In front of the ruined ruins, a thin boy knelt behind the saint of Tongtian and cried: "Master, although our sect has been defeated, as long as the master is still there, we will have hope of a comeback, and please take care of the Holy Body." ”

The Tongtian Sage turned his back to the boy, and the originally majestic figure looked extremely lonely at the moment. He didn't answer the boy's words, just quietly looked at the ruined fairy island in front of him.

After a long time, the Tongtian Sage slowly spoke: "Poor Dao originally wanted to fight for a glimmer of life between heaven and earth for his disciples, but his supernatural powers were not as good as the number of days, and now only you and I are left in the Great Interception Sect. Boy, you said that your dead brothers and sisters would hate me. ”

"No, absolutely not. When we are ignorant, it is the master who protects us and tells us about the avenue. In our hearts, the master is like a master and a father, even if it is never ten thousand times, we will never hate the master. ”

The boy kneeling on the ground was already crying at this moment: "We only hate ourselves for being stupid and unable to learn one-ten-thousandth of the master's skills, and we can only see the master being bullied by several other saints." They are also shameless, so many people beat the master, if it weren't for this, how could the master be defeated. ”

Hearing the boy mention several other saints, a trace of disdain leaked from Tongtian's face: "Defeat is defeat, but pity your senior brothers and sisters for ten thousand years of penance for a while." Tong'er, you have been following the poor path for more than 70,000 years since you took shape, and today the poor road wants to officially accept you as a disciple, are you willing?"

"The disciple is willing, the disciple is willing. can be accepted by the teacher, and the disciples have no regrets. The boy who was kneeling on the ground kept prostrating to the heavens as he spoke.

The Tongtian Sage looked at the newly accepted disciple in front of him, and a long-lost smile leaked from the corner of his mouth: "You can't die anymore, you are now the only hope of my sect, you have to live well." After speaking, the Tongtian Sage pointed his finger at the boy, and a blue light and a sword qi flew out from the Tongtian Sage's fingertips and merged into the child's eyebrows.

"I've already passed on the Dafa to you, but unfortunately I don't have much time to teach you personally, so you have to rely on yourself to slowly understand it in the future. The magic weapons for the teacher have all been lost in the war, and now there are no treasures to give to you, just that sword qi will be left for you to use as a protective body. ”

"The disciple does not seek the magic weapon, but only wants to always accompany the teacher and listen to the teachings in the morning and evening. The boy probably knew that he was running out of time with Tongtian, and his crying became more and more sad.

"You are now the only disciple of my sect who can move around freely, and someone will secretly plot against you. For the sake of safety, the teacher will send you reincarnation to wash away the cause and effect, so that even if several saints join forces, they will not be able to deduce your heels. As a teacher, you don't have any other requirements for you, you just need to live well, and don't forget that you are my disciple. After Tongtian finished speaking, he didn't wait for the boy to reply, and with a wave of his sleeves, the boy's soul was thrown into reincarnation.

"The seeds have been planted, and I still need to finish that before I can feel at ease. The Heavenly Saint raised his eyes to the sky and thought in his heart, "You think you have won, how can I make you happy so easily." I went to see the teacher first to explain everything, and if the teacher was still partial to you, then I would have to resort to the last resort. Thinking of this, the Heavenly Saint flew straight to the Zixiao Palace thirty-three days away.

At this time, Lao Tzu and the primordial in the Kunlun Mountains were looking at a bronze mirror in front of them, and what was shown in the bronze mirror was the soul of the boy who was sent to the underworld through the sky.

Yuan Shi Tianzun opened his mouth and asked: "Senior brother, why do you and I join forces to calculate the future of the sect, and this soul will be revealed? Could it be that this is a chess piece buried in the sky?"

"If today's machine is chaotic, Poor Dao can't figure out what this soul has to do with the future of the sect. Lao Tzu replied slowly.

