Under the conditioning of Elder Huang of the Dan Pharmacy, Yi Feng's body finally gradually recovered, and at this time, Yi Feng began to study the blood taken out of the corpse of the blue-eyed centipede in his own meditation room in the male disciple's courtyard, thinking to himself, how could he use it to practice the Blood Spirit Pill. This involves alchemy, and it is not as easy as it thinks. He was calculating how to obtain the alchemy furnace for refining the blood elixir and the rest of the auxiliary elixirs, the more difficult ones were the black heart fruit and the clover. As he was thinking, a transmission talisman flew into the room and he caught it between his fingers. He used his divine sense to inspect, and Elder Xu said:

The disciples of the Hongzi generation of the ancient sword sect invited them to come to the transmission room to take classes.

So, Yi Feng and Feng Chengcheng came to the transmission room together and sat down, and Elder Xu taught the mutual restraint between the various spells this time. After he finished teaching the course, he instructed Yi Fengdao:

Your junior brother Duan is almost recuperating in the medicine garden, you go and pick him up."

Yifeng Road:

Why should Uncle Shi be so troublesome, it is better to send a message to him and let him come back in person.

Elder Xu said:

I have transmitted the sound many times, but he just doesn't return, telling me how to be good. You know that, too. Uncle Qingluan's medicine garden, how dare I go alone. I heard that you have a good relationship with the girl in the red sleeves, so I asked you.

Yi Feng nodded in agreement. He and Elder Xu walked together on the way to leave the transmission room. He had a question that he had not been able to figure out, so he said to Elder Xu:

Uncle Shi, I would like to ask you one thing.

Elder Xu said:

But it doesn't hurt to say that.

Yifeng Road:

Cultivation, cultivation, what is the way, and what is the way?

Elder Xu was very pleased, he didn't expect that the ordinary young man in front of him would be able to think of such a level of problem at such a rudimentary stage of immortal cultivation. He said:

The Tao is all-encompassing. Different immortal cultivators have different understandings of the Dao, and in ancient times, from the powerful to the disciples of the Qi cultivation period, they often held conferences on the Dao, but they also failed to interpret the "Dao" exhaustively. For you, I'll give you an example, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are mutually reinforcing, this is the law. How to regenerate and restrain each other? This is the way. The so-called Tao is the way to grasp the laws and laws, and the so-called cultivation is the process of constantly trying to explore and explore the ways of the laws and laws.

Seeing that Yi Feng was still thinking, Elder Xu gently patted him on the shoulder and was afraid that he would take a step first. Yi Feng pondered the "Dao" in place for a while, and then came to the medicine garden of the Ancient Sword Gate according to Elder Xu's request. He remembered that this place should have been an empty meadow before, but there were three more bamboo courtyards that were adjacent to each other.

As soon as he walked up, Ma Xiaoqian came out of the bamboo courtyard on the right and said:

Why is Senior Brother Yi Feng here? Senior Sister Red Sleeves is in retreat.

Yifeng Road:

I'm here to take Senior Brother Duan away, and I heard that he is almost recovering from his injuries.

Ma Xiaoqian said:

Then it's really unfortunate that you came, he and Li and Song went to Master Qingluan's library with their two junior sisters.

Only then did Yi Feng know that these three female cultivators had been accepted as registered disciples by Master Qingluan. They call themselves senior brothers, and they also call Qingluan their ancestors, and the more rational the relationship between these generations, the more chaotic they become. Ma Xiaoqian led Yi Feng to the library pavilion, which was hidden in a cave. After Duan Yunpeng suffered a lot of pain in Qingzhuling, through his own experience, he knew that the most powerful and domineering person in the world was to use poison. He decided that he would become a person who was feared just by hearing his name like the Hundred Poison Saint Monarch in the future, and he was looking for everything about "poison" in the library pavilion, but Song Jia was extremely interested in spirit runes.

After Yi Feng and Duan Yunpeng entered, after the five of them sat together, Yi Feng said:

Senior Brother Duan, Elder Xu asked me to take you back to the Disciple's Academy.

Duan Yunpeng shifted his attention from the spirit bead to Yi Feng, as the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, he also knows this truth, it seems that everyone has given up on his cultivation, and when he comes into contact with "poison", a flame has never burned in his heart, thinking that he has a bright future. He smiled at Yi Feng and said:

Senior brother, you can accept me as a junior brother.

Yi Feng didn't know what trick he was playing, Duan Yunpeng said again:

How can a person like you not even have a little brother to drive? If you don't agree, I won't leave here.

