"Hey, whose child is this? Isn't it Uncle Shi that your old man secretly gave birth and raised outside with his wife behind his back?" The long-armed young man looked at Wei Zhen who was standing on the side, and said without concealment.

Shopkeeper Yue slapped him over, and was avoided by his clever flash, but he was not angry, and pretended to be angry and said, "You little leather monkey talks a lot." This is your future junior brother Wei Zhen, send us down!"

"Little junior brother?" the young man smiled at Wei Zhen, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Okay, call Senior Brother, Senior Brother will give you candy - haha, finally someone with a lower rank than me has come!"

He joked wantonly in his mouth, reached out and stroked Wei Zhen's head in a friendly way, turned around and lifted a rattan ladder the thickness of Wei Zhen's arm from the ground, walked around the boulder three times and tied a knot firmly, threw one end of the rattan ladder down, clapped his palms and said, "Okay." ”

Shopkeeper Yue didn't say much. "I'll go first, Wei Zhen will follow me!"

The two of them walked down the rattan ladder and slowly climbed down all the way, and the voice of a long-armed young man still came from their heads-"Senior Brother Xiaowei, Senior Brother, my surname is Sun, remember it!"

After about twenty minutes, the shopkeeper Yue beckoned Wei Zhen to stop, and made a series of secret signals, and the sound sounded from under the sea of fog, as if someone was continuing the rattan ladder below, and then I heard another voice sound: "Senior Brother Xiaowei, Senior Brother, my surname is Mo, remember it!"

Wei Zhen didn't respond, but the tension in his heart relaxed more and more, and he could feel the sincerity and kindness of the two unfamiliar senior brothers from just a few words. I did this a few more times, but the last time it was a woman's gentle voice that sounded: "Senior Brother Xiaowei, Senior Sister, my surname is Lu, don't forget!"

The two climbed down between the cliffs of the mountain wall for nearly an hour, unable to see, and their bodies swayed, only to feel that the mountain wind was cold, and finally reached the bottom of the mountain.

Shopkeeper Yue grabbed Wei Zhen with one hand, handed over a pill, and said, "This is the anti-miasma pill, the miasma at the bottom of the mountain is heavy, and it must be taken." As he spoke, he fished out the little monster from Wei Zhen's chest with his other hand, and was about to feed it a grain, but the little monster turned his head and was reluctant to do so, so he pinched his small mouth and stuffed one of them.

Although the bottom of this mountain is misty, the sight is much better than that of the top of the mountain, and you can vaguely see things three feet away. Shopkeeper Yue led Wei Zhen around the dense and prosperous ancient woods, and after another hour passed, they finally walked out of the woods behind them, and in front of them was a quiet valley.

In the valley, the fog thickened again, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing in front of me. Shopkeeper Yue walked up a few steps and took out a blue and white rune accessory from his arms, which was somewhat similar to Wei Zhen's half-palm-sized accessory, but the rune on it was a little more complicated, he raised his hand and pressed it directly on the left side of the void three feet, a light curtain flashed out of thin air, and a semicircular portal appeared.

Wei Zhen's face was full of surprise, and before he came back to his senses, he was already led by the shopkeeper Yue and stepped into it.

As if time and space have changed, when the line of sight is clear, what unfolds in front of the two of them is a completely different new world.

There is no miasma in this, and the winter has faded, a piece of tender green farmland is displayed in front of you, several figures holding farm tools are bending over to plough between the ridges, a clear river flows through the regular fields like a silver ribbon, a few children who are not much different from Wei Zhen are playing and fishing by the river, the waterwheel on the high ground a little farther away, the cow mooing, and the farther away is faintly a village, and there is a big hall hidden between the villages.

"It's home. Shopkeeper Yue's expression was relaxed, his old face was smiling, and he said to Wei Zhen.

The people I met on the road all smiled and greeted the shopkeeper Yue, and occasionally looked at Wei Zhen beside him with a hint of curiosity, as if this small world like a paradise had not been walked into by strangers for a long time.

Shopkeeper Yue led Wei Zhen and went straight to the big hall in the village.

The main hall stands in ancient and simple, still separated by a distance, it can be seen that in front of the main hall, there is a tall stone tablet of three zhang xu, the cracks on it are mottled, the rain stains are obvious, and some directions even grow moss, the three big characters of "Maoshan Sect" on it, although it has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain, it is still clearly visible, it seems to symbolize the antiquity and vicissitudes of this sect. Thousands of years ago, the site of the Maoshan Sect would never have been built in such a desolate and remote place, but with the decline of the sect and the perennial pursuit of the enemy, it had to move several times, desperately trying to survive. However, this stone tablet, which represents the symbol of the sect, has been preserved by the descendants of the Maoshan sect from generation to generation.

Entering the main hall and passing through the hall, there is a small courtyard.

The area of the courtyard is not large, a total of only ten zhang square, the four corners of the courtyard are planted with plum, orchid, bamboo, pine four kinds of planting trees. There is a stone statue erected in the center, the sculpture is a middle-aged man, dressed in a green cloth robe, full of long beard, with a hidden melancholy between his eyebrows, holding a stroke in his right hand and a talisman in his left hand, looking up at the sky, as if he is thinking about something.