"I also asked my senior brother to use the Taiji diagram to help me cover up the heavenly opportunity, and I will kill this soul to prevent future troubles. ”

After Yuan Shi Tianzun finished speaking, he took out the Pangu flag, and after Lao Tzu used the Taiji diagram to cover the heavens, he sent out a black light to shatter the boy's soul.

Looking at the child's soul slowly disappearing in the mirror, the Primordial Tianzun put away the bronze mirror and Pangu Banner with a wave of his sleeves. "Senior brother, we will also go to Zixiao Palace to meet the teacher, so that the teacher will not be dissatisfied with us after listening to the words of Tongtian. ”

"Good," Lao Tzu slowly spit out a word, and then rode on the green ox and followed Tongtian towards Zixiao Palace. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Lao Tzu, who was sitting on the back of the green ox, looked back at the direction of the underworld thoughtfully. "That's it, only a remnant of soul remains. Even if he is reincarnated, he will not have memories of this life, and he will not be able to cultivate, so let him go. ”

Sensing that the sword qi he had given to his disciple was triggered, the Tongtian Saint who was already in the Zixiao Palace just smiled slightly and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

When the boy's soul was about to completely dissipate, the sword qi bestowed by the Tongtian Sage enveloped the boy's remnant soul and took him into the depths of the underworld to slowly recuperate, until he was reincarnated after 90,000 years. At the same time as the boy was reincarnated, a behemoth in the void also opened its eyes and jumped down, turning into a yellow light and jumping into reincarnation.

"Teacher, disciple doesn't want to leave you. Wang Xiaozhu, who was asleep, cried and shouted, and kicked the quilt off his body with both legs.

"The kid is dreaming again. A woman in the mountains looked tenderly at her son, who was not honest when he was sleeping. "I don't know what the baby dreams of, every time I cry and make trouble. The medicine Lang Zhong prescribed didn't work after taking so much. ”

Wang Xiaozhu was born in a small village surrounded by mountains in the north of the Han Kingdom, where the people were pure and the people lived a simple life of sunrise and sunset.

"Brother Zhu, don't beat me, my face is about to be beaten into a fat-headed fish. "The child who spoke was called Li Buffalo, and the name of the baby in the mountains was not so particular, and the name of Lai Ji was easy to feed.

"I'm sorry for myself if I don't beat you, who told Lao Tzu to squat in the pit and smash stones?" Wang Xiaozhu shouted as he chased Li Buffalo.

"Brother Zhu, I'm smashing birds, and I don't know you're squatting over there. ”

"Except for Lao Tzu's little brother, there are other birds, I think you did it on purpose. My mother gave me a new change of these pants today, and they were smashed by your kid and they were all. ”

A moment later, the two teenagers lay quietly on the grass by the river, one with bruised faces, blood oozing from his nose from time to time, and the corners of his mouth twitching and inhaling. The other had blades of grass in his mouth and looked at the sky in a pensive manner, and the wind that blew from time to time pressed down the grass and leaked out a snow-white ass.

"Why do I always dream of a Taoist person, who said a lot to me and I just can't remember. Buffalo, do you say that there are gods who give me a dream to accept me as an apprentice. Wang Xiaozhu asked Li Buffalo.

"Brother Zhu, I don't want to know if that Taoist is a fairy, I just want to know how to explain my face to my mother when I go home. The buffalo looked at his reflection in the water with a melancholy face.

"The old rule, you said you ran and fell. Xiao Zhu was still thinking about the dream he had been repeating, and replied absent-mindedly.

"Brother Zhu, my mother is not a stupid roe deer, she asked me why every time I fell and fought, my face fell to the ground first. The buffalo was full of grievances.

The wind blew, and the blood dripping from the buffalo's nose flew at a tilt of forty-five degrees to the northeast.

"Brother Zhu is windy, let's play in the water, see who has more. "Come and come, and lose as a horse." Xiao Zhu stood up in high spirits. The little brother swayed in the wind, and the wind was stronger.

