Master regards me as the way of heaven

Ye Zhiqiu said inwardly that he was not good, although he said that this was a helpless move to save his life, and there are many people in this world who want to get involved with Immortal Master Dan Yunzi, but it would be very ugly to expose him on the spot.

Fortunately, I am going to the Wuliang Xianzong, so I won't affect the impression of Xianmen's choice because of this matter.

I only heard Ye Zhiqiu's unforgettable voice from that hidden place——

"Why do you know that the people of the Canglan Dao Sect are here, and why don't you leave quickly?"

Although this person was in a dark place, his voice was candid.

The red-clothed demon cultivator turned cold, and said mockingly: "It is said that you Canglan Daozong is rich and powerful, but you can't even afford a set of decent clothes for your disciples. What a shame, why don't I send you to the Hehuan Sect for you."

When Ye Zhiqiu heard the word "Acacia Sect", he took a few steps back immediately. Although they are all practicing, this Acacia Sect is the only sect he can't stand. They practice Qi and heart, but this sect has the worst reputation , to cultivate with the technique of double cultivation and supplementation.

"People look down on you." The man on the tree said in a flat tone, and it was reasonable to say that he looked down on you.

Fat San tugged at Ye Zhiqiu, and softly asked what kind of sect the "Acacia Sect" was. After learning about the sect, he was impulsive and blurted out: "It looks beautiful, but if you put on makeup and powder and soak it in a group of women, it would be terrible." No!"

A flash of red light flashed across the Moxiu Liuli's beautiful eyes, and a whip appeared in the air with his right hand, and swung in the direction of Ye Zhiqiu and Ye Zhiqiu with a "shua".

Fortunately, when Ye Zhiqiu heard Fat San's words, he pulled him back quickly. The demon cultivator didn't use much strength to deal with the two low-level people, so the two of them barely avoided a blow.

Moxiu stroked the whip with his left hand, and raised one corner of his lips: "It's a little bit capable."

Ye Zhiqiu grabbed Fat San's hand and pinched it vigorously. Fat San jumped in pain immediately, and cursed at the demon cultivator: "Fatty Master has opened his eyes today, and the one who draws like a woman is still playing with a whip, we You can't go to the Hehuan Sect, it's useless to practice it."

I saw that the whip in Moxiu's hand, which looked like a vulgar thing just now, was instantly entwined with red lightning, and hit them again.

The speed of this blow was far greater than before, and even the air was scorched hot.

Seeing that Fat Sanyan couldn't hide, he hurriedly covered his eyes, but Ye Zhiqiu opened his star-studded eyes wide, watching the back of a black cloak flashing in front of him without blinking.

As soon as the man raised his hand, he formed a barrier, easily blocking Moxiu's attack. Seeing that Moxiu was about to attack again, a cloud of mist rose from his feet, and he appeared in front of the opponent in the blink of an eye. There was no need to make a move, the man had already withdrawn his whip.

To have this ability of teleportation, the realm has already been above Nascent Soul, and it is meaningless to fight any longer.

The black cloak said coldly: "Mortals are not allowed to fight in the world. The Dao Sect and the Demon Sect have already agreed. Since you call yourself 'this seat', you should have some face."

Moxiu didn't want to say anything more. When he just watched the show, he just deliberately revealed a little of Canglan Daozong's cultivation. He never thought that he had a magic weapon of the hidden realm. He just waited for him to break the rules and use magic skills It was only justifiably that he made a move.

At this time, Fat San noticed that the wind direction had been adjusted, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He smiled happily and was about to add a few insults, but Ye Zhiqiu tightly covered his mouth.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled, and shook his head at Fat San.

He only withdrew his hand after the demon cultivator left.

"Ye Zhiqiu, you almost choked me to death!" Fat San patted the loose flesh on his face.

Ye Zhiqiu replied disapprovingly: "We can be ignorant to provoke that demon cultivator, and he will be forgotten in a few days, but if he suspects that you and I are deliberately humiliating him with this immortal master, I am afraid it is your fat The face is imprinted on his memory."

"It can fly around, so great ability, will you still care about me?" Fat San muttered, but his voice was much lower, if Ye Zhiqiu hadn't written the word "swear him" on his arm just now He dared not take the initiative to find trouble even if he had gained thirty guts.

"Ye Zhiqiu?" The black cloak repeated the name, but ignored the other party's movement of saluting, turned around and stepped in front of him, with the index finger and middle finger together, and the fingertips pressed against his eyebrows, seeing that he did not resist at all, indifferent There seemed to be some smile in his voice, "Do you trust me?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't speak, but looked at the other person firmly. Although he couldn't see his face, he had the feeling that the other person was looking at him.

He naturally trusts him. In his previous life, he was plotted against by someone, and he fled to this forest overnight after being informed by Fat San. The young man who has no strength to restrain a chicken, let alone encountered some kind of magic cultivator, even wild wolves can end him life.

Perhaps it was due to the low luck of luck that he saw the light. This man in a black cloak who couldn't see his face clearly was the one who saved his life in the forest in his previous life and passed on his thoughts.

At that time, Ye Zhiqiu kept in mind the few words that this person left behind seemingly unintentionally. After pondering over and over again, he realized something in his heart, drew his breath into his body, and stepped into the fairy gate half a step.

