Looking at the back of the sixth uncle leaving in a hurry, Su Wenlie clenched the purse in his hand.

"Go in and change your clothes, and I'll be waiting for you outside. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Su Wenlie carefully let go of Shizun's arm, and seeing that Shizun didn't look like he was standing in place, he hurriedly turned around and entered the cave, ripped off all the rags on his body, picked up an inner lining and a cyan cotton robe that had been baked by the sixth uncle and put them on his body, stuffed the purse into his arms, and his heart was warm.

After looking around again, he walked out of the cave.

Shizun saw him walk out and nodded.

"Let's go to the pond. ”

Su Wenlie hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Shizun's arm and led him towards the waterhole.

It turns out that the name of the master is called the Folding Wind Daoren, I don't know what kind of meaning it is.

The little lark above his head, which had been silent, slowly fell and flew in front of Su Wenlie, as if leading the way.

"I didn't expect this little lark to be contaminated with some aura, but it is so spiritual, so let's take it on the road with me. ”

The people of the Folding Wind Dao walked slowly, and when they saw that the little lark was always following Su Wenlie's left and right, they moved their minds to take it with them.

"Master, what is the origin of this lark, and what does it mean to be contaminated with aura?"

Su Wenlie has always wanted to ask Shizun about this question, but he has never found a chance, and today he finally gave him a chance to ask.

"When you get to the waterhole, I'll tell you again. ”

Finding that Shizun had no intention of continuing for the time being, Su Wenlie didn't say anything more, and the two walked quietly all the way to the waterhole.

The people of the Folding Wind Road sat on the gravel beach, looking at this waterhole with some distraction.

Su Wenlie didn't say anything beside him, beckoning to the little lark, it really flew over, landed on his arm, and quietly combed his feathers.

A person and a bird are quietly waiting for the master on the side.

After sitting for a long time, his body was a little stiff, and the man slowly stretched out his arms upward, and suddenly fell towards the pebble beach behind him.

"Master!"

Su Wenlie, who screamed in surprise, hurriedly jumped up, ran over, knelt beside his master with a pop, and splashed a piece of stone and scattered out.

But I saw Shizun lying on the ground, smiling proudly, and the trembling wrinkles were like twists in a frying pot.

"Master, what are you?"

This time, Su Wenlie's liver trembled, but he found that it was just a prank by the master, and he was really a little crying and laughing.

"As a teacher, I just think that years of cultivation are so boring, and it's quite interesting to have a little ground occasionally. ”

Su Wenlie nodded helplessly, his master was right in front of him.

As a young monk who had just cultivated for six days, he was not qualified to say that cultivation was dry.

"Ah, just lie down and talk. As the head of the house, I have been strained for more than 100 years for the sake of my image, but I didn't expect to put everything down like this, and then lie down and rest happily, which is really comfortable. ”

The people of the Folding Wind Road even closed their eyes, enjoying the peace that they never loved enough.

But the slightly closed eyes opened quickly, and the man of the Wind Folding Dao spoke again.

"There is nothing special about this little lark in itself, its special is created by the environment in which it lives. ”

As if hearing the master talking about himself, the little lark squatted quietly on Su Wenlie's shoulder and combed his feathers, and suddenly raised his head to look at the master, tilting his head slightly and not moving.

It seems to be interested in its origins.

"Under the arrangement of the teacher for several years, there will be no bird's nest and beast's nest here, and it should be a lark egg left here. ”

"It's been impregnated with spiritual energy in the lark's nest for several years, or its nest is built on a plant that is good at absorbing spiritual power. When the aura reaches a certain level, it will hatch on its own. There are many precedents for this kind of thing, but I have never heard of it being as spiritual. ”

"Actually, I think that it sticks to you so much, maybe because you are the first living creature it has seen since it hatched. Demon cultivators domesticate eggs and give birth to demon beasts before the demon beasts hatch, so that the first thing the demon beasts see from hatching and birth is themselves, which is also the reason. ”

Su Wenlie listened to Shizun's narration in surprise, and suddenly his face turned red, and he snorted: "Then, does that mean that this little lark has regarded me as its lark father?"

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, yes, guess for the teacher, there is only this possibility left. ”

It was rare for the people of the Wind Folding Road to raise their heads and laugh regardless of their demeanor.

Seeing that Shizun could smile so happily made Wen Lie feel a little relieved.

Perhaps, while the master is happy now, ask him about his physical condition, and the master will not be so sad?

"Master, can you tell your disciple about your injuries? ”

Su Wenlie also simply sat cross-legged beside Shizun, looking at Shizun's face a little nervously.

"Alas, although the teacher does not want to talk about this topic, it is inevitable. ”

"You have also seen that the demeanor of a cultivator before the teacher has disappeared without a trace, this is because the cultivation of the teacher has dissipated, in other words, the teacher is just a bad old man now, and he has no exercises and abilities. ”

When Su Wenlie heard this, his eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

"Master, how can this be?!"

Master is in his eyes, but how could an existence that needs to be looked up to all the time suddenly lose his cultivation?

