Daoist, he doesn't understand love

Ling Weiyun didn't expect that he could still be conscious.

He felt pain, his whole body seemed to be taken apart, and then put back together again, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.He also heard the commotion around him, someone shouting in his ear, heartbreaking is not an exaggeration, it made him want to frown, feel sad, and very reluctant.

... Who is this person?

He tried his best to remember, so large movies, complex and vivid images rushed up like a tide.

He saw a little boy, very small, no more than five or six years old, wearing clean white clothes, tied up in a bun, with a round face, pink and cute, but his expression was hard, Ling Weiyun looked at it, inexplicable Feel very familiar.

The child was walking unsteadily on the mountain road, holding a small wooden sword in his hand, passing by several young people with brooms, they all stopped and bowed to him: "Brother."

Ling Weiyun suddenly realized that this was when he was young.

Seeing his young self, he nodded at these people who were much taller than him. He had a straight face and a very serious look. He was still walking unsteadily, and he had already assumed the posture of a big brother.

He walked past a few people, the stone road was high and steep, the child had short legs, and it was very difficult for him to walk, almost unable to stand still, a young disciple next to him wanted to reach out to help him several times.

Fortunately, little Ling Weiyun held the small wooden sword in his hand against the stone slab, stopped, and continued to walk forward with a small face as if nothing had happened.

After he had walked a long distance, he heard the "junior brothers" behind him giggling, and thought he said in a low voice: "Master is really weird, let such a little carrot be our senior brother."

"What are you doing, senior brother? This child, Yuxue, is cute and should be used as the mascot of our Taoist sect."

Little Ling Weiyun paused at his feet, his little face became even more fierce, and he continued to climb up the mountain with his short legs without saying a word.

As soon as the screen turned, the little child had grown up a lot. He looked about eleven or twelve years old, his stature was much taller, and his face was not as round and pink as when he was young, but he still looked like a little boy. In the white clothes that have not changed, the expression on his face is more serious, and his lips are slightly pursed. Although they are still very small, they can already see the coldness in the future.

This time, what he was holding in his hand was no longer a wooden sword used by children to play, but a genuine iron sword, which was slightly smaller than usual swords just to take care of his stature.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man in purple clothes. His sword had dropped to the ground at this time, and he looked at Ling Weiyun with awe in his eyes.The young boy Ling Weiyun held the sword and bowed very politely to the other party: "I have accepted it."

Outside the martial arts arena, there were the suzerain and several elders of Dao Yizong, each with different expressions, one of the elders snorted coldly from his nostrils, and said to the suzerain: "Old guy, you have taught me a good apprentice, so quickly put my The lover was defeated."

Master Fudeng, the suzerain, smiled, stroked his beard, and pretended to be modest and said: "Where is it, Yun'er is still young, please let me go."

Another said: "Yun'er has already broken through Ziyi at such an age, and there will be no ranks for him after that."

The suzerain said: "What's the matter, I simply like white clothes as a young disciple, so I just make another white clothes. In the future, there will be white clothes on top of purple clothes. If I can pass Yun'er's test, I will also be white clothes. It's also to give Yun'er a little vigilance, so that he won't get carried away with his small accomplishments."

The elder whose apprentice lost the competition was still humming, and said, "Come on, if you want your apprentice to be different, just say so, and say something to fear that he will get carried away. Who doesn't know that you, a disciple, are born Just a Taoist heart, the most calm, destined to ascend through the catastrophe. If you want to make him proud, it's better to wait for the iron tree to bloom."

As the elder said, in the following years, apart from Ling Weiyun, there is indeed no other person who can wear white clothes.

The sun and the moon passed by in the mountains suddenly, Ling Weiyun felt that if he only practiced sword practice every day and taught scriptures with all his juniors, he had already grown to the top.

The name of a young genius has been spread far and wide. It has been a long time in the mortal world that no one has been able to ascend to immortality. Now that a number one figure like Ling Weiyun has emerged from the Daoyi School, you may feel that he came here with luck, and he will surely become an immortal in the future. He ascended through the tribulation.

The entire Daoist sect focused on him, the head of the sect and all the elders paid more attention to him, enthusiastically urged him to practice, all kinds of golden alchemy treasures and classics of cultivation filled Ling Weiyun's room, For this reason, a special library had to be set up.Especially Zongzhang, as a divination expert, he has to do divination and divination for him from time to time, predicting when he will ascend.

It's just that during these days, Ling Weiyun sensitively noticed that the master was a little melancholy, holding the yarrow, often in a daze for a long time.

When he asked, Master just looked at him, then shook his head and sighed.

Suddenly one day, the master suddenly called him to the front of the seat, and solemnly instructed: "If you meet a strange boy in the future, don't get entangled with him, leave him early, and don't talk to him!"

Ling Weiyun was taken aback, and asked, "Why?"

The master waved his hand: "Don't worry about it, just ignore it! Don't bother!"

Although puzzled, Ling Weiyun has always respected his master, so he should not mention it.

However, just as he was about to retreat, the master suddenly regretted it again, called him back, frowned, twisted several big knots, and finally gritted his teeth, saying: "Forget it, you will forget what the master said. Bar!"

Ling Weiyun's move was really inexplicable.

