In a pure green bamboo forest in the back mountain of Tianjing Mountain, there are dozens of tombs built up of earth and stone, after four years, a lot of weeds have grown next to the grave of Hancang, and it is late autumn, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, showing a decadent scene.

Not far from the bamboo forest, there are two figures walking slowly, in front of a humane bone fairy wind, it is Tianjizi, the face is no different from four years ago, followed by him is a drooping child, holding a small bamboo basket in his hand, the basket contains a few herbs that cannot be named, but this child looks a little thin, pale yellow, but that pair of eyes are as deep as a pool, passing by the green bamboo forest, the child constantly probes to look into the forest.

"Chengzhong, what are you looking at?" Tianjizi didn't look back, nor did he slow down, the little child behind him seemed to be a little struggling, at this time, listening to Tianjizi's inquiry, he hurriedly walked two steps faster, and stumbled back: "Master...... Father, Tomorrow ...... It is...... Han...... Brother's ...... Death day, right?"

Tianjizi called this child Chengzhong, who was Meng Xiao who was rescued by Han Cang from Mengjia Village. Four years have passed in the blink of an eye, when Wang Xuangan left with Song Yun, and did not come back to find any trouble, Meng Xiao stayed in Tianjing Mountain, and the next day at noon Han Cang died without illness, Meng Xiao has been taken care of by Tianjizi, Tianjizi does not have Han Cang's patience to find some milk for Meng Xiao, he is at most to help Meng Xiao boil some soup and feed, so from the beginning Meng Xiao is like malnutrition, and then after almost half a year, Tianjizi directly fed Meng Xiao with water and rice, at first he couldn't digest it at all, and his small body always looked like he was sick, and he was much thinner than children of the same age。

For four years, Meng Xiao had to believe that everything in front of him was not a dream, so he gradually began to accept the reality, but those memories of his past life were buried deep in his heart, only in the dead of night he looked at the bright moon in the sky alone in a daze, thinking of his parents and relatives, tears flowed, regretting that he was not at the beginning, and his happy life was ruined by his own hands.

In the past few years, following Tianjizi, Meng Xiao has learned to walk again, but as soon as he speaks, his mouth is like he doesn't obey the call, he always stammers, much slower than normal people, at first Meng Xiao is more anxious, the more unclear he is, what he thinks in his mind is obviously "one", and his mouth becomes "seven", which really sharpens his impatient temperament a lot.

Later, Meng Xiao started from a toddler, Tianjizi found that he has a learning ability beyond ordinary people, especially the talent of martial arts is even better, as long as a little guidance he can comprehend some indescribable essence, the more so Tianjizi is more strict with him, so as not to make him arrogant, but deep down, Tianjizi still has a lot of expectations for Meng Xiao, after all, he has been in Tianjing Mountain for so many years, and there is no real sense of the heir, if Meng Xiao can learn his ability, and even carry it forward, it is also a great blessing for him。

Speaking of today, Tianjizi didn't know what to think, early in the morning he took Meng Xiao to this back mountain to collect medicine, and deliberately passed by the green bamboo forest, this forest is buried with many heroes of Tianjing Mountain, they have made sacrifices for Tianjing Mountain for various reasons, but they can not show the descendants, so they were buried in this forest after death, not even a stone tablet was left, only a handful of loess, Han Cang is also one of them, he was buried in the northeast corner of the bamboo forest in a place where the bamboo is repaired.

Hearing Meng Xiao mention Han Cang, Tianjizi's heart faintly gave birth to a trace of relief, in his memory, he only roughly mentioned his life experience to Meng Xiao, about the fact that Han Cang rescued him up the mountain, he didn't mention it three times at most, I didn't expect this four-year-old boy to remember Han Cang's death day.

"Chengzhong, how do you know that tomorrow will be your Senior Brother Han's death day?" Tianjizi asked seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Xiao's little hand holding the bamboo basket tightened, and then replied vaguely: "The disciple remembers that in the morning the master said that today is the day when I went up the mountain for four years, and I also heard the master say that Senior Brother Han passed away on the second day of my mountain, so I think tomorrow is the death day of Senior Brother Han." ”

Tianjizi said "um" and stopped talking, Meng Xiao followed behind him, seeing that he couldn't see the green bamboo forest behind him after turning a path in front of him, Meng Xiao suddenly said: "Master, can I come to worship Senior Brother Han tomorrow?"

"You?" Tianjizi was a little surprised in his heart, he couldn't imagine that this little guy who was only four years old still knew how to hang the soul of the dead, at this age when he should have been stubborn, except for the fact that Meng Xiao's body didn't look as strong as his age, everything else had a maturity that didn't match his age, "Why did you come to worship Senior Brother Han?"

Meng Xiao took two quick steps, stepped forward and raised his right arm, stretched out his little hand to grab the little finger of Tianjizi's left hand, "Master, I remember that you once said that if it weren't for Senior Brother Han, I would have been killed by the bad guys, and if it wasn't for Senior Brother Han's bitter begging, Master wouldn't have taken me in, so I should repay Senior Brother Han's kindness......"

Tianjizi smiled, and took Meng Xiao's small hand with his left hand, "Chengzhong, it's rare that you have this intention, your Senior Brother Han should also be blind if you have knowledge under the spring, tomorrow morning, how about Master accompany you to sweep the tomb of Senior Brother Han?"

"Thank you, Master!"

