Tianjizi accepted Meng Xiao as a formal disciple, not a momentary impulse, nor because of Meng Xiao's gratitude to Han Cang and moved, firstly, he had a promise to Han Cang, and secondly, his disciples withered, and someone must eventually pass this on, Meng Xiao is just a coincidence, for Tianjizi, Meng Xiao himself is also a good candidate.

In front of the portrait of the Jade Xiao Patriarch, Meng Xiao completed the formal apprenticeship ceremony, and also had his own sect order, which means that from now on he can claim to be an introductory disciple of Tianjing Mountain, rather than a registered disciple, which alone is much stronger than the original identity of Han Cang and Chen Long. And four years ago, Tianjizi got the permission of Tianshu, about Meng Xiao's disciple status, Tianjizi has the right to dispose of it at will, and even one day Tianjizi felt that Meng Xiao was not suitable, and he didn't need to ask for instructions if he wanted to send him out of the mountain gate as a registered disciple, of course, that would have to wait until Meng Xiao became an adult.

Early the next morning, Meng Xiao got up and waited for Tianjizi in the middle of the courtyard, preparing to go to Han Cang's tomb to pay respects. In the past four years, Meng Xiao's heart has never forgotten the honest and kind man, even before his death, he always held Meng Xiao in his arms, and the attachment made Meng Xiao feel rare warmth, but Meng Xiao couldn't show these things in front of Tianjizi.

Cold dew fell in the early morning, Tianjizi pushed the door out and couldn't help but be a little surprised the moment he saw Meng Xiao, this child was really unusual, the cold of the late autumn morning made many adult disciples reluctant to leave the warm quilt early, but he stood in the courtyard like a lonely plum. Tianjizi nodded secretly with satisfaction, stepped forward to pull up Meng Xiao, and strode towards the back mountain, Tianjizi took a step is more than ten zhang, but after half a moment, the green bamboo forest has appeared in front of him, and the sky is just bright at this time.

Han Cang's tomb is in the northeast corner of the green bamboo forest, a place that is not very inconspicuous, after many years, it has been a little deserted, the weeds are withered and yellow and messy, blown by the autumn wind, swaying indiscriminately. There is also no tombstone in front of Han Cang's grave, but this place Meng Xiao will always remember, even if this is only the second time he has come here, the green bamboo behind the grave that is thicker than his waist has definitely no second tree around here.

Came to the grave, Meng Xiaogong stood respectfully, after three bows and nine knocks, lit the three pillars of stone incense, silently recited the eulogy in his heart, Tianjizi didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt that this child was not pretending, until almost half an hour later, the stone incense had burned out, Meng Xiao got up and bowed three more times, and the day after tomorrow, the big sleeves of Jizi were flicked, and the wild grass around the tomb was like a fallen leaf swept by the wind and dissipated, and the master and apprentice filled Han Cang's grave with new soil, and then turned around and walked out of the green bamboo forest.

Out of the green bamboo forest Tianjizi did not seem to be in a hurry to go back, but took Meng Xiao straight to the front mountain, Meng Xiao was very well-behaved behind Tianjizi, the two of them went to Tianhua Palace, the head of Tianshu was not there, Tianjizi came to Tianjing Taoist golden statue kneeling and praying, worshiped for a while and ordered Meng Xiao to step forward, kneeling behind him, he had words in his mouth, only kowtowed three heads after a while, Meng Xiao also learned the appearance of Tianjizi, but I don't know what he just said, after the master and apprentice worshipped, Tianjizi took Meng Xiao to the front mountain.

There is a very spacious martial arts arena in front of the mountain, which is overlooking the Tianhua Palace, at least hundreds of disciples have gathered in the martial arts arena at this time, of different ages, there are old men with gray hair, and there are also pendulum children like Meng Xiao, Tianjizi pointed to the field and said to Meng Xiao: "Apprentices, you see, these people are all beginner disciples, if the teacher is not there in the future, you can come here to find the brothers and sisters to learn, as for the cultivation of the mind, they are all on the bookshelf in the teacher's room, from today onwards, the teacher will teach you to read and practice." ”

Meng Xiao nodded obediently, thinking in his heart, fortunately, there is no change in the text in this "dream", otherwise everything really has to start from scratch, Tianjizi took Meng Xiao to look at it for a while, then turned around and returned to the residence of the two, and took out a book from the room, this book is handwritten by Tianjizi, exquisite Xiaokai, Tianjizi is still a good calligrapher, the book records his experience in the first practice of the introductory exercises, the practice is called Chixia Gong, which was created by Tianjing Daoist.

Tianjizi is attentive, Meng Xiao works hard, after half a day's hard work, the cultivation method of Chixia Gong has been comprehended by Meng Xiao, of course, if you want to practice a small success, with Tianjizi's calculation, I am afraid it will take at least five years, and Meng Xiao can just read and write in these five years and lay the foundation.

