"Cough, cough, cough......" There was a coughing sound from a farmhouse at the foot of Yuntai Mountain. A woman in her fifties was half-lying on the bed, coughing violently. A young man about sixteen or seventeen years old held a medicine bowl in one hand and gently beat the woman's back with the other and said, "Mother, if you don't cough anymore, drink this bowl of medicine, and it will get better slowly." ”

The woman finally stopped coughing, raised her head, looked at her son lovingly, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work." Listen to your father, this medicine has been used up by people, only in high and remote places, you climb high and look far, you must be careful. ”

The young man said arrogantly: "Mother, you also underestimate your son, although I have not practiced aura, but I am also a cultivator, and my body, hands and feet are much stronger and sharper than ordinary people." As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and puffed up his arms to show the woman.

The woman laughed, and the young man drank the medicine in his hand. He looked up and said to his son, "Well, the medicine works very well, and I feel better when I drink it." After that, he smiled again, unconsciously tugged at his chest, and coughed again.

The young man said sadly: "Mother, it's all my fault, there is no name for cultivation, but there is no reality of cultivation." Otherwise, I can also give you some aura, and you will suffer less. ”

The woman patted the young man's hand and comforted: "Son, there are thousands of people in this world, how many of them have cultivated the Tao? Although you do not have the blessing of attaining the Tao, you have the fate of cultivating the Tao, Master Yifeng is famous in the Yuntai Sect, you can worship him as a teacher, isn't it a great fate? You can learn some elixir medicine from Master Yifeng, and it is far better than fighting in the world. ”

The young man lowered his head, looking sad, as if there was something unspeakable, but in the end he only nodded and said to his mother: "Mother, I remember, I can't practice aura, I can't become a spirit child, I will also learn other skills with the master." ”

There have been many similar conversations between mother and son, and this time, as before, the mother smiled with relief, and so did the son.

The medicine had the effect of making people drowsy, and the woman felt a wave of tiredness at this time, and fell asleep before she knew it.

The young man tucked the quilt for his mother, quietly covered the door, and walked to Yuntai Mountain.

The young man's surname is Su, his name is "Yi", and he was accepted as a disciple by Yun Yifeng of Yuntai Sect when he was three years old, and it has been ten and three years so far. In the past thirteen years, Yun Yifeng has treated Su Yi as a son, taught him to read and write, collect medicine and alchemy, and asked the elders in the sect to teach him such advanced secret techniques as drawing talismans, but what is strange is that Yun Yifeng never taught Su Yi the method of cultivating true tuning.

When he was a child, Su Yi was ignorant and naïve, in the hearts of children, the master is the sky, and the master's words are the golden rules, and he has no complaints about doing these miscellaneous things at a daily price, and he enjoys it, and when he grows up to the age of twelve or thirteen, he sees the light on the palm of his fist when he is trying to be a fellow brother, and he can fly with a sword when he hits the gravel, and he can fly with a deep sword, which is completely different from what he has learned, Su Yi can't help but envy in his heart, and he is worried that he will not know anything, so he ran to ask the master. However, the master told him that the path of cultivation was eclectic, and that if he had talent in the Dan Path, he should specialize in it and not be distracted.

Master's words sound right, the path of Dan is indeed infinitely mysterious, and it is worth exploring for a lifetime, but the pursuit of cultivators is to prolong life, and finally to break through life and death, and to attain immortality. Alchemy pharmaceutical, in the final analysis, only plays an auxiliary role. Isn't it foolish to abandon the primary and cling to the secondary now?

But Su Yi never suspected that the master was deliberately delaying him, there was no reason for this, why did the master delay him? What good did delaying him do to the master? Besides, how the master had treated him for more than ten years, he could feel that it was like a loving father's care and care.

Su Yi thought all the way, and didn't realize that he had reached the sect.

The sect is located in the high place of Yuntai Mountain.

Yuntai Mountain is the most famous mountain in Zhao State, it is said that there are 3,000 large peaks and 60,000 small peaks. Yuntai Sect is located in its main peak, the building is magnificent, the decoration is gorgeous, the lower sliver is insignificant, and the cloud road is boundless.

As soon as Su Yi entered the mountain gate, a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old ran over in a hurry, shouting: "Senior brother, senior brother, it's broken, what's wrong with my flying sword, it's very awkward!"

The young man who ran over was called Long Xingchi, the second disciple of Yun Yifeng, and because he started late, he was called Senior Brother Su Yi.

Su Yi took the flying sword, and when he was carefully observing, a sneer came from behind him: "Senior brother, what bullshit senior brother! Cultivating the truth for thirteen years can't break the spirit, and he hasn't even touched the realm of the spirit child, so he dares to call himself a senior brother!" The person who spoke was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and a ruthless look in his eyes. There are two teenagers who look exactly the same behind him, they are twins, the eldest is called Wang Ling, and the younger one is called Wang Li, who embraced him from left to right, and they also sneered.

"Chu Ziyu, Su Yi is different from what we have learned, don't hurt people by talking nonsense!" Long Xingchi turned around and said angrily.

"What you learn is different, I think it's stupid and incompetent, you can't learn it, it's also, how can you learn the magic of the immortal family!" Chu Ziyu sneered. The Wang Ling brothers also laughed.

