About fifteen years later, an ordinary blue-robed boy carrying a simple stone sword on his back stepped on Daxiong Mountain and came to the Golden Cicada Temple. Seeing a sweep of the old monk asked;

Master, is there an immortal master preaching here?

The old monk preached the Dharma and said:

There is nothing in the end, and there can be something out of nothing. This is the pure land of Buddhism, and the cultivation is the method of pure self-cultivation. You'd better leave, the Buddha hasn't arrived yet.

This is the second time that Yi Feng has been rejected by the Immortal Cultivation Sect. Last year, Yi Feng was also turned away from going to Qingfeng Valley. Qingfeng Valley is famous for its wood-based exercises, and it cultivates immortals in the state. Ironically, Yi Feng was found to have no Wood Spirit Root.

alas

Yi Feng sighed, but he had to cultivate immortals. He asked the old monk about the geographical location of other immortal cultivation sects. The old monk preached the Dharma again:

Amitabha, donor, forgive the old man for being outspoken. Your Buddha fate has not yet arrived, and there is no immortal fate. Do you know that you are a person without spiritual roots, and if you learn the five systems of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, you will get twice the result with half the effort, and the bottleneck will be greater. I am a Buddha with mercy, even if someone is willing to help you with elixirs and spiritual veins. With your qualifications without a spiritual root, at most you can cultivate to the late stage of foundation building, it is absolutely impossible to advance another half point in your life.

Yifeng Road:

Master, you already know that my qualifications are mediocre, but you don't know that I have a deep blood feud. With my mortal body, even if I have learned the secret secrets of secular martial arts for twenty years, it is impossible for me to have the ability to find that enemy. I can only cultivate immortals and beg the master to save me.

The old monk said:

When is the time for retribution? Your Buddha fate has not arrived, it is not that you have no fate with my Buddha. That's it, you better go back to the Ancient Sword Gate of Yishan. The conditions for recruiting disciples there are already very low, so maybe you can do what you want.

Yi Feng thanked the master. Another half a year to travel to Xuzhou Yishan, to find the ancient sword gate. The ancient sword sect is a line of sword cultivation, but it is a collection of hundreds of schools. Thousands of years ago, Xuzhou was the dominant family of the ancient sword gate, but now it is weak and unable to compete in the Central Plains, and there is a possibility of extinguishing the inheritance of the incense of the master at any time. The head of the sect has no end to the long way, worked hard, cultivated penance to the later stage of the Dan, a body of magic and Taoism is mysterious and abnormal, and has saved the sect in danger several times, and has won the trust of all the disciples in the sect. As the saying goes, there is a will, and there is no power to return to the sky. In the past few hundred years, a large number of disciples have been recruited, and they have carefully taught the whole sect, and they are willing to be worthy of the foundation left by the ancestors.

Yi Feng was originally a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, but because he was not measured to be a natural spirit body, he learned spells, but to no avail, and was persuaded to retreat by the Ancient Sword Sect. Yi Feng was naturally reluctant to leave this time, and he would kneel outside the Great Array of the Ancient Sword Sect for two hours every day, hoping that he could move the cultivator and teach him.

One day, it rained heavily, and it was in the afternoon, two immortal cultivators, an old man and a young man, walked to the outside of the ancient sword sect guardian array. Yi Feng took a closer look, the prime man with a square head and a broad face, dragon eyebrows and sword eyes, was very extraordinary. The young man was dressed in a purple robe, and his eyebrows were disdainful of everything. The two of them walked with their swords on their backs, and when they arrived at Yifeng, the strong man said:

Why did the boy kneel here?

Yifeng Road:

There is no way to seek a teacher!

The strong man said again:

The sword-bearer is not afraid of life and death, and the sword-bearer does not kneel to heaven and earth. You are weak.

After the young man finished speaking, he said to the purple-robed young man behind him:

Dongchen, let's go.

The young man started to leave, and when he turned around, he saw Yi Feng and said:

Sword Flow, Dongchen.

Jianliu, Dongchen?Probably the name of this young man, Yi Feng pondered. The rain was pouring down, but it was not to wet their clothes.

About the time of the three pillars of incense, a large group of immortal cultivators, surrounded by the prime of life and the young man, a green robe and a thin Taoist chief said to the young man:

Xisu Daoyou, I appreciate your kindness. Now although my ancient sword sect is at the end of the road, I still have more than enough power to protect myself. You and I have been friends for 800 years, farewell here, I don't know when we will meet again, take care.

The two visiting sword streamers took the fairy sword behind them and left.

The green-robed Taoist was about to turn around and return to the formation, when he suddenly saw a young man kneeling in the rain and looking at himself. Before the guards could tell the truth, he only said:

At sunrise, he was accepted as a disciple of the deacon.

The north wind blew and the rain went away at dusk, and the peaks were thin and out of the clouds. After a heavy rain, the scenery in the mountains is cloudy and mist-shrouded, like a fairyland. The last rays of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone directly on Yi Feng's resolute face, and those eyes seemed to see unprecedented light.