Ku Rongti

Within the continent, human beings prosper, dynasties change, prosperity and decline.

Outside the mainland, in the boundless sea, there are three fairy mountains—Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou.

On the fairy mountain, there is abundant aura, there are countless monks, there are countless magic weapons, and it is not a place for mortals to set foot on.

Ordinary people admire immortals and call them "three islands outside the world".

Penglai monks are good at using hundreds of weapons, and they are respected by swordsmanship; Abbot monks are good at alchemy, and they are also supplemented by medicine and poison;

And Chu Deng is a sword repairer from Yingzhou.

After listening to Chu Deng's words, Sang Shiyi was shocked.

"Are there really immortals in this world?" He asked the biggest question in his heart.

Chu Deng smiled: "How could it be? The monks are just a little cultivated, and their life expectancy is longer than ordinary people."

He was so light-hearted, but Sang Shiyi suddenly had many thoughts in his heart.

He thought, Chu Deng is also a monk, right, so his appearance hasn't changed at all over the years.

He thought, Chu Deng's lifespan was much longer than his own, so would Chu Deng be sad when he died?

As soon as this thought appeared, it was like a flood, setting off a turbulent wave in his heart out of control.

Chu Deng coughed lightly: "Eleven, are you willing to take this road?"

Sang Shiyi suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Chu Deng blankly: "Huh?"

Chu Deng was amused by his reaction, and flicked his forehead lightly with his fingers: "Why, are you dazzled by this huge surprise?"

Sang Shishi asked back, "Do you want me to become a monk?"

Seeming to be choked by his question, Chu Deng frowned and thought about it, then nodded and said, "Think."

"Okay, then you can teach me how to do it." Sang Shixi took a stool and sat opposite Chu Deng.

Chu Deng held his wrist. The young man's wrist was slender. Due to his long body, he didn't have much flesh, and the protruding wrist bones were a bit painful.

Chu Deng rubbed it involuntarily, feeling that something was wrong, and tried to cover up his face: "You don't eat more when you are tall, and you are so thin, no wonder Aunt Zhang always said that I treat you badly."

Sang Shishi didn't notice anything wrong, and snorted, "Every time I let you eat meat, what should I eat?"

He even spoke up!

Chu Deng felt that he was too imposing as a master.

Chu Deng slowly injected a bit of spiritual power into Sang Shishi's body, and walked along his meridians, the more he walked inward, the deeper the surprise on Chu Deng's face.

Cultivators are not born, even the monks on the three islands have just started to practice, and the elders have to open up the meridians.Opening up the meridians will inevitably encounter blockages, so the elders will forcefully unblock them, so that the younger generations will know the process of spiritual power wandering, and complete the first spiritual power cycle.

This process is called "marrow washing", and the degree of difficulty of marrow washing varies according to people's talents.

The meridians are born like this, and if they are forcibly opened, it will inevitably be accompanied by pain.Chu Deng has seen a child who couldn't bear this pain choose to give up and was expelled from the three islands.

Originally, the road of cultivating immortals is to cross a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses, and it is difficult to get started. It is common sense for those who are not firm or naturally cowardly to give up.

After all, this world cannot accommodate so many ascetics who go against the sky, and someone has to give up to make room for future generations.

But Chu Deng found that the trace of spiritual power in Sang Shishi's body was not hindered in the slightest during the process of wandering, and there was even a weak force from his meridians guiding his spiritual power forward.

This is what made him pick up some shit luck. There was a precious puppet art genius lying on the bed, and a born monk sat in front of him.

As far as talent is concerned, if his dead ghost father knows, he can come alive and snatch his apprentice from him!

The more Chu Deng thought about it, the more beautiful he felt, and he couldn't help laughing silly. The little girl sitting next to him in a daze habitually gave him a paw: "What are you laughing at?"

"Liuli, I found a treasure!" Chu Deng happily shared with the girl, and only then did Sang Shishi know that the girl's name was Liuli.

