Jun Moru closed his eyes, and the scene around him kept changing, and finally slowly froze.

At the foot of the mountain, two brick and stone houses with a small courtyard.

A small child chopping wood in the courtyard, dressed in coarse linen clothes, and holding a big shabby axe in his little hand, again and again. The sun was scorching, the children were sweating profusely, and their tender hands were rough and calloused.

Suddenly, a weak cough was heard from inside the room.

The boy threw down the axe, hurried into the house, and asked repeatedly, "Grandpa, are you awake?" The medicinal soup is almost ready, and you can drink it in a while. ”

The old man's face was wrinkled, his beard was messy, and his black hair was mixed with a little pale, showing an unhealthy color.

The child did not help the old man up, opened the cabinet, and wanted to take out the brocade clothes and put it on the old man, but after thinking about it, he closed the cabinet again. Pick up a square piece of wood from the window, put it under the pillow, and pat the old man on the chest.

The old man coughed uncontrollably and stared at the child as if he had something to say.

The child patted his chest, but to no avail, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa, wait a minute, I'll go get you a decoction." ”

He turned and ran into another room, which was full of blacksmith tools. The stove that was originally used to strike iron is now boiling a decoction on it.

After a while, the child came to the old man with a steaming decoction. Blow lightly and feed the old man slowly.

After drinking the decoction, the old man took a breath, his cough slowed down, and he said to the child: "Moru, after a while, it will be the enrollment of the underground courtyard, and grandpa hopes that you can participate." ”

"I'm gone, who's going to take care of you!" said the child, taking the bowl and setting it aside. Cover the old man with a quilt and recline aside.

The old man smiled: "This is all an old problem, and it will kill people." Grandpa's body is okay, this old bone is still hard, don't worry!

"Grandpa just can't rest assured of you, you go to the underground courtyard to study, and grandpa is also at ease. Maybe this disease will be cured!"

The sound fades and the scene fades away.

After changing the face, the child has grown up slightly, but his eyes are still immature.

It was still the same brick and stone house, but it was a little dilapidated, and there was a sound coming from outside the courtyard.

"Grandpa, grandpa~ I'm back. The boy ran into the yard quickly, pushed open the gate, looked at the somewhat messy yard, and said, "You don't clean the yard either, look at the ashes." ”

With that, he began to clean up the yard. "I've made a lot of friends, and I'm on the first peak. I'll tell you, this first peak..."

Suddenly, the child realized something, and no one spoke to him for a long time. Immediately rushed to the house, and the room was lifeless, and there was no one in sight.

It's just that on the table, there is a long box and a letter.

The child's hands trembled slightly, but he calmly opened the envelope.

child

Tell you that everything is fine, why did you still come back? Do you miss grandpa? Hahaha, I knew it, so I left an extra letter.

Grandpa had too many diseases in his early years, and I knew that it didn't take long to live. The letters sent to you are all written and sent on time. Please forgive Grandpa for being selfish and lied to you for so long. I just hope you can be happy and happy.

Grandpa didn't have much power and didn't take good care of you. The brocade clothes in the cabinet, that is your father's favorite wear, I can't bear it, old man, so I will take it down together. Thinking that if you go down, maybe you'll see your father, and then dress him.

There is not much left for you at home, so I thought that all these belongings would be sold, so I would buy a gift for you. Alas... There are few of these valuable things, and you can't buy anything even if you sell them all. I made a pair of fans and gave them to you. I don't know if the craft has regressed, I hope you like it.

Grandpa doesn't have any skills, he just wants you to live a good life in the future. Don't seek to be rich and rich, just be healthy.

The child's hands trembled, and he opened the long box, and inside was a folding fan, not beautiful, but chic.

The child held the folding fan and held back tears, but the tears did not obey and slipped from the corners of his eyes.

The scene turns again.

On the martial arts arena, a man was speaking.

"This assessment is mainly based on small groups, and each group is organized by itself, with no less than three people and no more than seven people. Focus on group confrontation. The winner has the opportunity for the martial arts hall master to guide the martial arts. ”

The child has matured a lot at this time, his face is gradually receding from immaturity, and handsome sunshine is his trademark.

The child's eyes were lazy, looking at the martial arts arena, but the words of the people around him came into his ears.

"Look, it's Jun Moru, which of you wants to team up with him?"

"You go, how strong he is, it's foolproof to have him there. ”

"Why don't you go, he'll only do tricks. It's hard to even get close to a mage. Besides, I'm still a freak, so I'm not going!"

"This kind of person is a reckless man, he really goes to the battlefield, and he won't live long. ”

"yes, it's just a reckless man..."

"He's a freak..."

Various voices came, and the child was slightly irritable, staring at a few freshmen, and said in a lazy tone: "Hey, join me in a team." ”

"No, no, senior. We actually came to see it, and we didn't want to participate. ”

"Uh, yes, yes, I didn't want to participate, haha.."

The child's tone was still lazy, but there was a kind of harsh taste: "Oh, don't you want to participate, or don't you want to be in a team with me?"

"Hah... The senior laughed.."

Under the guidance of the children, he signed up with two new students and participated in the assessment.

The scene turns again.

In the mountains and forests, children stand among five peers whose breath is decaying. All five were injured and collapsed in various places.

One of the gorgeously dressed boys stared at the child through gritted teeth and said, "Jun Moru, I wrote it down this time, it's just a waste who can only do physical skills, let you be a hero now, and I want you to look good in the future!"

The child's eyes wandered, and he said in a lazy tone: "Later, let's talk about it later!"

The screen turns again.

A majestic man stood in front of the child and exclaimed, "Look up!" and look at me..... Yes, that's it, you're strong! very strong! not weaker than anybody!"

The screen turns again.

