Seeing Mo Cong get out of the customs smoothly, Mo Xiao and Mo Min were also very happy, and the four of them had a reunion dinner in the hut, talking about Mo Cong's hardships in the cave and fighting for his life, he sighed.

"By the way, old man, a thought occasionally flashed through me when I was in retreat in the cave. Mo Cong looked at the old man and asked, "You let the three of us practice all day long, but why do we practice it?

This is the biggest confusion after Mo Cong's immortality. Because in the past four years, Mo Cong has been isolated from the world, cultivated hard, been bitten by wolves, tossed by true qi, so many things have happened to him, but he doesn't know what he is suffering so much for.

Why?

"You kid, you think a lot all day long. The old man said lightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a scolding. "Since I have said this, take this opportunity to tell you the origin of our Lingyun Mountain sect, knowing who you are, you will naturally know why you want to practice. ”

Mo Xiao Mo Min heard the old man say this, and he also raised his ears together.

"It's a long story, dating back more than 2,000 years to the Great War of the Gods. The old man said: "More than 2,000 years ago, the gods in the sky didn't know why, and they suddenly divided into several factions, and they kept playing ping-pong. They not only fought in the sky, but also ran to the earth to fight, and one fight was hundreds of years. Later, there was a lot of trouble, and the lives of the world were devastated, and at this time, a group of immortals who did not participate in this melee came out to mediate. In the end, the result of mediation was that the gods returned to their respective places, and each returned to his own territory, and everyone was happy. In order to make up for the losses brought to the world, the immortals each found some heirs in the human world and taught them the methods of practicing and using true qi, so that after these descendants practiced their skills, they could bless the people and maintain the stability of the world. At that time, there were a total of five factions of those immortals, and the descendants they left in the human world were naturally divided into five factions. We Lingyun Mountain people are one of them. ”

"Immortals!?" Mo Cong's eyes lit up, "Old man, are there really immortals in this world? Are you a god?"

"There are no immortals in this world, only gods in the sky. The old man corrected. "Besides, the old man is just a cultivator, not an immortal, so I've disappointed you. ”

"Oh. Mo Cong was really a little disappointed, because in his heart, the old man was already a fairy-like existence. He thought for a moment and asked, "Old man, do you mean that our people in Lingyun Mountain practice martial arts just to protect the common people?"

This goal still sounds so great and noble.

"Well, that's pretty much it. The old man nodded and said, "But this meaning was a little out of shape later." Because each of these five veins has its own side, the world is divided into five pieces because of this. These five regions later evolved into five nations, and the descendants of each lineage protected only the people of their own country. ”

"Oh, then our people from Lingyun Mountain are the people who specialize in protecting the people of Rui Kingdom?" Mo Cong asked again.

"yes. The old man said: "So every once in a while, the old man will go down the mountain to take a look at the situation in various parts of the country, and by the way, look for the heirs of Xiuzhen." This is how the three of you brothers and sisters were discovered by the old man and eventually brought up the mountain. ”

"Oh, old man, why don't you look for a few more heirs and bring them all up the mountain?" Mo Cong asked puzzledly: "Wouldn't it be more lively if there were a few more people on our Lingyun Mountain?"

"There are many people and great power, do you think that cultivation is really planting trees, and planting one tree will become one?" the old man said: "This method you said has really been used by cultivators in other countries, and some sects are still using it today. They thought that the great power would be great if they were many, so they went through the net and gathered disciples. Like the Long Kingdom in the northern grasslands, it is said that there are three or four hundred cultivators on their side who have officially started alone, and there are countless people who have not officially started but have learned some fur. Those cultivators, their names are very bluffing, what a guru, venerable, Dharma protector, spiritual envoy, it sounds like it can scare people to death, but to put it bluntly, it is a group of good and bad rabble, although the number of people is large, but the combat strength is vulnerable, tying them all together, and they can't withstand the old man's toss two or three times.

Our Lingyun Mountain faction will not take the confused route of relying on more to win. Our sect selects successors, it has always been rather lacking than excessive, and the essence is not expensive, and our Lingyun Mountain's kung fu is not something that everyone can practice, it requires three points of talent, six points of hard work, plus one point of chance, all three are indispensable, just one talent, I don't know how many sentient beings are turned away. The old man has been wandering around the country for so many years, and he has only picked up the three of you among tens of millions of people, you kid is very atmospheric, why don't you look for a few. If there was a suitable old man, he would have brought it up the mountain a long time ago, and you would still use it, you would?"

Mo Cong was robbed of white by the old man, not annoyed but happy. He scratched his head and asked, "Old man, do you mean that the three of us are all very talented?" Since the old man said that the three of them were selected from tens of millions of people, the implication was naturally that the talents of the three of them were much better than the remaining tens of millions.

"You three, it's okay. Although it was worse than the old man, it was barely enough. The old man said with a serious face.

Mo Cong was speechless for a moment. Do you boast about yourself so much?

"Old man, you just said that there are cultivators in all five countries. So among these cultivators, are we the most powerful?" Mo Min suddenly asked.

"Of course we're the best. The old man said proudly: "Our Lingyun Mountain faction cultivates the truth with martial arts, and the Tianlong Heart Method is originally the most powerful among all the cultivation heart methods, and the ancestors of Lingyun Mountain in the past generations are carefully selected talents from tens of millions of people, and each has outstanding talents. With the best minds and the best talents, the result is that our faction is becoming more and more powerful. Our ancestors have not only inherited the mental methods and martial arts of Lingyun Mountain from generation to generation, but also innovated from generation to generation.

The other sects that cultivate demons, Buddhas, and Taoism are already a lot worse than us in terms of mental methods, and they have not produced any great talents for hundreds of years. Many mental methods, since no one has been able to cultivate to the highest level for hundreds of years, many things have gradually been lost. Sometimes a very enlightened disciple finally breaks through a certain very high realm and asks the master for follow-up practice, only to find that the master can't do it, and he is also exploring like the apprentice. How can such a stupid master teach a clever apprentice? Therefore, in the process of inheritance, they are not as good as the next generation, and the gap between them and us is getting bigger and bigger. ”

Mo Xiao, Mo Cong, and Mo Min were a little absorbed in what they heard, and when the old man first said that the Lingyun Mountain faction was the most powerful, Mo Cong thought that the old man was boasting. But the old man shook the topic away and talked in detail about the situation of each cultivation sect, Mo Cong felt as if he had a nose and eyes when he listened to it, and gradually believed it.

"Old man, when will the three of us go down the mountain to protect the people?" Mo Cong asked.

"You can't even protect yourself with your three-legged cat skills, and what do you say to protect the people. The old man said disdainfully: "You all practice hard, when you finish practicing, the old man will naturally take you down the mountain to experience and do something for the people of Rui." ”

"Then when will we be considered to have practiced well?" Mo Cong asked again.

"When the old man thinks you can do it, it will naturally be considered a good practice. The old man said a word of nonsense very seriously.

"Okay, then I'll go back to practice. Big brother, third sister, you should also hurry up and practice, let's try to get down the mountain as soon as possible. After Mo Cong finished speaking, he got up and went back to practice, and Mo Xiao and Mo Min also left.