After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Inside the mirror.

Chen Zun naturally did not believe what the white-haired old man said.

He is a wild boy who has spiritual roots. It is impossible for Zhao Lingyun, who comes from an extraordinary background, to not have spiritual roots.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the white-haired old man gave the answer.

"My sister must have been born with heat poison when she was pregnant. This heat poison had already destroyed all her foundations. This time I used the Ice Vein Cold Fruit as a supplement to completely remove the heat poison."

"I predict that if it weren't for the protection of some expert, my sister would have died long ago. Not to mention her spiritual roots, she is a great blessing among misfortunes to be able to survive until now."

What the white-haired old man said was half true and half false.

Because when I checked Zhao Lingyun's pulse for the first time, I found that she had no spiritual roots, and the five elements were scarce, so she couldn't sense spiritual energy at all.

As for the fake part, he opened his mouth and said it without fear of Chen Zun seeing through it.

After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Chen Zun's head was buzzing.

a long time.

He was unwilling to ask the white-haired old man again.

"Can't you cultivate immortality without spiritual roots?"

"cannot!"

The white-haired old man shook his head repeatedly.

"Is there no other way? For example, replenish the spiritual root!"

"childish!"

The white-haired old man was amused by Chen Zun's thoughts, and said leisurely: "There are so many monks in the world. I have never heard that people without spiritual roots can cultivate immortality. Besides, how can one sense spiritual energy without spiritual roots? As for the method of replenishing spiritual roots, I don't know." Whether there is, even if there is, the price is very high.”

Chen Zun's expression darkened, and his mood hit rock bottom.

When the white-haired old man saw this, he did not comfort him, but looked at him with burning eyes.

"Since you have such high-quality spiritual roots, I would like to accept you as a disciple and teach you the method of cultivating immortals. Are you willing?"

If it were before he obtained the spiritual pattern inheritance, Chen Zun would naturally be ecstatic and would have agreed long ago.

But he already had the Bixue Sword Technique, and Zhao Lingyun didn't have the influence of spiritual roots, so he wasn't very interested, so he didn't speak.

The white-haired old man frowned, not very happy.

If it were anyone else, they would have knelt down and grabbed the ground with their heads, crying for their father and mother before agreeing.

But this kid kept silent, which was not normal at all.

"you are not willing?"

Looking at the white-haired old man's darkened face, Chen Zun subconsciously wanted to tell him that he had obtained the spiritual pattern inheritance.

But somehow, the corpse outside the cave on Hanmang Mountain suddenly appeared in his mind, and he shut up in time.

"I am willing."

"Okay, great."

The white-haired old man laughed, and his expression suddenly became stern.

"Why don't you come and see Master soon!"

So fast?

Chen Zun complained in his heart, but he still went over to kneel down and bow to him.

"Disciple Chen Zun pays homage to Master!"

"My good disciple, please wake up quickly."

The white-haired old man stepped forward and helped Chen Zun up, and said: "Since you and I have the title of master and disciple, we can't call me doctor or doctor. My surname is Master Mo, which is a single word. From now on, you can just call me Master Mo." .”

Chen Zun nodded.

"I haven't slept all night. I'm a little tired as a teacher and need a rest. I'll ask you to take care of your sister during the day."

"Then Master Mo, take a rest early. I'll just watch over here."

Chen Zun felt a little ashamed when he saw the tired look on Mo Wu's face. Zhao Lingyun got better thanks to his intervention, so he also asked him to rest early.

Seeing that my disciple is so sensible. Mo Wu looked at Chen Zun with even more admiration.

Then he patted this cheap disciple on the shoulder and told him: "You should also have a good rest. Come to the master's room in the evening and I will teach you the method of cultivating immortals so that you can enter the path of immortality as soon as possible."

After saying that, Mo Wu left the medicine hall, hung the no-diagnosis sign outside the door, and went back to his room.

Chen Zun watched him leave, then moved a round stool to guard Zhao Lingyun.

As a monk in the alchemy stage, he is still in good spirits without sleeping.

Moreover, this was the first time in so many days that he had time to look at Zhao Lingyun's face. As he looked at it, his eyes became much softer.

He is no longer an orphan, but has relatives he can care about. It feels good to have a sister.

"Sister, I will definitely find a way for you to become an immortal!"

The boy held the little girl's hand and whispered something in a firm tone.

……

Zhao Lingyun looked at Chen Zun, who showed infinite tenderness in the picture, and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Her long-lost memories slowly came to mind.

I seemed to hear that magnetic bass sound again.

"Yun'er, if anyone bullies you, you must tell your brother and he will help you beat him!"

"Yun'er, my brother got a good thing while traveling. It's of no use to me. It's just right for you."

"Yun'er..."

The gentle voices from the past echoed in my mind as if it happened yesterday.

Her eyes slowly became moist.

If nothing had gotten better.

It’s a pity that there is no if!

……

Inside the mirror.

The scene continued, quickly skipping over some irrelevant things.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark again.

After dinner, Chen Zun lit an oil lamp and used a cattail leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes for Zhao Lingyun.

Mo Wu, who had slept all day, also walked out of the room.

However, Mo Wu looked a little haggard at this time, not as if he had slept, and his face was even pale.

Chen Zun was a little confused, but he didn’t think much about it and said quickly:

"Master, you haven't had any rest, okay?"

"I'm a little tired. That's what happens when you get old. It doesn't matter."

Mo Wu nodded. Although he looked tired, he looked a little too excited. He added, "Follow me as my master. I will officially teach you the method of cultivating immortals tonight."

"Oh."

Chen Zun responded and stood up.

"Wait a mininute."

Mo Wu said something, then waved his sleeves, and a small green flag appeared in his hand.

He muttered something in his mouth, waved it hard, and saw a flash of green light, the small flag disappeared, and the entire building was wrapped in an invisible and mysterious force.

After doing this, Mo Wu turned around and met Chen Zun's puzzled eyes. He explained with a smile.

"In order to prevent the process of teaching the skills from being affected by unexpected situations, we have arranged a set of formations for the master to be prepared. Come on, follow me."

After saying that, Mo Wu took the lead and walked in front.

Chen Zun had no doubt that he was there and followed him obediently.

Pushing open the door, Chen Zun discovered that the decoration in this room was surprisingly simple.

No bookshelf, no bed, nothing.

If anything, there were two cattail pans for meditation in the middle of the room, and a half-person-high bronze furnace on the other side, which seemed to be used for alchemy.

Chen Zun was a little curious. This cheap master usually practiced hard enough, but he didn't know whether he was meditating or sleeping when he rested.

"Come and sit down."

Just when Chen Zun was looking around curiously and thinking wildly, Mo Wu called him over and pointed at a cattail tray for him to sit down.

Chen Zun sat down on the Pu tray.

At this moment, a beam of light shone from the roof and enveloped Chen Zun, while blood surged under the catwalk, and several illusory blood ropes tied him up.

Chen Zun's expression changed, and he instinctively wanted to use his spiritual power to break free, but he didn't expect that all his spiritual power seemed to be imprisoned and could not be used at all.

He could only struggle hard and when he was about to speak, Mo Wu took out a yellow talisman written in blood and stuck it on his forehead.

At this moment, Chen Zun was unable to move or even speak.

"Don't waste your energy. This is the forbidden spirit formation and soul-fixing talisman that Master spent half a day setting up. Even the pill-forming monks can't escape."

Chen Zun was shocked and had a bad feeling in his heart.

What on earth does Mo Wu want to do!