It's definitely not okay to go to Wujia Village to find that Wenzhi old-timer, and the old man must be exposed.

In the future, I will tell Luo Pei, don't miss it, hey, the current plan can only be found nearby.

Thinking of this, Chen Wenyao asked Luo Ya, "Madame, do you know if there are any cultivators in our Qinxiang Village who are over 500 years old?"

Luo Ya has a husband and children on weekdays, and she rarely goes out, so she naturally doesn't know.

Shaking his head, he sighed, "A 500-year-old cultivator is either sanctified, or if not, it is the end of his life." Hey, if it weren't for the revolution that swept across the continent 500 years ago, so many people would have died. ”

"Yes, that revolutionary revolution wants to make people, beasts, cultivators, demons, undead and other beings equal, the idea is very good, but it is so possible.

The human world and the beast world have been at war for tens of thousands of years, and the contradictions are irreconcilable at all.

Practitioners are also necessarily above ordinary people.

However, the leader of the revolution is really too powerful, and the major forces have gathered the most powerful forces to exterminate them.

We did not live through that era, but we can also imagine the cruelty of war. Chen Wenyao said with emotion.

"Well, that was in the past, I won't mention it anymore, the question now is that it was that war that abolished the use of ancient Sanskrit, and now the focus is on where to find cultivators over 500 years old?"

As a woman, Luo Ya didn't care too much about the war 500 years ago, after all, it was not their time, and now, she was most concerned about Chenxiao's teacher. "Otherwise, you're going to ask the village chief tomorrow?"

"Well, that's the only way, it's not early, go to sleep. After speaking, Chen Wenyao fell asleep.

It's strange to say, since the man in black came, Chen Wenyao went to bed very quickly at night, and fell asleep as soon as he got to bed, and he didn't have anything else to think about.

Luo Ya sometimes hates iron and steel...

The village chief of Qinxiang Village is a simple old man, this old man has stayed in the foundation building stage all his life, lived for 200 years, and is about to come to the end of his life, but the old man is cheerful by nature and likes to get up early to exercise.

So the next day, when it was dawn, Chen Wenyao came to the door of the village chief's house and knocked on the door, but was told that the village chief had gone out for morning exercises.

Wen Yao couldn't help but sigh that Mo Daojun walked early, and there were even more early pedestrians, so he stood outside the door and waited.

About an hour later, the village chief carried the elk from the mountain and came home, and when Chen Wenyao saw it, he stepped forward and said, "Village chief, you are so old, and your body is really tough."

"Hey, old man, it's useless, if I were young, I put down a tiger with one hand, you don't know, I want to ...... back then" The village chief was about to start telling the story.

Seeing this, Chen Wenyao hurriedly interrupted him and explained his intention.

"Oh, looking for cultivators over 500 years old, hey, we really don't have them in our village."

The village chief pondered for a while and said, "But you can go to the Valley of Flowers dozens of miles away to take a look, there is a cultivator surnamed Ye, who should still be alive.

Speaking of which, I still have some relationship with him, so if I repair a book and you take it with you, I think he won't refuse you, by the way, what are you doing with such an old cultivator?" the village chief said curiously.

"Well, this, that's the case, Luo Ya and I have both broken through to the spiritual consciousness realm, and we have encountered difficulties in cultivation, and I want to ask the old-timers to guide one or two"

After saying this, Chen Wenyao's face was flushed, as if he had made some big mistake, it was really not easy for such a pure and loyal person to lie.

"Oh, congratulations, congratulations, there are only a few thousand households in our Qinxiang Village, and there are actually two of you awakened people, and they are all your family!

In the future, the future of your family will be limitless, you have to cultivate it well, congratulations, I think my position as the village chief is also a successor, hahaha "The village chief is a real person, and I am really happy for them."

Chen Wenyao smiled, and his heart was also beautiful.

