According to the usual practice, cultivation is usually in the early hours of the morning, so Zhi'an got up early in the morning and sat in the courtyard waiting for his grandfather to arrive. But things are often unexpected, such as Zhi'an waited until noon, and still didn't see the shadow of his grandfather......

Orian muttered, "What's the situation?" Didn't you say that you were cultivating today? "Look at the sun above you, it's really not cool! Zhi'an couldn't hold back any longer, so he went to look at the door of the old man in the skull: "Grandpa, are you still practicing?" "But there was no sound. Zhi'an worked harder: "Grandpa! "Still no sound." How so, could it be that something happened to Grandpa? Weaving was in a hurry, so he took a big hammer from his side and smashed it against the wooden door with all his strength, only to hear "Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the gate collapsed, and in an instant the dust flew up.

And the old man who was lying on the bed suddenly sat up straight, his eyes widened, "Earthquake?" ”

Weaving An's face is full of black lines, and after doing so much, it turns out that this old man is still sleeping! "Grandpa! You're too lazy! Do you know when is the best time to practice? You're missing out! Orian stood on the fallen door, clasping her waist with her hands and shouting, as if she were the master.

The old man didn't care, and yawned big, "Ah, it turns out to be Zhi'an, it's still early, you might as well go and sleep a little longer." So saying, the old man was going to lie down again.

Zhi'an frowned, wondering in his heart, what is going on? Could it be that I have seen the wrong time? No, the sun is so high! "Grandpa, it's probably noon now!"

The old man closed his eyes and nodded, "yes, it's hot." ”

"Then it's still early!" Ori'an's face was full of rage, and she yelled directly into the old man's ear. At this time, the old man came to his senses and rubbed his eyes, "Girls should be gentle, otherwise if there are no boys who like it, it will lead to not being able to get married." ”

"How is that possible! Your granddaughter and I are both loved and lively and lovely, and have accumulated all the good praise in the world, how can I not get married, but grandpa, you are lazy and deceitful, you must not be liked by grandma, right? Orian squinted as if he could see through everything.

"You, you, you! You! Wrong! I think back then, I had a lot of goblins chasing, but I like to be comfortable, so I don't want to be bound, you say, do you have a man chasing now? The old man tilted his head, very angry.

Zhi'an's eyes rolled, thought about it, and suddenly lowered his head, "It seems that there is no big man chasing after him." "Haha! I won! The old man danced happily, not noticing Orian's sad little eyes.

So, Zhi'an stood up abruptly and rushed out of the door angrily: "Don't practice anymore!" "And when I went out, I still stepped on the door." Ay! Who did this to you! My Mahogany Door! The old man's words were full of distress.

At this time, Weaving Anxin was a little comforted, smiled on his face, turned around and said proudly: "That person who no one wants did it!" After saying that, he made a grimace, which was so cute.

"You, you, you!" The old man had tears on his face, "My poor door! "Yay!" Zhi An ran back to the room happily, and lay down to sleep gracefully, very satisfied with the result.

Unconsciously, Zhi'an fell asleep, and in her dream, she saw the master, who stood at one end of the wasteland and waved at her, smiling so beautifully, like a clear spring, infiltrating the dry heart. Suddenly, the sky was full of dust, and Zhi'an couldn't see a single figure, nor could he see the master. Zhi'an shouted in it, but his voice was not covered by it, and he looked so weak. Just when she was exhausted, the master appeared, but a big fireball suddenly fell from the sky, the fireball hit the master, and the master was burned all over, but the master did not cry or extinguish the fire on his body, but kept looking at her with a smile, and the smile became more and more powerless, more and more alienated, and even turned into a sneer, as if mocking Zhi'an's ignorance and Zhi'an's indifference.

Orian tried to run forward, but as if he had been cursed, no matter how far he ran, he couldn't run to his master's side. Zhi'an lay on the ground, crying and shouting: "Master! Master! But the master couldn't hear it, and gradually, he was engulfed in flames. Weaving An was lying in the wasteland, his eyes were desperate, and he tried to crawl forward, but he only saw the charred body of the master, and there was still a trace of sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Orian struggled, screaming, as if she had fallen into a dream. The old man of the skeleton was nervous, and Zhi'an had a special physique, so he was not suitable to live in the barren land of the wasteland, but now, I am afraid that he will fall into the cracks of dreams! If you don't pull it back in time, you may close yourself forever! The old man picked up a gold needle from his sleeve and inserted it into Zhi'an's forehead, only to see Zhi'an slowly calm down, and after a while, he opened his eyes.

After opening his eyes, Zhi'an's eyes were empty, as if he had really experienced a catastrophe, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely, until he saw the person in front of him clearly and realized that it was just a dream, not real. "Grandpa, when did you arrive?" Zhi'an's breath is weak, and he has lost the spirit of the past.