"Haha, buffalo, you lost. Come and be a horse for General Ben. Wang Xiaozhu was excited.

"Why, I'm trying hard. The buffalo came over dejectedly, "Can the general put on his pants and ride again, whose general is riding bare-chested?" ”

"Where's my pants?" buffalo, where are you going to put them after washing?" "Ah? "The grass is still there, the pants are gone.

The children in the countryside are skillful, and after a while, they will weave an apron with leaves and wear it on their bodies, so they can't go home naked. Of course, it would be better if there were no caterpillars on the leaves.

"Oops, oops, this caterpillar sting hurts and itches. Wang Xiaozhu looked at the swollen and translucent little brother in pain, wondering if he would be able to pee tomorrow with this virtue. Thinking about it, Wang Xiaozhu hugged the big yellow dog and fell asleep.

This big yellow dog came to the house by himself when Xiaozhu was three years old, and it is strange that no one paid attention to this big yellow dog after he came, but he bit Xiaozhu's butt and ran around with the iron pillar every day. Once Xiaozhu fell into the river and was pulled ashore by this big yellow dog.

"Forget it, isn't it just that the child is still young, just lose a pair of pants, get up early, cut more wattles in the past few days, weave a few more baskets to sell in the town, and change a new pair of pants for the child in half a month" Wang Xiaozhu's mother thought to herself.

Accompanied by the crowing of chickens, the smoke of cooking from every household wafts over this small mountain village, harmonious and quiet.

The men of the village got up earlier than the rooster and went to work in the fields before dawn. Wang Xiaozhu looked at his swollen and translucent brother helplessly, "This caterpillar is too lacking in morality, and it specializes in biting here." ”

There is an old gentleman in the village who runs a private school, and he doesn't collect money from the children in the village for teaching, so whoever wants to go will listen. Of course, classes are not held every day, and when the old gentleman wants to give a lecture, he will ask Bo Tsai to hang a wooden sign at the door of the private school as early as possible, and the people in the village who see the wooden sign will go door-to-door to notify them. Because today their baby can read and write again, learn how to get out of this mountain in the future, and don't have to work so hard all your life.

Bo Tsai is a child picked up by the old gentleman, and it is said that both parents died, and he is also a poor man.

The people of the northern country are very respectful of the readers, and the people who can read and write are big people in the eyes of the simple mountain people, and you don't see the new boy in the village because of his literacy and was favored by the town's staff to be a son-in-law, and since then his family wants to eat grain and eat grain, and wants to eat potatoes and eat potatoes, which is very powerful!

Wang Xiaozhu likes to go to the old gentleman to study, if nothing else, but he likes to listen to the old man tell all kinds of stories outside the mountain: the general who fights on horseback, the hero who fights against violence and peace, of course, Wang Xiaozhu's favorite is the fairy flying around that the old gentleman talked about, and all kinds of monsters fighting with the immortals.

"Brother Zhu, go and listen to the story. The buffalo's humble voice came. "It's coming, it's coming, it's urging something. "Mother, I'm going to study. Xiaozhu rushed out of the house with a big yellow dog wind.

I don't know if the gentleman is old or on purpose. In short, his voice was not loud when he told the story, and Wang Xiaozhu had to work very hard to hear it clearly, so it was important to go early to occupy a front row seat.

When the two brothers Wang Xiaozhu and Li Buffalo went to the private school, Bo Tsai was cleaning the yard, and the children in the whole village were the cleanest, wearing a light cyan robe with gray cloth soft shoes, plus the dust that flew up when sweeping the floor, it looked like a fairy among the people.

According to the old man, the robe that Bo Tsai wears is called the Taoist robe, which is the clothes that the gods usually wear. Wang Xiaozhu also once pestered his mother to want the same set. After Xiaozhu's efforts for a long time, his mother agreed, but Xiaozhu's father vetoed it: the reason was that it was easy to get when wearing this kind of clothes to squatting in the pit.