No, why is the name so familiar?

Sang Shishi suddenly remembered the name of the white cat, looked around and found that he hadn't seen the beast since he entered the door, and said in horror: "You are Liuli!?"

Chu Deng: "It's her."

Liuli: "What's wrong?"

Sang Shishi: "..."

If he had known that Liuli was a "girl", he wouldn't have hugged and teased her on weekdays...

Not long after, Chu Deng completed Sang Shiyi's spiritual power cycle, and withdrew his hand contentedly: "Do you remember the direction of spiritual power? In the future, you will perceive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, try to absorb it, and use it for yourself .”

It was too fast, and Sang Shiyi's first spiritual power cycle was also too fast.

Even Chu Deng used to spend half an hour in those days.

As for Sang Shishi, it took only one stick of incense for Chu Deng to let that strand of spiritual power travel through his eight meridians.

What a genius.

At this time, Jing Gu woke up, looked at Sang Shishi and Chu Deng blankly, and said in surprise, "Mr. Chu!?"

Chu Deng looked at him with a smile, and waved Sang Shiyi to meditate by himself, and asked Jing Gu, "Do you still remember what happened?"

Jing Gu felt guilty: "Haha..."

Chu Deng gave him a shudder: "Abduct my apprentice, right? If you don't sleep in the middle of the night and go up the mountain to meet your lover? Don't you just die? What's so interesting, do you know where your little life was almost lost?"

"Isn't this not dead..." Jing Gu retorted subconsciously.

Chu Deng was so angry that he fell back, but he didn't forget the business. He stuffed the wooden ball into Jinggu's hand, and sure enough, he saw a faint fluorescent light on the wooden ball, which made Jinggu's whole body shrouded. A halo.

"Fate..." Chu Deng sighed.

Jing Gu didn't understand, so he held the wooden ball in front of his eyes in amazement.He knew that Eleven had been wearing this thing close to his body all the time, but he didn't expect it to actually glow!

Chu Deng was persuasive: "Try to focus all your attention on the wooden ball, close your eyes, and tell me, what do you see?"

Jing Gu did as he said, and after closing his eyes for a few breaths, he frowned slightly, and said with some uncertainty, "Is...a puppet?"

Chu Deng was horrified, but asked calmly, "What kind of puppet?"

"Uh..." Jing Gu's eyebrows frowned a little deeper, but he was affirmative: "It's finely crafted, life-size, but without clothes."

"Can you see your face clearly?"

"Every detail is revealed."

Chu Deng: "Open your eyes."

Jing Gu opened his eyes, looked at the wooden ball even more surprised, and then at Chu Deng: "Is this thing worth a lot of money?"

The small wooden ball that can glow must have been cast by the fairy, and it must be very valuable!

One sentence dampened Chu Deng's joy of picking up a genius, and made Chu Deng wish to strangle this puppet wizard who was not born in the world to death here.

"No prospect." Sang Shixi thought silently while meditating.

Liuli rolled her eyes at Jing Gu, a country bumpkin: "It's different if you haven't seen the world."

Jing Gu had no sense of self-esteem at all, and asked shamelessly, "Does that mean this thing is really valuable?"

Chu Deng struggled to suppress his urge to strangle Jing Gu, grabbed the wooden ball and said, "Jing Gu, do you want to become a monk?"

Then he repeated what he had just told Sang Shishi about the "Three Islands Outside the World".

Jing Gu was stunned and fascinated, and nodded without hesitation: "Yes, yes!"

Then he asked, "Then I'm going to call you Master from now on, Mr. Chu?"

This remark made Sang Shishi a little upset. When he thought that Jing Gu might be called Master Chu Deng, Sang Shi Shi wanted to strangle Jing Gu to death first.

"No." Chu Deng shook his head, looking at the wooden ball with more nostalgia: "Since this small wooden ball brought you into the door, you should call its owner, Master."

"Oh, where is my master?" Jing Gu asked.

