I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

The son of heaven, the proud son of heaven who condenses the great luck between heaven and earth, was born underground to deal with a catastrophe in the three realms 2 years later.

Unexpectedly, Qin Chiyu was the son of heaven.

No wonder he practiced so fast.

No wonder he was possessed by a demon, and would directly determine the fate of Lu Wanxian's failure in ascension.

"The son of the heavenly way has been born in the Zhongzhou Imperial Palace now, with pure royal blood. This time is different from the previous life. In order to facilitate the host's success in accepting apprentices as soon as possible, I specially modified the chance and brought the birth of the son of the heavenly way earlier." The young man said a little Said proudly, and paused for a while, as if waiting for Lu Wanxian's compliment.

Lu Wanxian replied indifferently: "My seat... Lu, I'm afraid I can't help you much."

At this time, he has accepted, I am afraid that he is really reborn, first of all, he has a cultivation base, from the Mahayana stage, directly fell to the post-Golden Core.Secondly, the foreground plants, the varieties of flowers and trees planted between the bamboo fence and huts, the objects and tools stacked in the corners, and the orientation of the tables, chairs and beds in the shabby interior are all exactly the same as before.

At this time, his master Master Dongming had just ascended to the ascension, and he was left alone in the barrier of Dongming Island. The barrier of Dongming Island was indestructible, and it was impossible for anyone else to have seen such a scene.

Therefore, it can be presumed to be reborn.

Now that he can be reborn once, Lu Wanxian still has a few things he wants to do.

The only thing is to accept the Son of Heaven again as a disciple.

It is best not to get half of karma with him.

"How come, you are the master of the Son of Heaven. Few people in the world can get this honor. Tiandao will only hand over the Son of Heaven to the person he trusts the most." Engaging in his work as the best messenger of heaven.

"Let's go to Zhongzhou quickly!" The young man urged cheerfully.

Lu Wanxian didn't move, he closed his eyes and rested for a while, got up to tidy up the sundries in the room, scrubbed the tables, chairs and beds, and didn't stop until the windows were clean.

Afterwards, I took a nap, got up to fetch water and firewood, and took a slow bath until the sun set to the west, and then I went out refreshed.

The Heavenly Dao system waited for a long time, thinking that the host must have been seriously injured after experiencing the torture of soul fragmentation and recovery, and it is understandable to rest for a while.

Seeing that he recovered this time, he urged him a few more words.

"You said you have the most complete information database in the cultivation world, but do you know which event He Guangli was set up to commemorate?" The system chatters a few more words.

"To commemorate Dongming's ascension."

"That's right, what about Dongming Island?"

"This question is too simple. Dongming Island is the place where Daoist Dongming's lifelong practice is the most powerful in the universe. It is the first of the Twelve Blessed Lands. There are spiritual veins underground and spiritual springs in the mountains, which are enough to nourish an ordinary person in ten years. The foundation is built during the year, and the island is rich in fragrant snow trees, which can clear the mind and eyesight, and make people look young, as well as rare birds and beasts such as octagonal parrots and horipi snakes."

"That's right. Since my master came to this island, he has set up an enchantment, and it will be strengthened every 300 years, so that we can have a moment of peace." Lu Wanxian said, "Now my master is ascending in the daytime, and the cultivation world Recalculating the year based on his ascension, it can be said that everyone in the world knows that I am the only disciple left on this island who has not yet cultivated into a Nascent Soul, what do you think others will think?"

The Heavenly Dao system took a deep breath: "Want...to kill people and seize the island?"

Lu Wanxian looked towards the sky, where there was a pale golden light film, which was almost imperceptible in the afterglow of the setting sun: "That's right, outside the barrier of Dongming Island, I'm afraid there are already ambushes full of forces of all kinds, I'm going out rashly now, Undoubtedly to die."

"..." The Heavenly Dao System was confused, "Then what should I do?"

"Now I'm starting to retreat, and I'll cultivate the Nascent Soul first, and then make plans."

"But..." the Heavenly Dao system was in a hurry, "But the Son of Heavenly Dao has already been born, he is a mortal, and he can't wait that long!"

Lu Wanxian grabbed the front of the front with both hands and stretched it downwards. He was wearing a water-colored blouse and a light ink robe from distant mountains, looking like a fairy: "That's his business."

Suddenly there was a sharp whistle in the distance, and something came through the air.

Lu Wanxian raised his sleeves, and he held a palm-sized golden-red bird with long tail in his hand. He took out a letter rolled into a small tube from the golden bird's claws.

Dear Lord Lu Island:

I am delighted to hear that Daoist Dongming has achieved great cultivation and ascended to the upper realm.Master Lu, who inherited the mantle of Daoist Dongming, must be an unworldly genius with a promising future ahead of no limit.The Xuanmen Ceremony of Promoting Immortals is coming soon, and it is a great event to guide and guide the young. We specially invite Master Lu to come to the main peak of Xuanpu to serve as a judge.

The head of Xuanmen and the elder Qifeng

As soon as Tiandao System saw this letter, it eagerly suggested: "Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity of the Immortal Promotion Ceremony to leave the island once, and with the invitation letter from the head of the Taoist sect, those three sects will not dare to act rashly?"

