In October, just after the National Day, the night wind blew away a trace of autumn heat, the road was full of traffic, the shops on the street were brightly lit, Ling Yunhao walked on the road, and the street lamp stretched his shadow very long.

At nine o'clock, just after getting off work, Ling Yunhao touched his slightly flattened stomach, walked into a snack bar, ordered a dish casually, poured a cup of tea, watched the people on the street, and in a trance, it seemed that he saw the figure of holding hands with Luo Ting a few months ago, but on the third day of the college entrance examination, everything changed.

Ling Yunhao and Luo Ting were in the same grade but not in the same class, at that time, they were also like other young couples in the school, going to school together, eating together, leaving school together, and walking through the snack bar near the school together. When filling in the application, the two also discussed together to apply for the same university.

On the third day of the college entrance examination, Ling Yunhao came to the school as usual to find Luo Ting to have breakfast with her, but before she walked to the door of her classroom, she saw a man handing her schoolbag to Luo Ting from a distance, and touched Luo Ting's head affectionately, Luo Ting did not resist these, and hugged the man after taking the schoolbag. Although Ling Yunhao didn't hear what they were saying, but at that moment, Ling Yunhao felt as if the sky had changed color, his heart hurt like a pinprick, and he didn't go up to theorize anything, Ling Yunhao turned his head and left, wanting to ask about the relationship between Luo Ting and the man, but he didn't know how to ask.

That day, Ling Yunhao didn't know how he came over, looking at the dense words on the test paper, his head was full of the appearance of reviewing homework and writing homework with Luo Ting. The three-day college entrance examination is very important for everyone, it is the three days that determine fate, but these three days are the darkest three days for Ling Yunhao.

Until the college entrance examination was released, Ling Yunhao was dumbfounded, and he was more than 30 points away from the admission score line, with Ling Yunhao's results, not to mention the top schools in the country, at least the top schools in the province are still no problem, and Ling Yunhao applied for a university in the city, and the ranking can be in the top three in the province. But everything is gone, Luo Ting is gone, and the university is gone.

Parents originally wanted Ling Yunhao to repeat his studies for a year, but Ling Yunhao at that time couldn't listen to anything, and he didn't have the heart to repeat it.

Ling Yunhao has liked to eat since he was a child, and he is also very interested in cooking, and his mother often watches when she stir-frying, and occasionally learns to fry one or two dishes with her hands, so maybe it is a good choice to be a chef, at least for now.

"Xiaoyou, is it alone, can I sit here?" a sudden voice interrupted Ling Yunhao's thoughts, and an old man dressed in a green robe similar to a Taoist stood next to Ling Yunhao, and without waiting for him to answer, he sat down on his own.

"Uh, grandpa, what are you?" Ling Yunhao was very surprised, he could guarantee that he had never seen this person, and he didn't know any Taoist monks. The old Taoist priest was not polite, he took a pair of chopsticks and ate the vegetables directly, and said vaguely in his mouth: "Xiaoyou, the so-called encounter is fate, I see that your bones are amazing, you are a good material for cultivating immortals, do you want to cultivate immortals with the old man? ”

"......" Ling Yunhao looked confused, if he said that he was a martial arts wizard, he could fight ten of them after he finished his studies, or even say that he could fight a hundred, maybe Ling Yunhao would believe it, after all, this world is so big, maybe there are some practitioners, as for flying away, it was only seen in the TV series, this old man looked like he barely looked like a fairy wind and bones, and he couldn't imagine that he was an old god.

Ling Yunhao looked at Lao Dao, his long black and white hair was buttoned with a wooden hairpin, his cyan robe was already a little white, and his left hand rubbed his beard from time to time, how do you look like an immortal who can do magic!" "Well, old man, are you saying magic? Anyway, it's okay to get off work, usually Ling Yunhao is bored when he goes back alone, it's okay to have someone chat randomly to pass the time.

"You actually know about spells, sword flying, these things, I see that although you have a spiritual root, you shouldn't have started cultivating yet, right?" Old Dao was surprised when he heard that Ling Yunhao could actually say something from the cultivation realm. Ling Yunhao was speechless again, took a piece of meat and put it in a bowl, and said: "It's all like this in the books and TV series! Wait a minute, you want me to worship you as a teacher, and then you teach me the exercises, am I one in a million geniuses?"

"Ahem, if there is a similarity, it's purely a coincidence, I really see that you have a spiritual root, and I ask you, do you have cramps in your lower abdomen at 12 o'clock in the evening on the fifteenth day of every month?" As if the lie had been seen through, Lao Dao coughed twice and quickly diverted the topic.