Su Yi's face turned pale and he didn't say a word, this Chu Ziyu had humiliated him more than once, he wanted to fight back, but how could he fight back? The Xiuzhen world is a place where strength speaks, the aura realm is the right to speak, Chu Ziyu is a spirit scholar, he is not even a spirit child, what do you use to argue with others?

Su Yi threw the flying sword at Long Xing and walked towards the Danfang quickly.

"Shrunken turtle!hahahaha!" There was a burst of laughter behind him.

Long Xingchi approached Chu Ziyu, stared at him word by word, and said, "You have humiliated Su Yi several times, it is nothing more than bullying him for not breaking the spirit." I know your little bit of villainy. The fifteenth day of next month is the trial day of the sect, you wait, I want you to look good when the time comes!"

Chu Ziyu said disdainfully: "Long Xingchi, I know your ability, but I don't scare you." Su Yi is useless, I'm just telling the truth. You've got to stand up for him, and I'll do it. ”

"Okay, watch out for your dog's head then. Long Xingchi threw down a sentence and chased after Su Yi quickly.

"This Long Xingchi is a ruthless and nosy man, we make Su Yi, he always stops, it's really annoying. Wang Li said to Chu Ziyu.

"Even if Long Xingchi doesn't care, can we get Su Yi? Fifth Senior Uncle is so good to him. Wang Ling shook her head.

The fifth uncle in Wang Ling's mouth is Yun Yifeng, because he is the fifth disciple of the sect leader Lei Daoqian, so Wang Ling calls him the fifth uncle.

"The fifth uncle is also a ghost, such a waste, but he maintains him everywhere. Chu Ziyu gritted his teeth and said, "You two brothers will keep an eye on Su Yi in the future and see what kind of fame he makes." Somehow, I got angry when I looked at this man. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother. Wang Ling and Wang Li hurriedly responded.

In the distance, Long Xingchi caught up with Su Yi, and didn't know how to persuade for a while, so he only comforted: "Senior brother, that's a villain, don't be angry." ”

Su Yi felt bitter in his heart, and said astringently: "Xingchi, don't call me senior brother, I'm not worthy." ”

Long Xingchi said solemnly: "Su Yi, among the five disciples under the master's sect, you are the youngest, but you are the earliest to get started, so you are naturally the senior brother." I went up the mountain at the age of nine, and at first because you were young, I refused to call you Senior Brother, but later I admired your talent as a person, so I changed my name to Senior Brother. Although I am reckless and obtuse, I also know how to be bad, the master said that my qualifications are average, and my achievements are not high, but in just ten years, I have actually cultivated to the level of a spiritual scholar, I have today, others don't know, I know it very well, it's all because of you, senior brother. Why don't you deserve it? I, a dignified man, can't do something ungrateful, this senior brother, I call it from the bottom of my heart. ”

Su Yi's heart was originally turbulent, but after hearing these words, he calmed down a little, and his complexion slowly turned from pale to ruddy.

Long Xingchi said again: "Speaking of which, it is still me and Fan Xian who have harmed you, usually you collect medicine and alchemy to do private work, and the pills you practice are only secretly distributed to us, Chu Ziyu They can't ask for it, and it is inevitable to hold a grudge." ”

Su Yi sneered: "My elixir was refined by myself, and it was not stolen and robbed, besides, the elixir is precious, not a few copper coins and a bunch of jelly beans, how can anyone give it to anyone, Chu Ziyu wants to hold a grudge, let him hold a grudge." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Long Xingchi and said, "Forget about business, bring it." ”

Long Xingchi understood and hurriedly handed over the flying sword. The flying sword is four inches long and half an inch wide, with a blade and no handle, emitting a blue light, and is made of blue stone.

The creation of the flying sword has strict requirements for the material, which must be stronger than iron and stone, not too heavy, and must be spiritual. The so-called spirituality is the induction of the material to the aura. Materials without spirituality are difficult to control, such as an ordinary iron sword, which can also be manipulated with aura to make it fly in the air, but the consumption of aura is very large, and subtleties such as turning and turning are extremely unsmooth. The flying sword made of spiritual material moves at will, and under the action of aura, it can be hit wherever it is, and the consumption of aura is relatively small.

After Su Yi saw it, he pointed to a place and said to Long Xingchi: "A corner of this place has collapsed." ”

Long Xingchi leaned over to take a look, and there was indeed a gap the size of a grain of rice on the flying sword, and he really couldn't see it if he didn't look closely.

Su Yi said: "This flying sword is useless. The meaning of building this sword is incomplete, and when it is controlled, it is inevitable that it will be a little different. ”

Long Xingchi said regretfully: "You also know that this flying sword was given to me by the master when I cultivated to the spirit priest, and if I go to the master to ask for it now, I am afraid that I will be blamed by him." ”

Su Yi smiled: "Maybe the master will not only not blame you, but also praise you." ”

Long Xingchi was puzzled: "How do you say this?"

Su Yi said: "The Qing Ying Stone is a very hard material, and what can break the Qing Ying Sword is not an ordinary thing! I'm afraid it is more valuable than the Qing Ming." ”

Long Xingchi suddenly realized, jumped up and turned around and ran: "The flying sword was broken when it hit a mountain wall, I'll go and see it right away, there must be something strange about that mountain wall." ”

Su Yi looked at his back and smiled first, and slowly the corners of his mouth drooped, and the whole person was lonely and depressed, like an old man.