"You are the owner of the Lieyang Martial Arts Pavilion, I have worked so hard to find you!" Chen Mo knelt in front of a burly man, crying bitterly, wandering for more than a month, finally living up to the expectations of the villagers and finding the owner of the Lieyang Martial Arts Pavilion.

"What, are you the one who cultivates immortals, you have a lot of friendship with the ancestors in my village, and you want to teach me the art of cultivating immortals?" Suddenly, where is there still the master of the martial arts hall, but an immortal with immortal wind and bones stood in front of Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was ecstatic, if he became an immortal, he would be able to save the people in the village, how could he not want to? However, just as he was about to agree, the immortal turned into a green-faced and fanged evil ghost, grabbed Chen Mo and smiled fiercely: "You are dead, and you still want to cultivate immortals?

"No, don't!" Chen Mo struggled to sit up suddenly, the village was still in dire straits, the Lieyang Martial Arts Pavilion had not yet been found, and he had not yet settled down to find a way to save the village, how could he go to see the King of Hades?

But as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw an elegant bamboo house, with simple but elegant furnishings, accompanied by the quiet fragrance rising from the light smoke, like a dream.

How could there be any pavilion owner, no immortals, and no evil ghosts? Chen Mo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and finally understood that all kinds of weirdness before were dreams.

However, Chen Mo's face changed suddenly, he didn't care about wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, so he reached into his arms and searched nervously, when the familiar touch came, he breathed a sigh of relief, the beads were still there, and he finally didn't completely lose the ancestral token in the village.

After confirming this, Chen Mo's heart was a little calmer, but he immediately panicked again, what kind of place is this strange bamboo house? Is he alive, or is he already dead? Could it be that hell is actually like this?

For a while, Chen was at a loss, looking at this elegant bamboo house, he didn't know what to do?

But at this moment, with a 'squeak' sound of pushing the door, the door of the bamboo house was pushed open.

Chen Mo was startled, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but heard a slightly cold but clear voice ringing in the room: "Three days, you finally woke up." ”

Chen Mo shrank in the corner, his heart was beating hard, but he was not stupid, and he quickly heard what the person meant, probably saying that he had slept for three days before waking up.

In this way, Chen Mo couldn't help muttering to himself, and subconsciously asked, "Then I'm still alive?"

While speaking, Chen Mo finally saw the person who came, it was actually a handsome young man, dressed in white, and his demeanor was even more elegant, if it weren't for his cold expression, I am afraid that everyone would not help but feel good when they saw it.

Anyway, Chen Mo has been wandering in the world for a long time, and he asked himself if he had never seen such a good-looking person?

"Of course you are alive, Master, he wants to save people in the world, how can there be any reason to save them?" Xu is Chen Mo's question was too stupid, and a smile appeared on the face of the cold young man, this smile showed his handsome style even more, but soon he restrained his smile, and there were a few more things in his hands out of thin air.

Hearing the words of the indifferent young man, Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but take a deep breath and recalled, he just remembered clearly that he was almost buried alive in that winter Yuhu, and then because he was unwilling to call for help, he was about to be killed by the evil servant Ding Er... How did he get saved out of thin air?

But after thinking about it carefully, I didn't think for sure that Ding Er's shovel didn't hit him after all, but what did an old man say vaguely?

Could it be that these memories are all true? I was saved by the old man? The old man is the master of this cold young man?

Although Chen Mo was born in a small village, as the only male in the village, the village chief cared for him and taught him to read and write since he was a child, which is also smart and reasonable. Soon figured out the key, turned over, and got up to worship.

Who wanted to bow down yet, but saw that the young man suddenly had a few more things in his hand, and Chen Mo was startled, and he took a few steps back before he could stand firmly, but his eyes were wide.

What kind of means is this? Something that came out of a thin air? Could it be, could it be... Chen Mo's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heartbeat was uncontrollable, almost jumping out of his throat.

Before the cold young man could speak, Chen Mo was about to kneel down suddenly, and said in a loud voice: "Thank you immortals for saving your life, the immortals will accept me as a disciple! The people in the village are still suffering, immortals, I..."

Because he was too excited, Chen Mo was incoherent, but he was annoyed to find that he couldn't kneel down, and when he looked up, he found that the cold young man was looking at him calmly, and he was afraid that he couldn't kneel down It was also his means, it seemed that he didn't want to accept himself as an apprentice, right?

Thinking of this, Chen Mobei came from it, and finally met the immortals, but he couldn't enter the immortal gate, the people in the village.... Thinking of this, Chen Mo's eyes couldn't help but redden, and his heart was even more anxious.

"I'm not an immortal, I'm just an immortal cultivator, and secular people don't understand this cultivation, so they call me an immortal. Actually, we can only be counted as cultivators. It was also at this time that the cold young man slowly spoke, and as he spoke, he waved his hand, and a wave of softness lifted Chen Mo and made him go back to bed.

"Although cultivators sound good, in fact, the future is even more sinister than that of the world, how can it be so easy to fight for one's life with the heavens? Besides, cultivators are not all capable of doing it, and without spiritual roots, how can they sense the aura of heaven and earth?"

