Far north from Kunlun Mountain, there is a place with the same name, Penglai Island.

Completely different from the scene of Kunlun Mountain, Penglai Island seems to be an independent fairyland, shrouded in the fog of the sea, hidden in the ocean, with a hazy beauty.

According to the seafarers who often go out to sea to fish, sometimes you can see a huge island in the distance on the sea, the island exudes colorful light, a waterfall flows down from the stone cliff of the island, winds into the ocean, there are cranes hovering over the island, and the cranes seem to be sitting on their backs.

They rowed towards the island, but they could not reach it, and could only watch as the island disappeared into the sea.

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The moon is particularly beautiful tonight, and the stones in the stream on Penglai Island are shining brightly, and the water flows around a courtyard, which is a unique scene.

A teenager sat in the courtyard pavilion and gave a flute, surrounded by the sound of the flute, like a young man helplessly whispering, the sound of the flute suddenly became softer, like a person sighing deeply, gradually stopping in the evening breeze.

At the end of the song, the boy put away his flute, leaned against the stone pillar of the pavilion, and began to wipe his sword.

He rubbed it carefully, his long, bony fingers carefully rubbing each line of the sword before following the contours with a soft cloth. His sword was as white as jade in the moonlight.

"Mu Ling, what are you doing?" a majestic voice sounded from behind, accompanied by rustling footsteps.

"Blow the flute, wipe the sword," the boy did not look back, but focused on the matter at hand, "and the moon." ”

"You ......" the footsteps stopped, and the man wanted to say something, but forced himself not to continue.

"Although Mu Ling can't see it, but today is the eighth day of the new month, the book says that every year on the eighth day of the first month of the month, the moon will be very round, the weather is so good tonight, wouldn't it be a pity not to appreciate the moon?"

The young man is only eight or nine years old, but his behavior reveals a steady atmosphere, and there is a little self-deprecation in his words, but there is no inferiority, neither humility nor arrogance, as if that little self-deprecation is just to comfort his master.

The boy put down his sword and turned around.

Although he is still very young, he can also see a bit of fortitude on his face, his sword eyebrows are slightly relaxed, the bridge of his nose is high, and his fair skin is as flawless as the jade flute in his hand. Such a warm breath was forcibly cut away by his own cold temperament.

It's just that the eyes that have been closed all the time make this face a little less aura and a little darker.

"The night is heavy, does Master still have some back pain a few days ago? Is there anything important to hurry here so much?" Although Jiang Muling's blindness brought out of his mother's womb and searching for famous doctors has not been cured, he has lived in this courtyard for three years, and he is too familiar with it, and he walks with the wind under his feet, and at first glance he looks no different from ordinary people.

Blindness also means that in the dark, other senses will be infinitely magnified little by little, and Jiang Muling walked in front of his master with only a slight movement.

"No, is there someone to join the map with you? ”

"Master has been looking for a year but has not found it, and now there is a qualified candidate? Is it my disciple of Penglai?" Jiang Muling was also a little surprised, and there was finally a trace of fluctuation on his unchanged expression.

"No, it's the disciples that Kunlun recruited this time, one is the same age as you, Fire Spirit Root, and the other is five years old, Mu Ling Root. ”

When Jiang Muling heard "five years old", he smiled, "It's the same age as when I entered the cultivation realm." ”

"But Master, have you thought about it? How could someone lend us a single Linggen disciple for no reason. ”

“...... Mu Ling, go to Kunlun with me in three days to discuss this matter in person. The master touched the head of the little apprentice who made him feel distressed, "No matter what, as a teacher, you must also let you see everything in this world." ”

When the master left, Jiang Muling was still standing alone in the middle of the courtyard, although the branches and leaves around him were luxuriant, but the figure of the young man among the branches and leaves looked particularly lonely and thin.

The evening breeze rose again, and it was a snow-white sword that stirred up this gust of wind, riding the night and breaking through the clouds.

......

Kunlun, Fog Void Peak.

Qi Bing looked at Yarrow Zhenren's face and turned black when the Fog Void Real Man told the truth, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Qi Bing was thinking about what to say, so that she, the master, would not throw her out of the window in anger.

"The girl's family, why are you so unreserved!" Yarrow finally spoke, and she scolded with one mouth, and was slapped on the head by his senior brother.

"Master, you called me in, and I didn't know you were bathing. Qi Bing showed an innocent appearance and blocked Artemisia Zhenren's words.

What else can I do then? I thought it was a stinky boy, but a few big men were rough, and when they were scolded, they were scolded. But this is a little girl! Artemisia has never dealt with a woman since she was a child, and she doesn't know what to do now, can a girl be as rough and thick as a boy?

Yarrow found this extremely tricky, making him want to just throw up his sleeves and slip away.

"Who else knows about this?" Artemisia sat slumped on the bed, scratching her hair irritably, he usually lay in his own bedroom and could be naked with his upper body and no one would say anything about him, but now he could only wrap himself tightly in his clothes, and he felt uncomfortable up and down.

"Her family knows that in Kunlun, only you and I know about it. Wuxu Zhenren thought, in the future, I will find an opportunity to talk to Lu Bing about the defense of men and women.

"Okay, okay, don't stay with me when you learn to draw qi into your body, hurry back to your room!" Yarrow shook her hand tiredly and let Yang Bing leave.

After the ice left, Artemisia was relieved and fell motionless on the bed.

"Look at your virtue! Fortunately, Bing Bing is still young, otherwise you would be a scoundrel. Wuxu thought that his appearance was really funny, and it was rare to make a joke. "How did you just learn to induce qi into your body?"

"How bad could I be, boy...... It is not difficult to build a foundation within five years. ”

"How does it compare to that personal disciple of Penglai?"

