The top of Wuqi Mountain.

In a courtyard that looks like a Taoist temple but is not a Taoist temple, a boy dressed as a child about eleven or twelve years old is constantly fanning the fire in the stove that seems to be extinguished, and on the stove, a sand pot is emitting white smoke. The boy fanned the fire for a while, and felt that it was strong enough, so he turned around and took a mortar and pounded it, and after pounding it for a while, he went to remove the lid of the sand pot and look at it.

"Apprentice, is the medicine cooked?" At this moment, a voice came from the house.

"That's fine." The boy replied.

"Hurry up, don't burn it."

After a while, the boy lifted the lid of the sand again, and saw that the decoction was already reddish-brown, so he lifted the sand jar and poured the decoction into the empty bowl. The boy walked into the house, and a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged, as if he had finished his cultivation, and was slowly recovering his breath.

"Who is that person, the master is going to consume half of his body cultivation for him." The boy asked softly as he put the bowl on the table.

"Don't ask so much, you feed him medicine." The white-haired old man slowly opened his eyes.

"Yes." The boy was a little reluctant, but he still took the bowl and walked to the bed beside him. At this time, there was a pale-faced person lying flat on the bed, this person was none other than Meng Baiyu.

"Master, I can't help him." The boy walked to the bed, helped Meng Bai Yu, and said.

"Whoever let him help, just feed him like this." The white-haired old man said.

The boy then took a spoon and scooped the decoction and tried it on his lips, and then he fed Meng Baiyu.

"Why hasn't this man woken up yet, for he has been seven days and seven nights." The boy asked.

"He will wake up when it's time to wake up." The white-haired old man said.

"Master, why does this person shine at night?" The boy asked again.

"What do you see?" The white-haired old man slowly stood up.

"No, no." As if he had done something wrong, the boy said, "Last night, when I got up at night, I passed by this house, and when I saw that it was lit, I looked in, and I saw that this man was shining, and I was startled. ”

"This is why the teacher wants to consume half of his body cultivation to save him." The white-haired old man walked to the side of the bed, probed to check Meng Baiyu on the bed, and saw that Meng Baiyu's breathing had been stable, so he smiled slightly.

After seven days and seven nights of sleep, Meng Baiyu finally woke up. When he woke up, he saw a boy sitting on the edge of the bed napping, so he gently got out of bed, and just as he was about to go out, the boy said, "You can't move yet." ”

Meng Baiyu was startled, turned his head and said, "Where am I?" ”

"In Wuqi Mountain." The boy said, "You are such a person, don't you know where you are?" ”

Meng Baiyu scratched the back of his head and didn't speak, he only remembered that he left his family and finally collapsed on the side of the road, and he didn't know what happened after that.

"Hello Sheng stay here, I'll go tell the master." The boy got up and walked out, walked to the door and turned his head again: "Don't run, you haven't repaid the master for saving your life." ”

Only then did Meng Baiyu know that someone else had saved him.

The boy returned shortly after leaving the house: "The master let you pass." As he spoke, he stepped forward to lead the way.

When I left the house, I crossed the courtyard and entered a bright room, where I saw an old man with white hair and white beard meditating with his eyes closed.

"Master, someone is coming." The boy walked up to the old man and said.

The white-haired old man heard the voice and slowly opened his eyes: "Okay, okay." Let's go down first. ”

The boy left.

"Is Shaoxia better?" After the boy left, the white-haired old man squinted at Meng Baiyu and said, "Young man, please take a seat." ”

Meng Baiyu looked at the white-haired old man, only to feel that he was extraordinary, his eyes were bright, and his demeanor revealed a fairy aura. Hearing the white-haired old man tell him to sit, Meng Baiyu turned his eyes and swept the house, but did not find a stool, and was about to speak, the white-haired old man spoke: "I have never had guests here, so I have never prepared a stool or chair, if the young man doesn't mind, he will sit cross-legged on the ground as me." ”

Meng Baiyu then sat down cross-legged, and after sitting down, he asked, "Did the old immortal save the junior?" ”

"The old man has never saved the young man." The white-haired old man shook his head, "Shaoxia's ability to wake up is Shaoxia's personal creation, and it has nothing to do with whether others save him or not. ”

"But the younger generation clearly remembers that he passed out on the side of the road."

"The old man is going to meditate, and if you are well, you will leave by yourself." The white-haired old man closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Meng Baiyu wanted to thank the white-haired old man for saving his life and left, but when he saw that the white-haired old man no longer spoke, he had to sit aside and wait for him to finish meditating.

