After a while, the light faded, only a cigarette was intervened, but the light flickered again, and so on and so on, just when Xiao Lang was considering whether to put the Yunling Jar into the magic weapon column, something that made him even more unexpected appeared, only to hear a voice from far and near, into Xiao Lang's ears: "You are Xiao Lang?" ”

It is a middle-aged man with a face like jade, a pair of sword eyebrows revealing a heroic force, eyes like ink, Danfeng Chaoyang, as if he can see through the sorrow of the world, if it is not for a three-inch-long scar in the middle of his forehead that cuts straight down the bridge of his nose like a stone carving, then this person can definitely attract countless spring resentful women.

"Where did you get this?" The middle-aged man pointed to the Yunling jar and asked again.

"A friend gave it to me for safekeeping." Although the guy in front of him was upright and seemed to know himself, Xiao Lang still put the Spirit Jar into the magic weapon column first.

"Friends? How old are you, how can it be? The middle-aged man seemed to understand what Xiao Lang was afraid of, and said, "My name is Yan Wunuo, if you don't believe it, you can ask the disciples of other sects around here." ”

As he spoke, a disciple who was passing by and didn't know what sect or sect saw the middle-aged man, and immediately walked over and bowed and said, "Uncle Yan." ”

It may be that the scar on Yan Wunuo's face makes him extremely recognizable.

"Hmm." Yan Wunuo nodded, didn't say anything else, and looked full of style.

That disciple only came to salute, nothing else, and saw that Yan Wunuo had no intention of answering, so he bowed down and retired.

Yan Wunuo really didn't mean to respond to that disciple, but directly turned his head to Xiao Lang and said, "What's the matter, now you believe it." ”

"It was given to me by Lao Dao, and his surname is Yan." Xiao Lang said that since this is the case, there is no need to hide it. Eighty percent of the people who come know the old way will find themselves according to the spirit jar.

And the visions just now are probably the means used by this person.

"Yan Buhui is my eldest brother, a few days ago he sent a message to me, saying that there is a young man around here, named Xiao Lang, who is related to him, and wants me to accept him as a disciple?" Yan Wunuo gave Xiao Lang a surprise as soon as he opened his mouth, of course, looking at Yan Wunuo's expression, there was no sense of surprise.

But Xiao Lang is not concerned about this now.

"Lao Dao is still alive!" Xiao Lang grabbed Yan Wunuo's shoulder and asked.

Xiao Lang was in front of him at that time, so he was prompted to complete the trial task, and after logging in to the game again, he came to the novice village, and he didn't know what happened later.

Although it seems that it was the empty monk who saved Lao Dao's life before, and what objects did he take out to save the empty life, but in the end, Xiao Wan's outburst and the fight for his life will cause what the consequences will be, he really doesn't know.

"What do you mean!" Yan Wunuo was stunned for a moment by Xiao Lang's question, and immediately asked rhetorically, looking even more eager than Xiao Lang, otherwise, with his skills, how could he let Xiao Lang grab his shoulders like this.

"I don't know."

To be precise, Xiao Lang didn't know how to express everything, so he could only roughly describe what happened to him in the trial mission to Yan Wunuo.

"That's the case," Yan Wunuo pushed Xiao Lang's hand away, obviously relieved, but he didn't seem to be at ease, and said to Xiao Lang, "You take out the [Five Ghost Spirit Jar]. ”

Xiao Lang did as he heard when he heard this, and this time, the Spirit Jar did not show any brilliance.

Yan Wunuo held the Yunling Jar and looked left and right for a long time, before finally breathing a sigh of relief, and said to Xiao Lang: "The seal of the Yunling Jar is still intact, which means that the eldest brother is fine, at least, there is no danger to his life." ”

"That's good." Xiao Lang finally let go of a thing in his heart, the old way is not in danger, so in this way, the old monks should not be in danger.

"Well, how can this be?" Yan Wunuo originally wanted to continue to complete the old way's entrustment, but suddenly discovered the abnormality on Xiao Lang's body: "Why don't you have any spiritual roots, is it a heavenly crippled body?" ”

What the Heavenly Remnant Body is, Xiao Lang doesn't know, but what Xiao Lang knows is that this Heavenly Remnant Body is not a good thing, not to mention compared to any innate spirit body, even compared to the native NPCs of the [Fantasy World], it is also inferior.

