When Shi Zhile said that he wanted to accept him as an apprentice, Wang Lin's first thought was all about taking away the house, or sacrificing flesh and blood, cultivating demons and other cruel murder methods.

But when you think about it, these chaotic thoughts are just adding to your own troubles at this time, and they are not doing any good.

It's himself who wants to leave, and now it's still himself who wants to stay, and he finished talking alone, and no one else was annoyed by him, but helped him come up with an idea.

It is right to be wary, but there really shouldn't be too much suspicious malicious speculation.

After all, the person who made this decision was himself.

Wang Lin suppressed all these worries for the time being, dispelled half of his suspicions, and left less than seventy percent of his suspicions, and buried them all in the depths of his heart.

Judging from this short contact, this Pure Yang Palace should be a famous faction, and the situation is definitely not so dangerous, and the stone path chief in front of him really looks like a kind person.

Anyway, Wang Lin had no other good way, so he simply believed him, and directly bowed down and shouted, Master.

Without asking a word, he immediately responded to the matter of accepting apprentices.

Seeing that Wang Lin agreed so simply, Shi Zhile was stunned, he didn't expect someone to be so rash, so he decided to be a lifelong teacher.

Shi Zhile was afraid that he would not know the truth, and he would inevitably regret it in the future, so he couldn't help but persuade:

"The matter of mentorship is very important, you should be cautious, you know very little about Shi, if the situation in the future is different from what you think at this time, won't it hurt you for a lifetime? You better think about it again! ”

Then he said that he had been seriously injured, and now his cultivation was almost completely lost.

Although he has the name of the Great Elder of the Pure Yang Palace, he has neither real power nor any resources and objects, and only a remnant body that can barely be counted as Jindan's combat power, living alone outside the mountain gate.

Shi Zhile also talked about the exercises he once majored in, called "Primordial True Solution Immortal Sutra", which is not only a very rare pure body cultivation method in the immortal cultivation world today, but also very out of the way, with strict physical requirements, and others cannot cultivate at all.

As for the mainstream sword cultivation paths in the door, he was powerless to guide Wang Lin.

If you worship him as a teacher, you can only rely on your own comprehension or ask your fellow disciples to practice the exercises in the future.

Shi Zhile spoke frankly, and at once he leaked all his details, and explained all the circumstances thoroughly.

Wang Lin saw that he was all picking some bad things to say, but there was a little less suspicion in his heart.

A master who has no mana, no power, no resource supply from Xiaozao, and can't even guide his disciples is basically not much different from a master who has died.

But coincidentally, Wang Lin didn't care about these at all, if he didn't have resources, he would have no resources, but he could stay away from the core of the sect, so that he could avoid some unprovoked disasters, fade out of the sect's vision, and have less trouble.

He has those four ancient seal characters in his body, and he should no longer need to rely on any additional help from his teachers.

While not dragging down the golden list magic weapon, he can also not delay his own stay and stay, and not be bound to the mountain gate all the time, as long as he can achieve these three points at the same time, Wang Lin has nothing else to ask for.

The only thing you need to be concerned about is that you have to start preparing some precautions in the future to deal with evil methods such as snatching away and absorbing flesh and blood.

The plot of a mysterious old man who is seriously injured and weak and suddenly wants to take you as an apprentice often ends with killing the master and grabbing the treasure.

In the previous life, there were many similar episodes like this, which really made people suspicious.

And what kind of primordial true interpretation of the Immortal Sutra sounds too arrogant, it really doesn't look like a serious and introverted Daomen Xuangong.

According to his experience, exercises with a name like this, if they are not really ridiculously strong, can be called peerless methods that are unparalleled in the world, or they are some unpopular side sect evil skills.

The last time he heard such an arrogant name, it seemed to be in a novel, there was a peerless and invincible Emperor of Heaven, and the exercises he practiced seemed to be similar to the name.

Wang Lin thought about all kinds of nonsense, but his body stood steadily, and he kept bowing to his teacher.

