Cultivation Is Like This

Chapter 1: Master is gone

Chapter 1 Opening Master is gone

Wu Zhou.

Ningzhou, Dongyang County, north of Langyu County.

The green hills are hazy, the clouds are misty, and there are clouds, dragons, water and fish shuttle between the ups and downs of the distant view, like a few light ink blurred, and the artistic conception is vivid on the paper.

Although it is not an immortal mountain, it is rich in Lingzhu, and because the mountain has nine peaks, it is named Jiuzhu Mountain, and it is famous in Ningzhou.

Walking up the moss stone steps in the mountains and forests, you can find an inconspicuous Taoist temple in an inconspicuous mountain peak.

After being beaten by wind and rain, the cracks in the outer wall of the Taoist temple wandered, the plaque disappeared, the front yard was full of weeds, and a lush green plant pot was arched in the center...

If you look closely, you will find that this is not a bonsai at all, but a tripod-shaped incense burner that has been left unattended and occupied by green plants for many years.

Recalling the previous words, this Taoist temple is not inconspicuous, at least the mottled traces left by the years can be seen everywhere.

"Teacher, the deadline for the teacher's day is approaching, and soon I will die. I will briefly explain a few last words. Please listen carefully..."

Under the old tree in the backyard, one old man and one young man sat on the ground. The old man had a childish face, and he stroked his goatee with a refreshing look: "There is no need to be sad. It is normal for people to be born, old, sick, and dead. Don't make some crying gestures."

Opposite to , the young man raised his hand and touched the corners of his slightly dry eyes, then focused his head: "Okay."

"Don't worry, although you don't have much time to be a teacher, you have already sent a message to your senior sister Bai Jin. She will give you careful guidance about your practice. She was the first disciple of the High Heaven Sword Sect thirty years ago. I want to come now..."

"Speaking of Lingxiao Sword Sect, it's a pity. If I didn't pay attention to my teacher and seriously injured my senior brother, I would definitely go back and take a look before I die."

"Forget it, the times have changed, and it's said that there are some..."

“…”

An hour later, the young man blinked in confusion, looked at the dying man who was still talking, and secretly moved his stiff legs.

Damn it, I said a few last words in a simple way, how come the more I say it, the more spiritual it is?

Is it really hell?

"That's right, disciple."

Probably realizing that he was talking too much nonsense, Lao Dao clenched his fist and coughed lightly, and said with a serious expression: "Wei Shi knows that apprenticeship is not what you want, you have a grudge against this matter, but Wei Shi did not lie to you, with your aptitude, It’s a pity not to cultivate immortals.”

The corner of the youth's mouth grinned. Forgive him for being upright and witty since he was a child. He was clearly an old man with half his foot in the coffin. He knew that time was running out, so he randomly selected a lucky audience.

And he, just got close.

"By the way, disciple, teacher..."

Lao Dao coughed several times in a row, and raised his sleeves to cover half of his old face: "Time is in a hurry, I was in a hurry before I was a teacher, and I forgot to ask your name... Uh, what's your name?"

Lubei: "..."

Don't be in a hurry, just looking back at the old marquee, your old man walked for two hours in one go.

"Sages?!"

"Lubei."

"Good name, I am a teacher, and I am the head of the Ascension Sect of the Sanqing Peak of Jiuzhu Mountain. After I die, you will inherit the position of head."

Lao Dao's words brought embarrassment, raised his hand and pointed around, trying to restore the previous seriousness: "You must have seen it, Tu'er, there are outstanding people here, it is the Sanqingfeng Ascension Sect, and you will be the master from today. "

Lubei: "..."

So, Renjie was talking about him, and Earth Spirit meant lush vegetation?

If so, it would be difficult for him to refute.

Obviously, Mo Buxiu's struggles were in vain. When the master and apprentice reported their names to each other, there was no serious atmosphere, and this outstanding Ascension Gate made the atmosphere extremely embarrassing.

The master and the apprentice stared at each other for a while, and then Mo Buxiu explained it. He has a cheerful temperament and has been practicing outside for many years, so it is very reasonable and logical to grow grass at home.

"Okay, apprentice, stop talking nonsense, there's really not much time to be a teacher."

Seeing that Lu Bei was running away, Mo Buxiu took out a Qiankun bag from his arms, took his hand and stuffed it, and said quickly: "The seal of the head and the title deed are all here, and there is also a copy of [ Fetal Breath Supplementing Qi Art] was obtained for the teacher in the far west of Kunlun. Although this book is slanted, it has a very high intention and is a rare book in the world. The teacher's realm is too high, and it is now impossible to practice it. You just got started, it is..."

In the middle of the conversation, Xiu Xiu's eyes were dazzled, and Lu Bei's hand fell, and there was no movement without a sound.

