No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 2

In the square in front of the hall, the master and apprentice looked dignified, looking back at Yi Fan who was unconscious in the room from time to time.

"Disciples, the time has come for the relationship between life and death." The old Taoist Baimei swept away the disciples and said in a low voice, "I have been the leader of Taoism for thousands of years. How desolate it is to have to rely on the Daoist Association to distribute relief before the sudden disappearance of spiritual energy and the extinction of gods and Buddhas!"

"Hey!" The white-browed old man sighed heavily, then straightened his expression, pointed at the main hall and said, "Now, the opportunity has come!"

"Your master, Baimei, has been pleading hard in front of the master for decades, and finally the master has the feeling, and sent this son to save me from the water and fire. From now on, you must not be negligent. Now that the scenic spot has the ability, you must keep this son, that is, your future junior, and train him to become a talent, do you understand?"

The senior brother was still calm and noncommittal, while the rest of the senior brothers were either excited, ignorant, or at a loss, etc., but the sixth junior sister twitched her mouth and muttered: "If you cheat money, you cheat money. It sounds so good." !"

"Neon clothes!" Bai Mei stared coldly, the sixth junior sister snorted coldly, pouted her little mouth, and turned her head stubbornly, not looking at him.

"Jian Wuya, you are a senior brother. You have practiced the Tiangang Demon Sword Art since childhood, but unfortunately you don't have any magic power. However, you have a sensitive figure and an extraordinary bearing. I will teach my younger brother the way of swordsmanship by you. Is there any problem?"

"Of course!"

After Jian Wuya uttered a word lightly, he turned around slowly, facing the cool mountain wind without haste, and walked away slowly, seeing that figure's demeanor, it was indescribably elegant and unrestrained.

"Master, senior brother can't even do a chicken, and now the boys are better than each other, what if they can't be fooled?" The fifth senior brother rolled the dice that were almost covered with pulp, with a worried expression on his face.

"What are you afraid of? Although our Shangqing Temple's inheritance is not complete, there are still some. Besides, your elder brother is very familiar with this matter, so don't worry."

"It's you guys, give me a little bit of fun, don't let it go when it's your turn to teach, I can't spare you!" Bai Mei cast a dissatisfied look at the disciples, a bit resentful that iron can't be made into steel.

All the disciples hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Let's all go back. Tomorrow is the first day of the double-day long holiday. Hurry up and get ready, climb over the wall overnight, and try to earn more money back."

All the disciples dispersed, and there was a cry of pain from inside the hall, the white-browed old man froze, straightened his robes, and stepped in.

After seven days, Yi Fan was actually able to go to the ground to move around, which made him even more convinced of the white-browed master.

Seven days ago, the nightmare scene is still vivid in my mind, the horrible weightlessness, helpless struggle, howling wind, and severe pain. . . . . .

But in just seven days, Yi Fan not only survived, but more than half of his injuries were healed, and he was able to walk two steps by himself.

"I know there are immortals in this world!"

Yi Fan is a bit of a nerd, with an ordinary appearance, and looks a bit dull. After graduation, he changed a few jobs, but they were not lukewarm and made no achievements. However, this still could not erase his middle-school heart of looking forward to being a fairy since he was a child.

The more you lack something, the more you like to fantasize about something. Most people are like this.

Fortunately, Yi Fan's boss this time was good, and he promised to give him a one-time commission of 3 yuan for the past five years after he left the job, and also personally gave him a Laojunguan travel pass.

Yi Fan was in a good mood, packed up his clothes, returned the rental house, and embarked on a trip to Laojun Mountain with the only two mobile phones left.

Unexpectedly, on the first day of the double festival holiday, there were still huge crowds of people. After finally squeezing into the Golden Palace on the top of the mountain, he plucked up the courage to ask a kind-hearted man to take a photo for him, but unfortunately he stumbled and fell off the cliff.

