Halfway up the cliff, deep in the hinterland, in a stone room, a golden Dao robe figure sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, practicing pranayama, and a bright light came from far and near, passing through many obstacles from the outside to the inside, and finally came to the front of the golden Dao robe and stopped suddenly, spinning and rotating.

The golden figure's eyes opened, and a dazzling golden light in his eyes was fleeting, and at the same time, with the return of his consciousness, an invisible rush to the sky was instantly enveloped in the whole field, and the originally silent and impermanent stone room trembled, trembling, and the large and small stones around the top fell one after another, and at the same time, the piercing friction sound in the air continued to sound, as if the void was stagnant, and the guns were misfired, bringing a clangling sound.

Half a sound, under the deliberate convergence and control of the golden robe, the monstrous weather pole slowly decreased, until it was imperceptible, the figure lightly pressed the bright light, sensed it slightly, and a few inexplicable colors flashed in his eyes, and then whispered softly: "The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff." ”

"Since you are left behind, then I am completely destroying your hopes and destroying your illusions!"

Immediately, the sound in the stone chamber gradually became inaudible and extremely faint.

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In the thatched hut, Sima Yuan held a bamboo slip in his hand, pressed it against his forehead and sensed it carefully, and a piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind:

The Pure Sutra

The Taishang Yan teaches the method, which has the effect of concentrating and calming the qi, can collect the essence of the sun and the moon, and absorb the immortal qi of heaven and earth, which is used to feed the whole body and comprehend the 'way of the Taishang'.

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After thinking about it slightly, he understood that this was the method practiced by the beginner disciples of the Feiling Sect, and it was a basic exercise, and he had to choose carefully, otherwise he would make a mistake in the future, and he would definitely regret it too late.

These thoughts flashed slightly in his mind, and the place where there had been no movement for a long time shook and shook, with layers of ripples and waves, and Sima Yuan's mind suddenly showed a huge amount of information like a spring, and he had a splitting headache, and he just wanted to shout loudly, but just when he wanted to scream, it was difficult to make the slightest sound in his mouth, as if hoarse.

Immediately, Sima Yuan slowly fainted on the couch with a flower in front of his eyes, and he didn't notice that in the back of his head, a clear light passed away in the blink of an eye.

The moon stars are scarce, the full moon hangs high, everything is quiet, and the sound of night insects chirping around sets off the more peaceful and harmonious place.

Sima Yuan sighed lightly, opened his eyes, and saw several immortal wind dao bone people floating in front of him, his eyes were in a trance, and he said in a low voice: "There are so many immortals." ”

Suddenly, he suddenly became a fairy spirit, and his trance was swept away in an instant, and his thin body bounced up quickly, landing half a foot behind him, staring at these uninvited guests with a wary face.

Seeing Sima Yuandi's nervous posture, the first old man with white hair smiled and said, "Xiaoyou don't need to panic, Poor Dao and the others have no malicious intentions. ”

Behind the old man, a solemn middle-aged man, like an iron-faced selfless judge, shouted coldly: "Presumptuous! Seeing that the Lord still does not kneel and salute, do you still want to serve in this way?"

When Sima Yuan heard this, after taking a closer look, he suddenly realized something in hindsight, and hurriedly bowed down and said: "Kid damn it, Sima Yuan, a miscellaneous disciple of Feilingmen, has seen the Guan Master!

The old man waved his hand gently, a little kindly, and said softly: "Forget it, those who don't know are not guilty!"

Sima Yuan immediately sighed: "Thank you for your magnanimity!"

Leng Mian immediately snorted coldly when he heard this, and he didn't know who he was targeting.

The old man turned a deaf ear, and still said softly: "Xiaoyou, what's wrong now?"

When Sima Yuan heard this, he was a little surprised, could it be that the other party had been spying on him?

After thinking about it for a while, Sima Yuan pondered it for a while and said, "Looking back at the Lord, the disciple is not in any serious trouble, but he has been doing his work for a long time, he is a little tired, and he urgently needs to cultivate. ”

The cold-faced middle-aged man said coldly: "Why bother so much, just search for the soul directly!" As he spoke, he wanted to step forward and capture Sima Yuan.

The old man frowned, scolded lightly, and said, "I, a disciple of the Flying Spirit Sect, how can I easily search for souls, and I can't act so recklessly in the future!"

The middle-aged man's expression moved slightly, he looked at his companions beside him, and saw that they were all indifferent, as if they had nothing to do with it, he was shocked in his heart, his back was slightly wet, so he hurriedly made a mockery to the old man, and said, "Yes, the disciple knows that he is wrong!"

The old man took it lightly, and after humming softly, he stopped pursuing it.

And when the middle-aged man returned to his original position, several 'colleagues' around him all had a deep look in their eyes, mixed with some unclear and inexplicable meanings.

The old master was kind and kind, raised his hand and beckoned to Sima Yuan slightly, Sima Yuan hesitated, slowly approached, the old master stroked Sima Yuan's head, the complicated meaning in his eyes flashed, and then said softly: "In the future, you will follow the poor way to practice."

Sima Yuan didn't know why, but the expressions of several people behind the old Guan Master changed slightly, and some people even stopped talking again and again, and asked: "Guan Master, you are the master of the dojo, rashly accepting this person as an apprentice, I'm afraid it will attract criticism!"

