I don't know how long it took, Aoshuang woke up from his dream. Before I opened my eyes, I smelled a strong smell of medicine. He staggered to his feet, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and things around him became clearer.

"Where am I?" he looked around blankly, like a bedroom, small and poorly furnished.

Aoshuang poked his feet out of the shabby quilt, and as soon as he touched the ground, he felt the sky spin and fell to the ground with a bang. He used his strength to lift his spirit, and was shocked to realize that there was no sign of the flow of spiritual power in his body, and he didn't know what was wrong. In order to find out the truth, he slowly moved out by holding on to the wall.

Out of the door was another small room, with several wooden cabinets leaning against the walls, densely packed with partitions, and covered with all kinds of medicinal stones. Not far away there was a clay pot on the stove, which was steaming at the moment, and it was from this that the smell of medicine came from.

Suddenly, a white shadow rushed into the house, frightening him to clench his hands and urge the mana to protect himself, but it was still in vain. The white shadow rushed forward and hugged Aoshuang tightly, no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

He secretly said in his heart: "This guy is so tall, my body is only up to his chest!"

"Yang'er, you're finally awake!" the other party stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears.

"What do you call me?" said Aoshuang, surprised.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and his wrist was already held by the other party. This surprise is not small, and I can't break free even if I try my best. Fortunately, the other party has no malicious intent, just a pulse. At this moment, it became clear that the other party was a middle-aged monk dressed in white.

He swept his arm with his peripheral light, and was really startled, pale and slender like a hemp rod. Only then did he react, it was not that the other party was tall, but that he had become smaller, and this was actually the body of a teenager. Unable to accept the reality, Aoshuang suddenly struggled to go to the water tank to see what was going on.

Although the white-clothed monk was sobbing, his hand was not slow, and he gently slapped his palm on his forehead, and he was completely unable to move.

"Immobilization, use this pediatric spell against me!" his eyes widened angrily, but he couldn't do anything.

"The pulse is stable, but why is it confused? Thinking of this, the other party began to cry again, ignoring the white eyes of Aoshuang, and tears and snot flowed all over him.

I don't know what this young man has done, he is stared at by strange eyes every day when he goes out, and then he whispers, saying "more stupid!" Just like his master!" and other confusing words. This made Ao Shuang very angry, often turned around and glared at everyone, and made some strange movements. This time, there is another half-crazy "nickname".

Fortunately, he has figured out the ins and outs. It turned out that his immortal body had been destroyed, and only his soul fell into the mortal world that day, and it happened that this young man was stunned by a falling stone in order to save his master, and the three souls and seven spirits fell into the nine shadows. Fortunately, a complete shell was left behind, so that Aoshuang was saved from falling into the kennel next to him......

Not far away is a lonely peak full of mountains and greenery, and the top is covered with snow all the year round, which is really a fairyland on earth. The stone bed that was formed one day last day, Aoshuang has been lying here for the past few days, sometimes looking at the sky angrily, sometimes scolding. The master was afraid that he would have an accident, so he secretly hid behind the boulder, and was so hurt by the madness of his apprentice that he often suddenly cried loudly, so frightened that Ao Shuang probed several laps on the peak like a grinder at a time.

Although his anger is irrepressible, he still has a fun on weekdays, which is to overlook the grand scene of the first sect in the world. Xianxia Sect is located at the northern end of Kyushu and has lasted for thousands of years. It has two ridges and one peak, covering a wide area. There are many pavilions and pavilions in the sect like stars, and they are shrouded in purple glow in the morning and dusk, so they get their name. The door is extremely wide and talented, and there is a figure like Yuding Zhenren who shocks the past and the present, guarding the Demon Suppression Peak of the Forbidden Demon King for generations.

When Aoshuang first saw him, he returned to the fairy world in a trance, which was more shocking than looking at it from afar. Who knew that the next troublesome thing made him even more "shocked".

His master's name is Xiao Yi, who is the younger brother of the current sect master, and it is said that he should be a highly respected person. Unexpectedly, he has been obsessed with medical skills for half his life, and his Taoist practice is not as good as that of four generations of disciples, and he is an object of ridicule on weekdays.

This apprentice is even more "promising", and was adopted by Xiao Yi at the age of two and named Xiao Yang. Since he was a child, he has been weak and sickly, and now he is fifteen years old, he is still as thin as a hemp pole, and he has no strength to tie a chicken, and he has not even completed the forging body, so he is not qualified to practice at all. The two are collectively known as "rice bucket master and apprentice" in the sect.

Ao Shuang had a headache, but he didn't care very much, it was a miracle to be resurrected again, and besides, his primordial spirit was immortal, and all the cultivation methods were imprinted on the soul, and in time he would definitely make a comeback. In order to better survive and practice, I had to bury the name of Aoshuang in my heart and stand in the world again in the name of Xiao Yang.