"Where am I?" Meng Baiyu thought to himself, and was about to open his mouth to call, when a voice suddenly came from his ear: "Abandon all thoughts and thoughts, and keep the dantian." The dantian is full of energy, and the superintendent is in parallel. Prevent danger and risk, run according to the pulse, circulate every week, and smooth the body. Qi returns to the dantian, and the law is clear. Meng Baiyu unconsciously followed the voice, and after a while, the feelings of soreness, numbness, swelling, pain, heaviness, and coldness gradually subsided, and he only felt that he was wandering in the infinite cosmic space. When Meng Baiyu woke up, the white-haired old man was gone.

Meng Baiyu walked out of the house and saw the white-haired old man sitting at the stone table in the courtyard drinking tea leisurely. When the white-haired old man saw Meng Baiyu coming out, he raised his eyes and said, "Do you want a drink?" ”

"The younger generation is also thirsty." Meng Baiyu walked in front of the white-haired old man, "The junior is probably tired, and he fell asleep, but he didn't know that the old immortal had already left." ”

"It's good to fall asleep, it's good to fall asleep." The white-haired old man twisted his beard and said, turning his face sideways, "Apprentice, take a cup out." ”

After a while, the boy rushed out with a teacup, poured tea for Meng Baiyu, and stood aside to wait after pouring it.

"Young man, please take a seat." The white-haired old man said.

When Meng Baiyu was about to sit on the stone bench in front of the stone table, the boy spoke: "You can't sit. ”

Meng Baiyu looked at the boy in surprise: "Why can't you sit?" ”

"Do you dare to sit in front of the master?" The boy said.

"Why don't you dare, the old fairy won't eat people." Meng Baiyu said with a smile.

"You still laugh, and you don't kneel down for the master." The boy said angrily.

When Meng Baiyu heard the boy tell him to kneel, his heart tightened, and his body, which had already been sitting on the stone bench, suddenly froze.

"Since you have been taught by the master, you naturally have to kneel down and thank the master." The boy prompted.

"I was taught by the old immortals?" Meng Baiyu opened his mouth wide, but he immediately thought of the dream just now, and thought of the voice in the dream: abandon all thoughts and thoughts, and keep the dantian. The dantian is full of energy, and the superintendent is in parallel......

"What are you stunned about?" The boy urged.

Seeing that Meng Baiyu was still in this half-squatting position, the boy couldn't stand it anymore, and said loudly: "You stupid big man, do you want the master's aura and heart to be determined in vain?" ”

Meng Baiyu finally understood the boy's words, so he fell to the ground and said, "Thank you to the old fairy." ”

"It's the master." The boy reminded.

"Master?" Meng Baiyu was about to ask, but then he understood, "Master." ”

Hearing Meng Baiyu call his master, the white-haired old man laughed and said, "Since you worship me as a teacher, then you will be my disciple of the Escape World Sect from now on, and you have to abide by the rules of my Escape World Sect." ”

"Yes, yes." Meng Baiyu replied.

"Okay, get up and meet your senior brother." The white-haired old man looked at the boy.

Meng Baiyu got up, looked at the boy and said, "I call him Senior Brother?" ”

"That's nature." A hint of pride crossed the boy's face.

"Then senior brother will mention more in the future."

"Apprentice, since you have recognized each other, you can take your junior brother to the back mountain to practice." The white-haired old man stood up as he spoke.

"Doesn't the master proclaim the rules of his own door," the boy asked.

"Let's take it later." The white-haired old man said and walked away.

The boy took Meng Baiyu to the back mountain, where there was a flat land, although it was not very big, but it was enough for cultivation. After the boy explained some introductory methods of cultivation to Meng Baiyu like an adult, he asked Meng Baiyu to practice his physical fitness and flexibility by himself, but he sat aside and looked up.

"What's my brother's name?" After practicing for a while, Meng Baiyu asked.

"The name is for others to call, and I don't let others call it, what's the use of asking for a name?" The boy replied.

"Then how does the master call you on weekdays?"

"It's called an apprentice."

"There must be a name, so that I can call you in the future." Meng Baiyu said again.

"You just call me Senior Brother." The boy grimaced.

"Okay, okay, call senior brother."

"Actually, you should call me master, and I will teach you to practice every day in the future." The boy said angrily, "Master, his old man doesn't come to teach you personally." ”

"If you want to call your master, then how do you call your master an old man?" Meng Baiyu teased the boy.

"Called...... Ah, it's called Master Tai. The boy thought for a moment before he said.

"I'm worshipping the master, not you, if you want to take advantage of the master, be careful of being struck by lightning." Meng Baiyu said with a smile.

"You, bully me small." As the boy spoke, he stood up suddenly, and a stone flew out of his finger and hit Meng Baiyu's heart.

"How do you beat someone?" Meng Baiyu touched his numb chest and said.

