"Master, you died so miserably!"

In a Taoist temple, in a house.

A Taoist boy about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a robe, was lying in front of the bed and weeping bitterly.

The old man, who had white eyebrows and beards, was lying flat on the bed, his eyes closed, his face pale, and his breath was completely absent.

The Dao Tong cried again at this time: "Master, you died so miserably!" At the same time, his hands grabbed the corners of Lao Dao's clothes and shook them vigorously.

"Fuck your shit, the poor road isn't dead yet!" said the old man on the bed, who opened his eyes and coughed.

"Ah, master, are you alive again?" The Dao Tong who was lying in front of the bed was stunned for a moment, looked up, grabbed the hand of the old Dao Yi and gave it away, and said with a bitter face, "Master, you deceived my feelings again." ”

"Poor Dao is just taking a nap, you are crying here, and you will cry to death if you don't die," Lao Dao rolled his eyes, stroked his beard and sat up from the bed.

"Hehe, it's good if you're not dead, it's good if you're not dead. Dao Tong smiled, this can't be blamed on him, this old Dao ran back covered in blood a month ago, and he only had time to explain a few words, and then fell into a coma. For half a month, every few days he would wake up and say two words, and then he would pass out again, and the time to wake up was getting shorter and shorter, and the interval was getting longer and longer, and when he was unconscious, he had no breath at all, no different from a dead man.

In addition to the beginning, Dao Tong really left tears for Lao Dao, but after a few times, he got used to it, just crying a few times as usual, and making a appearance.

Lao Dao sat at the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and stroked Dao Tong's bun, and said, "Yu Ni, how many years have you been practicing with me?"

Yu Ni said: "If you go back to the master, it will be more than ten years. ”

Lao Dao sighed leisurely, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and said, "Yes, it's been more than ten years in a blink of an eye." ”

Yu Nie raised his eyes and looked at Lao Dao, thinking in his heart: Didn't the master hurt his brain, it was so weird!

"Yune, let me ask you, how did I teach you to practice 'Aoki Duel'?"

"Back to the master, the apprentice has already practiced to the third layer, and during the time that the master is out, he has broken through the eighth layer of qi training. ”

"Nine layers of Qi training!" Lao Dao was a little taken aback, he stroked his beard and said with satisfaction, "Yes, it is not in vain that I have suffered for you." ”

Yu Ne was surprised: "The master was injured for me?"

Lao Dao smiled and said nothing······

The old Taoist number is to the wood, when he was young, he had to meet the fairy fate, and was accepted by a monk who was about to die, passed on his mantra, and was given relics, so he simply ran away from home and asked for immortals. However, his qualifications are not good, his spiritual roots are ordinary, and he has no famous teacher to teach, so he only succeeded in building a foundation at the age of eighty. After that, he traveled everywhere in search of opportunities, but when he was more than 180 years old, he did not achieve the status of a real person. He didn't have much to live, and he knew that there was no hope of breaking through in this life, so he thought about passing on the mantle.

Zhimu Daoren first returned to his hometown, but who knew that his family's whereabouts were unknown in the war decades ago. He couldn't find a descendant, so he searched around, and it took another ten years to find a child as a disciple.

It's Yune.

Yune's real name is Liming, and when he was born, he was deficient in yang energy, weak and sickly, and the doctor asserted that he would not live for more than three months. When the people of Mu Dao passed by, they saw that he was the disciple they were looking for, and they were overjoyed, and they relieved Liming's suffering with a little means. Later, he accepted Liming as a disciple, gave him the Taoist name Yu Ni, and officially accepted him as a disciple at the age of four and brought him back to the mountain to practice.

Although the people of the wooden road are not deep, they have traveled around and have extraordinary experience. When Yune was young, he used various elixirs to boil his muscles and bones, and exchanged it for "Aoki Duel", which is in line with the attributes of Yune's spiritual root, for him to practice. Moreover, he is good at formations, laying down a gathering spirit array, gathering the aura of a mountain in the Taoist temple, so that Yu Ni can practice, and he has built a foundation for a hundred years of Taoism, regardless of the cost, but it is only ten years, Yu Ni has reached the ninth level of qi training.

A month ago, Zhimu Dao people went out to participate in a fellow gathering to prepare the next stage of cultivation materials for Yu Ni, but unexpectedly, in that ordinary gathering, there was such a thing as 'Transforming Fan Dan', if he had this kind of elixir to help back then, why did he not succeed in building a foundation until he was eighty years old. For the monks in the foundation building period, although the Buddha Pill is precious, it is a chicken rib thing, and most of them are prepared for their disciples and nephews. Zhimu Dao people prepared for Yu Ne and auctioned this object, but there was a conflict with another monk who was bidding together.

Subsequently, the Zhimu Dao people were followed and attacked. Zhimu Daoren's mana is higher than the other party, so he didn't put the other party in his eyes, but he didn't expect that although the other party's mana is not as good as him, his cultivation skills are not small, and the exercises practiced by Zhimu Dao people are the big road goods in the cultivation world, and the magic powers are general, and they are at a disadvantage as soon as they fight. In the end, he relied on the formation he laid to turn defeat into victory and killed the opponent, but the Zhimu Dao people also received a desperate blow from the opponent because of this, and was seriously injured and damaged Shouyuan.

Although the Zhimu Dao people killed the other party and destroyed the other party's body, but he was escaped by his Yuan Shen, and later he learned that the other party was the inner disciple of the "Qiyun Gate", a major sect in the cultivation world, in order to prevent accidents, he rushed back all the way.

"So, master, are you trying to say that you were beaten like this by someone whose mana is not as good as you?" Yu Nie looked at the Zhimu Dao people, blinked his eyes, and said sarcastically.

