In the Starfall Tavern, Shi Chen looked at Xing Ruwan indifferently. The spiritual root that is not excellent, and the exercises that are not suitable for his spiritual root attributes, as well as this stupid person, Shi Chen accepts her as an apprentice, and it is regarded as charity.

Xing Ruwan felt the changes in her body, stood up in surprise and said, "Master, I can cultivate." ”

"Hmm. Shi Chen said simply, did not look at Xing Ruwan, and still lowered his head silently.

After thinking for a while, the most important thing at the moment is to go to the Lonely Mountain to repair the Dao Heart, if the Dao Heart is not repaired, the cultivation will stop. Talk about slaughtering the evil king and sacrificing to the sky!

Shi Chen looked at the master.

Lan Ziqian was confused.

Shi Chencai said: "You take her back to the Blue Cloud Sect, and find her a suitable canon, a suitable immortal weapon, and a suitable cave to cultivate." ”

"Ah Chen, what are you?" Lan Ziqian asked.

"I'm going out and I'm going to be back. Shi Chen said.

"Well, okay. Lan Ziqian responded.

Xing Ruwan looked at the two of them, and didn't dare to ask where the master wanted to go, nor did she dare to talk to the beautiful master in front of her.

Lan Ziqian looked at the stunned Xingru and said softly, "Let's go, follow me back to the sect." ”

"Hmm...... Master, I want to go home first. Xing Ruwan said, it was too sudden now, she hadn't said goodbye to her father and brother yet, and she had to go home to reassure them of their whereabouts.

"Good. Lan Ziqian agreed, and the two of them walked out of the Starfall Tavern together, leaving Shi Chen alone here.

When Shi Chen saw his master leaving, he filled the wine jug with wine again, which was the best way to relieve grief and save his life. Pour one cup at a time......

Lan Ziqian took Xing Ruwan to say goodbye to her family and took her all the way to the Blue Cloud Sect. Just like Shi Chen did when he started, he gave Xing Ruwan a lot of good things, and went to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to find a copy of Lei Linggen's body refining method.

After doing this, he went to Mingdu Street to find an immortal flying sword for Xing Ruwan. Xing Ruwan once asked her master what kind of immortal weapon she used, and her ancestor told her that it was a Qingmang sword, so she decided to use the sword.

Returning to the Blue Cloud Sect, he gave Shi Qiong's cave mansion to Xing Ruwan and let her cultivate here. Lan Ziqian is actually very fond of disciples, Shi Chen and Shi Qiong are all well paid, not to mention the apprentice's apprentices, and they must be cultivated well after a generation.

Shi Chen, after drinking the last glass, walked out of the Starfall Tavern, said hello to Qiyan, and quickly left.

found Xiaoyu and Xiaoguo in a nearby shallow grass, and the two were flirting in the grass. This is really a pair of living treasures, and they will never stop. Riding on Xiaoyu, he flew towards the south of Starfall Street, aiming for Gushan.

Yesterday, Xiaoyu buried the thunder dragon next to Xuantian's grave, and after paying tribute to the ancient thunder dragon, Xiaoyu and the two came here.

Shi Chen was ashamed of the Ancient Thunder Dragon and fulfilled his original promise to treat Xiaoyu well, but he fell into the hands of the Ancient Demon God for the sake of the Immortal Realm. The more Shi Chen thought about it, the more ashamed he became. His eyes were silent, and he took a sip of wine.

This tens of thousands of miles away light rain flew in less than two days to arrive, a few days ago the light rain has been three layers of the baby, and the speed of flying in the rain is much faster, this time even if you meet the infant monk, you can effectively open the distance.

Shi Chen landed again on the lonely mountain, carefully looking at this inconspicuous green mountain. Although it is small, it is far away from the prosperity of the fairy world, the vegetation is abundant, the four seasons are always summer, a small temple stands on the mountainside, there is a feeling of a layman outside the world.

Shi Chen picked up the branches that blocked people and walked gently into the small temple step by step. There is no information outside the temple, and there is no plaque famous for this place, and a sense of mystery arises spontaneously.

Knock lightly on the door to see if there's anyone inside. Seeing that no one responded, Shi Chen knocked twice more, and then the old man's voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

Shi Chen pushed the door and entered, ordering Xiaoyu Xiaoguo to wait elsewhere. When he stepped into the temple alone, he saw that the temple was clean and neat, and there was no dust, which made Shi Chen feel a lot of goodwill.

Continue to walk, and come to the temple hall, which is still as neat as before. A white-haired old man sat in the hall, contemplating some kind of sacred avenue.

Seeing Shi Chen coming, the white-haired old man got up and looked at Shi Chen, his eyes were much more solemn, this young man was even more gorgeous than his own hair, which was rare in the world.

"What's the matter with you?" asked the Dream Daoist.

Shi Chen didn't speak, his eyes were lonely, just touching his heart.

The dream Taoist sighed lightly, and he was a person who had gone through vicissitudes and was unwilling to be unjust by fate.

"Look at this, go in. Dream Dao Dao is humane, casually played an immortal technique, and a round white ball appeared in his hand, slightly scattered with white mist. The top gradually becomes a little transparent, forming a mirror image of the vortex.

Shi Chen stared at the white ball, the powerful spiritual power scattered, and the immortal technique of the Yuan Infant Force. The white-haired old man in front of him was only in the realm of transforming into a god, but he was able to play such a powerful immortal technique.

This white ball has a kind of breath that contains the reincarnation of heaven and earth, which seems to make people go back to the past. Shi Chen looked at this white ball, his whole heart trembled, and what appeared in this white ball was Shi Qiong's breath, the person who reflected the crack in his Dao heart.

Shi Chen's tears were moist, and he reached out to touch the white ball, this kind of longing made Shi Chen unable to extricate himself.

"Dream back to the pearl, my immortal weapon, is a rare treasure between heaven and earth, I wish you can re-round your Dao heart. The Dream Daoist explained, signaling Shi Chen not to hesitate.

Shi Chen doesn't care so much, even if this dream back pearl wants to devour himself at this moment, he has to enter, this longing that crosses yin and yang makes him unable to control himself.

Shi Chen took a quick step and pounced on the dream pearl.

I was sucked in violently by the mirror whirlpool.

Seeing Shi Chen enter his dream bead, the dream Taoist eyes narrowed slightly, and he stroked a handful of white beards.

As if thinking about it, he gently floated the Dream Bead on the ground, and let it drive Shi Chen to run the exercises.

The Dream Taoist came to the courtyard, looked at the sky, and a drop of rain fell on his face. I already know who it means, and I'm just a pawn in this game.

The Dream Daoist is also one of the monks from the divine realm, and belongs to the same era as the rain god, the benevolent emperor, and the reincarnation god. After arriving here, he was arranged by the rain god to be a layman here who specialized in repairing the monk's Dao heart.

He didn't hide his cultivation, but after the battle with the ancient demon god back then, he was also corrupted and cultivated, and he couldn't move forward.

In that battle, I don't know how many monks of the Divine Realm fell, were seriously injured and fled, and after surviving, their cultivation fell, and they could not improve.

The ancient demon god had an immortal technique of corroding and sealing his cultivation, and all the monks of the divine realm were helpless to let them annihilate their cultivation in the war of the divine realm.

"My mission is over, Rain God, and I'll leave the rest to you. The Dream Daoist looked at the sky and muttered to himself, his eyes revealing endless sadness.

With a flick of his sleeves, he gradually blurred, becoming blank, and merging with the air of the entire fairy world.