The old man guessed half a point in his heart, presumably this girl had experienced a lot of hardships in her previous life, and this life also brought many gray memories, but she hadn't realized it yet. "I just came." As the old man said, he secretly hid the golden needle, "Come and remind you, it's time to cultivate." ”

"Oh." Orian replied, "Ah! Zhi'an sat up abruptly and looked at the sky outside, "Grandpa, is it early in the morning or at night?" ”

"Silly boy, of course it's late at night!" The old man touched her head and said very "gently".

"So." Zhi'an straightened up and sat down, ready to reason with his grandfather, "You don't practice in the morning, you don't practice in the afternoon, it's quiet in the dead of night, and you want to cultivate late at night?" ”

"That's right!" The old man nodded as a matter of course, "You said it, the dead of night is naturally the best time to cultivate, otherwise it will be very noisy during the day, which will affect the speed of our cultivation." ”

Weaving rolled his eyes, even in the daytime, no creature would come over and make noise! But after all, he finally got the opportunity to cultivate, and he happened to be awake, so he promised the old man, "Okay." ”

The cultivation method taught by the old man of the skeleton to Zhi'an is different from that of Mo Xuan, it should be lucky in the dantian, but the old man of the skeleton is lucky in the body, although the wasteland is barren, but the aura is the purest, whether it is a demon or an immortal, it can greatly improve the cultivation here, but the wasteland is remote, and no one dares to break in. Zhi'an itself has the old man's 6,000-year-old cultivation, and with the rotation of spiritual energy, he quickly absorbed most of it, and became more and more handy when casting spells.

After everything is over, concentrate on the mind, have no distractions, and become one with the world, and when you open your eyes, you will feel relaxed physically and mentally, as if you have gone through a baptism.

"Grandpa, who is your master?" Orian asked, sitting on a stone bench.

The old man was stunned with the teacup, and he didn't know how to answer: "Maybe it's because the time is too long, so far away that I have forgotten who the master is." I only remember his youthful appearance, that smile is the most beautiful laugh in the world, and he is also the most beautiful boy in the world, inclusive of all things, unmatched. ”

Zhi'an looked at the reverence on the old man's face, and knew that he must be a god-like existence in the master's heart, just like he did to the master, and there was no one to replace him. "Grandpa, I miss the master." Orian leaned on the old man's shoulder and whispered.

The old man smiled knowingly, "It's going to be soon, but before your master comes back, you must learn this cultivation technique, because if you can't control the six thousand years of cultivation, you will go mad, and then you won't be able to become an immortal, I'm afraid that your master will be disappointed!" ”

"Will I really become an immortal?" Weaving muttered in peace. "Yes, you are dedicated to goodness, you can see things thoroughly at a young age, and becoming an immortal is just around the corner." After listening to his grandfather, Zhi'an said his real doubts: "Other people have to cultivate for many years to become immortals, but I only have a few hundred years, and I got cheap, and I asked for my grandfather's cultivation for nothing, and I always feel that something is wrong." ”

"Haha." The old man of the skeleton was more and more satisfied with his granddaughter, "It's good that you know this, there is nothing wrong with it, in fact, if you come to this wasteland, it can be regarded as a tribulation, no matter who it is, if you want to become an immortal, you will have to go through the tribulation." After you have gone through the tribulation, you have been cultivated by mistake, which is a matter of course, and there is nothing wrong with it. It's just that before you ascend to immortality, there is still a big catastrophe, which may be life-threatening, you have to be careful. "The old man of the skeleton was aware of her special personality as early as when Zhi'an transformed into her real body and fell into a coma.

"Then I don't want to become an immortal." Orian said a little coquettishly.

The old man tapped on her head, "Fool, isn't it that you don't want to give up on immortal ascension?" All things are coincidental in life, whether it is love or injury, you can't expect it, and you can't hide it. Instead of thinking about giving up, it's better to give it a go. ”

Zhi'an listened, like an empowerment, and suddenly realized, "I shouldn't be willful. ”

"Haha, what is this, you should be willful at your age, and you will know how to go next only after you are willful." The old man looked at the moonlight on the wasteland and sighed, "I haven't looked at this full moon for many years. ”

"Then tonight, my granddaughter will accompany my grandfather to see enough!" Zhi'an took out the rattan chair in the room, and he and the old man of the skeleton were one by one, lying on it, swaying and contented.

Maybe it was because of the nightmares during the day, Zhi'an didn't sleep well, so she lay on the rattan chair, and within a while, she fell asleep. Then the aura of the moonlight, Zhi'an had another dream, this time, she dreamed that she became a fairy, reacquainted herself with the master, and played and made trouble, so unhappy.

"Hehe, master, what is delicious in your hand, give me a taste." Zhi'an drooled while smirking stupidly, and saw the old man laugh wildly, "Haha, the master is holding a chicken leg in his hand!" The old man reached out and took a piece of wood, turned it into a chicken leg, and put it to Weaver's mouth. Orian bit violently, "Ah! My teeth! I saw her grinning on the rattan chair, looking at her grandfather viciously: "Do you believe it or not, I plucked your beard when you were asleep!" ”