The scorching sun hangs in the sky.

A little lower, two fireballs blazing brighter than the sun were facing each other in the distance.

Under these two suns, the earth cracked, the trees turned to ash, and the terrible cracks more than a few feet wide were intricately arranged.

"Leave, do you really want to kill them all? Ahem. ”

A dry voice accompanied by a dry cough sounded in the air, and the fireball also dimmed, revealing a handsome Taoist dressed in white.

Behind him, a towering cypress tree swayed its branches and sprinkled green rays to block the heat wave.

Without warning, another fireball disappeared from its place, and the next moment it crashed into the white-clothed Daoist, and the monstrous flames swallowed it in an instant.

The brilliance dissipated, and there was already a white palm on the slender neck of the white-clothed Taoist.

The white-clothed Taoist smiled miserably, and looked at the person in front of him with a sad look in his eyes, but it was a red-clothed Taoist with blonde hair and golden eyes.

"Don't blame me for calculating against you, if you don't die, how can I transcend?"

After saying that, the strength in the palm of his hand became heavier, and after a crisp bone cracking sound, the white-clothed Taoist finally closed his eyes.

Seeing that the white-clothed Taoist was already exhausted, the Taoist known as "Li" sighed lightly, the golden light in his eyes dissipated, and his long hair also turned from gold to black.

Looking at the side of the two eyes again, "Li" raised his hand and lowered a heavenly fire on the cypress tree, and then flew away to the sky.

As the sun set, a fresh breeze blew through, extinguishing the raging fire above the cypress tree.

As the light of the fire dissipated, a feather-clad and star-crowned Taoist appeared from the starlight, and he walked slowly to the rhizome of the cypress tree, pinched the seal lightly with his fingertips, and then saw a man-high hole open at the root of the tree.

At this time, a resolute voice came from the hole in the tree: "But Fengzun is outside?" ”

"Ade, it's me."

As soon as the words fell, the person in the middle had already rushed out, and as soon as he saw the feather-clothed Taoist, he knelt down, and then said in a trembling voice: "Lord Fengzun, you are late, the lord is on him, he has been killed by Huozun, Ade is incompetent, incompetent." ”

Seeing the burly man in front of him, Feng Zun seemed to be unbearable, and after a long sigh, he said: "Although Shaoyang is kind to me, it is already the limit of what I can do to pick you up and the child this time, don't be sad, and go with me." ”

A moment later, the breeze blew, leaving only a clear field.

Sixteen years later.

West Ruo Xunzhou, Cloud Lonely Mountain

The sun hangs high, and in the dense bamboo forest, the breeze rises and the verdant bamboo leaves converge into a burst of blue sea and golden waves. In the depths of the bamboo sea, a handsome young man can be seen sitting on a flat boulder.

On the boulder, Bai Minghong withdrew from the silence, his eyes showed joy, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and then closed his eyes slightly to investigate.

After a while, Bai Minghong opened his eyes, could no longer hide the joy in his heart, and laughed loudly.

"After a few days of practice, I finally got what I wanted." Bai Minghong muttered to himself: "Today, I can draw qi into the body, and when I look at this world again, the fruit is fresh everywhere." At this time, what Bai Minghong saw in his eyes, compared to yesterday, it was like the fog dissipated at sunrise, and there was no barrier between everything.

If you want to get a glimpse of the fairy road in this world, you must first pass the veins, then refine the intestines, and then build the bones, so as to become a weather. If you want to enter the immortal gate, you must first pass the pulse, and if you want to pass the pulse, you must draw qi into the body.

Bai Minghong is now successfully hooking up the aura into the body, and he has already glimpsed the door of the vein.

When Bai Minghong was rejoicing, he saw a white light flash in front of him, only shining white brilliance there.

Seeing this, Bai Minghong's smile became stronger, and he beckoned it into his hand, and when the brilliance dissipated, he saw a flying talisman lying in the palm of his hand.