Although Meng Xiao felt incredible about many magical things in this "dream" before this, such as when Song Yun stepped on the clouds, flying out of thin air was a "dream" that almost anyone had ever had, and it was a kind of infinite yearning, so whether it was a dream or a reality, when Meng Xiao happened to see Tianjizi's experience, it was recorded that the consummation of Chixia Gong could walk in the air, as for what perfection was, he did not know, but the thirst for stepping on the sky made him anxious to reach the so-called consummation. He didn't care what was attracting Meng Xiaotianjizi, he was pleased to see that this disciple seemed to have more excellent qualities than other children.

In the evening, Tianjizi felt that Meng Xiao had learned a lot of things, and was afraid that he would be greedy, so he took the initiative to stop, but Meng Xiao was still unsatisfied, this was the first time in four years that he became interested in this "world" thing, so he took the initiative to ask Tianjizi for this Chixia experience, so that he could practice at any time, Tianjizi saw that Meng Xiao's interest was high, and he couldn't bear to sweep his interest, so he nodded and agreed, in Tianjizi's opinion, a four-year-old child, maybe it's just a temporary play.

Meng Xiao happily returned to his room with Chixia's experience, closed the door and devoted himself to research, it turned out that this Chixia Gong was divided into three volumes, respectively, talking about transcendental, sanctified, The experience of turning into a god, the so-called consummation is to reach the stage of turning into a god, which can't help but make Meng Xiao a little disappointed, according to the experience, even a talented disciple wants to achieve the level of consummation It takes at least fifteen years of hard work, and Meng Xiao doesn't know how talented he is, just these fifteen years make him a little staggered, fifteen years, just in order to practice a practice, his enthusiasm suddenly went to seven points, but when he calmed down and thought about it, anyway, he is only "four years old" now, if he can really cultivate in fifteen years, from now on" Although the world is big, all of them can be obtained", but it is also a fascinating thing, thinking of this, he reopened the experience written by Tianjizi and studied it carefully.

Chixia Gong is created by the Tianjing Daoist people who integrated their early years of cultivation experience, and it is an authentic cultivation method with a solid foundation, so although it takes a long time to cultivate, the foundation is extremely solid. Meng Xiao held Chixia's experience, like a sponge that had been dry for a long time and continued to absorb water, and before he knew it, the time had passed, although his mind still had the experience of his previous life, but after all, his body was only a four-year-old child, and he was malnourished, if he didn't insist on it, I was afraid that he would have been unable to stand it a long time ago, but when it was the dead of night, he still held the book and fell asleep groggily.

A little bean-sized light, but the whole room is as bright as day, Meng Xiao didn't know how long he slept, in a trance, as if he heard someone calling his name, whether it was Meng Xiao or Chengzhong He didn't even hear it very clearly, and thought about it, no one seemed to know his name Meng Xiao on the entire Tianjing Mountain, and it seemed that he heard someone shouting Meng Xiangbin, he felt even more puzzled, followed the voice, creaked open the door, the world around him was hazy, but Meng Xiao didn't have time to think about it, so he stumbled over following the sound。

In the fog, I don't know how long I walked, I saw a majestic and majestic hall in front of me, but after a closer look, it wasn't Tianhua Hall in front of me? Meng Xiao couldn't help but wonder a little, how did he walk to the front mountain in a daze? Just about to turn back, he found that there were rocks under his feet, how could there be a road? I couldn't help frowning slightly, at this moment, I heard someone behind me calling Meng Xiao's name, and when I looked back, the colorful glow bloomed on the Tianhua Palace, like a fairyland.

Meng Xiao stared at the Tianhua Hall for a few breaths, and the call became clearer and clearer, could it be that someone in the hall called me? Meng Xiao thought about it in a daze, and then walked over again, and after a while, he went up to the Tianhua Palace, only to see that it was the golden statue of the Tianjing Daoist who was blooming with colorful glow, lifelike, and at this moment the two bronze bell-sized eyes were staring at him. Meng Xiao looked around the hall, there was no half a figure except himself, but he kept hearing someone calling his name in his ears.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Meng Xiao didn't notice it, when he said this, there was no delay in the slightest, and at this moment, although he still had a baby-like face, his body was more than seven feet, and his height was not under that of an adult normal person, he asked three times in a row, and still no one answered, and the call was still ringing in his ears, at this time Meng Xiao couldn't help but be a little frightened, and was about to turn around and go down the hall, but the two tall hall doors closed with a bang.

"What kind of person is it? Come out! What kind of hero is a man who pretends to be a ghost?" Although Meng Xiao didn't believe in any ghosts and gods in his previous life, he was a little uncertain at the moment, especially when someone kept calling his name but didn't show up, so he couldn't figure out what the other party was trying to do to him. In a panic, a figure swept down the left shoulder of Jingjin's body that day, and it landed in front of Meng Xiao.

Meng Xiao stared at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him and looked at him twice, his appearance was the same as Tianjing's golden sculpture, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, he had come to worship during the day, could it be that he was saintly at this moment?

Meng Xiao looked back and forth, left and right, made sure that there was no one else beside him, and said in surprise: "Are you talking to me?"

"Hahaha!" The other party burst out laughing, "Don't tell lies in front of real people, the Demon Lord can rest assured, although you and I have different paths of good and evil, the poor road also disdains to take advantage of the danger of others, why should the Demon Lord hide it?"