It was so sudden that Lu Bei couldn't believe it for a while. He was still full of energy just now, and Mo Buxiu, who had been crooked for two hours, said nothing, raised his hand and placed his finger under his nose.

Try this!

Snapped!

Mo Buxiu patted Lu Bei's hand away and took a deep breath: "Continue, where did you just say, yes, although I don't have much time as a teacher, I have sent a message to your senior sister Bai Jin, about the practice... Hey, Why is this Qiankun bag in your hands?"

Lu Bei: "..."

"Oh, I remember, this has already been said!"

Mo Buxiu suddenly realized, and slapped his forehead fiercely: "Look at Shi Shi's brain, it won't move before he dies."

You push harder, maybe you really won't move!

Lu Beizhi rolled his eyes, if he hadn't resisted a bit on the way, and found that he couldn't beat him, he would have punched Mo Buxiu hard in the face.

But forget it, the dead is the bigger one, if you don’t fix the rounding, you are basically dead. He is a big living person, and it is purely self-indulgent to care about the dead.

"Teacher, although I can't teach you to practice as a teacher, cultivating immortals is not just practice. There is a saying here as a teacher, and you should keep it in your heart."

Mo Buxiu took out a wooden box from the Qiankun bag and put it in Lu Bei's hands: "The heart of harming others is indispensable, and the heart of defending others is indispensable. Keep this book of [Fetal Breath and Qi Supplement], and don't tell others, not even you. Don't say it, sister."

What does mean, senior sister is not a good person?

Lu Bei frowned, nodded and said nothing. In front of Mo Buxiu, he stuffed the book in the wooden box into his arms.

"So, I have no regrets as a teacher, except..."

said, Mo Buxiu stared at Lu Bei without blinking: "Teacher, have you noticed that you haven't called me Master after you apprentice!"

Being stared at with affectionate eyes, Lu Bei shuddered, wondering if it was an illusion, and he saw full greasy eyes in his eyes.

For a while, the whole person is not well.

Thinking about the process of being forced to apprentice, I feel all kinds of reluctance in my heart, and then I think that there is really not much time to cultivate. Right now, it is very likely that it will be a return to light. After a little delay, the other party will die with regret.

Blame the poor.

In the end, facing the hopeful eyes, Lu Bei took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"Master."

"Good! Good! Good..."

Mo Buxiu clapped his hands and applauded, and then bowed his head with a smile, and there was no movement.

Lu Bei: "..."

Learning from the past, he was not sure whether history could repeat itself, and waited for a while before reaching out to test Mo Buxiu's breath.

Never thought that when the distance between the fingertips and Mo Buxiu was a palm-width, Lao Dao's body quickly turned into sand, and his whole body turned into white ashes.

Lu Bei was stunned, the wooden box beside him rolled up a cyclone, and put the white ash into the box. After a few breaths, the whole thing was completed, and the banquet was just before the end.

"This, but also..."

Lu Bei choked for a while: "It's...convenient."

He put away the Qiankun bag, picked up the wooden box and turned it around in the Taoist temple. After several searches, he finally found a wooden table for worship in the dilapidated main house.

The rear wall looks solid, and the roof doesn’t seem to collapse suddenly. It’s just at the wrong time, and there are already occupants under the table.

A litter of foxes rushed out, screaming for a while, trying to scare off uninvited guests with their numerical advantage.

However, it was of no use. After Lu Bei stomped his feet, the four foxes immediately ran away, got into the hole in the wall and disappeared into the forest.

"The foxes in this world can cultivate into monsters and drive away this wave of residents. Will there be fox spirits coming to seduce me tonight?" Lu Bei put down the wooden box, pondering that he was careless before, thinking that he couldn't carry his shoulders or lift his hands, The standard template of a weak scholar, how to spend the night on the mountain is really a problem.

Downhill?

It is impossible to go down the mountain. When you come, you can see clearly on the road. The stone steps on the mountain road are rugged and steep, which is very unfriendly to him who suffers from acrophobia.

The most important thing is that he is very hungry.

After unsuccessfully trying to open the Qiankun bag, Lu Bei sadly found that he was trapped and died on the mountain. At the moment, apart from the unmasked Senior Sister Bai, there was only the vixen who came back tonight to take revenge.

"I hope Senior Sister will come soon..."

Lu Bei murmured, closed his eyes and opened the panel information.

Name: Lu Bei

Race: Human

Template: NPC

Level: 3

Experience: 250/900

Repair: 30/30

Health: 22/30 (starvation, fright, fatigue)

Main occupation: none

Secondary Profession: Farmer Lv1

Attributes: Strength 2, Speed 3, Spirit 3, Endurance 3, Charisma 3, Luck 3