Huanglong Mountain, on a wide platform on the mountainside, an old man with white hair and beard stood with his hands in his hands, exuding a trace of transcendent immortal dust. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although his hair and beard were already snow-white, the old man's face was very ruddy, and there was not a trace of wrinkles in sight, but his eyes were unusually deep, like bottomless pools of water, full of wisdom and endless vicissitudes.

The mountain wind blew the old man's robe, looking from afar, like a fairy among the gods, wanting to ride the wind away.

Behind the old man, there was a gray-haired old man standing respectfully.

The old man was about sixty or seventy years old, and his face did not have too many wrinkles, although his face was clear and his body was thin, but his eyes were bright, and there was not the slightest trace of turbidity.

"Although you and I have a fate, you don't have the roots of cultivation, but this fate is not the fate of master and apprentice."

After a long time, the old man in the long shirt turned around, looked at the old man, and said lightly: "However, for the sake of your sincerity, I can make an exception to accept you as an outer disciple, are you willing?" ”

"The disciple is willing!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, the clear-faced old man hurriedly fell to the ground and respectfully kowtowed to the old man three times.

Even though he is in a high position and his strength is unfathomable, he is the head of the highest security department of the republic, and in front of the old man, he does not have a little arrogance, and he willingly performs the gift of a disciple.

Because there is no old man, there is no him today, and the ordinary old man in front of him is actually a fairy-level character!

Since the first time I saw the old man decades ago, the old man has been like this, over the past few decades, the old man himself has changed from young to old, but the old man in front of him is still the same for decades, and time does not seem to be able to leave any traces on his body.

"Get up."

The old man waved his hand, and the old man felt that he was being dragged up by a gentle force, and his strength had reached the peak of the heavenly level, but under this soft force, he actually had no power to resist.

The old man smiled slightly, but at this moment, as if he felt something, the smile on the old man's face widened, and he turned his head to look in a certain direction.

The figure of a young man appeared at the end of the path.

The moment he saw the old man, Li Mingxuan's figure had already disappeared in place, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived beside the old man.

"Master!"

Li Mingxuan stood beside the old man, looked at him, and bowed his head respectfully and shouted.

"I'm back." The old man patted Li Mingxuan's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Well, the National Day school is closed." Li Mingxuan nodded and said.

Then Li Mingxuan turned his head to look at the other old man, smiled slightly, and said, "Old Mo is also here." ”

This old man comes here several times a year, and Li Mingxuan is no stranger to him.

The old man smiled and nodded, looking at Li Mingxuan, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Not long ago, Li Mingxuan's strength, he could still see a little bit, when they met again, he only felt that what was standing in front of him was a towering mountain, and the old man could be sure in his heart that he might be able to make two moves with Li Mingxuan before, but now, I'm afraid he won't even be able to take a single move.

At this time, the old man finally understood the horror of those who possessed the roots of cultivation.

At this time, the old man looked at Li Mingxuan and said with a little surprise: "I thought that there would be a period of time before you broke through to the foundation building period, but I didn't expect that Xuan'er would have another adventure during this time." ”

Li Mingxuan touched his head and said with some embarrassment: "I can't hide anything from Master." ”

Although he has broken through the most critical bottleneck of a cultivator and has become a truly powerful cultivator, in front of the master, Li Mingxuan will always be like a child who does not grow up.

And with his current realm, he can't see through the master's cultivation at all, and it seems that the old man's body is forever shrouded in a layer of fog.

The old man smiled and said, "Come into the house, I haven't tasted Xuan'er's cooking skills for a long time." ”

"Looks like I'm in for a good day." The old man also laughed and said.

"Master, Mo Lao, you wait a while, I'll go cook now."

Inside the wooden house, Li Mingxuan poured tea for the two old men and went out to cook.

There are vegetables in the vegetable garden outside the house, these are all planted by Li Mingxuan and the master, and the rice field is not far behind the house, and there is no need to go down the mountain to buy vegetables.

Of course, except when Li Mingxuan went to school alone.

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"Mingxuan."

After eating, when Li Mingxuan was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, the old man suddenly spoke.

"Master, what's wrong?" Li Mingxuan raised his head and asked.

The old man took off a white jade wrench from his thumb, put it in Li Mingxuan's hand, and said, "This wrench will be handed over to you in the future." ”

"Master, how can this be!" Li Mingxuan was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly said.

For as long as Li Mingxuan can remember, this wrench has been worn on his master's hand, and Li Mingxuan naturally knows the meaning of this wrench.

This wrench, only the head of the sect is qualified to have, although Li Mingxuan's sect is only he and the master, but the master is still there, how can this wrench be given to him?

"I've decided." The old man said with a smile.

"But, Master........." Li Mingxuan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man.

"Why, don't you even listen to Master's words?" The old man's face suddenly became serious.

It was the first time for Li Mingxuan to see his master so serious, even if he didn't want to accept it in his heart, he didn't dare to refuse.

The old man put the ring wrench on Li Mingxuan's hand, his expression became solemn, and he said, "From now on, you will be the ninth generation head of my Yanhuang Sect." ”

"Yes, Master." Li Mingxuan said respectfully.

The succession of the head of the family is a very solemn and serious matter, although this occasion is not very appropriate, but Li Mingxuan does not dare to be a little sloppy.

"Ninth Generation ......"

Hearing the old man's words, the heart of the old man turned turbulent.

He once learned from the old man's mouth that the Yanhuang Gate was created by a cultivator in the early Tang Dynasty, and he originally thought that the Yanhuang Gate had gone through at least dozens of generations until now, but he didn't expect that it was only the ninth generation now, so wouldn't it mean that the eight heads in front of him, each of them lived at least hundreds of years old?

Thinking that the old man has not changed a little in the past few decades, is it true that he has lived for hundreds of years?

Then the old man's eyes when he looked at Li Mingxuan changed.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is also an old monster who doesn't know how many years he has lived?