Someone immediately chimed in: "Yes, the Lord is the helmsman of my Feilingmen, it stands to reason that it is a happy thing to find a good disciple, but this person is left by the devil, and there must be traces of demonic skills on his body. ”

The old master turned his head and asked, "When did Poor Dao say that he would accept this person as an apprentice?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they reacted, indeed, the Guan Master was just saying that he would keep this person by his side, just as an attendant, not as a closed disciple.

Suddenly, all the real power figures in Feilingmen were relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next words of the old master made everyone's hearts rise again, only to hear the old master slowly say: "Since he is the last person to be seen by the rebel, he must have left behind his back hand, and the poor Taoist must take him with him, take care of him day and night, train him with Taoism, and brush it with subtlety, so that he will completely belong to my Taoist Xuanzong." ”

Perhaps because he felt that if he didn't give a sufficient reason, this matter would inevitably cause trouble, the old viewer looked at Sima Yuan, who was a little silent, and said to several people in his body: "I just observed this person with Dao thoughts, the glow behind his head is diffused, and the purple gas is thick, which is suspected of the luck of my Daomen, and looking at his whole body, the traces of the Demon Gate have long disappeared, and there will be no catastrophe for my dojo." ”

The old viewer waited for a moment, and suddenly heard a secret voice in his ears: "Since this is the case, then we might as well put on a black face, and the viewer will show kindness to show his grace!"

A person who seemed to be over half a hundred years old frowned slightly, and without waiting for the old master to answer, he said in a calm tone: "Senior brother, why don't you just kill this demon cub, why do you have to do so much?"

The old master replied indifferently: "Buddhists all pay attention to compassion, don't I have a benevolent heart in my Daomen?"

When the man heard this, he looked at the old viewer in some pretentious ways, stopped talking, and forcibly pressed down, and then fell silent and said no more, as if he was forcibly suppressed by the old viewer and was unwilling, but he couldn't help it.

The old viewer looked at Sima Yuan kindly, and said softly, "Let's go."

A few days later, in the main hall of Feiling Gate, two figures, an old man and a young man, sat opposite each other.

Surrounded by incense and mist, inhale the tip of the nose, suddenly feel comfortable and comfortable, quite a nourishing spirit and soul, sit down and the soft wicker weaves into the fairy spirit wood futon to come with a trace of cool air, refreshing people's hearts, the sound of the copper bell in the view spreads all over the four fields, the birdsong mountain is secluded, more and more quiet and abnormal.

Sima Yuan bowed down, bowed down and said, "Disciple, thank you for the grace of the Lord not to kill!"

The old watchman closed his eyes and breathed, but did not respond immediately, and after a long time, he sighed lightly and said, "Get up."

Sima Yuan got up and sat cross-legged, lowered his eyebrows, and heard Lao Guan say again: "But do you think a few division commanders are too ruthless?"

Sima Yuan was shocked, bowed his head and replied: "The disciple was originally a villager of Zhaoxian Village, and it was a great opportunity to be able to step on the Immortal Dao, and now he is satisfied with being able to practice in the Guan, how dare he be greedy and extravagant." The disciples do not resent the senior masters, not to mention that the master is magnanimous, regardless of the humble status of the kid, and is willing to take in the disciples, Sima Yuan is already grateful, and there is nothing else. ”

The old viewer looked at Sima Yuan fixedly, and after half a ring, he bowed his head slightly, and the atmosphere suddenly tended to ease.

Then he asked again, "Has my disciple left you anything?"

Sima Yuan said Muran: "Back to the Lord, that senior didn't leave anything, and died as if he had committed suicide. ”

The old watchman's eyelids were slightly sunken and he was silent.

Then the old man's arm was slightly raised, as if with a slight wave, and he spoke again in a surprising voice, saying: "Half a decade ago, Qingxia accepted you on behalf of the poor Dao, and from today on, you are my Feilingmen." ”

Sima Yuan's eyes disappeared in a trance in the blink of an eye, and when he suddenly heard this shocking news, he was suddenly a little shocked and surprised, and immediately bowed down again, and said respectfully in a trembling voice: "Disciple Sima Yuan greets the master!"

The old watchman smiled, helped Sima Yuan with one hand, and said with a smile on his beard with the other: "Okay, get up." ”

Sima Yuan's face looked happy, but his heart was like a cold cellar, cold to the bone.

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In the dark room, the moonlight was sparsely cut by the leaves, and the shadows shone on the earth, mottled, and the thin figure in the stone room stood at the door, with an expressionless face.

Months have passed since the conversation between the master and apprentice that day, but until now, Sima Yuan has become more and more frightened, and the more he thinks about it, the more afraid he becomes, and from time to time his back is soaked in cold sweat, and he is afraid again and again.

It is hard to imagine that the old man who is kind and kind in front of everyone will have such a hypocritical side, Sima Yuan vaguely remembers that as soon as he entered the main hall of the dojo, he would immediately have a feeling of drowsiness, his eyes were in a trance, and his spirit was uncertain, like a puppet.

Sima Yuan stretched out his left hand, and under the slight induction, he intuitively felt that an imperceptible Xuanmen spell was rooted in his arm, like a maggot attached to the bone, extremely difficult to get rid of, if it weren't for the mysterious power in his mind at that time, which had not completely dissipated, maybe he would not have known that the old Guan Lord, who seemed to be a kind elder, would be so insidious.

Knowing people and knowing faces but not hearts, Sima Yuan whispered in his heart, looking down at his hands, the expression on his face was blurred and obscure.

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