The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

The Xuanji sect has only been established for more than [-] years, and there are not many rules. After meeting the master and explaining what he saw during this trip, Song Han led the new apprentice back to his own Tongxu Peak.

The forests on Tongxu Peak are extremely dense, and there are many strange rocks and hills in the middle. There are 36 sets of large and small formations, and there is a large evil formation that combines all the small formations to exert the greatest effect.The eye of the formation to avoid evil is the place where master Song Han usually retreats, and it is a cave in the stone wall on the top of the mountain.

This cave extends in all directions, and you can go back to the foot of the mountain from one place. There are seven or eight stone rooms in it, one of which contains many books related to cultivation, one is equipped with a gathering spirit array for the master's daily practice, and the other is Song Han's bedroom. , and several other rooms for storing sundries.

Outside the cave, a tall phoenix tree stands on the top of the peak.

A virtual phoenix descended from the sky and just landed in front of Zhou Yan, its eyes were shining brightly, which shocked the latter severely.

This spirit bird is very different from the phoenix imagined by the mortal world, with black and hard scales all over its body, only its face is dark red feathers, its eyes are triangular, its tail is huge and has thorns at the end.The sound is like a snake "hissing", which is extremely unpleasant.

"Bird, go back to the tree."

With Song Han's order, Xufeng flapped his wings and flew obediently to the sycamore tree.

"Teacher, before you learn how to fly with the sword, you can take this bird instead of walking."

"Yes..." Zhou Yan glanced at the ugly and dumb Xufeng again, and replied helplessly.

The world of cultivating immortals is really different from the ordinary world. Gourds are used to fly, birds are used to sit on, stones are used to suck, and every gentleman is rich and rich. There are just a few sporadic people in Yifeng...

Song Han slapped his head, remembering that he hadn't arranged a place for the new apprentice yet, and walked towards the innermost stone room, just about to open it, but seemed to remember something, backed away, and packed up another stone room where sundries were piled up.

Zhou Yan followed his master into the stone room, looked around, saw the extremely clean furnishings, and touched the hard and cold stone bed, not daring to imagine that this was where he would sleep in the future.In the City Lord's Mansion, the rooms of the sweeping grandmas seem to be much more comfortable than here.

Song Han took out a small storage bag and handed it to him, and confessed: "These stone rooms all need to be inlaid with special spirit stones to open. As a teacher, I will pile up the next-grade spirit stones and elixir materials in your bedroom and study room. I will give you the special spirit stone, these rooms, you can come and go freely, after you succeed in drawing qi into the body, you can go to the stone room where the teacher does daily practice and meditate. Do not enter the other rooms without authorization."

"Yes."

"You take this storage bag with you. I put some pills and paper symbols in it for the master. The sect distributes spirit stones and pills to all disciples at the beginning of each month. Remember to go to Tonghui Peak to get them."

Lingshi is the currency used in the world of cultivating immortals.

The stack of banknotes and sword manuals in my package can only be used as table legs... I don't know when this year the spirit servant will deliver a letter to my family, maybe I can send the things back...

Zhou Yan took the storage bag, looked at it horizontally and vertically, not knowing how to open it, and looked at Master helplessly.

It's time to teach him how to draw breath into the body...

"Disciple, come here, and let me see your spiritual root aptitude."

Song Han pressed Zhou Yan's wrist, injected a wave of spiritual power into his body, took out a test stone, and told him to put his hand on it.

A warm air flow shuttled between the mind, body, hands and feet, and even the meridians. After a while, this air flow sank somewhere in the dantian, gradually disappeared, and flowed like water, leaving the body.

Zhou Yan's eyes widened, not daring to relax at all, savoring the first contact with spiritual power.

The dark test stone flashed a green light, the light was not too big or too small.

"So it's the wood spirit root?" Song Han stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I'm a teacher..."

Before he finished speaking, the test stone flickered again, and the light was similar to before, this time it was red light.

"Wood and fire dual spiritual roots, you can cultivate alchemy all the way." Song Han straightened his voice, trying to comfort his apprentice, not everyone has a heavenly spiritual root.

The test stone flashed again shamelessly, this time it was a blue light.

Song Han's face stiffened visibly with the naked eye. I don't know if he should be happy that Xuanji Sect has finally had a disciple whose aptitude can rival his own in 500 years, or he is sad that the new apprentice is also a three-soul root.

However, things are unpredictable, the test stone flickered twice again, the light was neither big nor small, one yellow and one white.

"Master?"

Zhou Yan raised his head and carefully called out to Master Song Han.

There was silence in the cave, and no one spoke for a long time.

