Botmaster

Hearing being named, Tong Wu hurriedly pulled his thoughts back and talked to the old shaman.

The old shaman was friendly and didn't take Tongwu's absent-mindedness to heart. Instead, he chatted with him about some things that young people like nowadays. To Tongwu's surprise, the old shaman was familiar with modern society taller than him!Moreover, he is not only friendly and funny, but also very knowledgeable. He told Tong Wu a lot of interesting things, and the time of climbing the mountain became less boring.

"Young man, sometimes mountain climbing is also a kind of practice!" the old shaman said to Tong Wu.

Looking at the old shaman, Tong Wu felt that his eyes were very deep, eyes full of infinite tolerance.

The old shaman was busy talking to Tong Wu, and Yan Jingchen, who was playing the leading role just now, became a foil now, but Yan Jingchen was happier than anyone else when he saw the respected elders recognize his Taoist companion.Because of Tongwu's special status, Yan Jingchen couldn't help but feel a little worried. The last thing he wanted to see was that the people around him couldn't tolerate Tongwu. Fortunately, he was lucky enough. His disciples, younger brothers, younger sisters, master, and even this guy who never cared for him The old shamans added gave him unlimited support.

The old shaman looked at the sky and said, "Times have changed! It's too fashionable for you young people to fall in love these days. If it wasn't for Jing Chen's uprightness, the old shaman would have thought he was going to use some kind of magic..."

Obviously with a teasing tone, Tong Wu could tell that he had never had any doubts about his same-sex relationship with Yan Jingchen. He is a knowledgeable old shaman, and he has lived for a long time. In the past years, I have seen too many things go wrong, and my biggest wish is no longer to ascend to immortality, but to see that the juniors I am familiar with and even the whole cultivation world are safe.

At an altitude of more than 7000 meters, ordinary people need to go through untold hardships to climb such a height, but these monks have the unique advantage of transcending ordinary people. It is easier than ordinary people to climb to such a peak, whether it is imperial objects or step by step. too much.It was also because it was so easy that when he stepped on the last step, Tong Wu even felt unreal. It was the first time he saw the Kunlun School from such a distance, and it was so grand that it was unbelievable!

"Let's go, it's getting dark, and it looks like it's going to snow again, let's go into the house." Yan Jingchen said to the old shaman.

A group of five people walked through the huge Kunlun Square and entered the main hall.

Hong Sui and the others had been waiting for a long time, and the moment they saw the old shaman, they all surrounded him happily. This scene reminded Tong Wulian of the Korean Pictorial that he had read before - a group of young people surrounded the great leader, Sing praises.

Dazed by his terrible association, Tong Wu stuck out his tongue in his heart, feeling particularly embarrassed for the old shaman.

The old shaman smiled and chatted with these lovely juniors. Even a paralyzed person like Lan Yue couldn't help but look a little bit more after seeing the old shaman.

"Hurry up and sit down, what are you doing here? Don't you think the old shaman is not tired enough to climb the mountain?"

After Yan Jingchen said this, everyone remembered to invite the old shaman to sit down, and there was another burst of crowds, and the old shaman took his seat.

On the round table are some special fresh fruits from Kunlun Mountains. These are things that cannot be seen in the world. The flat peaches from the legendary Queen Mother of the West and the Peach Banquet are also placed in it.In addition to these rare fresh fruits, there were also some pastries on the table, exuding a sweet fragrance, Tong Wu sniffled, these sweet smells made him extremely hungry.

Ziqing winked at Tongwu, meaning: You can eat all these things.

Some disciples offered tea, and the Biluochun brewed from the pure snow water of Kunlun Mountains was fragrant, and the curly tea leaves slowly stretched in the water, with a graceful posture.The old shaman took a sip, put down his teacup and said, "The excellent Biluochun is fragrant, but I still like our Tibetan buttered tea." His tone revealed infinite reluctance and nostalgia.

Everyone: "..."

Tong Wu was very sensitive, he glanced at Yan Jingchen, and Yan Jingchen also noticed the strangeness in the old shaman's tone.

He closed the door of the main hall with a wave of his hand, and the cold air outside was immediately blocked, "Old shaman, the main hall is cold, why don't we move to the side hall?"

"It's okay, it's too big and open here, and when people get old, they tend to feel lonely."

Several people did not let the disciples come, but moved the round table and so on to the side hall and arranged them by themselves, and several people took their seats again.

It is said to be a side hall, but it is actually a lounge next to the Kunlun Hall. Compared with the magnificence and solemnity of the Kunlun Hall, this place is more warm and comfortable, with a soothing fragrance, and the old shaman just slightly The gloomy expression also became brighter, chatting and laughing with a group of children, but it was also fun.

It wasn't until late at night that the people dispersed separately. Yan Jingchen stayed with the old shaman in the Kunlun sect for a few days, and he readily agreed.

Lying on the bed that night, Tong Wu had just finished a round by Yan Jingchen, and his whole body felt soft and comfortable. Leaning on him and closing his eyes drowsily, he remembered something to say.

"Jingchen..." Dazed, Tong Wu stretched out his hand to fumble, Yan Jingchen stretched out his hand, put it on Tong Wu's hand, and interlocked his fingers, "Huh? What's wrong?"

"I think the old shaman is... weird, as if he has something on his mind."