"Ming Hong, since you have entered the vein, I will come to the palace quickly and explain to you if I have something to say to the teacher."

Reading the flying talisman, Bai Minghong chuckled and said: "Shizun already knows this, then you need to move quickly, don't let Shizun stay for a long time." ”

After speaking, Bai Minghong got up, with a light tap on his toes, the light and shadow on his side changed, and he had already come out of the bamboo forest in a moment, and after identifying the direction, he went all the way away.

The sunlight is skewed, on the mountain road, Bai Minghong wiped off the sweat on his forehead, looked up, only to see a piece of Champs tower falling above, under the light of the sky, the glazed tile roof is shining, the purple air of the palace body is circulating, as if it is not in the world.

Further up, Bai Minghong straightened his robe and went to the main hall in the middle. When I arrived at the door of the hall, I saw a plaque hanging on the lintel, and the words "Qingfeng Palace" were written on it.

But at this time, a white-haired old man wearing a Nanhua scarf greeted him from the palace, and his deacon said: "Bai Langjun, the hall master has an order, if Lang Jun you come, just enter the palace." ”

Bai Minghong made a mockery and said: "There is Uncle Laude to greet me, I will go to see the master." ”

After that, Bai Minghong entered the palace by himself.

In the hall, the ground is as smooth as a mirror, but the top of the hall seems to have thousands of stars hidden in it.

At this time, a clear voice came: "Ming Hong, since you have entered the hall, don't come forward quickly." ”

Hearing this, Bai Minghong woke up, looked up, and saw a handsome Taoist priest in a feather coat and a star-crowned man sitting upright on the couch, which was his own master Feng Simiao.

Bai Minghong stepped forward quickly, took a deep look, and said shyly: "The fool came to see the master, and he lost his temper, so please forgive the master." ”

The Daoist smiled and said, "Ming Hong don't want to be harsh on yourself, you have just entered the Dao, so it is not surprising that you behave like this." ”

Bai Minghong shook it again and said: "In the past, I went to the palace, but I haven't been like this today, but I don't know the reason, it is related to what the master just said about entering the Tao, and please ask the master to solve the doubts." ”

"Ming Hong doesn't need to be polite. When my generation cultivates, it is rare to draw qi and pass the pulse, but if the pulse is passed, the physical body of you and me will be inextricably linked with the source and ruin realm where my generation exists. Feng Simiao brushed the dust and said: "And the top of my palace contains the light of the stars of Zhou Tian, every wisp is really connected to the realm of this source ruins, you have not entered the path in the past, so there is no sense." ”

Hearing this, Bai Minghong was full of doubts in his heart, and asked, "Master Xie solves the doubts of the disciples, and dares to ask what the master called me today?" ”

"Minghong, you sit down first, and then the teacher is talking to you in detail"

After Bai Minghong sat down, Feng Simiao said with a smile: "I called you here today, first, because I know that you have achieved some cultivation, so the teacher wants to give you a few magic weapons for the purpose of protecting the Tao." Second, I want to discuss the future with you. ”

After that, Feng Simiao waved his sleeves, and two streamers flew out from between his sleeves, and after the brilliance dissipated, a simple boat and a dark robe appeared.

"These two ritual instruments, one is to support the boat and use it for retreat; One is the Dharma robe of the Heavens and Stars, which is used for body protection, but you need to remember that all Dharma weapons are foreign objects, and you still need to polish yourself in order to go long. ”

As he was talking, suddenly a green mang rushed out of Feng Simiao's sleeve, and then coiled around Bai Minghong's side.

Seeing this scene, Feng Simiao sighed lightly, "Well, I didn't want to give this thing to you, but the will of heaven is hard to disobey." That being the case, then you should put away this young yang feather, remember not to let others peep at it, as for the reason, you don't need to ask for the time being. ”

In this case, Bai Minghong was stunned for a moment, then arched his hand towards Feng Simiao and said, "The disciples are all arranged by the master. ”

After saying that, he got up his mana and probed the three magic weapons in the air. As soon as the first two magic weapons came into contact with the mana, they turned into brilliance and threw themselves into Bai Minghong's sleeves, while Shaoyang Yu, who had been restless just now, fell silent at this time.

