I, Panda, am super fierce!

Seeing Yi Zhou like this, Si Heng finally couldn't help laughing.

"Is junior brother too harsh? He's only a child of how old." A person next to him suddenly said.

Feixian Peak is not very big, the person who came here has a high level of cultivation, and his spiritual consciousness spread out, so he naturally saw the scene just now.

"Let senior brother laugh at you." Si Heng put away the smile on his face, and slightly nodded at the person: "My apprentice, I can still bear such a little thing."

"That's true." The person who came came laughed dryly: "I think my junior brother was quite strict with himself when he first started cultivating. If I..."

Before he finished speaking, a look of reminiscence appeared on his face: "Let's not talk about it, I was the one who watched the foundation building back then, but it was only a few hundred years ago, and I left the senior brother behind."

Xuanze has been here for a long time, beating around the bush all the time, Si Heng was impatient, and asked with a frown, "What do you want me, brother?"

If it wasn't for Xuan Ze's sudden approach, Si Heng should be staying next to Yi Zhou now. Although he can see the scene with his spiritual sense, he still feels that something is missing.

Xuan Ze sighed, his brows were tightly frowned, as if it was difficult to speak, Si Heng waited for a long time before he heard him say: "I heard that my brother's alchemy a few years ago caused a catastrophe?"

Si Heng nodded.

"I don't know..." He licked his lips, his expression nervous: "I don't know what kind of elixir the younger brother practiced?"

In the realm of comprehension, there are only a few kinds of pills that can attract a catastrophe, if... if it is what I think!

Xuanze's whole body tensed up, and he quietly clenched his fists, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"An ancient prescription practiced casually is useless." Si Heng didn't tell the truth, but asked instead: "Brother, why are you asking this?"

Xuanze didn't believe it: "Where did you get the ancient prescription, and what effect does it have?"

After finishing speaking, I woke up that the question I asked was a bit out of bounds, and smiled again: "Brother, don't get me wrong, brother is just a little curious."

He was more than three hundred years older than Si Heng, but he looked old. When he laughed, the skin on his face wrinkled into deep grooves, like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree.

After a little thought, Si Heng knew what Xuanze was for.

It was estimated that he had just left the customs, and when he heard some unclear news, he excitedly came to ask. After all, the other party was almost at the end of the day.

"Brother, if you want to find longevity pills from me, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Si Hengduan sat on the chair with a cold expression: "I don't practice longevity pills, and I don't need this kind of pills."

Si Heng's words were impolite, Xuanze would not be happy to hear that, his face shrugged, and the corners of his lips drooped: "Junior Brother, don't talk too much."

Si Heng smiled and said nothing.

"Senior brother really didn't practice longevity pills?" Even if he was upset, Xuanze didn't intend to go back to the house. He stared at Si Heng with scorching eyes: "If junior brother is willing to give you the pill, you can keep it in the treasury for you. pick."

Si Heng raised his eyebrows.

Although Xuan Ze is a talented Yuan Ying and has a distasteful personality, but as a closed disciple of Feiyun Daoist, he has a lot of good things in his private collection, saying this makes him quite moved.

Just a pity.

Si Heng shook his head: "It's really not."

"I know." Seeing that his attitude does not seem to be fake, Xuan Ze finally got up disappointed, walked to the door, and turned back to Si Heng and said, "Does Junior Brother know the news about Shou Yuan Guo?"

Si Heng shook his head.

Shouyuan fruit is the main material for refining longevity pills, but this kind of fruit has never appeared in the cultivation world for thousands of years. Xuanze asked, but he was holding the last ray of hope.

As soon as Xuanze walked away, Si Heng reached the edge of the cliff with his back foot. He walked slowly to Xiaotong's side and flicked on his forehead.

Yi Zhou stopped the story he made up and told, and raised his head in surprise, his eyes were about to light up: "It's time!"

"No." Si Heng interrupted his delusion unceremoniously: "It's still early, I'll watch you and don't be lazy."

Yi Zhou was shaking all the time, trying not to fall down, and murmured, "I'm not being lazy."

There was a breeze blowing by, bringing a little coolness.

Yi Zhou felt a little more comfortable. He cast a grateful glance at Si Heng, but saw that the other party made a chair out of nowhere, half leaning on the reclining chair at this time, and was leisurely reading the book.

Yi Zhou: ...