The child has grown up and is no longer immature, he is handsome, angular, with good facial features, the tears in the corners of his eyes add a bit of softness, and the folding fan has never left his body.

At this time, he was sitting in the secret room, which was not very good, a little dark and damp. Holding a piece of the page in his hand, the word "meditation" on the page is faintly visible.

He slowly calmed down his fighting spirit, his expression was a little excited, and he muttered, "This technique, Phantom God!"

The scene moves slightly, and the picture turns again.

In the desert, he was covered in blood and hiding in a pile of sand and gravel. At this moment, a voice was heard.

"Listen, the rest of the people, come out obediently, otherwise, every moment, I will kill someone!"

Those people he knew, and his fellow disciples, also called him a freak and ridiculed him as a reckless man.

Jun Moru's face changed several times, and he kept struggling.

In the end, he calmed down, laughed at himself, and whispered: "What are you afraid of, Hengzhi is just death!"

With firm steps, he walked towards the crowd.

The screen turns again.

"Jun Mo Ru! The young man is unparalleled in the world, and the gentleman is as warm as jade. If you want to ask where the soul is going, the illusion is also the way back. Jun Moru..."

He returned in a roar of cheers, surrounded by adoring and envious eyes.

But in his mind, what flashed was the old man lying on the bed, the letter, the mighty man speaking words of encouragement...

In the Martial Vein Palace, Jun Moru, who had his eyes closed, muttered to himself: "I can't ask for anything... It's just a shame!"

Jun Moru slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be some teardrops in the corners of his eyes.

Su Zhiling smiled, and his hearty voice resounded throughout the hall. After a while, he said to Jun Moru: "After the assessment is over, come to my Zhiling Army." However, it wasn't Ling Ping's side, it was the Secret Word Battalion. ”

When Jun Mo heard this, he was ready to salute and thank you. Su Zhiling spoke first: "How is the martial arts?"

Jun Moru replied: "There is a bottleneck in the Dao Law, and it still needs to be accumulated, and it cannot be broken for the time being. ”

"Soul Thinking Dao Method, the soul Dao aspect needs you to understand it yourself. As for chanting, you are optimistic. Su Zhiling's eyes were slightly Ling, and a winged tiger beast appeared in the field.

Jun Moru had a slight doubt in his heart and perceived it carefully. His brows were twisted together, and he approached the winged tiger beast, and pointed like a knife, sliding gently. The sharp fighting spirit cut through the fur of the winged tiger beast, and blood flowed out.

Jun Moru showed a little doubt in his eyes, and he didn't understand the intention of Lord Wumai. He didn't know what path Su Zhiling was cultivating, and he didn't know what Su Zhiling's intentions were in doing so.

Immediately, Jun Mo's fighting spirit rose all over his body, and the color of his pupils turned pale purple.

Suddenly, his face was shocked, and he lost his voice and said, "This winged tiger beast is... It's made by telekinesis! It's not illusion, it's... It's true!"

Su Zhiling put his hands behind his back, took two steps forward and said, "Your illusion can go one step further." As everyone knows, there are thousands of falsehoods in illusion, and they can only devour the mind and will. But you are different, you not only cultivate the soul path, but also cultivate the path of recitation. Then this technique should be able to be done, with the illusion of reality. You can even create something out of thin air!"

Jun Mo was thoughtful.

Su Zhiling smiled and said softly: "Everything has a thought, and this thought is born from all things and recorded by heaven and earth. When heaven and earth are engraved, they can be born in heaven and earth! If you are born, you will be born. If the thought is extinguished, it will be extinguished. ”

Jun Moru's eyes widened, and he lost his temper slightly, and asked, "When... Back then, the fragments of the book of Niandao..."

Su Zhiling looked at him, as if he saw himself when he was young, and couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. Whispered: "It's mine, you can call me - master!"

Jun Moru was a little unstable for a moment, so it was. It's no wonder that when I saw Lord Wumai, I felt cordial in my heart, and the fellow cultivators recited the Tao in the same line! Immediately, I had some unreal feelings. The person you worship turns out to be your own master!

It's like chasing a star, chasing and chasing, only to find out that this star is my boyfriend/girlfriend, surprised and excited.

Jun Moru was a little stunned, and his strong willpower allowed him to quickly sort out the various relationships.

Immediately afterwards, Jun Mo knelt on his knees, his hands fell to the ground, raised to the level of his eyebrows, and bowed slowly. He said: "The master is above, and the apprentice is still alone, and there are no relatives at home. One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, after that, the disciple of the courtesy, the parent-child affairs, the attendant left and right. ”

"The master is above, and the apprentice cultivates the soul and recites the double path, and has achieved a little success so far. From now on, the name of the teacher will not be dusted. ”

"The master is above, the apprentice is like a teacher, apprentice!"

Su Zhiling had a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, looking at this child, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

Then he said loudly: "As a teacher, Su Zhiling." So far, you have not accepted disciples, and you are the eldest disciple and the only disciple. There is a son in the teacher's family, named Su Zhiling, and in the future, the two of you will be called brothers! The eldest brother is like a father, and when the teacher is away, he will discipline and take care of the teacher! From then on, the teacher will become a teacher!"

This is the etiquette of apprenticeship, and anyone who apprentices needs this process, to perform three prostrations. One side apprentices, telling about their own family background, Taoism, and name. One side accepts disciples, tells about the disciples they have received, whether they have children in the family, how they treat each other with courtesy, etc., and finally accepts the disciples, and the ceremony is completed!

Su Zhiling helped Jun Moru up, his eyes were satisfied. Jun Mo is still like a dream at this time, and it still feels a little unreal, obviously it takes some time to slow down.

At this time, Su Yin was on his way back to Su Xing.