"Minghong, you take a drop of essence blood." Seeing this, Feng Simiao pointed out.

Hearing this, Bai Minghong slashed his fingertips and introduced a drop of essence blood into Shaoyang Yu, and a burst of dazzling light burst out.

After a while, the light dissipated, but Shaoyang Yu was nowhere to be seen.

"Master," Bai Minghong was just about to ask out loud, but suddenly felt something strange in his eyebrows, so he stopped his words and closed his eyes to probe his senses.

I saw that Shaoyang Yu was floating in the Yellow Court, exuding a warm light, but Bai Minghong couldn't move it, and he didn't know how to use it for his own use.

After a while, Bai Minghong's divine consciousness withdrew from his body, his eyes opened, and he said, "Master, what is Shaoyang Yu?" Why do I feel a sense of familiarity from it? ”

Feng Simiao raised his sleeves slightly, signaled silence, and said: "Don't say more, you don't need to know what this thing is, just remember what the teacher said." ”

Hearing this, Bai Minghong's words were sluggish, and he said: "The disciple knows, and I ask the master to forgive the disciple for the crime of being abrupt." ”

Feng Simiao shook off the dust, signaled that it was okay, and then said to himself: "Minghong doesn't need to worry. As a teacher, I will consult with you about the future. ”

"Ming Hong, now that you have stepped into the path of the vein, you will need to drill this realm carefully in the future. It is necessary to know that the three realms of channeling, refining the intestines, and building bones are the foundation of the Tao, and no matter how hard you put your heart, you can't overdo it. However, the cultivation of these three realms is indispensable for a dojo that is in harmony with one's own spiritual roots. ”

In this source ruin realm, whether you can step into the immortal path, one looks at the spiritual root, and the other looks at the spiritual machine. The so-called spiritual root is the qualification for cultivation, and it is the embodiment of the part of oneself that is in harmony with the Tao. And the so-called spiritual machine is the ability to sense the aura of heaven and earth. The two are indispensable, and if you have only one of them, you will have no chance with the Supreme Dao in this life.

"Therefore, the teacher wants to send you to that Dongyao Lizhou, that place is in harmony with your roots, and you should be able to practice smoothly when you go there."

Hearing this, Bai Minghong's face turned slightly red, and he hurriedly said: "What does Shizun mean by this, the disciple has served under Shizun's knees since he was a child, and now he has just entered the Tao, and he has not been able to share his worries with Shizun, how can he leave." ”

"Confused, with your realm cultivation, you can solve my worries." Feng Simiao scolded with a smile: "Don't say much, after you go to that Dongyao and leave the continent, you will find an opportunity to worship in the Yaoyang Sect, and you can only return when you enter the meteorological realm." ”

After hearing this, Bai Minghong suddenly said for a while: "The master is kind, the disciple is ashamed, and he will not fall into the face of the master outside." When the disciples return, they will serve the master left and right. ”

Feng Simiao said: "It's good if you have this heart, but there is still a word that the teacher must say in front, when you seek the Tao outside, you can worship the teacher again, but you can't reveal my name and surname." Do you remember? ”

Bai Minghong got up from his seat and solemnly said, "Disciple remember. ”

"In that case, then you should go and prepare early, and you don't have to come to me to say goodbye before leaving."

"Disciples must not slack off in their cultivation, in order to cultivate to the meteorological realm as soon as possible." Bai Minghong bowed, his eyes were slightly red when he got up again, and said, "That disciple is leaving, take care of your master." ”

After that, Bai Minghong slowly withdrew from the hall.

