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"Fist intent? Let's see if he can really be as you say, and become a golden pill in sixty years. ”

He moved his gaze to the left and looked at the girl on Sikong Hong's left: "Then who is she?"

In the depths of his eyes, a hint of amazement flashed. However, I also found that this girl's physique was weak.

"Don't look at it! This woman is a super grade ice spirit root, but she is also a three-cold yin vein. Just bring her back and show her to the master. ”

Obviously sensing the disappointment in Su Qiu's eyes, Sikong Hong smiled: "Senior Brother Zhuang, you also saw it, I don't know if you can get out of the way? ”

Su Qiu squinted, but Zuihou still snorted lightly, got out of the way, and Sikong Hong took the lead and walked into the bamboo building.

The space inside is far wider than Zhuang Wudao imagined. An old man in Taoist costume sits alone on a cloud bed.

Zhuang Wudao knew that this person was most likely his future master and true person. With Sikong Hong, while kneeling down and saluting together, he also peeked at the face of the old man in Taoist costumes, only to see that it was a crane-haired childish face, fairy wind bones, red face, and gentle bearing. I can't see it at all, this is a real person who is about to die in Sikong Hong's words.

It was the first time he met the master, and after the official salute, he got up and stood aside, but Zhuang Wudao needed to bow three times and bow nine times.

And the girl, who was at a loss, fell down behind him.

"Disciple Zhuang Wudao, meet the master!"

"Get up, you and I are masters and apprentices, no need to be formal!"

With a smile and a wave of his hand, Zhuang Wudao was picked up by a ray of glow, with a smile on his face, extremely cordial. Compared with the situation that Zhuang Wudao expected, it was very different.

Sikong Hong bowed his head slightly when he heard this: "Shizun really hates the set of etiquette, respect is not in courtesy, but in the heart, just at will." ”

With a sad look on his face again, he said in a deep and solemn voice: "Master, Senior Brother Huaying is seriously injured and can't wake up, and I have brought him back safely." ”

Only then did the real person look at Ling Huaying, but he didn't have much grief, but his face was gloomy and he snorted coldly.

"I just entered Jindan, and I don't know how many catties and taels I have. Conceited, he was touted to the point of fainting, he deserved to end up like this! Su Qiu, take him to the backyard quiet room, and take care of him. I'll go back to see him later. ”

The temperature in the bamboo building seems to have dropped by a few degrees suddenly. Sikong Hong smiled bitterly, but he didn't dare to distinguish it on behalf of Ling Huaying, and after Su Qiu also bowed silently, he waved out a ball of true yuan mana, holding up Ling Huaying's body and leaving.

It wasn't until the two of them left, and Jiefa Zhenren's face regained his smile, and he pointed beside him: "Wudao, come and sit, let me take a closer look." ”

Zhuang Wudao suddenly felt a sense of apprehension in his heart, knowing that this was mostly a festival, and it depended on his qualifications. This matter is fine, but who called himself to use the technique of blood sacrifice? Within the primordial god, there is even a demon seed.

But he didn't dare to disagree, and he didn't dare to show the slightest hesitation. Zhuang Wudao secretly prayed that Yun'er had taught him the 'Yin and Yang Dualization Qi Separation Method', which would work. While walking to the side of the Jiefa Zhenren and sitting down according to his words, he saw this Yuan Shen Realm old man, and a pair of hands groped around on him.

There was also a trace of qi penetrating, or pointing directly at the meridians in his body, or touching the bones and intestines. In just a moment, the essence in the eyes of the true person of the festival law became more and more shining.

He also said happily: "Not bad! Not bad! Excellent! I declare a lineage of Lingshan Mountain, and there are successors." Even without Hua Ying's kid, it's enough to support the court—"

Zhuang Wudao was puzzled, his spiritual root could not be worthy of the words 'good' and 'excellent'. Is this true person who is a real person who is doing the law wrong?

In my heart, I suddenly remembered another thing, a few months ago, I had followed the instructions of the sword spirit and forged a super-grade earth-grade hidden spirit root in my body with golden silk grass.

What the real person said was good, but he was referring to his forged spiritual root.

However, the true person of the festival is tens of thousands of miles away, how can he know that he has a 'super-grade hidden spirit root'?

Sikong Hong frowned, his eyes were full of puzzlement, and he really couldn't see that Zhuang Wudao's spiritual root could be worthy of the praise of 'excellent'. There is even more dissatisfaction: "Master, Senior Brother Huaying, he was seriously injured and dying, if he doesn't save him, I'm afraid he will fall soon." The master didn't even look at the junior brother, which was too affectionate. ”

"Aren't you still dead?"

Jiefa Zhenren turned his head and squinted coldly: "Don't worry! That guy has a big life, he has cultivated a life-saving method, and he has met a noble person to help him." For a while, it was not enough to lose his life. As for whether he can recover, it is up to him to recover. This sentence must not be passed on. ”

Sikong Hong was stunned for a moment, and then there was irrepressible surprise on his face: "Really, junior brother, he is really fine." ”

The real person of the festival law didn't bother to pay attention to it, and patted Zhuang Wudao's shoulder: "It's really good, but remember not to be proud of your talent." If you have to practice well, you will definitely have a blockbuster day in the future. At that time, we can also let those who think that I am dim-witted and have no beads in my temperance to see if my temperance is really old and confused? How can the beautiful jade in the stone be able to appear in the world and dazzle in front of others without being carved and polished?"