I feel a little unbalanced.

He pouted and turned his head angrily, not wanting to look at him.

However, a person who was originally quiet, at this time, his sense of presence has become extraordinarily high, and the pages of books are turned extraordinarily loudly.

Yi Zhou endured and endured, and finally couldn't help but turned his head and asked, "Can you keep your voice down?"

His forehead was sweating, his little face was thin red, his lips were a little dry, and his eyes were wide open to express dissatisfaction. He was pitiful and cute.

Si Heng put down the script according to his words, and looked at him with a smile: "Tired?"

Is not this nonsensical?

Yi Zhou couldn't bear it long ago, and now he is completely holding on. What Du Miao Ru Nian was talking about was his current state.

"Or let's end here." The person next to him said, "Take a break first."

Yi Zhou turned to look at him, there was a drop of sweat streaming down his forehead, landing on his eyelashes, he blinked and shook off the sweat, and then he saw Si Heng's expression clearly.

The other party's expression was calm, lifeless, and it didn't look like he was joking.

Yi Zhou's heart was slightly shaken.

He was really too tired, his lower limbs had become numb, and his mind was clouded. Si Heng's words were like the dawn that suddenly appeared. He even wanted to nod without hesitation the first time he heard it.

Just as he was about to agree, Yi Zhou remembered the sword moves he had seen before.

He looked at the person next to him, and thought to himself what was this person like when he practiced sword?Are you just as tired and crying like him?

But he is so good now, it must have been very hard before, if he gave up lightly, would he never be able to practice swords?

Si Heng could see the struggle in the little guy's eyes, he waited quietly for a while, and even got ready to pick him up, but finally saw Yi Zhou shaking his head.

"Why?" He didn't answer.

It took a long time for the other party to react after hearing it. Instead of saying the reason, he murmured and asked, "How long is it?"

Si Heng said, "Less than two quarters of an hour."

"Oh, that's coming soon." Yi Zhou nodded, then turned to him after a while and asked, "What are you looking at?"

In Si Heng's hand is an unfinished book. There are many simple villains in the book, holding swords in various postures. Although the picture is simple, it reveals a spirituality, as if the villains inside can move at any time stand up.

This is what he prepared for Yi Zhou. The paper is not ordinary paper. The picture is carved with divine thoughts, and there is still a trace of his sword intent attached to it. He plans to show it to his disciples later.

But hearing Yi Zhou's question, Si Heng didn't tell the truth. He used a trick to make the book look densely packed with words, and then showed Yi Zhou: "The script."

"Then..." Yi Zhou stretched his neck and didn't see what was written on it, so he asked directly: "Then can you read it to me?"

Si Heng was surprised, and said: "Yes." Holding the book in his hand, he flipped through a random place and started talking.

The story is very vulgar. It is a story about a mortal lady who meets a poor scholar. The scholar and the lady met and fell in love in a ruined temple, and they went through hardships because of their different identities.

The little guy squatting beside him listened for a while, and then asked, "Why does the lady live in the ruined temple?"

"If you don't stay in the temple, you won't meet scholars."

"Then let them meet in other places."

Si Heng frowned, thought for a while and said, "Scholars are poor, and if they are not in the ruined temple, they will not meet in other places."

Yi Zhou groaned, and said, "Then why do you have to make them into a couple?"

The story was made up by Si Henggang. It was adapted from a real incident he heard hundreds of years ago. He had almost forgotten the ins and outs of that incident, and now he directly found a very unreliable excuse.

"It's probably the instruction of heaven."

"Is that so?" Yi Zhou never thought that Tiandao would take care of this. He didn't know what to say for a while, held back for a long time, and asked again: "Is it a quarter of an hour?"

Si Heng said soon.

The two were chatting, distracting their attention, and Yi Zhou didn't feel that the time was too difficult, but he was not satisfied with Si Heng's story, so he suggested, "Why don't I tell you a story."

Si Heng said yes.

Yizhou organized a prophecy and said, "The story happened in a place called Jiushigou. There was a child named Jiang Wa'er. Jiushigou was very poor. There were six brothers and sisters in Jiang Wa'er's family. They couldn't eat enough. So my parents decided to sell the old Wujiang baby."

"Wait." Si Heng interrupted him: "You said that Jiang Wa'er is the fourth child."