Yi Feng can't do anything about him, as long as he can coax him to go back and complete Elder Xu's explanation, let's make trouble with him. Duan Yunpeng took out a knife, cut his left palm so that the blood flowed, and cut Yi Feng's left palm, and then clasped each other, implying that from now on, the blood is connected, and the love is stronger than gold. He knelt on the ground again and let Yi Feng learn from him to swear together, and he said:

From now on, he is my eldest brother, and I am his younger brother.

Yi Feng had no choice but to kneel down and learn from him:

From now on, he is my eldest brother, and I am his younger brother.

Hearing that Yi Feng was so naughty, the three female cultivators only repeated his original words, and began to laugh at Duan Yunpeng, like him, who often jokes and plays tricks on people, once he gets serious, who will believe it. Yi Feng patted the dust on his green robe and said to his junior brother:

Okay, can you go back with me?

Duan Yunpeng didn't say a word, he still knelt on the ground, staring at Yi Feng with his eyes straight away, his face was solemn and serious, and he didn't seem to care about the ridicule of the three people at all.

Yifeng Road:

Are you serious?!

Duan Yunpeng nodded solemnly.

Yifeng Road:

Well, I apologize for the perfunctory way I just addressed you.

So he fell to his knees again and swore anew:

From now on, he is my little brother, I am his eldest brother, if he does not leave me, I will not abandon him.

They helped each other to get up, and Duan Yunpeng said:

Brother Yi Feng.

Yifeng Road:

Brother Yun Peng.

The four eyes look at each other, and the base is full of emotion. This paragraph was later considered by Duan Yunpeng to be touching and tearful, but it was disgusting that the three female cultivators present at the time wanted to vomit, sure enough, the slut is hypocritical!

They started to leave, and Yi Feng's afterglow swept to a portrait hanging in the corner, and the person on the portrait was very familiar, so he took a closer look.

Song Jiadao:

Do you know the person on this painting?

This is a self-portrait of Yun Youzi in his early years, with a poem inscribed on it:

The rivers and lakes with the sword face the wind and rain, and the white bones are like mountain birds. It's easy to leave people at a young age, but I sighed that I was already confused.

Yifeng Road:

This is the Yunyouzi senior in the ancestral hall.

As soon as these words came out, a gust of wind passed, and Qingluan appeared in front of Yi Feng and said to him:

You come with me.

So, Yi Feng hurriedly instructed Duan Yunpeng to go back first and follow his ancestor out.

Qingluan asked Yifeng:

How did you meet him?

Yifeng Road:

The disciple violated the door rules several times, was punished to the ancestral hall to think about it, and met the predecessors of Yunyouzi.

Qingluan Road:

Oh, I see. How about you do something for me, and I made you a wish?

Yifeng Road:

Master, please speak.

Qingluan took off a piece of jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Yi Fengdao:

You bring it to the ancestral hall and give it to him, and say that I will make an appointment for him to meet him at the old place tonight. If a fourth person knows, I will kill you and use your corpse as fertilizer for the medicine garden. Hehe, but you don't have to be afraid, just use a snack, go ahead.

Yi Feng came to the ancestral hall of the ancient sword gate again. Yun Youzi had promised to give Yi Feng a pair of words, and when he saw Yi Feng coming, he led him to the table, on which paper and ink had already been arranged. He dipped his pen in ink, and wrote on the paper:

Where the water is poor, wait for the clouds to rise, and look for a smooth road next to the cliff.

Yi Feng looked at it and asked suspiciously:

Senior, what does this mean?

Yunyouzi Road:

Have you ever heard of "Linggua"?

Yifeng Road:

I've heard of it. However, this kind of unpredictable spell seems to be practiced by very few people. I only heard that the pure space Zen master of the Golden Cicada Temple is very accurate, could it be that the predecessors will also?

Yunyouzi Road:

Know a little bit about it. I calculated a few hexagrams for you, and what I promised you is completed, as for the literal meaning, you can figure it out slowly, some things can only be understood, not spoken. Oh, let's say, what kind of sin did you commit this time?

Yi Feng took out the jade pendant and gave it to him:

Master Qingluan asks you to meet you in the old place tonight.

The jade pendant seemed to make Yun Youzi think of a lot of past events, and he became silent after taking it, just waved his hand to let Yi Feng leave.

After Yi Feng left with calligraphy and paintings, Yun Youzi sat on the futon and looked at the jade pendant for a long time.

At night, in a stream far away from the ancient sword gate, Yun Youzi stood alone on the small stone bridge, the breeze blew, puffed up his sleeves, and in the distance above the flat forest, a full moon threw his back into the water, and the stream flowed hurriedly as if it was the past. He faced the west wind like this, his sideburns fluttering, and the jade pendant was tied around his waist.