Everyone was even more puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask the ancestor anything. Peng Sui hesitated again and again, unable to figure out why the ancestor wasted so much effort to kill a secular person, and it was difficult to speak, so he immediately nodded and agreed.

Rao is a peerless Tianjiao who has broken through the bluestone refining without entering the Tao, and he can't compare to an inconspicuous grass mustard in the world.

The ancestor's eyes finally closed, and he shook his head: "I'm old, half of my body is in the loess, and I can't withstand any strong winds and waves anymore." As he spoke, the old man, who had become a man in his last years, stood up tremblingly on the table, and walked towards the thatched hut behind him.

Seeing this, the master asked suspiciously: "Ancestor, you?" Ancestor stopped and put his hands behind his waist: "Naturally, I won't sleep anymore, when I am old, I should spend more days awake." ”

Everyone watched as the ancestor slowly walked into the thatched hut, and then watched the thatched hut gradually dissipate until a clearing was revealed. The master rubbed his hands together and said, "Since the ancestor has already explained, Peng Sui, you can go and prepare to go down the mountain a little." Peng Sui nodded and left.

Silence again. Su Yishan raised his head, which was very low by the hat, and glanced around at the people present: "I'll leave if there's nothing to do." He got up, but was stopped by the palm of his hand.

"Is there something going on?" Su Yishan lowered his head and looked at the hand that stopped his chest. The head of the sect smiled and was a little embarrassed: "Yishan, is the kid you brought going to be handed over to Shanmen?"

As he spoke, everyone was immediately eager to try, and it was really a rare joy to be able to accept such a disciple. The strong man with a beard grabbed the long beard on his face: "This son is talented and has a firm heart, and it is best for me to teach him." Before she finished speaking, another woman interrupted: "Senior brother, let's rest, let me accept this disciple." ”

In the mountain gate, a group of top Taoists competed for a stinky boy.

Seeing that everyone was arguing, the master patted the table, coughed a few times to signal everyone to be quiet, and his old face was embarrassed: "If not, it's not bad for me to take it." ”

When the words came out, they were refuted by a group of people.

Su Yishan picked his ears, took off his hat and prepared to leave, walked past the table, and said behind everyone's back: "Don't think about it, I won't hand him over to Shanmen." ”

"Senior Brother Su, you can't be like this, such a talented person, you can't destroy it, it's safer to hand it over to the mountain gate. Someone spoke.

Stopping, Su Yishan slowly turned his head: "You can teach, how can I not teach?"

The beard before shook his head: "You are still young and not deep in cultivation, and you are not in the mountain gate all the year round, that kid worships you as a teacher, it is really a little inappropriate." ”

"Huh. Su Yishan smiled, "After so many years, you are still like this, pedantic." The woman frowned when she heard this, and said very dissatisfiedly: "Senior Brother Su, what are you talking about." ”

The head of the sect almost stopped talking, and sighed silently. Su Yishan took the hat in his hand, reached out and grabbed the hair that was not messy but greasy,

"I think it's young, but this cultivation is not deep. As he spoke, an inexplicable coercion permeated the audience, and invisibly, even the airflow of the weeds on the ground in mid-air was distorted and shaped. Everyone's pupils constricted, breathing stagnantly, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and their movements became sluggish.

There was a chill in his ears, and he didn't know when, Su Yishan's figure had come to his side. I only felt that Su Yishan leaned over and opened his mouth in his ear, and the hot breath in his mouth made his whole body numb:

"I don't recognize it. ”

Everyone was amazed, shocked by Su Yishan's sudden strength. The master condensed his mind and whispered: "The dry six realms." He immediately slapped the suppression in the end of the field with a wave of his palm, and said, "Yishi, don't make trouble." ”

The coercion dissipated, and everyone was relieved and relieved. Su Yishan got up, glanced at the woman who was already sluggish, and was bored: "Brother Zhang's master is worthy of being an immortal in the Yang Realm, and he will disperse this aura with a slap, as for others, he may not be able to teach others anything." ”

The head of the sect was unwilling, and then said: "Yishan, can you think clearly, even if your strength is enough now, according to your heart, how can you teach others with your heart?"

"Who said that I was going to teach him?" Su Yishan asked with a smile, and in everyone's doubts, Su Yishan finally laughed,

"I've always treated him as a junior brother. ”

After speaking, he no longer cared about what the master said, and left directly.

