"Senior brother, have you heard? The master has accepted closed disciples again. ”

"Go~ Don't spread rumors, that's the master's patient, the little uncle is the last disciple of the master, do you know what it means to close the door? Just don't accept apprentices! ”

Dragon Tiger Mountain, Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Two Taoist priests held brooms to clean up the fallen leaves in front of the mountain gate, and gossiped about some news in the Taoist temple from time to time.

People say that being a Taoist priest requires six pure roots, but these two people's hearts are obviously not enough.

"I'm talking about that mental illness, and the master took him in as an apprentice yesterday."

"Pull it down, how can that madman be awake for a moment." The Taoist priest waved his hand to show disbelief.

Just as the two were gossiping, a young man with a thin figure and long black hair walked towards the mountain gate.

The young man was dressed in a cyan robe, his skin was as white as a piece of paper, and his appearance was quite delicate, but the scars on his face made people feel pity.

"The Lord is coming." A Taoist priest reminded in a low voice, and then looked at the young man with both hands and clenched his fists and said, "Uncle Huowang, morning." ”

"You're early, too." The boy who was called "Uncle Huowang" returned the gift.

The young man's name is Li Huowang, and he originally came to the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain for only one purpose: to cure diseases.

The doctor said that he had a very serious mental illness and that he could write a paper after being cured.

After changing more than a dozen hospitals, his parents really had no choice but to believe in the theory of the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain.

When he first came to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, Li Huowang was still very resistant, because this world was just his imagination, and he was not sick at all.

When he saw the golden light coming out of the white-bearded old man's body, this thought was even more certain.

The world is fake!

How can anyone be invulnerable with a full body glow?

However, Li Huowang still chose to receive treatment here.

First, if he goes crazy here, at least the whitebeard old man can suppress him.

Second, although the world is fake, he can't see his parents crying sadly, there are very few people in the world who can be good to him, even if they are fake, he is willing to give everything.

It is precisely because of this that he will worship this Taoist with the name "Tiantong" and the name Zhang Zhiwei as his master.

He was so good to himself that he personally served tea and poured water, and he always stayed by his side when he was sick.

Several times, when Li Huowang woke up from his madness, he saw that the old man had a blue nose and swollen face, and asked him, but he just said that he had gone wrong in his practice.

In fact, he asked, this Tiandao man is more than 100 years old this year, and he was talented when he was a teenager, and it is better to say that Brother Kun is a powerful actor when he has gone wrong in his cultivation.

When apprenticing, Zhang Zhiwei asked Li Huowang if he had thought about his Taoist name, and he remembered that his first master was also a Taoist, Taoist name: Danyangzi.

Different from Zhang Zhiwei's careful care, this master didn't say anything to him, not only did he not want to become an immortal with him, but also taught him a lot of principles of life, and he was so concerned that he almost wanted to hold him in his mouth.

Thinking of this, Li Huowang smiled and replied, "Let's call it Xuanyang." ”

"Xuanyang? It's a good name, but it sounds a bit Taoist. Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

Li Huowang said in his heart that it was true, after all, it had been inherited for a long time.

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"Uncle Huowang, where are you going so early?"

The voice of the sweeping Taoist priest pulled Li Huowang's thoughts back, made him raise his hand, and pointed to the Heavenly Master's Mansion in front of him, "Master has something to do with me." ”

"Then don't bother much." The little Taoist priest bowed.

Li Huowang nodded and walked towards the mansion.

To say that this Heavenly Master's Mansion has been inherited for thousands of years from the ancestor Zhang Ling, and now it is not a god that can maintain good things to this extent, but money.

The incense of the Heavenly Master's Mansion is prosperous, and there are not a few high-ranking officials and nobles among the pilgrims, most of whom are coming to Zhang Zhiwei, the "Heavenly Passage Man".

When Li Huowang first met Zhang Zhiwei, it was hard to imagine that someone with such a high reputation in the outside world would be ......

"Huowang, why did you come?" Zhang Zhiwei's old but powerful voice sounded.

"Master, the disciple went to the back mountain to find the little brother." Li Huowang replied that he didn't dare to say that he went to Houshan to meet other people, those who were not in this world.......

"I'm homesick again." Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were peaceful, but he seemed to be able to see through Li Huowang's heart.

"Do you miss your mom and dad or your girlfriend?"

"Master, I'm ......"

"Hahaha!" Zhang Zhiwei laughed, "Needless to say, it's a big deal." ”

Li Huowang looked at the old man who was more than 100 years old in front of him speechlessly, and said in his heart, Your old man is still here, how can you understand so much.

"Well, Master will give you a task, and after you finish it, let your parents come to see you, oh, and your little girlfriend, it's called...... Bai Lingmiao, right? Zhang Zhiwei paused, and said with a straight face: "Here, don't mess around in Longhu Mountain." ”

"What task?"

Li Huowang was alert, and his mind began to recall everything he had experienced with the old man in front of him, and he had to be sure that all this was not a trick that some people had come up with to deceive him.

"The Liu family in Xiangxi has gone wrong recently, and the company said that the other party has colluded with Quanxu, and in order to reduce casualties, they found me and asked me to send a disciple to assist." Zhang Zhiwei said as he took out a letter from his arms.

"Is it just assistance?" Li Huowang took a cursory look and asked.

"Well, it's not tiring to do a little bit of work for others." Zhang Zhiwei smiled.

"Okay." Li Huowang nodded and retreated.

After Li Huowang's figure disappeared, a little Taoist boy pushed a wheelchair and walked to Zhang Zhiwei's side.

The old man in the wheelchair had spots on his face, and his eyes were wide open, as if they would never close.

"Senior brother." The old man spoke, "You can rest assured that this child will go?" He is recovering from a serious illness, and his legs and feet are as thin as noodles. ”

This old man's name is Tian Jinzhong, he is Zhang Zhiwei's junior brother, and his status in Longhu Mountain is extremely high.

"Senior brother, I actually can't rest assured, but young people, you always have to experience." Zhang Zhiwei said, "The people in the company will also help us look after him." ”

"Xiangxi Liu family, the corpse chasing faction has been inherited for a long time, for this kind of yin art, the Lei Fa of the Zhengyi faction is the most restrained, so the company will find you, but Huo Wang, this kid doesn't know Lei Fa at all, in case something happens to him, how can we explain to his parents?"

"Oh?" Zhang Zhiwei was puzzled, "Senior brother is worried about Huowang, I thought you were worried about the Xiangxi Liu family." ”

"The Liu family?" Tian Jinzhong was stunned for a moment, "Senior brother, didn't you owe the Liu family a romantic debt when you were young, so you sent Huowang there, or this person would be Lingyu no matter what." ”

"You're going to be poor again." Zhang Zhiwei scolded with a smile, "Brother Wei, now post those things about you back then into the Longhu Mountain Museum, so that pilgrims can take a look." ”

"Hehe, senior brother, forget it." Tian Jinzhong confessed.

"Senior brother, do you think that Huowang is not as good as Lingyu?"

Zhang Zhiwei said, and walked outside, "Tell you, when I treated him, those injuries were indeed caused by him." ”

Hearing this, Tian Jinzhong's eyes widened, "Senior brother, don't be kidding, can he hurt you?" ”

Zhang Zhiwei didn't reply this time, and a red-clothed Taoist figure with three swords on his back appeared in his mind.