Bai Zhi had long heard that Gu Xiuyuan was always bullied by a little rabbit cub named Murong Lie in the academy, so he taught him a style of exercises. Gu Xiuyuan now recalls that Bai Zhi only taught him a rather simple way of meditation, but his internal strength has improved nearly five times.

And when Bai Zhi prayed that Gu Xiuyuan could raise his eyebrows with his own strength, Gu Xiuyuan didn't want to take revenge at all. Bai Zhi hated the iron and asked, "Why don't you fight back?" ”

"Master said that you should repay your grievances with virtue."

Bai Zhi laughed angrily at him, "Repay grievances with virtue? How to repay virtue? ”

Gu Xiuyuan was stopped by him. Yes, Master always says to do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and he is very good to everyone, why has he never received an equal return, and even has been avenged by his generals.

"Anyway...... I can't do that. The Murong family is not easy to mess with, I, I'm afraid that they will hurt you. ”

"Remember, in this world, no one can hurt Uncle Shi!"

"Will Uncle Shi die?"

"Uncle Shi is an immortal, of course he won't die!"

"Hmm!"

"You little fool...... Come over and let Uncle Shi hug me. ”

Gu Xiuyuan remembered that for a long time, Bai Zhi would lock himself in his room and never sleep, until one day he excitedly hugged himself in a circle, saying that he had finally found it.

At that time, Gu Xiuyuan learned that the cultivation method that helped him improve his skills was the "Theory of Sitting and Forgetting" that Bai Zhi had studied all his life. Bai Zhi said that even though this is only the most basic method of pranayama, there are infinite mysteries in it, which can be described as mysterious and mysterious.

Gu Xiuyuan listened to him talk to him with a lot of interest, but he couldn't understand a word. Gu Xiuyuan had heard his master say that there were too many profound martial arts secrets in the cultivation realm to count, all of them were left by legendary-level figures, and the world was accustomed to them, and they could call the wind and rain. Uncle Shi is an ordinary man, although he has a little talent, but his cultivation is not enough, what unfathomable things can he write? Gu Xiuyuan was unimpressed at the time.

He only knew that this book was very important to Bai Zhi, more important than life.

"Why did Uncle Shi study this?"

There are cranes singing in the sky, facing the summer breeze, and the brilliant sunset is reflected in the white eyes.

"I have a dream."

Gu Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing, this kind of cynical person who eats enough and is full of darkness, does he actually have a dream?

"The Daomen is dilapidated and declining, only the Immortal Palace has preserved the ancient books left by the Daomen Patriarch, I want to use this book to tell the world that cultivating immortals - exists!"

Bai Zhi held high "On Sitting and Forgetting", and at that moment, this ordinary person was shining as a whole.

There are countless sons of Daomen Zhilan Yushu, but there is only one unknown Taoist priest who is willing to carry the ancient books left by his ancestor to save sentient beings. Although the Immortal Palace is a small flame, Bai Zhi has unswervingly believed from beginning to end that this flame will one day carry the flame of "Sitting and Forgetting" and burn endlessly in the entire sky.

However, Bai Zhi's lifelong hope was still in the wind and rain after all, and it was gone.

When Gu Xiuyuan was twelve years old, on a cold night, a figure jumped into the Palace of Eternal Life. The man was covered in wounds and was dying. This person is the nightmare of Gu Xiuyuan's life - the head of the Murong family, Murong Lie's father, Murong Lin.

He was badly wounded, his wounds were bleeding venom, and his lute bone was shattered by a strong force. Murong Lin woke up from his coma, grabbed Bai Zhi's hand and begged him, "Kill me." ”

Bai Zhi knew that for a monk, if he lost the pipa bone, it would be more painful than death.