room, and inside the image was the whole picture of Qingyun Mountain! From the point of view, it seems to overlook the entire Qingyun Mountain from mid-air.

"See what's the difference?"

The old man smiled and looked at the man in white with kind eyes.

"It seems... There seem to be more auspicious clouds."

The man's tone was a little hesitant, after all, with his current realm, he hadn't had a chance to fly into mid-air to overlook the entire Qingyun Mountain.

"Hmm..."

The old man smiled and nodded.

"Is it because of him?!"

The man's eyes widened in disbelief.

The old man still didn't answer directly, but raised his head, looked at the night sky, and asked softly:

"How heavy is the sky?"

"According to the records of the sect's classics, there are nine heavens above the Heavenly Palace."

"Well, Nine Heavens, Nine Heavens. But his heavens... Do you understand? ”

The old man looked at the man in white solemnly, and his expression became solemn.

"Got it."

I don't know if the man in white really understood the old man's words, he bowed down and walked out of the stone room, glanced in the direction of the shack under the mountain, and muttered:

"Ten Heavens, Ten Heavens, Ten Heavens..."

There was some expectation in his eyes.

Once upon a time, we would all look up at the sky,

I thought, what kind of existence will it be in the blue clouds on that sunny day?

Are those immortals holding a pot of elixir in their hands, playing against each other among the green pines and white clouds?

They have no need to be troubled, they have no sighs,

They just need to enjoy the breeze and the bright moon, taste tea and play the piano, and wander in the Nine Heavens Palace.

Heavenly Palace, that's good!

However, this is probably just wishful thinking on the part of the world.

Perhaps, the immortals are also troubled, and they are also looking down at the world and sighing:

The world is so good!!