For Xuanyuanguan, Jiang Yongge is familiar with the road, and he is more familiar with the Jiang Mansion than the Jiang Mansion where he has lived since he was a child. His spiritual power was so high that he could quietly appear outside the ashram without alarming anyone.

"Why are you so flustered, it's just a matter of coming quickly, and you don't even breathe. The teacher has taught you many times, the landslide is in front of you, and your face does not change, can you do it?"

Daoist Taixu's voice came out of the ashram gently, and there was no panic or superfluous emotion to be heard. Jiang Yongge was convinced in his heart, and secretly gasped for breath, and then rushed to the door and saluted respectfully, "It's the disciple who is stupid and has failed the master's teachings." ”

"That's it, care is chaos, you come in!"

Jiang Yongge pushed the door in response, and the familiar special aroma with sandalwood as the base came to his face. From childhood to adulthood, every time he smelled this smell, Jiang Yongge would feel that his body and mind had gained incomparable peace. I vaguely remember that every time I cried when I was a child and refused to sit down to read those obscure ancient books, Master would light this incense to make him quickly quiet and concentrate. It's just that Jiang Yongge asked the master several times about the name and production method of this incense, but the Taoist Taixu was secretive, and after a long time, Jiang Yongge didn't ask.

"Sit down!"

Taixu Dao sat on the ground, a teapot and two tea cups were placed on the small table in front of him, and in the vase of secret porcelain, a budding lotus flower was obliquely inserted.

"Master, the door of Xuanyuan Temple is closed, is there something wrong?" In front of Daoist Taixu, Jiang Yongge showed his childish side and asked anxiously, "Or, is there any trouble?"

"This is not a trivial matter, and I don't know how to tell you as a teacher. Taixu Daochang's hand holding the teacup shook suddenly, and a few drops of tea splashed, but they fell steadily into the teacup, stirring up ring-shaped ripples that quickly spread and disappeared.

"Although the master speaks, the disciple should do his best!" Jiang Yongge's expression became more and more eager. With a flick of the middle finger of his left hand, several bamboo curtains fell, instantly covering all the light outside, and the quiet room became as dark as midnight. At the same time, there was a bright starlight on the roof of the quiet room, Jiang Yongge subconsciously looked up, and was surprised to find that at this moment, above his head, it was actually a night sky full of stars. The stars flickered and flickered, and they could be touched almost as soon as you raised your hand.

"This is?" Jiang Yongge was not good at the theory of astrology, but faintly felt that the starry sky above his head made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Then let's make a long story short," a white light flashed in the palm of Taixu Dao Chang's palm, and Jiang Yongge immediately noticed that the starry sky above his head had changed, and this time, he saw more clearly, there was a faint fierce star shining in the Eastern Green Dragon and Western White Tiger in the Twenty-Eight Nights, and there was a phenomenon of becoming more and more intense!

The sadness in his eyes that he didn't have time to hide was captured by Daoist Taixu, and he smiled at Jiang Yongge, "Boy, what's the matter, are you afraid?" Jiang Yongge's sword-sharp sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and the pride engraved in his bones made him look a little more proud at the moment, "Master underestimated me, don't say that in this Baozhou City, no one knows that I am the chosen son, it is you, Master, and I have not seen the excellence of my disciples." It's just that the sky has a fierce appearance, just deal with it!"

Daoist Taixu couldn't help laughing, "What a big breath! Then let me ask you, the reconciliation of the sentence that the plan is in the people, and the success is in the sky?"

Jiang Yongge was stunned for a moment, this was a clever question, if he answered, it was wrong, it would be tantamount to denying the master's teachings to him. If you admit it, you will prove that what you just said about "just need to deal with" is an empty phrase. So for a while, he was speechless.

Daoist Taixu was not deliberately embarrassed, but he felt that his proud disciple had gradually gained a momentum of pride and complacency in recent years, so he thought of taking this opportunity to give some advice. Seeing that Jiang Yongge's mouth was slightly open, but he didn't say a word, Taixu Daoist smiled slightly, "With your intelligence, you should know how to answer." Jiang Yongge immediately got up, lowered his head and said, "Master, it's the disciple who is wrong, I shouldn't be arrogant, I got carried away when I was called 'Divine Son' a few times, thinking that I could really save the common people." ”

"You don't have to be presumptuous!" said Taixu Daoist waving his hand at him and motioning for him to sit down, "You are indeed different from ordinary people, and you have extraordinary abilities. Not to mention that you are enlightened at the age of three, familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of five, and able to write articles at the age of seven, and you are not inferior to those literati who have gone through the imperial examination. Even centenarians can't understand those words, and I still remember them clearly!"

The corners of Jiang Yongge's mouth curled slightly, quite a bit of self-deprecation, and with Taixu Dao's words, his thoughts also returned to twelve years ago.

The people of the world, from the king to the people, have an upward heart. They stepped on the vast land that had existed for hundreds of millions of years, but they looked up at the gods high in their hearts, and yearned for it, hoping that one day, they would be able to practice through the elixir, get rid of this mortal body in the flesh, soar in the daytime, become immortals, feast on the world, and get immortal.

As a result, countless immortal cultivation sects have sprung up one after another. It's just that the qualifications are uneven, and there are many people who swagger and deceive under the guise of "cultivating immortals". Even so, there are still countless crazy people who come and go, for the sake of only the one in 10,000 possibility.

In the past five hundred years, there have been very few mortals who have ascended to immortality, but every time they are mentioned, people's blood boils and they are fascinated. They fantasized that one day, they could also become the lucky ones, and Jiang Yongge, who had just turned six years old at that time, was like a little adult, putting his hands behind his back and saying to Taixu Daoist with disdain, "They are not talented enough every day, and they have no self-knowledge, so they are afraid that they will be busy in vain!"

"Master!" Thinking of this past, Jiang Yongge would blush rarely, "Tong Yan Wuji, why do you always care about it?" Taixu Daoist looked at him lovingly, "No, I don't think you are wrong, the road to cultivating immortals depends on the fate of the law, but also on your own qualifications." And you, with such high talent, even sigh that you are not as good as a teacher. ”

Jiang Yongge rarely heard the master praise himself so much, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, only to hear Taixu Dao say in a long and serious voice, "All the hard work for the master has been put into you alone, so you must do your best this time!"

"Master, please!"

Regarding what Daoist Taixu said, Jiang Yongge had nothing to do. Taixu Dao's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Jiang Yongge word by word, "This time, the teacher wants you to help me and change my luck against the sky!"