Song Han stayed where he was, with only one posture, for a long time, not moving.

His heart was already flooded with ferocious waves, and he seemed to be immersed in the coldest water in winter, letting the ice sword pass through his intestines.

Wulinggen······

It is still rare to meet in a thousand years, such a neat Wulinggen...

Song Han leaned on a surrounding wall with one hand, and right now he had no intention of comforting his apprentice, he just wanted to comfort himself.After all, not everyone is Lu Yingchao!Variant dark spirit roots, three years of foundation building, ten years of alchemy, and one hundred years of formation of Nascent Soul... After all, after all, five spirit root monks also have a precedent for breaking through foundation building... After all, After all, even if his aptitude is poor, I still have skills that I can teach him, so that he will not become useless...

Song Han thought a lot, but still couldn't let go.

Presumably, the luck of his apprenticeship has been squandered by Lu Yingchao, and he may still owe a debt, so Heaven sent Zhou Yan.

He wanted to cry but had no tears, his mood was unstable and he almost lost his temper, so he weakly asked Zhou Yan to go back to his room to rest.

It was night, after the spiritual sense detected that Zhou Yan had fallen asleep, Song Han's old Taoist body turned into a streamer, and Fei arrived at Tongxuan Peak where the head of the sect was.

In the dead of night, the master Xu Xian closed his eyes and meditated. Thousands of candles in the room accompanied him all night long, and his disciple Mu You accompanied him.

A ray of light penetrated into the room.

"Senior brother?"

The light fell to the ground and turned into Taoist Song Han with a sad face.

"Senior brother... Zhou Yan, he... is a five spirit root, or the kind that is particularly neat and impartial..."

Xu Xian was very surprised, "Didn't you test his spiritual root qualification that day?"

"When I was accepting apprentices, I was in a hurry to reconcile with senior brother Pei Yuan. Since the hexagrams showed that he was my destined apprentice, I didn't do anything unnecessary." Song Han said with a dejected voice: "Xuanjimen has been established for more than five hundred years, and it has not been accepted for five years. The precedent of spiritual root disciples..."

"Don't talk about Xuanji Gate, how many five spirit roots are there in the entire world of cultivating immortals?" Xu Xian smiled wryly, his face wrinkled like a ten-year-old boy.

"Then should we send this child back to the mortal world?" Song Han asked hesitantly. After all, after getting along for a few days, the apprentice also called the master for so long, so it was really sad to send him back.

Xu Xian walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and replied, "There is no rush. Wait for a while."

Song Han nodded.

Put this matter aside for now.

Xu Xian was about to continue to meditate, his eyes suddenly went blank, and the alarm bells in his heart rang out, "Muyou, where is Muqi?"

Mu You was taken aback, "My brother said he wanted to go out to relax...it seems to be going to Changle Town..."

Before he could finish speaking, the masters Xu Xian and Song Han merged their swords into one, turned into sword light, and rushed out of the window.

No matter how slow Mu You reacted, he knew something had happened to his elder brother, stomped his feet, took out his natal sword [Remnant Flower], and Yu Jian went after the two of them.

On Tongxu Peak.

Zhou Yan, who was pushed back to rest in the room by his master, got up in the middle of the night, thumped his sore shoulders, felt helpless against the hard stone bed, and planned to get out of bed and walk around.

This is his first night in Tongxu Peak.

Master is not in the room.

Zhou Yan opened the door of the cave somewhat desolately.

During the day, Master seems to be very disappointed with his qualifications...

Before drawing Qi into his body, and being unfamiliar with Tongxu Peak, Zhou Yan didn't dare to go far from his master's cave.It's just that, right now, his heart is congested and he feels inexplicably uncomfortable, and he really wants to go out to get some air, so he walked around the cave for a while.

There is a cliff not far behind the cave, which is bare and no grass grows, and you can't see the bottom when you look down.

Sitting by the cliff, Zhou Yan was blowing the cold wind. Not long after, he felt better, and was about to get up and go back to sleep when a breeze blew by his ears, bringing a small fragrance of flowers.He was stunned in place, looking up at the top of his head, slowly, a few pink petals fell gently, and he caught them with his palm, it turned out to be cherry blossoms.

Where did the cherry blossoms come from here?Besides, it was still November.

There are many strange things in the world of cultivating immortals, Zhou Yan shook his head, no longer thinking about the cherry blossoms, threw the petals back into the air, and turned back to catch up on sleep.

Song Han did not return overnight.

Zhou Yan sat in the stone room, picked up a small flower, and tore off petal by petal, whether the number was odd or even, after a while, the ground was full of scattered petals.