As the saying goes, surviving a catastrophe will bring blessings, Yi Fan concluded that this time he is going to prosper.

It turns out that there really are old people with such long eyebrows in this world, it turns out that there really are hidden Taoism in this world, and it turns out that jumping off a cliff really has a unique chance!

I heard the immortal-like white-browed master tell me that this place is called Shangqing Temple and has a history of thousands of years. Although it is not big, every plant and tree is a peerless national treasure.

I just asked why such a great Taoist temple looks so dilapidated. It turns out that it is because they are worried about destroying cultural relics, so the white-browed immortals dare not carry out large-scale construction.

An expert is an expert, the ancient view is quiet, and you can forget about longevity!

But there are also disturbing things. It has been seven days, and the mobile phone has run out of battery. There is no phone in the Taoist temple, and the injury has not healed. Even the way out of the mountain is only the three chain bridges over the abyss.

I haven't called my family for more than a month. I don't know if my family will be worried. Why don't I ask Immortal Baimei to take me Yu Jianfei home?
As soon as this remark came out, the white-browed immortal seemed very unhappy. He said that anyone who entered this view would not be able to leave the mountain if he did not enter the Xiantian, and he would not be able to go out after all.

Looking at the bottomless abyss, like a monster devouring life, Yi Fan shuddered and couldn't help shivering.

The white-browed fairy smiled slightly, shook the floating dust, and suddenly a gust of warm wind enveloped him, making Yi Fan feel as comfortable as if he was in the warm spring breeze, and the fear in his heart was relieved a lot.

"Is this kid still not on the hook?" Bai Mei was annoyed in his heart, he stepped on the ground lightly, and his whole body flew up into the sky as lightly as a feather, and landed firmly on an iron chain.

Bai Mei was condescending, with his back against the mountains. At this time, strands of colorful sunlight shone down, and the white eyebrows against the background seemed like a real fairy descending from the mortal world. Yi Fan's heart was swayed, his legs softened, and he knelt down with a "plop".

"My dear mother, this is a real fairy!"

"Well, a child can be taught!" Bai Mei's complexion improved slightly at this point, and he said in a deep voice: "It's your chance to meet you, maybe you can't seize it, it depends on your luck!"

"Master, disciple Yi Fan is willing to obey Master's arrangement!" After reading the novel, Yi Fan still knows some rules.

"Hahaha, don't rush to call Master, let's talk after passing the test!" Baimei made a tactic with one hand, and a white light shot straight into the sky, and then exploded, and there were bursts of high-pitched and loud bursts from not far away from time to time singing.

"The sword-wielding red dust is already insane, and there is wine to go up to the sky."

"You Xing plays with the sun and the moon, drunk in the clouds and laughing at the world."

From far to near, a peerless sword fairy seems to fly over from the top of the mountains in a flash.

This person is dressed in a white robe, carries a long sword on his back, hangs a wine gourd on his waist, black hair flutters in the wind, his robes are hunting, and his eyes are deep and distant. At this moment, he is standing on the dragon head sculpture on the eaves of the ancient temple. With a glance, Fan pulled out the cork and took a sip.

"See Master!" Jian Wuya bowed slightly.

"Yi Fan, I will accept you as a registered disciple for the time being. First, your senior brother Jian Wuya will teach you the Tiangang Demon Sword Technique. When you can step on the Tiangang and face the void, you will be considered as passing the first test. !" After Bai Mei finished speaking, he actually stepped out of the air tens of meters away, landed in the Taoist temple, and disappeared in a flash.

"Huchi! Huchi! Huchi!"

The white-browed old man was panting like a cow, leaning against the wall, his face turned from red to blue, and then from blue to purple, and he almost lost his breath.

After a long time, he seemed to have regained his strength. He covered his chest and sat down on the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to himself: "Fortunately, we have a deep understanding of Taoism. Now, if this is placed in other Taoist temples, I am afraid that at least the eighth level of Qi training will be required!"

(End of this chapter)