Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

Hearing Mao Xiaofang's words.

"I see, Maoshan luck has merged with you." Zhou Yun said softly.

Mao Xiaofang paused, then took a deep breath: "Yes, with luck."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Yun couldn't help but look at Mao Xiaofang.

I saw Mao Xiaofang's real appearance before.

Zhou Yun understood Mao Xiaofang's way of hiding himself, that is to use the luck of the entire Maoshan.

And this is equivalent to consuming the entire heritage of Maoshan.

Although this consumption is subtle, it is present all the time.

In the long run, Mao Xiaofang is sucking the blood of Maoshan to continue his life.

"Master's former Qingxia Peak has been vacant for several years. If you have no objection, you can live there in the future. Master's bones are also there."

Mao Xiaofang changed the subject, saying that Zhou Yun didn't give Zhou Yun a statement of fusion of luck.

Zhou Yun's face was serious, his eyes stayed on Mao Xiaofang.

Don't say that I have returned to Maoshan now, just as Mao Zhen's apprentice.

Mao Xiaofang's move was very inappropriate.

But thinking of Mao Wu's deliberate mention, and now that he is new here, I have too many doubts in my heart.

Zhou Yun didn't speak, and followed behind Mao Xiaofang.

soon.

Among the peaks of the back mountain, a small mountain peak far away appeared in front of Zhou Yun's eyes.

Mao Xiaofang was vigorous and strong, and he walked up the mountain step by step, followed by Zhou Yun.

Followed to the top of the mountain.

The mountain is not big, and there is a big courtyard on the top.

There are several acres of farmland next to it.

Looking around, you can see the clouds all over the sky and the scenery of Maoshan Mountain below.

Of course, there is also the Maoshan incense that can be seen when you look up slightly.

"come in."

Mao Xiaofang pushed open the courtyard door.

A Taoist rhyme swept out, blowing on the Taoist robes of Zhou Yun and Mao Xiaofang.

Zhou Yun looked at the gate of the courtyard, adjusted his Taoist robe first, and then walked in with Mao Xiaofang.

In the yard, there were two stone benches, a stone table, and an old tree bent over beside it.

The general scenery is elegant and quiet. Although it doesn't look extravagant and gorgeous, it also reveals a natural charm everywhere.

There is only one room in the courtyard.

In the middle of the room is an altar, and on the altar is a corpse.

Zhou Yun glanced at the corpse, and immediately swung his skirt and knelt on the ground.

This is Mao Zhen's body.

Looking at Mao Zhen's body, Zhou Yun couldn't help but think of the savage and stubborn little old man in the underworld.

On the side, Mao Xiaofang didn't speak, but knelt on the ground and didn't forget to hand Zhou Yun three sticks of incense.

After the two of them were incensed.

Mao Xiaofang got up and walked to the yard, where he sat on a stone bench.

Zhou Yun looked up at Mao Zhen's body.

From the time he entered the yard before, Zhou Yun had noticed a powerful force on Mao Zhen's body.

That belonged to Mao Zhen's lifetime of cultivation.

The Taoist family is at the end of their lives, and under the five declines of heaven and man, they will return to their origin and return to their origin, and everything will overflow the heaven and earth.

Life does not bring death does not take away, this is true!
Zhou Yun thought so when he saw Mao Zhen's spirit was weak in the underworld before.

But until I came to Maoshan and saw that old man, according to the five declines of heaven and man in him, this man should have let everything go.

However, Maoshan's incense forcibly continued his last sliver of life.

And this time is obviously not short!

Since he can do it all, Mao Zhen, as the owner of the mountain, shouldn't have no other options.

For example, he wouldn't be so eager to throw himself directly to Lin Jiu.

In the underworld, Mao Zhen never forgot to call himself to Maoshan.

Looking at it now, the reason why Mao Zhen didn't use incense to prolong his life was because he was willing to enter the underworld.

Just to leave behind the cultivation base of this life to myself!
Thinking of this Zhou Yun turned to look at Mao Xiaofang.

Mao Xiaofang sat on the stone bench, as if he was waiting for him.

But this kind of waiting is waiting, not urging!
After seeing Zhou Yun this week, he understood.

"Old man."

Sighing, Zhou Yun put his hand on Mao Zhen's body.

The moment of touch.

Mao Zhen's body collapsed visibly with the naked eye as if weathered.

At the same time, a violent force poured into Zhou Yun's whole body.

Among them are all the inheritance of skills that Mao Zhen deliberately left behind.

After a while.

Zhou Yun opened his eyes, and there were countless exercises in his mind.

Of course, these are different from the ones exchanged by the system, they are just a piece of memory, and of course these memories also contain Mao Zhen's cultivation experience.

And a body of self-cultivation.

"Ugh."

Zhou Yun sighed, not at all happy about these gains.

Turning his head to look aside, Mao Xiaofang came over early.

Holding an urn in his hand, he collected the scattered ashes without leaving any.

"Junior brother, that's what the master entrusted."

Mao Xiaofang handed the urn to Zhou Yun.

"Thank you." Zhou Yun took the urn and placed it on the altar.