Yan Jingchen was silent for a long while before replying: "Sleep first, we will visit him tomorrow, he likes you, spend more time with him these few days."

"it is good."

"Go to sleep."

In the morning of the next day, Tong Wu woke up later than Yan Jingchen, for an unknown number of days, and always missed morning class.

"Are you awake? Go and wash up, the old shaman said that when you wake up, let us go to him."

Upon hearing this, Tong Wu rushed into the bathroom, not forgetting to complain to Yan Jingchen: "Why didn't you wake me up, how embarrassing to keep the old shaman waiting!"

"The old shaman told you to rest more, is it my fault?"

Tong Wu: "..." If your mouth is not full of toothpaste foam, you should go out and spray Yan Jingchen's face.

The two dressed neatly and went to the guest room where the old shaman lived. The two disciples stood guard at the door and opened the door for them when they saw them coming. Tong Wu noticed that the masks and scepters in their hands were gone.

Entering the house, the old shaman was making buttered tea.

Yan Jingchen pulled Tong Wu to take off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the heavy felt blanket. Tong Wu curiously leaned beside the old shaman, watching him make buttered tea.

The old shaman was very serious when he made the tea, he didn't speak, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony, until he handed the first bowl of tea to Tong Wu, he said: "I'm sorry, I changed the layout of the room. "

Yan Jingchen said: "It's okay, Jingchen also likes the buttered tea made by the old shaman."

However, Tong Wu sniffed and smelled the fragrance, and dared not drink it. Up to now, he only dared to eat what Ziqing ordered.

"Little fellow daoist, drink quickly, you won't have diarrhea." The old shaman winked at Tong Wu.

"Drink." Yan Jingchen signaled.

Tong Wu put the tea bowl to his mouth, took a small sip, and immediately wrote the word "delicious" on his face.

The old shaman laughed and said, "If you like it, I can teach you how to do it."

Tong Wu thanked him again and again, and drank a bowl contentedly. He felt that his whole body was warmed up from the inside out, and his body temperature finally didn't look like a dead person.

Yan Jingchen served butter tea for the old shaman and himself, and said: "Old shaman, Jingchen sees that you are very worried. What is the difficulty in going up the mountain this time?"

"You!" The old shaman crossed his legs and said, "You child knows how to read words and expressions, and you can't hide it from you."

"It's not just me, Xiaowu also found out. If you have anything to say, Jing Chen will help you with all your strength."

The old shaman heaved a long sigh and took a sip of butter tea, "I... am about to be doomed."

Yan Jingchen: "!!!"

Tong Wu: "!!!"

Yan Jingchen: "What do you mean?"

"Yes, the last time, Lei Jie."

"..."

After being silent for a while, the old shaman broke the rigidity, "Actually, when I went up the mountain yesterday, I have two things to entrust to you. One of them is the two apprentices outside the door."

Yan Jingchen nodded, "The two senior brothers, of course the Kunlun faction will cover them."

"The second thing..." The old shaman took the mask and scepter from his side, and said, "I need to lend you the Kunlun secret room for these two, and keep them for a while."

Yan Jingchen took it, solemnly put it in the bag, and put it close to him.

Tong Wu wanted to ask something else, but in an instant he felt that he understood again - the old shaman has been practicing for too long, and now he is about to face the last catastrophe, if he fails, he will be benevolent.If you survive the catastrophe, you will ascend to immortality; if you cannot survive it, you will turn into fallen stars and disappear from then on.

This is a gamble with no known outcome, and once lost, the price will be heavy.

The two young men were a little worried, but the old shaman who had finished entrusting the things seemed a lot more relaxed. He patted them on the shoulder and said, "You both know that monks are fighting for their lives. It's good to be successful in ascension. Failure is also a fate that cannot be escaped, we have lived against the sky for so long, if we lose the game, shouldn't we pay something?"

Tong Wu: "..."

"Xiaowu, you and I are destined, so don't feel sorry for me. If it weren't for you now worshiping under the Kunlun sect, the old shaman would also want to accept you as a closed disciple." The old shaman thought for a while, and then said: "But this It’s not good either, no matter if I ascend or not, I won’t be able to teach you anything soon, and it doesn’t make sense to tie you up.”

"No, Xiao Wu is lucky to be taught by the old shaman." Tong Wu said.

Probably this remark made the old shaman very happy. He laughed heartily, and said, "Since this is the case, it is really unreasonable not to teach something."

"Old shaman, you don't need to..." Yan Jingchen hurriedly greeted, the secret techniques of shamanism are not spread to outsiders, he didn't want the shamanism with a small population to break the rules for Xiaowu.

"It's okay, it's not my secret technique, it's just something that the old man has studied by myself over the years." As he said, he pulled Tong Wu's hand to feel his pulse.

Tong Wu is a zombie, he should have no pulse, but the old shaman took the diagnosis very seriously, and then said: "Jing Chen, you boy! It's not like you to toss about double cultivation, if it wasn't for Xiao Wu who was carrying the body of a corpse repairer, I'm afraid I was delayed by you, it's just nonsense!"

Yan Jingchen instantly understood what the old shaman was referring to, and he blushed for the first time, and Tong Wu also blushed.

"But it doesn't matter, do as I say, and I will guarantee that your cultivation base will improve by leaps and bounds without harming your health."

Tong Wu and Yan Jingchen: "..."