I only heard that the master was unwilling, and said helplessly: "This person is destined to be destined to you, and it is your fate. I can decide whether to see or not. And whether you can ascend or not depends on this person." It has a lot to do with it. If you really meet, you can only let nature take its course."

These words are cloudy, Ling Weiyun is young, so he is naturally unpredictable, but he just took the master's instructions and left, and was quite curious about what the master said, that he was a predestined person .

He is talented and intelligent, and he grew up under the attention of everyone. Everyone told him that he was going to ascend to become a fairy, and he himself believed so.Unexpectedly, one day he was suddenly told that whether he could ascend or not depended on another person.

Don't say anything else, there must be curiosity.

After that, in another two years, many new disciples came to the Taoist School, and Ling Weiyun also went down the mountain to practice a few times, met many people, but never encountered any so-called predestined people.

Gradually it will be thrown away, no matter what.

This time he went down the mountain again to help get rid of the evil in the small town at the foot of the mountain. When he returned to the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, he saw his disciples attacking an ordinary boy, so he rescued him.

The boy was not very old, but his eyes were very fierce, twisted and stubborn. When he touched it, Ling Weiyun's heart trembled inexplicably.

In fact, the master never told him that Ling Weiyun didn't know who his predestined person was, his date of birth, his temperament and appearance.

But once they meet, Ling Weiyun can be sure that this person must be a good one.

He observed the young man silently, and saw that he was in a state of distress, with many injuries on his face and body, and both feet were cut by the grass.He couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking to himself, how can he be so miserable and destitute, since he is the one who is destined for him, and it is also related to whether he can ascend.

So I changed him into new shoes, and when I learned that the other party wanted to be a teacher, I invited him to participate in the selection of Zongmen disciples next month.

On the day of the selection, the boy really came.Ling Weiyun didn't preside over the selection, but he was on the mountain with all the elders, and through a few mirrors, he could see the situation down the mountain.

I don't know if it was because the young man was too embarrassing, or what, anyway, Ling Weiyun noticed his existence at a glance, and then his eyes moved down slightly.

Sure enough, he was still wearing the pair of linen shoes that he gave him under his feet, which didn't surprise him, after all, according to the boy's situation, this pair of cloth shoes should be the best thing on his body.To Ling Weiyun's surprise, after so many days, the pair of shoes are still clean and spotless, obviously loved by the owner.Ling Weiyun's face remained motionless, nothing changed, but he was a little happy in his heart.

The elders were all commenting on how the freshmen were doing this year. The master smiled and asked him, "Yun'er, is there anything you particularly fancy?"

Ling Weiyun looked at the young man, but said in his mouth, "Not yet."

The last time we met, he could tell at a glance that the young man had no magic power, and in this regard, the young man had no advantage.But for the disciples of Daoyi School, apart from those who have a certain level of cultivation, it also depends on whether the disciples have the root of wisdom. If they have, even if they don’t know anything, it doesn’t matter. They can still be recruited and cultivate from scratch.However, whether one has the root of wisdom cannot be seen at a glance. This is the meaning of the existence of selection and assessment.

From morning to evening, the young man was pushed to the very back of the queue, until today's assessment was about to end, when it was his turn. Ling Weiyun was also in front of the mirror, and kept looking at him like this for a whole day.

During the period, the elders were bored watching it, each went out for a walk and dozed off, Ling Weiyun didn't move.

When it was the young man's turn, Ling Weiyun focused his eyes on him, waiting to see if there was anything special about this young man, and then he saw the young man was hit in the chest by the pagoda, and was blown away.

Ling Weiyun didn't expect that during the assessment, there was an examiner who blatantly slapped the examinee with such vicious hands. His expression changed, and before he could react, his body was already moving. It flew down the mountain and landed in front of the boy.

After solving the assessment disciple who avenged his personal revenge, Ling Weiyun turned to the young man who was beaten to the ground and asked him, "Can you still wake up?"

The young man was clearly about to vomit blood, but he didn't say a word when he asked such a question, he insisted on propping himself up.

Ling Weiyun raised his eyebrows lightly, but he was a little surprised. In order not to make a mistake, he asked again: "You don't have cultivation, do you?"

The boy hummed reluctantly.

Ling Weiyun nodded, and said: "Hui Ming, as a test student, did not obey the teaching order, and he did something to the test student. The sect has arrested him, and he will be dealt with according to the rules of the sect."

In fact, when he came down, he was alone in front of the mirror.

But since he came down, Huiming must be punished inevitably.

Since the assessment disciple was taken away, Ling Weiyun will naturally continue the remaining assessment.

The young man was also strange. When Ling Weiyun looked in the mirror before, this young man had a vicious look, and he would bark his teeth when he saw anyone, but now he is very honest, what he asked to do, he looked a bit stupid In a daze, he didn't even have any doubts about grabbing a strand of his soul into the pagoda, all he knew was that he agreed.

Ling Weiyun couldn't help but worry a little, whether this young man could break out of the pagoda.

Fortunately, to Ling Weiyun's surprise, the young man came out of the pagoda in less than half an incense stick, and the broken spiritual power even smashed the pagoda into pieces.

Ling Weiyun didn't expect this young man to be so powerful, so he stretched out his hand to catch a trace of the opponent's spiritual power to see.

Seeing this, Ling Weiyun was stunned.