"Dead." Chu Deng said lightly, "He is my senior brother, who used to be the best puppet master in Yingzhou. This thing is his relic."

Jing Gu felt a little regretful: "Then...what's my master's name?"

"Jiang Qi. Now I will accept you as an apprentice for him. You can call me uncle in the future." Chu Deng put the wooden ball back into Jing Gu's hand.

"Puppetry is the art of controlling other things for one's own use. Generally speaking, only puppeteers who have cultivated to become gods can control living things."

"However, a mortal like you who doesn't even have a trace of spiritual power can actually use the wooden ball as a medium to directly control the surrounding stones and trees, which can be regarded as a genius."

"I can only say that I don't know much about puppetry. Before going to Yingzhou, I will teach you how to practice Qi. When you go to Yingzhou, you will be able to meet your great apprentice who was accepted by your dead master when he was alive. He will teach you how to practice Qi." You puppetry."

Sang Shixi next to him suddenly opened his eyes: "Going to Yingzhou? Didn't you say that you are waiting for someone here?"

Chu Deng looked at him like a fool: "I said wait here, do you really believe me?"

Sang Shishi: "..."

Chu Deng: "Besides, the reason why there are only monks on the three islands is because all the spiritual energy in this vast world gathers there, and the spiritual energy on the mainland is thin, and it will not be possible to build a foundation if you practice here for a lifetime."

Jing Gu suddenly grabbed Chu Deng's sleeve: "Are we leaving here?"

Chu Deng looked at him inexplicably: "Otherwise?

Jing Gu pursed his lips, and subconsciously grabbed the skirt of his heart: "Am I... going to say goodbye to the shopkeeper?"

Sang Shishi looked at him and nodded, "I'll go with you tomorrow."

Chu Deng stretched out his hand to hold Jing Gu's wrist, feeling that his wrist was thinner than Sang Shishi's.

What's wrong with young people nowadays, will they die if they eat more?

Seeing Chu Deng holding Jing Gu's wrist, Sang Shishi felt inexplicably uncomfortable, so he turned his eyes away, got up and walked out: "I'll go find him some clothes."

The two of them were brought back by Chu Deng in disgrace, and Sang Shishi didn't even change his clothes.

When he came back, Chu Deng had already completed a spiritual cycle for Jing Gu.

Chu Deng once again lamented how lucky he was, and picked up two treasures at once.

Jing Gu's talent is not as bad as Sang Shiyi's. Sure enough, there are more people on the mainland, and there are more geniuses.

It's a pity that he was born in the wrong place. If it were on the three islands, I don't know how many people would have their heads squeezed and want to accept him as an apprentice.

Jing Gu felt that he should not hide it, so he hesitated and told Chu Deng his secret: "Chu... Uncle Master, I... I actually have a heart disease."

Chu Deng was surprised: "You have heart disease and dare to run up the mountain in the middle of the night? You are not small!"

Sang Shishi didn't even know about this, and frowned at Jing Gu.

Jing Gu sticks out his tongue: "This is called carpe diem, uncle, you don't despise me, do you?"

Chu Deng waved his hand: "It's okay, I have a way to cure you when I go to Yingzhou."

Jing Gu looked at Chu Deng in surprise, and almost jumped on him and hugged Chu Deng in gratitude.

Liuli turned back into the cat's form again, nestled in Chu Deng's arms and was carried out by him.

Jing Gu and Sang Shishi slept in Chu Deng's room, and Chu Deng sat in Sang Shishi's room in a daze.

"Liuli, do you think I should go back?" He asked Liuli, as if talking to himself.

Liuli yawned: "How do I know?"

Chu Deng took out his saber, drew it three inches, and stared at the sword inscription on the sword in a daze.

On that sharp sword, there are two upright and simple characters engraved: Kurong.

"I don't know if Ying Zhou still welcomes me."

Chu Deng sighed and lay down with his clothes on.

A gust of wind sprang from his fingertips and extinguished the candle.