The rest of the people did not speak for a long time. Looking at the rather ugly face of the Sect Leader, Fang Fang cautiously spoke: "Sect Leader, Senior Brother Su's cultivation." ”

The head coach rubbed his hands and frowned together: "Yi Yi is a genius, no one will question it, and I will naturally not be surprised that I can reach this level now." Looking at the increasingly solemn gaze of everyone, he continued: "The three realms of the world, the inscription, the empty spring, and the condensation weir. Although it is said that it is three realms, the inscription is divided into four or nine levels of Tianyan, and there are three realms of Juxi, Hechuan and Huahai in the empty spring, and there are three realms of life stone, high mountain and Zunyue in Ningyan. Only by crossing these three realms can we advance to the way of withering and combining the void with the void. In my Ling Xu, except for the new disciples, there are only more than 100 people who can condense the weir, and most of them are life stones, a few are in the high mountains, and all the Venerable ones are present. I am the only one, in the void of the withered yang, the nine realms of yang. And what has just been revealed is already the cultivation of the Nine Realms of Dryness. ”

"But in the past 30 years, I have cultivated to the realm of withering. Someone still couldn't believe it.

The corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, "Incredible." ”

The head of the sect stood up, his eyes were a little sour, and he looked at the small scenery in the distance: "Yes, it's incredible." ”

When Su Yiyi went out of the hall, there were a lot of people in front of him, most of the disciples in Ling Xuzhong were practicing on the mountainside, and those who could live on the top of the mountain were naturally talented monks who had passed the red dust refinement.

And surrounded in the center, it was a tired young man who was paralyzed on the ground like a dead dog, covered in mud and unkempt, and scolded in his mouth: "Old fisherman, I remember it." ”

Su Yishan smiled, pushed aside the crowd, and the rest of the people noticed that someone was rushing recklessly, and turned their heads very dissatisfied, and saw that it was Su Yishan, and hurriedly said "Uncle Shi". Su Yishan didn't answer, and looked at the scoundrel boy on the ground: "What do you remember?"

Seeing that someone answered, the young man looked up with disdain, and said, "Of course, it's that Uncle Su Yu of your family." The voice paused, as if it had been cut off with a quick blade.

Looking at the young man's flushed face, his smile became brighter and brighter, only the young man saw it in his eyes as if a demon was approaching: "Go on, it's not ashamed." ”

The young man jumped up vigorously as if he had changed into a different person, trying to make an intimate look, and hugged Su Yishan: "Senior brother." ”

Everyone was surprised when they heard it, this young man actually called Uncle Su a senior brother?

Su Yishan slapped the dirty young man, put on his hat, and walked down the mountain: "Keep up." The young man sighed at the back of Su Yi's shirt, hung his head and was half decadent: "It's over, it's over, it's bad luck now." Squeezed out of the crowd and followed.

On the bluestone road, Su Yishan walked like a fly, barefoot from the ground at all, without touching an inch of soil. The boy followed, trembling.

"Senior brother, have you ever seen your grandfather?" the young man asked with a flattering smile. Su Yiyi took a light breeze, dragged the two of them to fly over the bluestone road, and spoke: "I saw it, what advice do you have?" The young man seemed to cherish the breeze under him, and hurriedly shook his head: "Don't dare, senior brother said and laughed, did you ask for a good word on behalf of my little apprentice?"

Su Yishan smiled: "Your waste material qualifications, the ancestor said that he can't look down on it." Hearing this, the young man suddenly quarreled like a monkey who had been caught in the ass: "How is it possible, how can I, an invincible genius who is unparalleled in the world, be a waste of firewood? I have just passed the 9,900 bluestone refining, how many people in this world can I cultivate at this age and this bluestone refining?"

"Oh?" Su Yishan smiled meaningfully, "Unparalleled?

The young man secretly said that it was not good, and he really regretted Fang Cai's words, and stammered: "No, no, no, my dull qualifications are still less than one-ten-thousandth of my senior brother." ”

"The junior brother is polite, the junior brother is polite. Su Yishan only felt that he was in a very happy mood, and the stuffiness accumulated in the thatched hut was swept away.

These are very kind words, which are heard in the ears of the young man and hurt in the heart of the young man.

Soon, there was another heart-rending wail, which frightened the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests.

"Old fisherman, you are cheating me again!"

The young man lay on his back on the bluestone road, his face facing the sky, his eyes full of hatred and despair, and roared out with all his strength.

Not far away, there is a pair of clear eyes, an old man is holding a fresh wooden cane, his rickety body seems to be swayed by the wind, and he may fall to the ground at any time, looking at the two people who are far away, and looking at the sky above their heads, they are slightly squinted by the dazzling light, but the clear eyes are embedded in the wrinkled face, and there is no trace of chaos.

Just looking at it like that, it seems that the sun has dimmed a little.

After a long time, the old man stretched out an old and withered hand and rubbed his wrinkled face, shaking his head self-deprecatingly.

"The way of heaven is beyond the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is difficult to pass. ”