"You can't see a stone, what else are you practicing." The boy said loudly, "Don't practice, go back." ”

Back in the courtyard, the white-haired old man had already cooked his meal and waited.

"The apprentices are back, come and eat." The white-haired old man seemed to be in a good mood, "How about we have a drink?" ”

"Okay." Meng Baiyu replied.

After taking his seat, Meng Baiyu raised his wine glass and said, "Disciple respects the master first." ”

"Hahaha, it's been a long time since anyone toasted the teacher." The white-haired old man took the cup in Meng Baiyu's hand and drank it all.

After the white-haired old man finished drinking, Meng Baiyu said again: "There is something unclear in the disciple's heart, that is, how did the master save the disciple?" ”

"The teacher happened to be passing by, and when he saw you fall on the side of the road, he brought you here, what is there to ask?"

"It's just that when we met in Pingshui, the master didn't even know who I was, so he passed on my heart, which was really flattering."

"It's just that I don't want to see you die, and it has nothing to do with who you are." The white-haired old man said.

"Senior brother, who are you? Why did you fall on the side of the road?" The boy said.

"My name is Meng Baiyu, I originally lived in Jinzhong Mountain, and now I am a refugee." Meng Bai Yu said.

"Why did you flee?"

"There was a black dragon in our hometown, and the evil dragon cast a spell that caused a flood and prevented us from living, and many of my neighbors drowned." Meng Baiyu said slowly.

"Damn." The boy said.

"The disciple toasts the master two more cups." Meng Baiyu said, poured another cup to salute the white-haired old man, "After saluting the master for three cups, the disciple will have to go on the road." ”

"Where are you going?" The white-haired old man asked.

"Admiralty Mountain."

"Do you want to take revenge on the black dragon?"

"Yes."

"No." The white-haired old man said loudly.

"Why not?" Meng Baiyu asked.

"With your current ability, you are not the opponent of the black dragon." The white-haired old man said, "Since you worship me as a teacher, you have to listen to me, and within three years from now, you must not leave Wuqi Mountain for half a step." ”

"Three years? Can a disciple live for three years? Meng Baiyu said slowly.

"How not?" The white-haired old man said.

"The master doesn't know, the disciple's body, I'm afraid I can't wait for three years."

"You're in good health, you won't die for another thirty years."

"Master......"

"I ask you for the teacher, some of your old injuries have not been treated, and then you were bitten by a mountain locust, which caused you to become ill, and recently you have been seriously injured, yes or no?"

"Yes." Meng Baiyu replied, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, those things were as if the old immortal had witnessed them.

"None of this hurts your internal organs, how can you die?"

"But the disciple clearly felt that his body was deteriorating."

The white-haired old man was silent for a moment: "That's because ......"

"Because of what?" Meng Baiyu asked anxiously.

"Because of the beads on you."

"The beads on the disciple?"

"Exactly."

Meng Baiyu then took out the beads given by the flying tiger: "Because of this bead?" ”

"Exactly." The white-haired old man said.

"So it's not a treasure." Meng Baiyu said, raised his hand and threw the bead out.

"It's a treasure, and it's not an ordinary treasure." The white-haired old man said.

"If it's a treasure, why should you lose it?" The boy hurried to pick up the beads.

"Don't you know what it is?" The white-haired old man asked.

"I don't know." Meng Baiyu replied.

"And how did you get it?" The white-haired old man asked.

Meng Baiyu then told the white-haired old man how he got the beads, and the white-haired old man was silent for a long time before saying, "This is the legendary dragon spirit." ”

"Dragon's Spirit? The dragon spirit that Saiyang, Saiba and King Aru competed for? ”

"Exactly."

"Ahh

"Since it's a treasure, senior brother should take it back." The boy picked up the dragon spirit and handed it to Meng Baiyu.

"This hoodoo, let's lose it." Meng Bai Yu said.

"There is no distinction between ominous and ominous things in this world, it depends on how people look at them." The white-haired old man said.

"Does the master mean to ask the disciple to take back this dragon spirit?"

"That's your thing, you can dispose of it yourself, and you won't interfere with it, but you have to seek revenge on the evil dragon, I'm afraid you can't do without this dragon's spirit. This dragon spirit can improve your cultivation, but if you don't use it properly, you will be counterattacked. It is precisely because you have absorbed the power of the dragon spirit, so you feel that your body is getting worse, but fortunately, you have no cultivation, otherwise I am afraid that you would have died a long time ago. ”

"What should the disciple do?"

"There are two spiritual powers in your body, one is input by me, and the other is by you who sucked the dragon spirit, although these two spiritual powers are temporarily balanced, but after all, it is not a long-term solution, if you don't want to die, concentrate on cultivation, fuse these two forces, and then you can leave on your own."