Daoist, he doesn't understand love

Ti Ye didn't really want to go over and let him touch her.

Although the old man said his words and deeds were weird, he was still alive after being so old, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was not something to be provoked at first sight.

To be honest, he was a bit cowardly.

Ti Ye stood on the spot, showing hesitation, Ling Weiyun seemed to see his hesitation, patted his shoulder, and said: "Don't be afraid, go."

After Ling Weiyun said so, Ti Ye gritted his teeth and really walked over.

Sitting cross-legged in the gossip formation, Fu Deng was facing Li Huo. Ti Ye walked in front of him, not sure whether to pay respects, but saw a flash of light in front of him, and the two arms of Fu Deng stretched out like lightning. Grabbing Ti Ye's shoulders, he stretched his tendons and stretched his bones, until all the bones in Ti Ye's body cracked.

Ti Ye was shocked, only thought that the other party was going to break him, so he wanted to struggle, but his head was held down by the other party, his temples were just under the other party's fingers, and he didn't even dare to move.

Fu Deng squinted his eyes, touched Ti Ye's head all over, and let out a voice of doubt from time to time: "It's weird, it's weird..."

Ti Ye felt cold sweat dripping down.

After an unknown amount of time, Ti Ye's back was already wet with cold sweat, and finally he heard the old man Fudeng yell, "Take it!"

The two withered arms returned to their sleeves like lightning flashes, Fu Deng closed his eyes tightly, stroked his eyebrows, and remained silent for a moment.

Ti Ye actually felt his feet go weak.

In the silence, someone suddenly said: "Master, what do you think of him?"

Fu Deng opened his eyes and looked at Ling Weiyun.

The latter looked calm and composed, as if he hadn't noticed the strange atmosphere in the hall at all.

Fu Deng stroked his eyebrows again, not responding to him, just looked away, looked at Ti Ye again, and suddenly reprimanded: "You kid, your heart is full of distracting thoughts, and you don't have any pure thoughts. I'm afraid someone will take you in." To be a disciple is to take on the responsibility of being a teacher in vain, but you can't restrain your heart and lead you to do good, but you will be dragged down endlessly."

These words are too heavy, it can be said to be heartbreaking.

Ti Ye's complexion changed instantly, from blue to white, and pale for a moment.

But the old man continued: "However, you are full of demons, but there is always a thought in your heart, and you will not be bent by it. I think it is because of the relic pearl in your body, which helps you to understand your mind—" —However, with this thought, I still don’t know whether it is good or evil, whether it is a blessing or a curse.”

Ti Ye heard him talking nonsense, but she revealed that there was a relic in her body, she was startled and frightened at the same time, afraid that he would see her real body and not spare herself.

But Fu Deng didn't talk about anything else, he just kept counting with his hands in his sleeves, and finally he sighed and said: "Forget it, let it be... It's God's will, I can't refuse to teach you this karmic obstacle to find me. "

Ti Ye could no longer understand what the old man was talking about.

Unexpectedly, his knees suddenly hurt, and it was a stick that hit his knees. Ti Ye didn't expect it, so he bent his knees and fell to his knees.

Ti Ye was already confused, and was reprimanded, and now he was hit by this blow, he couldn't help feeling angry, and said angrily: "What are you doing!"

As he spoke, he was about to get up from the ground.

However, his shoulders seemed to be pressed by two mountains, and he couldn't get up no matter what.

Fu Deng sat cross-legged in front, closed his eyes, seemed to be very disgusted, and didn't even look at Ti Ye, and shouted: "Those who don't know etiquette, don't kneel down and call Master!"

Ti Ye was even more angry in his heart, he thought that I came to learn art from a teacher, not to ask for a beating, bye bye!

Then he said loudly: "I won't worship!"

Fu Deng said: "It's up to you now."

After finishing speaking, Ti Ye only felt her head and neck being pressed forcibly by something, bent her back, touched her forehead to the ground, and kowtowed three times heavily towards the floating lamp.

Ling Weiyun watched from a distance, only felt that this apprenticeship ceremony was very hasty and child's play, so Ti Ye stopped talking, worshiped and scolded at the same time, and the elder with white eyebrows, Master Fudeng also showed unwillingness, with an expression on his face Faintly defeated, there seems to be a kind of disheartened heart.

Ling Weiyun felt a shudder in his heart, inexplicably frightened.

However, after paying homage to the teacher, Ti Ye became an inner disciple of the Daoyi Sect, and practiced with many brothers and sisters on the Taiji Peak.

Ti Ye now has to get up before dawn every day, first pick spiritual plants, water the spiritual fields, and then do morning lessons with disciples of the same rank.In the afternoon, I practice various arts and discuss with my disciples. Sometimes my master and my uncles will come to give lectures to them if they are not in retreat.In the evening, I have to take evening classes and read many scriptures and miscellaneous volumes.

Over the next month, Ti Ye didn't feel anything else, only felt that her two arms had become very powerful, able to resist a hundred catties of rice, and walking like flying on the mountain path was not a problem.

And although the old man Fudeng seems to hate him very much—of course, Ti Ye is also annoying him—but the disciples of Daoyi Sect rarely see this nominal master. Retreat, rarely appear in front of people, especially in the past two years.