"You were saved by my master, and you can bring this empty mulberry immortal gate, and you are also a person with spiritual roots. It's a pity...."The cold young man stopped talking at this point, and then he shut up.

But Chen Mo heard this sentence in a fog, as if he understood it or not, cultivators have immortal means, but they are not immortals? And it is very hard? What spiritual root? I have it? But it's a pity?

Chen Mo wanted to ask, but these unheard things filled his head, making him stunned for a while, and he didn't know where to start if he wanted to ask.

But the cold young man over there didn't say much, put down a few things that he had conjured up before, and with a wave of his hand, there were a few more crystal-clear grains in his hand, half the size of a little finger, exuding grains of rice from a foreign land.

Before Chen Mo could see the specific appearance of the rice grains, he saw that the cold young man quickly pinched a few tricks, and the rice grains were raised, wrapped in a ball of clear water that appeared out of thin air, and fell into an empty bowl on the table.

And the bowl floated lightly, and at the same time, a small flame appeared in the young man's hand, and with a flick of his flick, the flame floated towards the bowl in the air, enveloping it...

Soon, the rich fragrance of rice porridge wafted in the room, and Chen Mo, who had not eaten for a long time, couldn't help but swallow several mouthfuls of saliva, and the strong hunger sensation came, making him forget what he was thinking before.

But after half a pillar of incense, the flame was extinguished, and a bowl of thick, steaming hot porridge fell steadily on the table.

Chen Mo was puzzled, why a few grains of rice could make such a thick hot porridge, and the cold young man spoke again: "You have just recovered from your serious injuries, and you have been in a coma for three days. This bowl of Linggu porridge, even if I give you something to replenish your body. ”

Speaking of this, he hesitated slightly, and then spoke: "My master, Li Huairen, is the elder of the Kongsang Immortal Sect, and he is also the person who saved you that day. It is rare for you to have a single wood spirit root, but unfortunately the spirit root is not mixed, and it can only be regarded as better than nothing. But meeting is fate, and the master remembered that there was an acre of spiritual field under the seat, and there was no boy to take care of it. ”

"Although you are not a Lingzhi boy, you have a wood spirit root, and you are naturally close to plants and trees, and it is not impossible to take care of Lingtian. So, Master took you up the mountain and took you as a boy to sit down with. ”

Chen Mo was originally thinking about the hot porridge on the table, but he was stunned by the words of the cold young man again, there were many things in the cold young man's words that he couldn't understand, but he could roughly hear that he was left in the immortal gate, and he was probably going to take care of some field.

Although he was not accepted as a disciple, Chen Mo was also very excited and grateful in his heart, if he heard correctly, he didn't seem qualified to stay.

In such a mood, Chen Mo wanted to stand up and bow again, but was stopped by the cold young man.

He walked towards the door, and only said, "I have left a few things on the table, if you have any doubts, you can understand by perusing one of the books called "The Chronicles of the Empty Mulberry Immortal Road". ”

Speaking of this, the indifferent young man suddenly turned around, looked at Chen Mo and asked, "Are you literate?"

Chen Mo nodded a little dumbfounded, but the indifferent young man had already turned around, and walked out of the bamboo house without looking back, the door of the house closed itself, and after a long while, his voice came again: "Master inadvertently obtained critical herbs in the world, so he will retreat for some time. Since you are the only child under the Master's seat, the Master also told me to take care of you. Therefore, from now on, I will be half of your senior brother. ”

"My name is Ye Piaoling, he will see you every day, just call me Senior Brother Ye. Don't wait for the porridge on the table to get cold, drink it early. ”

The voice gradually drifted away with Ye Piaoling's departure, but Chen Mo's nose was very sore when he heard it, since he wandered out of the village, he didn't know how many people he met, and he was treated like an ant.

But I didn't want to stumble into this empty Sang Immortal Gate by mistake, and met such a seemingly cold person, but he treated him sincerely.

doesn't suspect him of being a beggar, not to mention that he is a junior brother, as an immortal, he personally cooks porridge for him to make up for himself.

Although Chen Mo has experienced the coldness of the world, his heart has changed, and he has become cautious and vigilant, he has never dared to forget the word "Entubao", and under Ye Piaoling's treatment, he has already made a silent determination to repay the kindness of Master and Senior Brother Ye in this life.

After calming down for a while, Chen Mo got up, picked up the bowl of hot porridge that was still warm on the table, and drank it in a big gulp.

Originally, Chen Mo thought that a bowl of porridge would never be enough to fill his stomach, but he never thought that this bowl of fragrant hot porridge would turn into a boiling stream of heat and roll into his stomach after just one bite, where would he still feel half hungry in his stomach?

Rao is like this, the sweetness and deliciousness of this porridge is something that Chen Mo has never tasted, although he is no longer hungry, Chen Mo still can't help but drink this bowl of porridge to the bottom.

After a bowl of porridge, Chen Mo felt that his limbs were warm and warm, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and he felt that he had endless strength when he moved his body, where was the pain of the injuries he had left? !

After sighing that the things of the Immortal Gate were really extraordinary, Chen Mo's mood had completely calmed down, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the few things left by Ye Piaoling on the table.