Waiting for the village chief to write the letter, Chen Wenyao took the letter home and discussed it with his wife, Luo Ya was surprised, "Could it be Ye Tianfu, the ancestor of the Ye family who was not born for 500 years in Huajian Valley?"

If it were him, he could teach Xiao Er not only Sanskrit, but he was the strongest person closest to the saint realm, in our small Juyun City, except for the city lord and a few sects and magistrates, he was the strongest. ”

Chen Wenyao also said happily, "That's right, it must be him, don't be impatient, I'll take Xiao'er to have a look." ”

Chen Wenyao took the dust Xiao and ran towards the Valley of Flowers non-stop, and arrived in a few dozen miles.

He inquired about the Ye family, knocked on the door to explain his intentions, handed over the letter, and was introduced to the back garden of the Ye family's house, which was not so much a back garden as a leisurely valley.

In the middle of the valley, there are all kinds of rare and exotic trees, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, this is the origin of the Valley of Flowers, it is said that there are no less than dozens of such valleys, and the Ye family occupies one of them.

Dust Xiao came to this valley for the first time and was amazed to see this beautiful scenery.

The housekeeper of the Ye family led Chen Wenyao to the backyard, there was a hill in the distance, and there was a lake at the foot of the mountain, which was elegant and quiet, and it was a good place to practice.

There is a huge tree on the southwest side of the lake, which seems to require dozens of people to hug it, and there is an old man under the tree, leisurely fishing by the lake.

Chen Wenyao felt the fluctuation of this person's spiritual power, and thought to himself that this was Senior Ye.

He motioned for Dusty Xiao to come forward and apprentice.

Chen Xiao quietly stepped forward, bowed three times and bowed nine times from a distance of dozens of meters, and then knelt down and did not speak.

Chen Wenyao also stood quietly aside, knowing that this was the old man's test.

One hour, two hours, three hours...... Four hours passed.

Although Chen Xiao had a sore back, he didn't complain at all this time, he knew that the person in front of him had decided whether he could learn Sanskrit or not, and whether he could practice that peerless divine skill.

Every night I go to bed, I sleep with a book, and now that the opportunity is in front of me, how can I give up?

The old man's fish basket was already full, it was time to go back, sighed, and thought to himself, he hadn't accepted a disciple for hundreds of years, and this time he made an exception?

He looked back, but saw that the child was handsome, smiled and said, "Oh, whose child is this, why are you kneeling here, hurry up." ”

"Thank you Master Ye!" Chen Xiao said happily, staggering, almost unable to stand steadily, kneeling for too long, and his legs were not his own!

When Luo Ya was at home, he had already told him that if the master agrees, he will tell you to get up, and if he doesn't, he will treat you as nothing.

The old man was happy and said, "I didn't promise to be your master."

Chenxiao stood up straight, and replied in a childish and hearty voice, "The teacher is great, the entry to teach, and the ability to invest in a skill is the policy of feeding and supporting the family. ”

When the old man heard this, he was even more happy, and he also praised Chen Wenyao for being able to teach such a sensible child.

He said loudly, "Okay, it seems that today, my fate with the world is not over, you have to enter the hall and worship me as a teacher, I still have a few questions!"

Ye Tianfu cleared his throat and said loudly, "When I ask you, why is the apprentice?"

"The teacher is the one who preaches, teaches the profession, and solves doubts, and the disciple naturally learns the way of the teacher. Dusty bowed.

"Second to ask you, my way is not the strategy of feeding and supporting the family, but the way of working together to level the world, and the plan of people's livelihood, can you achieve my wish?"

"Governing the country, leveling the world is the true character of a man, and the disciple follows it" Chen Xiao clenched his little fist and was serious.

"Okay! This last question, what kind of Dao magic power do you want to learn the most?"

"Learn Sanskrit!" replied Dusty and neatly.

Chenwen Yao stood aside and secretly said "Oops", looked up at Mr. Ye, and the old man's brows furrowed into eight characters.