Standing on the bank of the river, Long Zun struggled, his mouth opened and closed several times, but he didn't see a single sound.

He walked up and down the riverbank, leaving many shoe prints on the wet mud of the riverbank.

The eastern sky was faintly white, and a ray of light broke free from the shackles of darkness and shone on the earth.

With the arrival of the beam, Long Zun seemed to have made up his mind, took a deep breath, aimed at the direction of the river, and shouted out the old man three times.

After shouting, as if relieved, he sat on the green grass on the bank of the river as if he had collapsed.

After waiting for a while, the river was still flowing slowly, and the branches and leaves of the small trees on the bank made a rattling sound as the breeze blew.

The grass on the ground, the leaves still hanging with the morning dewdrops, everything is normal, and there is no difference from the previous morning.

After a while, he smiled bitterly, secretly saying that he had lost his mind, and he would actually believe that he had met a ghost, and it was even more ridiculous that he really came here according to the ghost words.

He stood up, patted the dirt and blades of grass on his buttocks, and prepared to return to the Long family in Bamboo Forest Town.

After walking a few steps, I felt a slight shock in my right hand, and then I heard someone behind me say, "I'm impatient after waiting for so long." ”

He turned his head suddenly, and found the pale white phantom he had seen yesterday floating in front of him. I rubbed my eyes a few times in disbelief, but the pale white phantom was still there, and everything was not a dream, but a real existence.

"You...... You ......" He pointed his finger at the pale white phantom, still frightened in his heart, and stammered for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

"You, you, what are you, didn't you call me out of the old man?"

"I ...... I...... I ......" Long Zun didn't know what was in front of him, and nervousness filled his body.

Ghosts have always existed in the unreal, no one has ever seen a ghost, for a teenager in his life, everything in front of him is too illusory, but it is real in front of him.

The pale white phantom said impatiently: "My old man will tell you for you, are you looking for me to help you cultivate your Xuan power and become a cultivator?" ”

Speaking of the wish in his heart, Long Zun hurriedly nodded.

"But why should my old man help you?" asked the pale white phantom with his hands spread out and looked at Long Zun playfully.

The hope that had just risen from the dragon was like being hit by a heavy hammer and falling from heaven to hell.

"Forget it, who made my old man feel good today, as long as you worship my old man as a teacher, my old man will naturally help his apprentice become a cultivator. "His heart had just fallen into hell, and the pale white phantom pulled him back from hell to heaven.

However, the matter of apprenticeship still made Long Zun hesitate.

If it was a normal cultivator standing in front of him and wanted to take him as an apprentice, he didn't say a word, and immediately kowtowed.

But he didn't know what this cloud-like figure in front of him was, so he apprenticed to the teacher, hesitating in his heart, and he couldn't pay attention to it.

The pale white phantom seemed to see Long Zun's hesitation, and his previous smiling face sank, and he let out a cold snort, "Since you don't want to worship my old man as a teacher, my old man is not reluctant." ”

The pale white phantom is an old man, and it seems that he is not very enthusiastic about accepting Long Zun as an apprentice.

Long Zun finally saw his hope of becoming a cultivator, and he was unwilling to miss it, and hurriedly said, "Can you let me think about it, old man." ”

The pale white phantom thought about it for a while, and said with a stinky face: "Then give you three breaths of time, if you are willing to apprentice, kneel down and kowtow to the old man, if you don't want to, you will act as if we haven't seen each other." ”

Without waiting for Long Zun to speak, he heard the pale white phantom begin to shout: "One breath ......"

"Two Breath ......"

After saying the two words, the pale white phantom turned around and slapped it towards the calm water.

The applause was silent, but I saw that the river water splashed more than ten meters high, and splashed up with the silt under the river.

Looking at the river water above the water and the splashing silt, as well as the turbid river water tumbling on the water surface, Long Zun was dumbfounded, and his eyes did not move for a long time.

He muttered to himself, "That's amazing!"

At this time, a pale white phantom elongated voice came from his ears: "Three ......"

Before the words behind him could be spoken, Long Zun knelt down in front of the pale white phantom, knocked his head on the ground, and shouted in his mouth: "Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”

"Oh, good, good, good. When the pale white phantom saw Long Zun kneeling in front of him, he immediately burst into laughter, reaching out to stroke the beard that did not exist under his chin.

After laughing, the pale white phantom continued: "Now that you are my old man's apprentice, what my old man said naturally counts, and now as a teacher, I will teach you this technique, so that you can become a cultivator as soon as possible." ”

Without waiting for Long Zun to react, he raised his hand and pressed Long Zun's forehead, and a golden light crashed into his forehead from his fingertips.

In an instant, Long Zun had a splitting headache, as if something had entered his mind, as if it was going to blow up his head, but fortunately, it didn't take long, and the feeling of explosion quickly disappeared, and then he found that there was an extra memory in his mind, and the content of the memory was a cultivation mantra called Dao Yan Jue.

"Master, this is our master's cultivation method?" asked Long Zun with a happy face.

The pale white phantom nodded slightly, and the mist on his body was much thinner, fluttering from side to side with the wind was extremely unstable, and his expression looked particularly weak.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" noticing the changes in the pale white phantom's body, Long Zun immediately asked with concern.

The pale white phantom waved his hand, smiled a little weakly, and said, "My old man should have died thirty years ago, and it is worth it to live so long." ”

"No, Master, you won't die, sit down and rest for a while. Long Zun reached out to support the pale white phantom, but his arm passed through the pale white phantom's body, and he couldn't grasp the pale white phantom's body back and forth several times.

"Don't waste your efforts, while you still have some time, sit down and listen to my old man's words. The pale white phantom stretched out his hand and lovingly touched the top of Long Zun's head.

Long Zun wanted to open his mouth to persuade the pale white phantom to rest, but looking at the mist-like body of the pale white phantom becoming more and more transparent, he stood stupidly in place, but he didn't know how to speak.

The pale white phantom did not continue to force Long Zun to sit down, but said: "The Dao Yan Jue is the exercise of our Wuji Sect Master's lineage, as long as there is enough elixir, cultivation can progress by leaps and bounds, on the contrary, cultivation is extremely difficult to improve, and how much you can achieve in the future depends on yourself." ”

Speaking of this, the voice suddenly stopped, and Long Zun noticed that the pale white phantom was looking to the right side of his body, and his gaze followed it.

Long Zun noticed that on the right hand on the right side of his body, there was a black ring with a simple texture, and the pale white phantom eyes were looking at this black ring with great nostalgia.

This black ring was the only relic left to him by Long Zun's mother, and whenever he remembered his mother, who he had never met, he would look at the black ring on the fingers of his right hand in a daze.