Just came out of the hall, but saw Uncle De coming out from behind the doorpost in front of the hall, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing this, Bai Minghong said: "Uncle Lauder is waiting here, but he doesn't know what is going on. ”

Uncle De took a step forward, grabbed Bai Minghong's sleeve, and said gloomily: "Lang Jun, the old slave has served the hall master and you for a long time, and today I heard that Lang Jun is going to travel far away, I am really reluctant." After saying that, the sadness on his face became a little thicker.

Bai Minghong's eyes became redder, he hugged Uncle De's shoulder, and said with relief: "Uncle De, don't be sad, Minghong's trip is not without a return date, and I will return when I enter the meteorological realm." ”

Hearing this, Uncle De's eyebrows were slightly lighter, and he said: "Okay, it's the old slave who is pretentious, you and I cultivators have a long life, but we are not afraid of being separated for a few years, then Lang Jun will go back to the house to prepare early, and then the old slave will send you down the mountain." ”

After saying that, Bai Minghong said goodbye to Uncle De again, and ran straight to the cave.

When Bai Minghong traveled far away, Uncle De entered the hall and said respectfully: "Hall Master, Ade knows that people are soft-spoken, but he still wants to ask, what does the hall master mean by this?" Isn't this trip of the little lord a sheep into the mouth of a tiger? ”

"Ade, I won't hurt Minghong."

"Hall Master, if there is anything wrong with the little master, Ade will fight for this old life, and he will not hide anymore." Uncle De's eyes were red, and he took a deep breath and said, "Please also ask the hall master to forgive Ade for being rude, and his subordinates will retire." ”

After a while, Bai Minghong arrived in the cave mansion, and there was nothing long in the cave mansion, only a few volumes of scriptures scattered on the table. Bai Minghong came to the front of the bed and took out the Fuyao Boat and the Heavenly Star Luo Dharma Clothes. I hadn't looked at it closely, but now I feel that both things are extraordinary.

Bai Minghong got up with a divine thought, and carefully carved the Dharma seal on the two things, and since then these two magic weapons have really belonged to Bai Minghong, and others can no longer be driven by the door.

After a while, Bai Minghong found a square cloth, wrapped the clothes softly, and put the scattered scriptures together.

After thinking about it, he took out the Xingluo robe and put it on his body as an outer robe, and then got up again, and in a moment, he took the starlight of the robe to the fullest, and others looked at it, but it was only an ordinary robe.

After a while, Bai Minghong sent a flying talisman, and after a while, he went out of the cave, summoned the Fuyao Dharma boat, and went to the mountain gate.

There is a cup of tea, and the mountain gate is already in front of you. Seeing that Uncle De was standing under the mountain gate, Bai Minghong descended the magic boat, and walked to the front and said, "Please wait for Uncle De for a long time." ”

Uncle De waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I won't say much here, I just hope that Lang Jun will have a smooth trip." As he spoke, Uncle De took off a sleeve bag from his waist, "There are the scriptures that the hall master ordered me to hand over to Lang Jun, as well as some spirit stone sundries that I prepared for Lang Jun, and I handed them to Lang Jun together with this Qiankun armbag." ”

After Bai Minghong took over the sleeve, Uncle De said again: "Lang Jun must remember that you must not leak money when walking outside, so as not to cause trouble." ”

Bai Minghong smiled brightly and said, "Minghong has written it down, Uncle De and keep the jade toe, and I will leave." After that, he was another joke, and he boarded the Dharma boat and rode away with the wind.

At this time, in the apse of Qingfeng Palace, Feng Simiao stood in front of a dead wood shaped like black charcoal, his eyes were full of sorrow, and he muttered abruptly: "Shaoyang, don't blame me." ”

After a while, Feng Simiao walked out of the apse, and saw Uncle De standing respectfully at the bottom of the steps, so he said, "But you're gone?" ”

"Yes."

"I know, since Ming Hong has left, then I will close the mountain, and I need to meditate and practice for a while."

When Uncle De left, a sigh quietly sounded in the empty hall.