"Qi Bing has just started to practice, I can't see it, but that Jiang Muling is indeed too demonic, sword cultivation is the slowest growth among all monks, because it is the most cultivated, and the mind is uncertain, it is difficult to control his sword, but that Jiang Muling has only been in the beginning for three years, and he has practiced the ninth order of qi, I see, in less than two months, he will be able to build a foundation. ”

"It's still the same sentence, sometimes talent is not the most important, but understanding and heart are," Yarrow changed her words again, "He is really good, so what, my apprentice is not bad, right?"

Wu Xuan was amused, "Then when are you going to teach Yu Bing to do alchemy?"

"Early, wait until she has practiced the fifth order of qi, otherwise she won't even be able to control the fire and waste my medicinal materials in vain. At this time, let her recognize the medicinal materials and carry the pill on her back. ”

"By the way, doesn't she still want to learn the sword from you? ”

Wuxu smiled bitterly, "What if she doesn't study well and gets hit." ”

"What she wants to do, she must be prepared to fail countless times, if she is not so attached to sword cultivation, even if she gives up, she will not be too sad. Artemisia lay on the bed and looked at the tattered Danshu at the head of the bed.

Listening to this, do you have the appearance of being a master? Wuxu felt that his junior brother really didn't care about this kind of thing, and it was better to have this idle time than to refine two more furnace pills, and he still had to clean up these messes.

Wuxu is both a father and a mother and a master, although he has no children, but he is in charge of a big bear child in one hand, and now he is holding back a small one with the other hand, did he owe anyone in his last life?

......

As soon as the sun came out the next day, Qi Bing woke up, put on a robe, and walked through the dense fog to the forest of the Fog Void Peak, found a soft grass that was not wet by the dew, and sat cross-legged to run the true qi.

She is a wood spirit root, in such a place can better increase spiritual power, and it is not easy to feel tired, the early morning bird cry is very light, so that her body and mind are relaxed, running for one week after another, in a certain moment, she feels that she is one with the jungle.

About an hour later, the sun had fully risen, illuminating every corner of Kunlun Mountain and awakening every peak.

It was almost time for the disciple to have breakfast, and Qi Bing quickly got up and went back, her whole body was now warm and full of strength after the morning's cultivation.

There are seven realms of Qi Lian, Foundation Building, Jindan, Yuanying, Mahayana, Transformation God, and Ascension on the way to cultivation, and it is not clear whether she has reached Qi cultivation now.

Since she left home and chose to cultivate Zhen, and she has such a good talent, she must not let the Fog Void real person down, nor can she let her cheap master see jokes.

After washing, I saw that she was dressed in blue in the bronze mirror, her hair that was originally scattered was tied up with a blue hair band, and there were still two pigtails around her ears, and the disciple token was hanging around her waist.

Qi Bing winked at himself in the mirror, well, what a handsome little boy.

The disciple who went to the Fog Void Peak had breakfast, and at a young age, he was dressed in a blue-clothed disciple's costume, which was extremely eye-catching in a group of orange and yellow-clothed disciples who looked to be at least twenty or thirty years old.

However, most of the disciples of Wuxu Peak knew about this Yarrow True Disciple, so no one stepped forward to make things difficult, but many people watched Qiao Bing use breakfast elegantly and decently, as if they were watching some show.

Later, a green-clothed disciple came and told her that there was a disciple's assessment today, and she was afraid that she would not be able to teach it personally, so she asked her to read the Danshu carefully.

So he went back to his hut with a stack of books, opened the wooden window to let the sun shine on the table, boiled water to make himself a pot of tea, and sat at the table to flip through the pages of Dan books.

When she was in the academy, she studied well, and she could read most of the words that adults recognized, but some of the words in this Dan book were really difficult to understand, and she could only read the parts she knew, and the words she didn't recognize were copied on paper, and when she saw Wuxu Zhenren or Master, she would ask.

The books were not full of difficult words, but also accompanied by illustrations, and the herbs were vividly depicted, and even the hidden leaf veins were drawn in detail, so that Yang Bing did not find it boring, and after reading one book, he picked up another one.

When the sun was in the west and her stomach was rumbling with hunger, she remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to eat lunch, and this problem of not being able to stop reading was vividly reflected when she was at home, but at that time there would be parents to remind her, but now it is gone.

Blinking her dry eyes, she picked up a leaf from the windowsill, clipped it to the page she saw, and put the book away neatly for next time.

She was also hungry, and the dinner in the canteen was noodles, and she ate two bowls in one go, swallowing all the poached eggs and soup with chopped green onions, and couldn't stand up on her seat.

The disciples who came to have dinner felt that they were worthy of being personal disciples, and the amount of food at the age of five was different from that of ordinary people.

In order to eliminate her food, she made a long detour and walked around the woods for a while.

Standing in front of a tree that was not tall, she jumped with a little strength, grabbed the thicker branches, and with a slight kick of her toes on the trunk, she turned over the branches.

I picked a leaf and sandwiched it between my two fingers, leaned close to my lips, and blew a song unique to my hometown, which was a cheerful tune that was different from the boring practice of day after day, and had the softness of Jiangnan minor.

"Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian?"

"Fish play lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf west"

"Fish play lotus leaf south, fish play lotus leaf north"

"Fish play among lotus leaves. ”

Obviously, there is only the sound of blowing, but it seems that there is a young woman, wearing a hat, rowing a boat, shuttling through the lotus pond, humming a song in a playful tone.

In the silent forest, such a little song echoed, and all the nearby disciples stopped to listen, wondering which disciple had come to blow such a passage.

The sound stopped abruptly, and there was no movement, but even the evening breeze of this foggy peak was much gentler.