Hearing this, Ling Yunhao's face changed instantly, because what this old Taoist said was right, since he was about ten years old, every month on the night of the full moon, at twelve o'clock in the evening, there was a cramp in the lower abdomen, the time was very short at the beginning, and the pain was very light, Ling Yunhao didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was caused by hunger at night, plus there was no money at home at that time, and his parents were very busy at work, so Ling Yunhao didn't tell his parents, nor did he tell anyone, and later found that except for the pain on the full moon night, there was no other discomfort, and he didn't say anything。 However, as time goes on, the pain gradually becomes longer and worse. It's just that now, it was seen by such a Taoist priest who had just known him for less than two or three minutes.

Ling Yunhao's heart suddenly turned over the river and the sea. Could it be that this old Taoist who doesn't look like a fairy wind is really a cultivator? How is it possible?

Ling Yunhao glanced at Lao Dao and said quietly: "Are you an old Chinese medicine doctor? It is said that even an old Chinese medicine doctor is not so godly! In the past few years, when I went to the hospital for a physical examination, I also asked the doctor, but the doctor did not see anything. ”

After seeing Ling Yunhao answer the question in disguise, Lao Dao nodded, touched his beard again, and looked unfathomable, "Old Chinese medicine, we cultivators do have some knowledge of Chinese medicine. Boy, people in my cultivation should try to avoid contact with people in the world, I think it is rare for you to have a spiritual root, although it is a miscellaneous spiritual root of the same origin of ice and fire, but it is still okay, after all, even a miscellaneous spiritual root is very rare now. ”

Ling Yunhao was suspicious, "Ice and fire are of the same origin, spirit root, what the hell?"

Lao Dao seemed to be a little impatient, "These will not be told to you until you officially apprentice, it seems that you won't believe it if you don't show your hands today, look at it!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Lao Dao stretch out his right hand, palm facing up, and I didn't see him make any other movements, suddenly, a cluster of fire came out of the palm, and as soon as the flames about three inches high came out, the temperature around them suddenly increased, feeling the temperature of the flames, Ling Yunhao believed Lao Dao's words a little, not that he didn't think that this was a magic trick, but magic was also assisted by props, obviously, Lao Dao did not use any props.

The flames swayed with the flow of air. This has a great impact on Ling Yunhao's eyes and heart, perhaps, even the hospital can't find out the inexplicable colic, this old man in front of him who looks a little unreliable really has a way.

"Hurry up and put it away, let others see it, since you said that you are a cultivator, then you can tell me, why do I have inexplicable colic in my lower abdomen?" Seeing that Ling Yunhao finally believed that he was a cultivator, Lao Dao smiled with satisfaction, clenched his right hand into a fist, the flames disappeared, and he took another bite of food and ate it. It's very simple, because you are the twin spiritual roots of the same origin as ice and fire, and you have not received proper guidance, resulting in the incompatibility of the two spiritual powers, and the night of the full moon every month is the time when the two spiritual powers converge to the lower abdomen on their own, maybe you still feel that it is not a big deal now, and it will pass after a while, but, after a long time, once the two spiritual powers can no longer maintain balance, then your little life will be over!"

As soon as he heard that his life might be in danger, Ling Yunhao was anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Then what can you do?" Yes, you are a cultivator, since you can see the problem in me, then you must have a way, right?" This was too important to Ling Yunhao, and he was so excited for a while that his title for the old way changed.

"It's very simple, worship me as a teacher, I will teach you the true method, improve your meridians, regulate the chaotic aura in your body. Lao Dao said unhurriedly, it seemed that Ling Yunhao would definitely agree.

Hearing Lao Dao say that he wanted to worship him as a teacher, and even follow him to learn Xiuzhen, Ling Yunhao did not hesitate, stood up and took three steps back, clasped his hands into fists and was about to kneel down on one knee, but was stopped by Lao Dao, "Could it be that this Lao Dao is here to entertain me?" Ling Yunhao has no choice, as Lao Dao said, the time of colic in the lower abdomen is getting longer and longer, and it is getting more and more painful, even if Lao Dao may not be able to cure this strange disease, it is good to try.

"Get up, how can apprenticeship be so casual, where do you live? Go to where you live, this place is full of people, apprenticeship is a very grand thing, and I have a lot of things to make clear to you first. ”

I see, at least there is hope, after settling the bill, Ling Yunhao walked home, Ling Yunhao did not live in the collective dormitory arranged by the hotel, he was really not used to living, so he rented a one-bedroom apartment near the hotel, which was not very expensive, and he usually bought one or two dishes when he got off work or rested. Unexpectedly, he hadn't come out to eat out for a long time, but he actually encountered such an old way, thinking that the strange disease that had plagued him for many years might have a chance to be cured, Ling Yunhao couldn't help but speed up his pace, thinking that he would also be the kind of cultivator written in the book in the future, and he had a lot of thoughts for a while.