"The world is impermanent, both for mortals and for monks. Wen Lie, I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you to practice anymore as a teacher in the future, but you still have to work hard to cultivate......"

Su Wenlie changed his sitting to kneeling, held his master's arm, and said in a deep voice: "No, master, you are my master for one day, and you will be my master for life." This has not changed since the time you taught me the exercises, and no matter what you do in the future, the disciples will serve you. You may wish to tell the disciple what kind of state you are in now. What if the apprentice succeeds in cultivating in the future, or what treasures can he get by chance, just so that the master can be restored?"

"Hehe, if you have this heart, you will be very content as a teacher. It's just that this is the life of the teacher, the young man didn't listen to the old man, and as a result, he struggled for the sect for a lifetime, and he would have nothing at the end of his life. Simply, it doesn't hurt to tell you, what is in the teacher is the most terrifying poison in the cultivation realm: the annihilation of demons is scattered, and the following tribulations will inevitably be cultivated, and the above tribulations will be lowered to the lower level and the worst will fall into the realm. ”

"I have lived for more than 300 years, and I have never heard of this poison as a cure. But it doesn't matter anymore, I thought about it for the teacher last night for a long time and figured it out, people often say that the world is impermanent, and it is said that everything has a fixed number, and the teacher is now completely lost, and it is destined to be destined to be the teacher to unload the burden of the sect. It's easy to think about it. ”

"Master, are you resigned to your fate?"

Su Wenlie looked at his master in disbelief, the image of the immortal who had once soared into the sky was being shattered. At this moment, he wished that he could call out the Heaven Slayer Senior and ask him if he knew what way to restore his master's cultivation.

The people of the Folding Wind Dao just looked at him, and their eyes were full of vicissitudes.

"But the futile child is unwilling to accept his fate, even if this fate is already doomed, I don't want to continue according to the path set by God, the futile child wants to fight, and he wants to set his own life. ”

Suddenly, he felt that his apprentice had some momentum, especially when he raised two clenched fists, and the momentum of giving up who else he had had the appearance of his father. Thinking of this, the people of the Folding Wind Road couldn't help but nod and laugh with satisfaction.

"Okay, that's good, if only I had your courage as a teacher. ”

stretched out his dry palm and patted Su Wenlie's knee casually.

"Okay, okay, don't kneel, I have something for you. ”

Su Wenlie got up as he said, sat on the side, and looked at Shizun curiously.

I saw that the Folding Wind Dao man took it out in his arms, but he took out a brocade bag, sat up, and handed it to his hand.

"Fortunately, I prepared this bag for the teacher to give to you in advance, otherwise what the teacher wants to give you now, without spiritual power, even the teacher himself can't take it out. ”

"This is called the Sky Devouring Bag, it is a relatively rare space magic weapon, which can hold objects five feet square, and the reason why it is strange is because it does not require the spiritual power of a monk. ”

"In ancient times, there was a demon beast called the Sky Devouring Silkworm, which liked to suck human blood, but the cocoon it made was a space of its own, so there were monks who refined the Sky Devouring Silkworm together with its cocoon, and then peeled the cocoon into silk after refining, and finally made such a strange treasure. ”

"It only requires the user to infiltrate it with blood to open its inner space, and when the blood is absorbed, it will automatically close. Therefore, it is often used by monks to trade with mortals. ”

Listening to what the master said was so strange, Su Wenlie curiously took this bag and looked it up and down, but he couldn't see any difference from the ordinary bag in appearance.

"The things that the teacher gave you are in this bag, and they were all taken from the hand master of Gu Jiang Han. You smear some blood on this bag and let it open the gap and you can take it out. ”

The Folding Wind Daoist sat quietly on the ground, looking at his disciple's extremely curious appearance, but did not speak.

Seeing that the master was no longer talking, Su Wenlie knew that there was nothing else to pay attention to in this bag, so he stretched out the index finger of his right hand to his mouth, bit a little skin with his teeth, and squeezed out a trace of blood and smeared it on the bag in his left hand.

I saw that this bag opened a large mouth like lightning, and then the whole bag squirmed, and the blood on the surface was slowly penetrating into the inside of the bag.

"Don't be stunned, reach in and get it. ”

Seeing that Su Wenlie was stunned in place but didn't make any moves, the people of the Wind Folding Dao couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh, oh. ”

Su Wenlie, who was just a little surprised, was reminded by Shizun, hurriedly put his hand into the brocade bag, and quickly drew a circle, but touched two things on the edge of the big mouth of the brocade, which felt like a square stone and a soft silk fabric.

Su Wenlie quickly took out both things, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the bag in his left hand had also been restored to its original state.

In his right hand, he held a small seal, on which a demon beast was depicted, looking like the legendary Dijiang, but Su Wenlie, who had never seen it, did not dare to confirm it. The other looked like a short gown made of gold silk, but it barely weighed in the hand, but I didn't know what material it was made of.

Su Wenlie turned his head to look at Shizun, and the Wind Folding Daoist was also looking at him.