Many years later, when Ye Zhiqiu made a breakthrough in the way of cultivation, he finally understood what karma is. The more advanced a person is, the less likely he is to cause karma with ordinary people. Enlightenment lies in the individual, and Ye Zhiqiu seized the opportunity.

At this time, he felt a ray of warm spiritual flow penetrating into his sea of ​​consciousness. With this person's state, if he just wanted to know his cultivation level, he could use his spiritual consciousness to detect it like that demon cultivator. Is it for his memory?

Ye Zhiqiu is not afraid that he will see the memory, and even the matter of rebirth does not have to be hidden from him. Without this person, he would not have survived until he was reborn. Can......

"You want to call me Master?" The man in the black cloak withdrew his hand, and his voice was a little more gentle.

Looking at Ye Zhiqiu's eyes that were instantly ignited, what he said was not much warmer because of his gentle tone.

"But I have no intention of accepting disciples."

Ye Zhiqiu's face was somewhat flushed with embarrassment because of his whimsical wishes. The demon cultivator said that this person studied under Canglan Daozong, and he just lied about it in the name of Danyunzi Immortal Master. He should have no chance in this life. It is justifiable to call him Master.

Hope, disappointment, and then there should be despair.

The man shook his head and sighed softly: "The direction you are heading to should be the place chosen by the Wuliang Immortal Sect. People who refine Qi with the Canglan Dao Sect's mental method have no chance of being chosen."

Ye Zhiqiu really didn't know that the mental method he cultivated was the number one sect in the world, how bad his luck in his previous life must have been, that no one reminded him until he died, and he didn't even expect to go to the Canglan Taoist sect.

"Although your bones are not very good, but your heart is still stable, you can deal with that demon cultivator, and you know how to provoke him to lead me to take action. If you didn't worship Wuliang Xianzong with all your heart..."

"I want to go to the Canglan Dao Sect!" Ye Zhiqiu couldn't bear it any longer. Although luck is important, practice can change one's destiny against the sky. Right now is the opportunity that he wants to seize the most in two lifetimes. Looking at his performance at the moment, it is obvious that he has not followed suit. In my own memory, I know that the mental method was taught by him.

It is the way of heaven that does not allow people to see through the secrets of heaven.

Ye Zhiqiu's tone was a little firmer: "Master, you don't want to accept disciples today, maybe it's because the opportunity hasn't come yet, and in time, I will show you my efforts in Canglan Taoist Sect, and call you "Master" in a legitimate way." !"

"It's good to be determined, but the Guilai Town where Canglan Daozong chooses is in the opposite southwest direction." The regret in the black cloak's words is not concealed, "Even if you are not dragged down by your friend, with you With the foot strength of the first floor, it may not be too late to start immediately."

Ye Zhiqiu chuckled, picked up the burden between himself and Fat San, and said, "If it weren't for Fat San, I might have arrived in Shanlin Town long ago, lost the election, and had no chance to meet the immortal master. Now how can I say that he is a master?" drag."

"Zhiqiu, that person said that I don't have spiritual roots, and I'm just a layman. This is not far from Shanlin Town. You and I will part ways here. You can rest assured to find the fairy fate." Fat San took his burden and smiled. Simple and honest.

Ye Zhiqiu patted Fat San on the shoulder, walked up to the black cloak and saluted, and said, "Thank you, Master Immortal, for letting me know the direction. When I send Fat San to Shanlin Town, I will definitely catch up with you after traveling day and night."

"No regrets?"

"If I leave him here and suffer, I will regret it."

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and Ye Zhiqiu was about to look up to see what happened, but saw a hand as white as jade pulling the cloak covering his face even lower.

His gaze has completely fallen on the white clothes of the person in front of him, not daring to miss a single detail. The white clothes are better than snow. The circle is embellished with golden feather patterns, and there is a cold ice crystal bead in the middle of the belt.

Is this white silk hanging down from her upper body a hair ornament or tassels?

"Although I don't know where you got this idea, but since you and I are predestined, it's okay to help you once. Your friend has no roots, and I have a good place for him. Can you trust me?"

When Ye Zhiqiu heard this, he immediately nodded his head yes, but the man chuckled lightly, and said nothing.

Seeing that the figure in white disappeared out of thin air, he immediately took off his cloak and looked around, but there was no trace.

If he immerses himself in regret too much, he will only miss more. He put out the fire and set off to the southwest.

This cloak is the magic weapon of the hidden realm that the demon cultivator said. When Ye Zhiqiu folded the cloak that still had the body temperature, he felt warm physically and mentally, and his will was firmer. Don't worry about wild beasts and demon cultivators discovering it, and naturally the pace will be much faster. .

It was already dusk three days later when we arrived in Guihui Town, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the dusty ground of the town, and it was like a golden light.

Ye Zhiqiu folded the cloak carefully, put it in his bag, and hurried to the place where the crowd gathered.

In the center of the crowd, on a high platform, a young woman with a dignified appearance and dignified attire said loudly in a solemn tone: "Today is the last day of my Canglan Dao Sect's choice here. The sunset will last. If anyone under the age of 15 , those with excellent talent or those with supernatural powers can come here to test their roots."

Everyone in the audience murmured that if there is a fairy fate, they should have come here. Now that the fairy has principles, didn't the other two fairy elders say that they can leave.

All eyes suddenly turned to the stage, and saw a plainly dressed young man with a high ponytail bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, saluted respectfully, and said: "There is me."