Zhuang Wudao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the festival method was not aware of the demonic aura hidden in his body. The method taught by Yun'er is unexpectedly reliable.

His expression relaxed, and Zhuang Wudao also said with a grateful face: "It is the luck of Wudao's life to be favored and appreciated by the master and included in the disciples! The disciple will definitely work hard to practice and will not live up to the high expectations of the master." ”

"I also know a little bit about your background. I'm afraid that if you slack off, you won't be able to slack off. I would like to advise you not to suffer too much about yourself. In life, there is not only practice. Sometimes stopping and taking a look can be rewarding. We monks must not take grievances and hatred too seriously, and obsessively harm others and ourselves. ”

The real person waved his hand, and his words were solemn. Seeing that Zhuang Wudao listened attentively, he didn't think so, and couldn't help but sigh slightly. But the face is not obvious: "And this girl, what's the matter?"

"When I encountered it at the bottom of the mountain, the super ice spirit root, the three cold yin veins, and the two mountains and seven peaks were unwilling to be included. But this woman insisted on entering the path of cultivation, kneeling and prostrating. ”

Sikong Hong explained succinctly: "I didn't intend to pay attention to it, but the junior brother looked at her differently and intended to help. Anyway, if there is nothing to do, the disciple will bring her, or the master can find a way to solve her three cold yin veins. ”

"On Xuanling Mountain, we don't lack a bite to eat. There is no obstacle to having one more person to practice here. ”

The eyes of the real people of the festival law showed regret: "However, the three cold yin veins are unthinkable as a teacher. Although he is good at alchemy, he is not good at medicine. I have never heard of any kind of elixir in the world that can cure the three cold yin veins. This is a terminal illness, it's okay if she doesn't practice, she can live for another fourteen thoughts. If she really embarks on the path of cultivating the truth and asking, then she will only have a lifespan of three years at most, but it is a pity that she has a super grade spiritual root. ”

After saying this, Jiefa Zhenren stood up: "I'll go to see Huaying, and I'm still a little relieved." Your junior brother's place of cultivation and everything you need are all arranged by you. Remember, you need a good spiritual land, and I look at the half-moon building vacated in the north, which is very good. ”

"Half Moon Tower?

Before Sikong Hong could speak, Jiefa Zhenren had already stepped out of the bamboo building, his figure seemed to be slow and fast, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sikong Hongleng froze in place, and then he didn't know what to do, and he was born with envy: "Since the master has ordered, the junior brother will come with me." ”

Zhuang Wudao stood in place, frowning and looking at the girl in white beside him. may have completely cut off a glimmer of hope for Zuihou, and the autumn watery pupils were full of despair.

Sikong Hong sighed slightly: "I will send her back later, cultivation will harm her life." ”

The girl leaned down again and knelt down again, with a resolute expression: "The disciple is devoted to the Tao, even if he only has three years of life left, he will not hesitate to do so! I heard that there is a saying, 'It is okay to die at the end of the day', for the disciple, what is the difference between dying early and dying late? Please let the disciple die when he hears the Tao, and ask the immortal master and the uncle to fulfill it!"

The word zuihou 'uncle' refers to Zhuang Wudao. is also accurate, it is not Sikong Hong who is most likely to promise her here, but Zhuang Wudao. The identity of a true disciple is equivalent to building a foundation, and it is not wrong to call a senior uncle.

"It's okay to die at night when you hear the Tao? ”

Sikong Hong became interested instead: "Fourteen years old, you really don't care? Would you really rather die than cultivate?"

"Yes!"

The girl did not hesitate or hesitate: "The disciple cherishes his life, but if he can't enter the path of cultivation, he would rather die." ”

Zhuang Wudao thought about it, looking at this girl, I was afraid that it was not because she was interested in cultivating immortals, but because of other reasons.

Or it is the extravagant hope to continue his life with the method of cultivation, or it is like having no way with him.

"If you say this, if I don't agree to you. It's as if I don't have any favors at all, and I'm going to kill you. ”

Sikong Hong stroked his chin with his hand, looked at the girl in front of him like a novelty baby: "By the way, I don't know yet, what's your name?"

"Immortal Master, disciple Nie, famous Immortal Ling. ”

The girl's face was still pale, but there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Nie, Nie Xianling, yes, nice name. ”

Still using a ridiculous tone, Sikong Hong's expression gradually became solemn: "It's not impossible to accept you into the Xuanling Sect." However, if you summon disciples to discuss because of you, it is not worth it. If you want to practice, there is only one way, to become a spiritual servant. This disciple of mine has just started, and he is short of four slaves. He is a real person, and he does not owe you anything. Even if you are a spiritual slave, you can also cultivate the inheritance of the Dao of the Dust Sect, are you willing? But there is a sentence, but you need to have a word first. If you don't practice, you still have fourteen years to live. After practicing, you may lose your life at any time. After you die, don't blame me for leaving the Dust Sect!"

Zhuang Wudao was stunned on the spot, and accepted this girl as a spirit slave, this Sikong Hong is really whimsical.