Since he first arrived in this world, he has been in a state of shock, and he has never had a stable time, and excessive tension is inevitable, and he can only rely on divergent thinking to alleviate some of the negative emotions accumulated in his heart.

Anyway, I have already come to the world of cultivating immortals, so it is better to prevent trouble than to prevent it, and it is always no harm to keep a few more eyes.

Seeing that Wang Lin was still unmoved and insisted on worshipping himself as a teacher, Shi Zhile accepted those gossips, no longer imitated the gossip and derogatory words that spread to his ears, and directly recognized this apprentice who fell from the sky.

Shi Zhile didn't have any cumbersome rules and etiquette, and after nodding his head and acknowledging this disciple, he went straight out of the room, so that Wang Lin could freshen up here and change out of his shabby clothes.

There was water and basin in the room, Wang Lin took off his clothes, washed his face briefly, wiped his body, and washed off the obvious dirt on his body before starting to change into new clothes.

Although the robe that Master gave him was not luxurious, it was neat and new, with a complete range of types.

Clothing, undershirts, tunics, bottoms, waist rings, boots, crowns and hats......

Fortunately, Wang Lin also bought and played a lot of Hanfu costumes in his previous life, so he doesn't even know how to wear clothes now.

Although he knew how to wear it, he was still not very proficient, and it took a little more effort to change his clothes unfamiliarly.

He also wore a scarf and crown woven of silk silk on his head, which had a bit of a flat head style, and a bit like the appearance of a Zhuangzi scarf, completely covering his head and completely covering Wang Lin's short hair.

There is no difference in the appearance, and it perfectly blends into the ancient painting style.

Finally, he used the huge snake corpse in the room as a stepping stone to fit his feet, clenched the cuffs of his boots with both hands, stepped on them, and pushed his boots into it with some difficulty.

Before he could take two steps to see if his shoes and clothes fit, the clothes on his body suddenly changed in contraction and contraction, fitting his body perfectly.

He felt the touch on his body, and found that this clothing was more comfortable and thin than modern fiber products.

After walking a few steps around the snake corpse, the cloth boots under his feet were even lighter and softer, and the fit was far from comparable to the previous industrial standard sneakers.

There are many Xianxia fantasy works in his previous life, and he has seen the world, but he doesn't think there is anything surprising about this, but he is a little curious about the principle of the change of these clothes, and he doesn't know where the excess fabrics that disappeared have gone.

Although this dress is good, if there are other spells on the clothes, Wang Lin will not be able to detect it.

He was worried that there were means such as eavesdropping and positioning on his clothes, so he pretended that he had never seen the world, exclaimed twice perfunctorily, and casually praised two words, and then walked out of the door.

But when he pushed open the door, he only saw an old tile basin with a slight opening in front of the door, filled with rice porridge, which was placed on the ground, and there was no trace of Shi Zhile.

Under the basin was a note, and a dozen copper coins.

Shi Zhile heard that he was trapped by the snake spirit, and was worried that he had not eaten for many days, so he deliberately boiled all the rice into the pot and boiled a pot of stomach porridge.

The note instructed a few words, saying that he went up the mountain to the Chunyang Palace, reported Wang Lin's status as a disciple to the sect, and if he did not come back at night, he would use the money to buy some food from a nearby farm, and he would be able to return the next day at the latest.

Finally, he said, don't let him worry about the corpse of the snake spirit, just leave it alone.

Looking at the large pot of blandly porridge, Wang Lin swallowed a few mouthfuls of overflowing saliva.

He directly picked up the clay pot and drank the rice porridge.

The soup porridge that was swallowed down was like a stream of heat sliding into the throat.

It flows into the stomach, and then rushes out, flowing non-stop to the veins of the limbs.

The muscles, bones, flesh and blood once again experienced the ultimate refreshing feeling, the muscles were solidified, the blood was sublimated, the bones were transformed, the internal organs were stronger, and the facial features were more sharp.

Even the little bit of oral mucosa that was scalded by hot porridge just now because he was too anxious was repaired intact in an instant under the flow of warmth.