"Bang," Zhimu Daoren unceremoniously knocked a chestnut on Yu Nie's head.

Yu Ni rubbed her head "oops, oops".

"You know a fart, back then, your master and ancestor left early, leaving only a mantra, I can have today, all by my own exploration, practicing the most ordinary exercises, and that monk is a disciple of the big faction, not to mention that the exercises are stronger than mine, and there are more magic weapons than mine. ”

Yu Nie was instilled with a lot of common sense by the Zhimu Dao people on weekdays, and naturally knew that the Qiyun Sect in his mouth was a very large sect of cultivating immortals.

Zhimu Daoren untied the storage bag from his waist, accepted his contact with the storage bag, and said to Yu Ni: "Yu Ni, haven't you always wanted a storage bag, this will be given to you." ”

"Master, what about you?" asked Yune.

"Don't worry, didn't you kill a famous and decent disciple for your teacher? Seeing Yu Ne's concern, Zhimu Daoren took out a finely crafted storage bag from his bosom and said.

Only then did Yu accept the storage bag he had coveted for a long time.

Zhimu Daoist pondered for a moment and said, "Yu Ni, I will hand over this Taoist temple to you in the future." ”

When Yu Ne heard this, he had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart, he glanced at the Mu Dao people, and said cautiously: "Master, are you confessing your last words?"

Zhimu Daoist smiled, rewarded Yu Nie with a chestnut, and said: "My Taoist temple will be handed over to you sooner or later, I just said it in advance." ”

He added: "Don't worry, my injuries are almost under control, and there is no major problem." ”

Yu Nie hurriedly said: "That's good, don't worry." ”

Zhimu Zhenren said: "Yu Ni, you step back first, you have to rest for a while, and you will come back to the teacher's room early tomorrow morning, and you have something to say to you for the teacher." ”

"Yes, master," said Yu Nibi, respectfully, getting up and withdrawing, not forgetting to close the door as he left.

Zhimu Daoren looked at the retreating figure of Yu Ne, but he smiled bitterly in his heart, he knew his body best, although it seemed that the injury was no longer a big problem, but his life was about to end, and he would live in a few days.

Zhimu Daoren sighed, anyway, there are not a few days to live, and it is not interesting to linger, it is better to be happy and prepare a little more, he thought so, got up and walked to the table.

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Yu Ne returned to her room, couldn't sleep all night, tossed and turned in bed, and finally managed to stay up until dawn.

Yu Ni got up, washed up briefly, bowed to Sanqing, made breakfast, and then came to the front of the room of the Zhimu Daoren, he knocked on the door and said, "Master, get up and eat." ”

He screamed a few times in a row, but there was no movement in the room, and he was in a hurry, and gently pushed the door, and the door "creaked" and opened a crack.

Yu Nie strengthened his courage and pushed open the door, only to see the wooden Taoist cross-legged on the bed, seemingly meditating.

Yu Nie confessed his sin, and was about to retreat, when suddenly he felt that something was wrong, although his movements were small, he would definitely not be able to hide from his master's divine sense, even if he meditated, he should not be unaware.

Yu Ni was worried, walked to the bed, and shouted, "Master," seeing that the Mu Dao people ignored him, Yu Ni was in a hurry, so he stretched out his hand and pushed the Mu Dao people. This push was not trivial, and I saw that the wooden road man "cooed" and fell on the bed.

"Master!"

A heart-rending cry.

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Yu Nie buried the master and made a spirit card for the Zhimu Dao people, and kept the spirit for three months.

After a long time, the grief in my heart gradually disappeared in the depths and was not forgotten, but it will not slowly surface.

Yu Ne sat in the mourning hall and took out a letter from his bosom, which was left for him by the Zhimu Dao people. Along with the letter were three blood talismans, a few magic artifacts from the Zhimu Dao people, and the storage bag of the Qiyun Sect disciple.

It turned out that the people of Zhimu Dao knew that their limit had come, but he couldn't bear to tell Yu Ni, so he sent Yu Ni away and didn't tell him. There is not much left of the life of the Mu Dao people, and they are all going to die anyway, so they simply leave something. So he sent Yu Ne again, and used the rest of his life to draw three blood talismans for Yu Nie. These three blood talismans can save Yu Nie's life at a critical moment, and this is the only thing he can do for Yu Nie, and after doing this, he sat down on the bed and sat down.

Yu Ni gave three sticks of incense to the Zhimu Dao people, and then sat in front of the spirit and thought about his thoughts. He is not very old, there is no one to discipline him, and he has nothing to do for a while, which is very unaccustomed.

"The master has passed away, what should I do?"

Since he was sensible, he was taken to the mountain to practice by the Zhimu Dao people, and occasionally went down the mountain a few times, but also under the leadership of the Zhimu Dao people, at this time there was no backbone, and it was inevitable that he was a little dazed.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew.

The three incense sticks in the altar above were all broken.

Yu Ni looked up, only to see the three incense sticks broken at half of the waist, the incense head facing south, there was a curling smoke.

This is a vision.

"Could it be that the master is guiding me in the dark?"

Yu Nie's heart hesitated.

Immortal cultivators pay attention to fate, and they should also act spontaneously and go with the flow, which is what the master to the Mudao people often teach him.

"Heading south?"

"Let's go south!"

Yu Nie went back to the house to pack his things, and walked out the next day, and posted a note on the door of the Taoist temple, which read: "When the Lord goes out, there is no money left inside." Three liters of rice, take it yourself. ”

He looked at the note, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to leave.

When he walked into the distance, Yu Nie suddenly looked back at the Taoist temple.

Viewing name: heart.