Lu Wanxian chuckled, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was remembering something.He folded the letter several times, hung it back on the golden-red bird's claws, waved his hand, and the bird flew out with flapping wings.

"what do you mean?"

"Don't go."

"why??"

"Lu is currently practicing in closed doors, so he can't go."

Lu Wanxian stepped out, and the silver-like moon had just hung on the top of the tree, painting the shadows of the tree crookedly all over the ground, and a night wind with the fragrance of flowers blowing by, it was a good time to go to Yongyueyan to absorb the essence of the moonlight when.

Outside the barrier of Dongming Island, the night was getting dark.

Two figures float in the void, one green and one brown.

"Peak Lord Sheng, the letter has already burned a stick of incense, why is there no movement at all?"

"Probably preparing luggage."

"It's true, this village boy, who has never seen the formation of the main peak of Xuanpu, must have packed up all his belongings in a hurry. Hey, it's just a pity, he will never reach the main peak of Xuanpu."

I stayed for another three quarters.

"It hasn't come out yet. The letter hasn't been delivered, has it?"

"Impossible. The octagonal golden red bird is the messenger of Dongming Island, the only creature that can freely enter and leave the enchantment of Dongming Daoist."

"That means that Murano Xiao'er doesn't plan to come out. At least he should come out to say hello. It seems that he doesn't pay attention to Master Sheng at all."

The man in green snorted coldly, turned his hands away, turned around and called out twelve disciples in yellow clothes, telling them to stay here to guard the barrier, and went straight away.

It's all here, even if the village boy surnamed Lu can't shrink back, he should go in and find out.

The brown-clothed man's eyes fell on the golden mist, and he squinted and revealed a secretive smile.

"Flicking edge"——

The next moment, the man in brown disappeared out of thin air, and an octagonal parrot with a long tail appeared in the air.

The bird slammed into the barrier.

"Ouch!"

The man in brown yelled in pain, showed his original shape again, and fell back. He rubbed his head and looked at the barrier unwillingly. Like picking it apart.

Not far away, the man in Tsing Yi who sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power sneered.

"Do you really think that this little trick can fool the barrier of the sect's number one master, Master Dongming?"

With one step, the flying sword broke through the clouds and went away through the fog.

Lu Wanxian sat cross-legged on the big blue stone, put his hands on his knees, blocked the noise of the heavenly system in his ears, and began to practice.

Consciousness gradually returned to tranquility, but a familiar scene appeared in the darkness...

"Who is in the hall?"

In the very bright hall because it is close to the sky, between the thick jasper pillars surrounded by four people, white clouds flow, golden mist floats, and there are many monks in green clothes standing densely at the bottom of the white jade steps.

Where Lu Wanxian stood, a vacuum was automatically formed, and no one wanted to stand with him.

"Headmaster, this person claims to be the direct disciple of Dongming Daoist, the next generation successor of Dongming Island." A cold voice drifted past his ears, and Lu Wanxian turned around to see that he was a very handsome and tall man in Tsing Yi, The man in Tsing Yi met his eyes, but his glazed pupils showed extreme contempt, as if he answered for him, he had already surrendered his status, and he was unwilling to have anything to do with him again.

"Hahahaha, Master Dongming's direct disciple? Master Dongming is the most powerful person in the universe, and I am an example of the orthodox sect of Taoism. If he knows it in heaven, he will be forcibly apprenticed by a villager with a scorched face and scantily clad clothes. Isn't it true? Do you want to go down to earth again?"

"Senior brother is right, I think this village boy is just greedy for Dongming Island's paradise, and wants to take advantage of Dongming Daoist's ascension!"

"It's heartbreaking!"

For a while, the hall was humming endlessly, as if there were countless crows and sparrows making noise at the same time.

"Don't make any noise." The headmaster's bell-like voice came from above, shaking the discussion below.

"You, do you have anything else to say?"

This time, the head's voice came directly at Lu Wanxian.

There was nothing in front of Lu Wanxian's eyes. They talked loudly just now, and they were concentrating their true energy. After hearing what they said, Lu Wanxian only felt that his blood was surging, and his legs could hardly support him. Escaping from here is just to go to Xuanpu's promise...

He didn't want to seek a false name, and he didn't care about the judges of the Immortal Promotion Ceremony, but this Xuanmen is the master's sect, and it is the master's affiliation. An invitation from Xuanmen is like a letter from his hometown.

Master will definitely want to come.

The master had not explained to him the matter of the Xuanmen, so he was promoted, but he must hope that he can get along well with the people of the Xuanmen.

However, since receiving this invitation letter, Lu Wanxian has never had a moment of peace. When he left Dongming Island, what greeted him was endless tossing, chasing, misunderstanding, and humiliation.

"Nothing."

Lu Wanxian in the vacuum center lowered his head, and the letter tightly clutched in his hands was crushed into powder unconsciously.

Lu Wanxian sighed, pulling back a trace of spiritual consciousness that was stuck in the past.

The time had passed so long, he thought he had long forgotten that embarrassing past.

However, having said that, where did I get the self-confidence back then, to use my Golden Core Stage cultivation base to be the judge of the Great Immortal Promotion Pawn for the disciples of the sect?

Forget it, don't think about it so much, let's cultivate the Nascent Soul first.

300 years later.