Since there is no need to see the old man, it will naturally not affect Ti Ye's mood, and there are three meals a day in the canteen of the sect, there are vegetables and meat with a big steamed bun of white flour, Ti Ye has never eaten so full Fan, after one month, I feel that my pants are too short.

Therefore, in Dao Yizong, Ti Ye lived quite happily.

Except for one thing.

Daoyi Sect is a hundred-year-old sect with a grand sect, many disciples, and a strict hierarchy.It was only after Ti Ye entered the sect that he realized that the disciples in the sect are divided into grades, and disciples of different grades do not live together. The morning training is also carried out separately, and the division is very clear. There is a difference.

For example, he just entered the sect and has not yet passed the level evaluation and assessment, so he belongs to the lowest level of disciples and can only wear indigo clothes.That day's assessment disciple, Huiming, was wearing a blue suit, and he passed the annual level assessment, moving up one level from the indigo suit.Further up there are purple clothes, and above the purple clothes are white clothes.

However, Ti Ye heard from gossip that at present there is no one else in the Taoist school wearing white clothes except Ling Weiyun.

This is only on the main peak. As for the following disciples who pass the basic assessment, they can decide to study one of the skills, and then they will be assigned to other sub-peaks, and continue to practice with their peak masters. That is another situation.

Anyway, due to various reasons, Ti Ye, who was a low-ranking disciple, had never seen Ling Weiyun since that day when he became a teacher.

In fact, it's not that low-level disciples can't see high-level disciples at all. After all, they are all on the same mountain, and they can still meet when they wander around occasionally. However, the big disciples under the patriarch's seat are obviously not the kind of people who like to wander around on the mountain.

In addition, high-level disciples occasionally go to the low-level disciple hall to give lectures, which is Ling Weiyun's responsibility that cannot be avoided.

Every year when new disciples come in, Ling Weiyun will be used by the sect to make him a living signboard to show his face in front of all the new disciples. After a month of beatings, the students who begin to doubt their way of cultivating immortals will be given a little bit of life. hope, and a bright future.

So after a lapse of a month, Ti Ye finally saw Ling Weiyun again in the lecture hall.

Ling Weiyun was still dressed in white, embroidered with flying crane badges, a cloud-patterned belt around his waist, and a sapphire ring in his hair.

It was more formal and clearer than what Ti Ye had seen before.

Among the disciples present, most of them have never really met this legendary elder brother, and they are doing trivial jobs every day, either doing odd jobs or running errands, and most of the students they see in class are those with white beards longer than their hair Old man, although he is very immortal, it is obviously not seductive enough.

Now seeing such a person with a godlike temperament and an extraordinary appearance appearing in front of his eyes, there was a burst of exclamation, which filled the lecture hall.

There are many female disciples in the hall, after all, their hearts are not lost, all of them are flushed, they dare not look at this senior brother directly, but they are reluctant to move away.

Ti Ye saw herself, front, back, left, and right, staring at the people on the stage in front of her, showing yearning, especially those girls, whose faces seemed to overflow with spring, and felt very unhappy.

I thought to myself: What are you doing staring at people’s faces? Is it written on it the way to attain Tao that you want?

I can't wait to press their heads down one by one.

Ling Weiyun seemed to be accustomed to the commotion in the hall, so he didn't take it seriously, knocked on the scripture in his hand, and said: "I should have lectured on the scriptures with you today, but I think Master Zhenlingzi has already talked to you very well about these things. Clear, now I want to talk to you about something else."

As soon as the words fell, someone stood up from the audience and said, "I want to ask, senior brother, is your cultivation really as powerful as the rumors say?"

Ling Weiyun entered the Tao with sword cultivation, and became a baby at the age of 16. He challenged the heroes in the conferences of various sects, and finally defeated the first disciple of Wanjiange, and won the first place in the sword sect that year, attracting countless attention Among them, there is admiration and admiration, and naturally there are doubts and dissatisfaction.

Ling Weiyun looked at the person who asked the question. The latter looked about the same age as him, and had a sword on his back. He was already a sword cultivator before entering the Taoist sect, and his strength should not be weak.

"I have never heard of any rumors." Ling Weiyun said, "If you are talking about winning the championship at the Zongmen Conference, then it is not a rumor."

These words actually sounded a bit arrogant, but when it was said by Ling Weiyun's expressionless face, it seemed to be a matter of course, as it should be.

The disciple didn't show disrespect at all, he just said: "Yes. I have long admired the name of senior brother, this time I can enter the sect, the only hope is to be able to fight against senior brother and get advice from senior brother."

Ling Weiyun said: "Disciples in the sect are not allowed to compete in private. You should have recited the rules when you first started."

The other party obviously knew about it, but they just refused to give up. Someone whispered: "Don't waste your time, senior brother is not here to fight with you."

The man looked anxious for a moment, and suddenly lifted the corner of his robe, knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said: "I only have this wish in my heart, so I have tried every means to enter the Taoism. If I can fight with you, I will immediately There will be no complaints even if you quit the sect!"

It turned out to be a martial idiot.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, Ling Weiyun seemed to sigh, and said: "How about this, I will stand still here and receive the move with one hand, if you can attack me with three moves, you will be considered the winner. Even if the winner is decided, it is not a fight with you."