In front of the statue, an old man who was over half a hundred years old and had an ordinary appearance stood quietly, his face was white and beardless, but there was a hidden worry between his eyebrows, and his expression was somewhat similar to that stone sculpture.

The old man had been gazing at the stone sculpture for an unknown amount of time, and no one dared to disturb him, and occasionally a few words came out of his mouth that only he could hear.

At this moment, he seemed to feel something, slowly turned around, and looked at the shopkeeper Yue and Wei Zhen who were walking through the hall towards here, and a faint smile temporarily replaced the worry between his eyebrows.

This old man is Mao Yiqing, the current sect leader of the Maoshan Sect.

"See Sect Master!" said Shopkeeper Yue.

Mao Yiqing waved his hand casually, and his eyes looked directly at Wei Zhen, who seemed a little nervous and restrained.

Shopkeeper Yue's face was angry, and his tone couldn't help but be a little lower. "This is a disciple adopted by Senior Brother Wei of the Qishan Branch, Senior Brother Wei ......"

Before he finished speaking, Mao Yiqing's expression had darkened, and he understood the unfallen voice in his words.

"Wei Zhen, don't you hurry up and meet the sect master!" said the voice of the shopkeeper Yue.

When Wei Zhen heard this, he knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times.

"Good boy, come here!"

Mao Yiqing's eyes were kind, his tone was gentle, and he held Wei Zhen's small hands.

"Fifteen sects, in the past hundred and ten years, only one son can return to the sect!" He looked at the statue again, as if talking to himself, as if he was confiding, and the words were full of sadness, containing a deep sense of pain.

When Shopkeeper Yue heard this, his palms were clenched, and his thin old face was distorted and changed in an instant, and his eyes flashed with the spark of hatred that never died.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard was depressing for a moment.

After a while, Mao Yiqing sighed, suppressed the worries in his heart for the time being, and looked at Wei Zhen carefully.

"This son hasn't opened the spirit guide yet?"

Shopkeeper Yue nodded silently.

"Huh?" Mao Yiqing bowed slightly, pinching between the bones of Wei Zhen's body, and a look of joy gradually welled up on his brows.

"Gu Yi heart method. Four words came out of his mouth.

Under this control, he unexpectedly found that Wei Zhen's bones were excellent, and there was no filth in his body, which was a sign of cultivating the Maoshan Sect's "Gu Yi Heart Method".

Shopkeeper Yue also looked shocked.

The "Guyi Heart Method" is one of the basic methods of the Maoshan Sect's introductory cultivation, and it has long been lost and its inheritance has been cut off in its hundreds of years of migration. People eat grains, so the body is full of grains and filth, but the cultivation of this "grain clothes heart method" can exclude the five grains in the human body, although it is not profound, but it is the only way to lay a good foundation and improve their own potential, and the younger the age, the earlier the cultivation, the better the effect. If you reach adulthood and the filthy qi in your body regenerates day by day, it will be difficult to eliminate, and the cultivation effect will be far worse.

"It's a pity that you and I only have three years of master-apprenticeship, so I will accept you as a registered disciple!" Mao Yiqing frowned deeply, as if he thought of something that made him sleep, and his expression was gloomy again, but he didn't explain too much.

"Senior Brother Yue, please go and prepare, I will open the spiritual guidance for Wei Zhen in three days. ”

When the shopkeeper Yue heard this, he happily accepted the order and left. Wei Zhen was placed in the west wing of the courtyard and lived with the sect master Mao Yiqing, which was already a rare preferential treatment.

In the next few days, Mao Yiqing would call Wei Zhen in front of him and talk and appease.

At this time, Wei Zhencai vaguely understood why Old Man Wei used to let him soak in ice water for half an hour when he got up every day, and forced him to meditate and exhale at midnight every day.

Mao Yiqing's expression suddenly became solemn after seeing Wei Zhen take out the three bark-like relics left by Old Man Wei, and he recognized it at a glance, this is the unique inheritance of the Qishan Branch.

He stared for a while, and slowly drew a rune with his left hand, and at the moment of spiritual power input, the rune shone and landed on the first piece of bark. The inconspicuous bark of the tree instantly rose a misty clear light, and the words "Purple Arrow" appeared faintly, and below it was a dense patch of small characters.

Wei Zhen first knew how to read and recognized these four words, but he couldn't read the details below.

Mao Yiqing cast it in turn, the second piece of bark showed the technique of "Green Arrow", and the third piece of bark recorded the technique of "Arrow of the Spirit".

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it......" He said two "can't think of it" in a row, and his words were both relieved and sad.

"These things are your master's life's work and mission, and you need to keep them so that you can use them in the future. Mao Yiqing solemnly instructed.

Although Wei Zhen didn't know what he meant, he could also see that this named master was very serious, so he pecked his little head hard.

In the early morning of the fourth day, when the first rays of sunlight fell from the clouds and mist gaps in the sky, in front of the stone tablet of the thousand-year-old symbol of the "Maoshan Sect", there were already more than 100 people, many of whom were women, children and children, and more than 20 people dressed in plain robes, some men and women, with solemn expressions, standing in a neat line around the main hall.

The front of the hall was full of people, and almost the whole village of people of all ages gathered here.