It is not easy to be a human being, and it is even more difficult to be an inferior person. This Xiao Yang's roots and bones are not good, and no one is willing to teach him Taoism, so he can only come to the side courtyard to help, chopping firewood, carrying water, and feeding livestock all day long. As an immortal, he has suffered such grievances and often slacks off.

The head manager of the clinker was bitter and mean, but he also had some mana, and taught Xiao Yang a lesson as if it were commonplace, so that he understood what the truth of "the tiger fell on the plain and was bullied by dogs", so he had to grit his teeth and endure it, work during the day, and practice on the peak in the dead of night.

He used the divine breath Dafa to impact the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, but unexpectedly, the qualifications of this body were too poor, and the meridian and veins were like using water drop stones, and Rao was a top-grade immortal method could not do anything.

"I'm a wise man, and I'm attached to such a fool! I have to find some elixir to help, otherwise it won't help to die of exhaustion. He said to himself.

Suddenly, the night sky brightened as brightly as day. Xiao Yang immediately hid behind the boulder. Peeked in, but saw the fairy bird body bathed in treasure light and flew together, and the strange beast stepped on the floating clouds, pulling the gorgeous car to follow closely behind. At this moment, there was a sudden vibration under my feet. The red-eyed trolls were several feet tall and slowly moved forward with a bamboo basket on their backs, and a group of giant beasts such as bulls, tigers, and lions rushed forward. The weirdest thing is that a black sedan chair floats in the air, and the four sedan chair drivers are all dressed in black and hats, and the black gas is entwined under them.

The sleeping Xianxia Sect was immediately brightly lit, and it was even more magnificent at night. Xiao Yang was curious, and quickly went down the mountain and went straight to the middle courtyard. There was no one to stop him along the way, and he only ran to the bottom of the high wall after sweating like rain.

He didn't care about breathing, and struggled to climb a sycamore, and his vision suddenly brightened. But I saw that in the courtyard, on the courtyard wall and in mid-air, there were disciples in the sect, each holding weapons and magic weapons. Those monsters and fairy beasts stopped in the Spirit Riding Garden, and more than a dozen figures walked out of it, and the first few people were all immortal wind bones, and the air was magnificent, and the middle one was quite funny, with a lion head and a tiger brain, but they stood like a human, and they were gorgeously dressed and quite majestic. Then there were three red-eyed goblins, constantly stuffing something into their mouths. At the back were the black-clad oddities, surrounded by a slightly shorter companion, walking like flying without moving under their feet.

"All fellow Daoists are here, this is polite!" Sect Master Lu Ling laughed loudly.

The first old man was dressed in a pale gold robe, and with a slight wave of dust in his hand, he saw a little starlight passing by. He replied: "Xianxia is becoming more and more prosperous under the rule of Sect Lu, and it is worthy of being the first sect in the world!"

"Hehe, Brother Tongxuan Dao has won the award, and I have prepared as instructed. Today, the six great sects are gathered in our place, which is really full of brilliance, so please come with me. ”

He took out a simple jade slip and held it high above his head, only to see the dazzling purple light shining on the wall, and the secret door was suddenly revealed, and there were no caves in the pavilions and pavilions inside. Once everyone had entered, the secret door was gone.

Seeing that there was nothing to see, he leaned back and took a nap. The thick trunk of the tree happened to drag the body, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, he suddenly felt his body tremble, and the mountain shook in a moment, Xiao Yang used his strength to hug the trunk.

The middle courtyard suddenly brightened up in mid-air, and there was a loud sound like cracking. The space where the sect master and the others were located was torn open a big hole, and there were thousands of disciples in it swinging their swords and setting up formations, or forming a seven-star Beidou or Jackie Chan soaring for nine heavens. Xiao Yang was secretly surprised, although this level could not catch up with the immortal realm, it was also amazingly powerful. Then all the swords turned into ten thousand white lights and converged in the center.

The masters of the six sects sat in the array, and the colored divine stones were sacrificed on the top of their heads, with a total of six colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. I don't know who flew out of a blue stone, and in an instant, seven colors of auspicious light flashed. Huangshi was the largest, and the other six rotated rapidly around it, and two golden light wheels appeared around it, soaring into the air, rushing to the north with a momentum of ten thousand jun.

The chief of the Xuandao Dao sacrificed to whisk the dust, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the size of a few zhang, carrying six people to chase the divine stone. All the disciples returned their swords to the sheath, and they all closed their eyes and meditated, which was obviously extremely spiritual energy. The spatial rift slowly healed, and he returned to the courtyard scene.

Such a great momentum aroused Xiao Yang's determination to practice. He hugged the trunk of the tree and slid down, but he had just exerted too much force, his arms were weak, and he fell down without paying attention.

He landed on his back and fell straight to the stars. Fortunately, it was not high, and it was not injured.

Xiao Yang grinned and got up, immediately annoyed. How could he have ever been in such a predicament, and the search for the elixir was urgent.