Before Xiao Lang could answer, he heard Yan Wunuo say again: "No wonder you haven't entered the Immortal Gate until now, so that's the case, I'm afraid it's not that you don't want to worship, but you can't." ”

"Yes." Although Xiao Lang's face was calm, in fact, he still muttered in his heart, after all, he had almost cut off the hope of worshipping in the immortal gate, and suddenly a cultivator wanted to take himself into the door, and it was impossible to say in his heart that he was unhappy, especially if this cultivator and Lao Dao were still brothers, and they were entrusted by Lao Dao, at least their character was guaranteed.

I just hope that I don't let the spiritual root stop me anymore.

"Hehe," I didn't expect this Yan Wunuo to chuckle twice, but it made the scar on his face even more hideous, before he continued: "It seems that you are not only related to my eldest brother, but also have a shallow relationship with me. Speaking of this, Yan Wunuo paused for no reason, and seeing that Xiao Lang didn't react, he continued as if nothing happened: "Originally, I thought that if your qualifications were really as my eldest brother said, you would definitely enter the twelve gates, but I couldn't see you anyway, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." ”

"What, since I don't have a spiritual root, can you still accept me as a disciple, or do you have a way to restore my spiritual root?" Xiao Lang could tell from his words that this Yan Wunuo hadn't given up on himself because he didn't have a spiritual root.

"I can't help it," Yan Wunuo first shattered Xiao Lang's little hope, and then said out loud: "Maybe my eldest brother will know, after all, there are many secrets in this spirit jar, only he understands. But my sect is not a spiritual root, so I will say that you are related to me, which is also one of the reasons. ”

Yan Wunuo seemed to be worried that Xiao Lang had any other thoughts, so he continued to explain: "In fact, for us, without the spiritual root, the difficulty of cultivation doubles, which is almost equivalent to breaking the future of becoming an immortal, but even so, since ancient times, there has been no shortage of cultivators like you, and finally became immortals with great perseverance, not to mention that for you heavenly dependents, the problem is not so serious, of course, there must be gaps, how to make up for these gaps, it depends on your own ability." ”

(Xiao Lang heard Lao Dao say "Heavenly Favorite", so he knew that Yan Wunuo was talking about players, of course, Xiao Lang heard the NPC most during this time to call the alien rather than any Heavenly Favorite, such as Fen Wuwei said so.) ）

In fact, it is because the disciples sent by various sects and factions are not real disciples, and most of them are not even "people", and they have no autonomy at all, so they can only honestly follow the requirements of the previous selection of disciples in the door to guide players, if they are replaced by some elders in the door, they are afraid that they will be eager to include this "one in ten thousand" heavenly favor under the door - in the future, Xiao Lang's cultivation is successful, that is, they have the wisdom to understand people, and it is reasonable to not succeed, anyway, there are not many people in their own sect, nothing more than a pair of chopsticks.

"What, Xiao Lang, if you want, you can become my registered disciple." Having said this, Yan Wunuo also became colorful.

Although he was not a formal disciple, he finally gave Xiao Lang hope to continue his cultivation.

"I don't think I have any other choice." Xiao Lang replied, half excited, half helpless.

For example, to describe Xiao Lang's contradictory mood now, a person who originally had a strength of 500 points scored 300 points in the college entrance examination, and originally thought that he had not gone to school, and could only go to Lanxiang or New Oriental, so he was very depressed, and suddenly there was a pheasant university willing to reduce his score to admit him, most of which were mixed, happy because he didn't have to learn to walk a tractor or fry waist flowers, and worried because he hadn't heard of this university at all, and he couldn't even choose his own major, and his future prospects were worrying.

But things can only be made in the future, and the worrying prospects are not necessarily no prospects, no matter what, it will not be worse than deleting the number and starting over, not to mention, the younger brother of the old way, will not be a fated child who does not learn and has no skills.