Luo Yu was a little surprised, Master's injury seemed to be much more serious than he imagined, so he asked tentatively, "Master, is your injury serious?"

Unexpectedly, there was no answer.

Luoyu was quite embarrassed, but what he didn't see was that when the master turned to leave, there was a glimmer of crystal in his slightly closed eyes.

For many years, he has been alone in this cold and cage-like Yinyu Peak, and there is almost nothing else to do except suppress injuries and see things and think about people.

In addition, he could only watch his peers become teachers one by one, develop and grow their factions, and gradually come out of the decadence at that time, how could he not feel it in his heart?

A hundred years of time have passed negligently, and he has gone from being the last junior brother of the year to silently being the first in a hundred years on this cold Yinyu Peak.

But he really didn't have any sense of existence as the first seat, and even Yin Yu Peak seemed to have become a forgotten place with him.

He thought that the rest of his life would pass away like this, and he never thought that he would one day become a human teacher, because he really couldn't imagine that anyone would want to come to such a place and worship such a master.

It turns out that there are really only unimaginable things in the world, and nothing that is impossible to happen.

Until this time, he couldn't figure out how Luo Yu fell in love with him. This child must be qualified and have a sense of understanding, is it because he is outstanding, so his ideas are extraordinary?

Although there is only one more person in Luoyu, no matter what, Yinyu Peak can be regarded as a inheritance, and even the cold and lonely scenery on weekdays seems to have a little more vitality.

As soon as he took two steps, he turned around again, threw Luo Yu a bag, and said casually: "There are some things you may need here, so I'll give them to you first while I haven't forgotten them." With that, he left without looking back.

After Luo Yu saw the master leave, he opened the bag, but with the naked eye, it was blurry, and he reached in in curiosity, but found that there was another space inside, and he didn't touch anything after touching it for a long time, so he simply dropped the bag and shook it off, and then a bunch of things crackled out of it.

He flipped through it casually, picked up a short knife inlaid with three wind attribute cyan crystals, and swung it a few times.

Even without injecting a trace of spiritual power, the spar on the short knife had already glowed with blue light on its own according to the trajectory he swung, bringing up a wind blade, not only did it not make a single sound of breaking the wind, but it also did not feel half a bit of resistance.

Luo Yu was amazed, looked over and over again, and compared it with the short blade that Old Man Wang brought back from the Yanshan Gate, and suddenly had an immediate opinion, and had to sigh that the handwriting of the first sect of the Qingning Sect was really extraordinary.

Then he picked up a jade pendant like a talisman, fiddled with it twice, and didn't see anything, so he casually put it around his neck.

There were also a few magic tokens and other things, and he didn't have a clue at all, so he stuffed them back again, and then hung the bag around his waist.

Looking down from where he was, a semicircular platform stretched out from the back of the first floor of the main building toward the outside of the cliff.

Luo Yu slandered, these monks don't know how to play with their lives? Make such a terrace, wouldn't you stand on it and worry about the terrace collapsing and falling under the cliff?

Although he thought so, he still came down from the upper floor and walked onto the platform.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the platform, the original warm atmosphere of spring disappeared in an instant, and the howling wind swept by, Luoyu was caught off guard and was almost thrown out, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!

If this is blown out by the wind, he will really end up with no bones left, and he, the so-called rare super genius, will become the most ridiculous disciple in the history of the Qingning Sect in the blink of an eye.

Hurriedly transported the power to his feet, and the center of gravity sank, Luoyu fixed himself firmly on the ground, and groped for a while to adapt before he dared to move around at will.

The small half of the terrace was shrouded in a canopy of luxuriant trees, and Luoyu slowly stepped into the shadows, and found a set of tables and chairs cut from logs, with a chess game on top of them, instead of a chessboard. The chess pieces are divided into black and yellow, but they are not chess pieces at all, but just points of light that flicker on the cross-section of the log.

Luoyu was puzzled, it seemed that there were only two of them on this Yinyu Peak, and he didn't know who the master was playing chess with?

In this direction, on the east side of the main building, on the lower ground, grows a large tree that needs to be hugged by several people, and the top of the canopy is almost level with the light curtain, like a huge green umbrella half-hidden on the terrace.

Unlike other courtyards around the tree, there are not many traces of artificial carving, and the original mountain rocks are exposed, I don't know if it is because of the reason that they have been bathed in the light curtain all year round, and a large number of rare herbs such as Ganoderma lucidum grow randomly in the cracks of the stones, flashing with various halos.

Luo Yu left the main building and came to the bottom of the tree, only to notice that there was a small wooden house hidden in the canopy. However, there were no ladders or anything like that, only a circle of windows, not even doors, and there were no supports or fixtures under the wooden house, so Luo Yu guessed that it must have been imprisoned there by magic.

After walking around, Luo Yu couldn't help but be curious, and poked his head into the courtyard where the master lived.

There is only one hut in the courtyard with a closed door, backed by the side of the main building, and the walls of the roof are covered with a dense climbing plant. The dark green leaves are shiny and shiny, the size of a child's palm, and they are dotted with strings of white flowers, like strings of pearls hanging from the heads of rich and noble women.

Up close, each flower looks like an upside-down bottle, with a few strands of purple stamens flowing from the openings below, occasionally reflecting a little bit of brilliance under the shimmering blue light curtain.

There is no courtyard wall near the cliff, and a few pine trees growing in the cracks in the rocks on the cliff side stretch their branches up strongly, marking the yard with clear boundaries.

Some silvery plants parasitize the ends of the pine branches, they resemble ordinary grass leaves, soft and flexible, most of them are no more than a foot long, the roots are spiraled around the pine trees, and the tail ends resemble the aquatic plants in a stream, fluttering slightly in the direction of the sky with the mountain wind.

The quiet courtyard was shrouded in a quiet and peaceful state under the afterglow of the pale blue light curtain, Luo Yu didn't know what he should do now, turned around, and returned to the big tree on the other side.

After all, the young man is still lively, and Luoyu used his skills to get into the small tree house.

Everything in the treehouse is made of logs, so simple that there is no decoration or craftsmanship, except for a dark yellow rattan futon on the floor.

Finally having a stable place to settle down, he could get out of the nervous state of struggling to survive, Luoyu let out a long breath and sat on the futon, with a sense of solid relief in his heart.

Back then, he naively thought that as long as he desperately got the opportunity to enter the Jichuan Gate, he only had to think about how to work hard to cultivate.

Who would have thought that since he embarked on the path of cultivation, for him, everything has developed on an unpredictable, unplanned, and unrepeatable "wrong path", and all kinds of twists and turns and life-and-death wandering almost made him lose his courage and confidence.

Now sitting here, Luo Yu is really right, believing that everything has passed, and he has finally begun his own path of seeking the Tao!

There are too many things worth recalling recently, Luo Yu looked out the window and thought intently, until the sun went down and the moon rose and the stars rose, he fell asleep unconsciously under the half of the night sky that was red by the firelight of the Chengyang Palace.