Outside the cave, the screaming Xufeng suddenly disappeared, Zhou Yan was a little surprised, and hurried out of the door, thinking that the master had returned.

The visitor was dressed in a crimson Taoist robe, standing facing the wind, his ink hair was flying, and his eyes under his sword eyebrows were staring at Zhou Yan coldly.

"Step aside!"

It's good that this person is more polite, but Zhou Yan's rebellion was aroused by being so arrogant.Thinking of him as a majestic tyrant in Yancheng, he has only been a bully since he was a child, and he has no part in being bullied!

"Who are you? Why did you come to our Tongxu Peak..."

Before he could hold his breath for a second, the man swung a Qi fist and punched Zhou Yan against a wall.

"asshole·······"

Zhou Yan covered his left face, picked up a stone, and threw it at the visitor.

As soon as the person's ears moved, the stone turned in the air and hit Zhou Yan's right face heavily.

"It's not over for us!" Zhou Yan's heart thumped, and he rushed over to wrestle with that person.

The visitor suddenly turned around and fixed him in mid-air, neither up nor down, unable to struggle, unable to move.

"Your name is Zhou Yan, right?"

"Hmph, I also know your name, Muqi, right?"

Zhou Yan, who was a little dazed by the beating, rummaged through his memory and finally got a little impression of the person in front of him.

"That's my brother!"

As Mu You said, he aimed at Zhou Yan's chin and punched him again, causing the latter to open his mouth to bite him in pain.

"Want to bite me? Just rely on you trash with five spirit roots, don't even try to touch my heel in this life!"

"What is Wulinggen?" Zhou Yan widened his eyes and panicked, thinking of the Wudaoguang that disappointed Master so much.

Mu You sneered and replied: "It's really fair, your senior brother abolished my brother's golden core, and destiny made his senior brother a five-spirit root."

Zhou Yan's head was buzzing, and he couldn't understand what he said at all.

"When you see me later, it's best to take a detour."

After Mu You left this sentence, he didn't even enter the door of the cave, and left Tongxu Peak directly.

After half an hour, with a "plop", the fixing spell on Zhou Yan's body was released and he fell to the ground.

The whole body was extremely stiff and painful, Zhou Yan rubbed his swollen face, obviously he should be thinking about "we are not finished", but he couldn't help but think about the "five spirit roots" that Muyou said.

Half walking and half crawling back to the stone room, Zhou Yan collapsed on the bed.

The full moon was in the sky, another day passed, and the master hadn't come back yet.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but lean on the desk and write letters to his parents.

The first letter wrote that he entered the Xuanji Sect, and was not used to living and eating. He seemed to be disliked by his master because of his poor qualifications, and he was also bullied by his classmates.

Wiping away the tears on his face, Zhou Yan thought for a while, tore up the first letter, and wrote again:

"My son has arrived at the Zongmen. It occupies a vast area, the house is spacious, and the interior is gorgeous... the same family is friendly, and the teacher takes care of him. In just three days, my son is so happy that he can't think of leaving. I am really ashamed of the two elders... ····

He didn't learn anything, he didn't know how to draw qi into his body, he couldn't absorb aura, and he was running the Xuanji Sect's unique kung fu.

The excitement when he first came to the world of cultivating immortals was gone.

It was midnight again, and Zhou Yan lay flat on the stone bed, tossing and turning, finally feeling sleepy, and smelled the strong aroma of wine wafting from the cave.

Following the direction of the scent of wine, Zhou Yan came to the innermost stone chamber of the cave.

The door is not closed.

The master didn't know when he came back. He was opening a jar of fine wine and pouring it into his own mouth.

Zhou Yan was taken aback, he had never seen each other like this before, when the two of them were in Mortal Restaurant, the master always only added a small glass to add to the fun, how could there be such a battle like this.

"Master?"

Out of the corner of Song Han's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the little disciple who got into this stone room, and said drunkenly, "Mmm..." He pressed the wine jar and continued to pour it into his mouth.

"Master is like this... is it because of me?" Zhou Yan lowered his head and asked in a low voice.Master's shocked expression yesterday, and Muyou's sarcastic words today, he is not a fool, he understands that his aptitude for cultivating immortals seems to be very poor.

"It has nothing to do with you." Song Han dropped the wine jar in his hand, squatted halfway in front of him, and touched his head. "Go back to sleep. Master will teach you to draw Qi into your body tomorrow."

"Master is really alright?" Zhou Yan naturally didn't want to be coaxed back like this, and still didn't know anything.

Song Han walked past him, walked back, pondered for a moment, and said, "Zhou Yan, I want you to make an oath as a teacher!"

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