He knelt down again and saluted Mao Zheng's altar.

Immediately, Zhou Yun turned and walked towards Mao Xiaofang.

Mao Xiaofang was already sitting on the stone bench again, as if he was watching something.

Zhou Yun walked over and saw a chess game on the stone table, black and white were clearly distinguished on the chess game.

But Zhou Yun didn't know how to play chess, so he glanced at it and didn't care.

Sitting down, he looked at Mao Xiaofang with many doubts in his eyes.

"The cultivation base left by the master was supposed to be for your future plans, but now it seems that it is useless to you.

Your cultivation base is too strong, and correspondingly, it has exceeded his tolerance limit, and you are in big trouble. "Mao Xiaofang stared at the chessboard and said softly to himself.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yun naturally understood what Mao Xiaofang meant, and subconsciously raised his head to glance at the sky.

"Maoshan incense has been accumulated for countless years, even he can't see through it, so you can rest assured here." Mao Xiaofang continued.

Zhou Yun was still a little hesitant at first, but he immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

It feels really bad to be stared at by that guy.

"Who was that old senior before?" Zhou Yun took the initiative to ask.

"Uncle Mao Xing, who started at almost the same time as master, the five declines of heaven and man are ahead of master, and now it depends on the incense of Maoshan to keep alive. Of course, I am also borrowed from this method." Mao Xiaofang explained.

Mao Xiaofang took the initiative to mention his fusion of incense, but still did not give an explanation.

But Zhou Yun took a deep look at Mao Xiaofang, and immediately continued to ask: "Uncle Mao Xing once said that I must die, but I..."

This is also a big doubt in Zhou Yun's heart.

A mortal situation.

This has never been experienced before.

But it is absolutely impossible for Zhou Yun not to know who has experienced it.

As for the injury on the palm, if it is, this is a fatal situation.

At that time, if the will of the world made a move, Zhou Yun would naturally be unable to resist it.

But don't forget, Zhou Yun still has the system.

Could it be that the system blocked it for itself?

"Master Uncle Mao Xing practices the calculation of the heavens, he can even divination the heavens with his soul, and because of this, he suffered backlash and fell into the sky early.

But in the past 200 years, Maoshan disciples have been able to break through the heavenly masters, thanks to the help of their uncles. "

When Mao Xiaofang said this, he glanced at Zhou Yun: "Uncle master calculated that someone was protecting you from the disaster, so it must be the master who left behind to help you."

"Master, he has devoted all his efforts to Maoshan, and the master also left you the future of Maoshan."

Hearing Mao Xiaofang's words, Zhou Yun couldn't help but sigh.

What the little old man Mao Zhen did, Zhou Yun was really moved and could not help admiring.

"The matter is finished. You should familiarize yourself with the environment here first. If you have any questions, you can come to me." Mao Xiaofang stood up after finishing speaking.

Zhou Yun shook his head sighingly, frowned and knew not to act too hastily, so he stood up.

"correct."

Mao Xiaofang suddenly turned around and said.

"You don't have to worry about the matter of Maokong. Now that you have returned to Maoshan, he will naturally not come to cause trouble again."

Zhou Yun waved his hand casually: "I didn't take this matter to heart."

Mao Xiaofang nodded when he heard the sound, turned around and took a few steps out and disappeared in place.

After watching Mao Xiaofang leave, Zhou Yun turned around and looked around.

"It's a good place. It's not bad to tidy up and take Lin Jiu and the others over, alas."

Zhou Yun turned and walked into the room.

……

In Jintan Town on the other side.

Shi Jian packed his things early.

Originally, he should have gone to Maoshan early in the morning, after all, he was still an inner disciple.

But what happened before was too embarrassing, which made him really ashamed to go out and show his face.

He just planned to wait for everyone else to leave before going out quietly.

You can wait left and right, but you can't wait for one person.

Shi Shaojian, his own son! .

"I don't know where you are, you bastard. You'll be wasting your time. How dare you mess around at what time today?"

Impatiently, Shi Jian took out a bell from his bosom.

With a little flexion, the bell floated in the air.

Immediately, one hand tapped between his eyebrows, and the other quickly pinched and counted.

A few can't breathe.

"Ok!"

With a trace of anxiety, Shi Jian suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bulging and round.

"My son... the horoscope has disappeared?"

Shi Jian's face trembled crazily, the only possibility for a living person to disappear was to die!
Before, he could kneel on the spot in order to survive, and he could beg Lin Jiu for a chance of life.

Nothing made Shi Jian completely panic.

But now...

Shi Jian gasped for breath, and managed to calm down.

He bit the tip of his tongue, searched left and right at the same time, and finally found a few hairs in Shi Shaojian's pants.

With the help of that hair, Shi Jian spat blood from the tip of his tongue on the hair.

Immediately cast the spell again.

After a few more breaths.

"Wow!"

Shi Jian trembled all over, staggered a few steps back, his eyes burst out with bloodshot eyes.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spat out from Shi Jian's mouth.

And there was another cry that was so painful that it was silent, but it was squeezed out of the throat a little bit.

"My son!!!"