In the past four years, it was the first time Meng Xiao had said so many things to Tianjizi, in the past, Tianjizi said it alone, and sometimes Meng Xiao couldn't even say a word for several days. It was ten o'clock in the evening when Tianjizi led Meng Xiao back to his residence, and the surrounding temples were continuous, with no less than thousands of houses, and the master and apprentice just quietly returned to the small courtyard that belonged to them.

Tianjing Taoist people moved the soil into a mountain, opened a sect here, and retreated to the immortals after a hundred years of domination, and passed to Tianshu and others are already the fourth generation of disciples, Tianshu and others are already the fourth generation of disciples, and the rest such as Tianquan, Tianxuan and others have a total of more than one hundred and twenty people, Tianjizi is an outlier, and even his master Hui Zheng is also. In terms of strength, Tianjizi is not under Tianshu, but the disciples are lonely and withered, before Han Cang, Tianjizi also received three apprentices, but these three people have not practiced with Tianjizi for more than three years, and then they became registered and left the sect, Tianjizi's master Hui Zheng has only accepted two apprentices in his life, and the big apprentice went to the immortal forty years ago, so Hui Zheng is now only left with Tianjizi, if you count Meng Xiao, there are only two masters and apprentices, so in this place where the palace is full of people and people, only their small courtyard seems deserted。 Tianjizi's senior brothers, such as Tiansheng, Tianzhao and others, not only have a family, but also have a group of descendants, and even hundreds of disciples and grandchildren, and the head of Tianshu also has two sons and a daughter under his knees, and more than a dozen formal disciples, which is not as lonely as Tianjizi here.

Meng Xiao followed Tianjizi, every sunset, Tianjizi would close his door to retreat, no matter what Meng Xiao did, until the sunrise on the second day, he would not end the night class, at first Meng Xiao was often hungry, and then he got used to it. Compared with the lively and cheerful neighbors, Meng Xiao was clean, and when he was really bored, he recited some mantras taught by Tianjizi during the day.

Regarding the immortal magic and Taoism, if it was placed in the previous life, Meng Xiao would never believe it, but in this dream-like situation, everything could not be left to him, not to mention that Song Yun and others soared through the clouds and fog at the beginning It was what he saw with his own eyes, and even now Tianjizi often holds the lamp in the air, one step at a time. In addition, Meng Xiao found that he also had a very magical ability, that is, he could identify objects and identify treasures, as long as some magic weapons and Taoist weapons looked through his eyes, he could get a data in his mind, how much immortal power and how much potential were at a glance, but he had never mentioned this matter to anyone.

Meng Xiao followed Tianjizi back to the courtyard and came to the center of the patio, Meng Xiao stopped, respectfully watched Tianjizi return to the house, and came to the door, Tianjizi suddenly stopped, paused for a moment and said: "Chengzhong, come in with the teacher." ”

"Yes!" Meng Xiao was also stunned, Tianjizi had never let himself enter his house for four years, what was going on today? Meng Xiao didn't have time to think about it, put the bamboo basket in his hand aside, and followed Tianjizi into the door.

The room of Tianjizi is dusty, the east and west walls are full of all kinds of books, and there is a portrait hanging on the front wall, in which the person in the painting is holding a sword in one hand and a flute in the other, looking into the distance. There is an incense burner in front of the painting, and the three stone incense sticks in the furnace are about the thickness of Meng Xiao's thumb, and they are half burning at the moment.

"Come and meet the Patriarch. Tianjizi said solemnly, Meng Xiao didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly knelt down in front of the painting and slammed his head three times, and then listened to Tianjizi say loudly: "The ancestor of this sect is the Tianjing real person enshrined in Tianhua Palace. There are six people in the real person, this painting is one of the jade flutes, the jade flute patriarch accepted the apprentice Fuxuzi, and the Fuxu master accepted my master emblem as an apprentice, passed to me is the fourth generation of disciples, today the teacher officially accepted you as an apprentice before the portrait of the jade flute patriarch, from now on, you are the fifth generation of disciples of Tianjing Mountain.

Meng Xiao suddenly realized, it turned out that until today, Jizi was officially accepted as an apprentice, and he was busy bowing to the portrait of the jade flute three times and knocking nine times, and then bowed to Tianjizi again, after several years of getting along, Meng Xiao knew in his heart that although Tianjizi was strict on the surface, he was an upright person in his heart, but sometimes he was cautious and unwilling to act, so he was often excluded in this huge sect.

Meng Xiao finished the apprenticeship ceremony, Tianjizi helped him up with a kind smile, and gave the disciple a token with him, which was a token cast by a piece of dark iron, almost the size of Meng Xiao's palm, and then pointed to the books on the east and west walls and said to Meng Xiao: "Apprentice, you see, these two sides are the cultivation experience that the teacher has recorded over the years, and from tomorrow, the teacher will teach them to you one by one, how about it?"

Looking at both sides, Meng Xiao couldn't help but admire Tianjizi very much, the books on both sides are afraid that each one is three inches thick, and a rough calculation is no less than a thousand, covering all the walls on both sides, sweeping his gaze to the edge of the wall, a simple long sword came into view, and a thought suddenly appeared in Meng Xiao's mind, "Immortal Sword, potential 63, five-grade holy gold." Meng Xiao couldn't help but be stunned, he couldn't see that this Tianji had a magic weapon that was almost not weaker than Tianhua Palace.