"Is that so?" Yi Zhou's mind was confused, and he seemed to be the fourth child after careful recollection. He was a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "That's my memory."

Si Heng said slowly: "There are more."

"Ah?" Yi Zhou turned his head.

"You little baby, you have never been out of Tai Yanzong, how do you know that you will sell your son if you don't have enough to eat?"

Yes, how did he know?

Yi Zhou was stunned when he heard it, his eyes were confused, his mouth was biting unconsciously, frowning in thought.

After thinking for a long time, Yi Zhou suddenly remembered that he seemed to have lived his whole life.

In the previous life... What was the previous life like?

Yi Zhou couldn't remember it, and the more he thought about it, the more he got a headache. His brows and eyes were frowned, and he raised his head in great grievance, saying that he just knew.

His eyes were wide open, tears were dripping from the corners of his eyes, but Yi Zhou didn't seem to notice it, and his expression was stupefied.

Si Heng sighed, stood up, walked to Xiaotong's side, and wiped the water from the corners of his eyes for him: "I don't want to."

Yi Zhou groaned, squeezed the last tear from his eyes, leaned against Si Heng's hand, and whispered, "I don't remember."

"I'll remember it later." Si Heng touched his head in front of him, removed the spell from Yi Zhou's leg, and reached out his hand to catch his fallen body the moment the spell was removed.

The weight that suddenly disappeared from his legs made Yi Zhou unable to maintain his balance. He fell into Si Heng's arms, looked up at his chin, and asked, "Is the time up?"

"It's here." Si Heng picked him up, and while talking, he used spiritual energy to relieve his tense muscles.

Yi Zhou was already extremely tired, and fell asleep after being held down. Si Heng carried him back, undressed him, and put him in the Lingquan.

The spiritual energy in the spiritual spring was subconsciously absorbed by Yi Zhou, nourishing the physical body. In his sleep, Yi Zhou snorted twice, turned his head and rubbed Si Heng's arm, and fell asleep again unconsciously.

For a while after that, Yi Zhou got up early and went to squat on the edge of the cliff.

The squatting time has increased from one hour to one and a half hours. After a long time, Yi Zhou's body has adapted, and he doesn't feel how difficult this time is.

After squatting in the horse stance, he still needs to learn spells. Compared with the swordsmanship that he has not yet touched, Yi Zhou's flying cloud step is very good. Steady, this thing is not too difficult.

Feixian Peak has been very lively recently, people come and go almost every day, Yi Zhou heard a few words by chance, it seems to be related to his apprentice acceptance ceremony.

The time for the apprenticeship ceremony has been set, and it will be half a month later.As time drew near, Yi Zhou became more and more nervous.

I don't know what it will be like then, Yi Zhou thought, put his legs up, and started to meditate every day.

When he was busy practicing zama step during the day and practicing at night, when he was thinking wildly when he had free time, Si Heng brought him a person.

"This is Elder Gong from Shangongtang. He is here to tell you about the things you should pay attention to on the day of the ceremony."

The elder looked quite old, actually a generation younger than Si Heng, with a kind smile on his face.

After listening to Si Heng finished speaking, he bent down slightly and said to the slightly nervous Yi Zhou: "Junior Brother, don't be nervous, it's all very simple matters."

Yi Zhou nodded slightly, followed the elder to the side, and listened to him explain the process of the grand ceremony to himself.

Generally speaking, the grand ceremony is really simple. Yi Zhou only needs to kneel down and ask Si Heng to bind his hair. After the hair is tied, he takes a drop of blood and lights the soul lamp. Zhou bowed to Si Hengfu and saluted, and the ceremony was completed.

There is basically no movement from the beginning to the end, only the last prostration.

Elder Gong said that he wanted to worship gracefully, and he couldn't lose Tai Yanzong's face.There are requirements for how to shake the sleeves, how to lower the body, and what volume and tone to use when calling Master.

He demonstrated it first, then stood up and asked Yizhou, "Do you understand?"

Yi Zhou nodded.

"Then junior brother, you can try."

"Okay." Yi Zhou replied, knelt down on the futon, flicked his sleeves like Elder Gong, lowered his body, knocked his forehead on the back of his hands, and said in a crisp voice, "Disciple Yi Zhou pays homage to Master."

After he finished speaking, a pair of boots suddenly appeared in front of him, with Si Heng's voice above his head. "Apprentice, please get up."