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In the chaos of the world, in the midst of the storm,

The snail dwelling room also needs to be fought for with strength.

Therefore, Luan Tian made up his mind to go to Qingyun Sect, he wanted to practice!

The place where the sea and the sky met was white, and Luan Tian had been sitting in front of his grandfather's grave all night, and he still couldn't bear to leave.

The home is gone, and he wants to spend as much time as possible with his grandfather. Because this is at a loss, it is difficult to say where to go; Because there is no time to go, I don't know when I can come back to see my grandfather and talk to my grandfather again.

"If you want to practice, you need to find a sect to worship as soon as possible, first, you can settle down, and second, you can grow up as soon as possible, so that you have enough ability to avenge your grandfather. That's right, Qingyun Sect!! ”

Luan Tian's mind flickered, and the old skin in the Qiankun ring had already sensed.

"You can teach, you are now the body of the god of war, it can be said that you have half a foot in the door of cultivation, if you do it properly, the prospects for cultivation should be good, and you should embark on a broader path of cultivation."

"Okay, let's go to Qingyun Sect!"

With his mind already decided, Luan Tian knelt down again, kowtowed three times in front of his grandfather's grave, and then stood up and went straight down the mountain to Qingyun Mountain.

At this time.

The wind, stopped,

The rain stopped,

The sun is out・・・・・・

Although Qingyun Mountain is not as good as those famous mountains and rivers, it also has a long heritage and has its own style. Looking at the strange rocks in the mountains, the ancient trees are towering, the strange flowers and plants in the depths of the dense forest, and the birds and beasts are infested in the meantime. A waterfall cascades down from the highest peak, mist and clouds steaming.

A bluestone-paved road is about three feet wide, like a giant dragon winding and circling, leading to the top of the mountain. Climbing up the stairs, there are clouds floating over the mountains from time to time, surrounded by clouds.

"There are strange things in the pools behind and below this waterfall, and you should check them out if you have the chance."

Lao Pi's voice came from inside the Qiankun Ring.

"Oh? Can you elaborate a little bit more? ”

Lao Pi's words aroused Luan Tian's interest, but he was also confused.

"You can only see this for yourself!"

"Oh・・・・・・"

Silence, slightly awkward silence. Luan Tian faintly realized at this time that people's hearts are unpredictable, and Lao Pi may not be as determined to accompany himself as he imagined. And Lao Pi also felt Luan Tian's shyness for the first time, indeed, he is just a teenager, and a child's heart is always pure and fragile.

After thousands of years of indulging in cultivation, has my heart really become hard?

After pondering for a long time, Lao Pi's deep voice sounded in Luan Tian's ears again:

"Our Tai Sui clan has relied on long-term meditation and cultivation, but they are all cultivating their minds, taking enlightenment as the supreme, having no quarrel with all things, and avoiding things involving killing. So ・・・・・・"

"So the old man can't be sure of the specific situation, but with the old man's Dao heart that has been cultivated for more than 8,000 years, he realized that this place is unusual, but the place of creation is often dangerous, and it will be accompanied by killing, so the results of the investigation depend on personal chance."

"Didn't you say before that you had been cultivating for more than six thousand years, but now how did you become more than eight thousand years?!"

Luan Tian looked puzzled, and his divine sense swept over Lao Pi's face.

"Ahem, it's been too long, the old man is old, and his memory is poor, the old man should have indeed cultivated for more than 8,000 years, well, more than 8,000 years・・・・・"

In order to hide the embarrassment of being poked on the spot, Lao Pi coughed twice and stopped squeaking, Luan Tian smiled slightly and stopped asking. There was silence again, but the atmosphere instantly became less awkward.

Luan Tian glanced at the waterfall and waterhole, the speed under his feet did not decrease at all, and he thought to himself:

"When you have the opportunity, you must go in and have a look, as the saying goes, wealth and danger are sought, and this creation around you can't be missed in vain!"

While thinking about it, his footsteps did not stop, and when he looked up, he had come to the gate of Qingyun Sect.

It is said to be the door, but in fact, it is a sect built by a tall stone door frame, and the whole surface is carved with birds and beasts, and the simple wind is full. A pine and cypress are planted on the left and right sides of the sect, and the age of the tree is hundreds of years.

The lintel above is carved by a whole huge long bluestone, the dragon and phoenix cornices at both ends, the lintel is in the middle of three big characters - "Qingyun Zong", the big characters are surrounded by arc-shaped auspicious cloud runes up and down.

"Qingyun Sect, I'm here・・・・・・"

Luan Tian is no stranger to this place, in the past few years, his grandfather has brought him here several times to seek medical advice, trying to cure his strange illness through the elixir in the sect. But after taking several different pills, it was still the same.

Now, his illness has been cured, but grandpa, but he can no longer see it. gloomily, he stepped into the stone gate.

The sect of the true Taoist sect can have no door leaf, because it is not needed. It is said that the divine consciousness of those who have attained great cultivation can spread out for hundreds of miles, and it is effortless to envelop the entire mountain.

And for cultivators, ordinary stone doors really can't play a blocking role, but they will be blasted into stone powder with a wave of their sleeves. Of course, these are from Luan Tian's imagination, he imagined that the immortals should be like this, and he was fascinated by it.

Most of these imaginations were based on the books he had read, and they were well-founded but unsubstantiated, but that did not prevent him from believing so. People's stubbornness is often so ridiculous, ridiculous and respectable.

Perhaps it was really Luan Tian's imagination, and after entering the sect, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect dressed in black ran out of the door quickly.

"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 clenched his fists at the comer.

"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!"

After speaking, without waiting for Luan Tian to speak, the black-clothed disciple quickly ran back to the Qingyun Sect, and Luan Tian stood in place waiting for news. An hour passed, and there was no trace of the black-clothed disciple.

Two hours have passed, and there is still no figure in the Qingyun Sect.

Three Hours・・・・・・

Four Hours・・・・・・

Luan Tian simply sat in place and continued to wait patiently. Gradually, the sky darkened, and a whole day passed, and there was still no news from the black-clothed disciple.

After waiting for another hour, Qingyun Mountain was completely shrouded in night, and in the distance, the lights in the Qingyun Sect could already be seen.

"Maybe it's temporary, I didn't have time to report to the sect master・・・・・"

Luan Tian thought like this, which was self-consolation.

The cool breeze blew his thin clothes, he lowered his head, and walked down the mountain helplessly, on the silent mountain road, only his thin figure could clearly hear his footsteps, and occasionally a few birds and beasts chirped, which showed his loneliness.

The tired bird can still return to the nest, but he has a home and can't go back, and returning to Huatuan at this time is tantamount to throwing himself into the net. Luan Tian walked to the foot of Qingyun Mountain, found a secluded mountain col, broke some branches around, cleaned up the weeds on the ground, and then built a small shack and got in.

If you count it, except for devouring Tai Sui's body, Luan Tian has not eaten for more than 20 hours. Perhaps because of his hunger and sleep, he fell into a deep sleep and fell asleep soon after he entered the shack.

In the dream, he saw the grandfather he missed again. Grandpa smiled kindly, stroked his head, and said:

"Xiaotian must be strong, live well, grandpa will always be with you・・・・・・"

Luan Tian threw himself into his grandfather's arms, feeling the long-lost warmth again, and two lines of hot tears rolled down.