Raising a junior brother to counterattack

Seeing Shenhuai's face pale with fright, the Taoist couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Just remember it, and you don't need to be too scared. Now follow me to Izuyun Peak."

Hearing this, Shen Huai was slightly surprised.

Izumo Peak?

He remembered that the spirit veins assigned by Shangxuanzong's golden elixir protector seemed to be all peaks of the "Chu" generation. Could it be that Chuyun Peak was the boundary of this Taoist?

If it is true, why did this Taoist take him to leave Yunfeng? He is now a mere mortal, how can he be worthy of setting foot on Shangxuan Guardian Dharma Peak?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a hint of doubt on his face, but he controlled it very well, as if he was simply curious about the term Izumo Peak.

Facing the young boy's clear black and white eyes, the Taoist explained patiently: "Izuyun Peak is where my cave is located. Now that you are not a disciple of the sect and have no place to live, you should come to my place and stay for a while."

Shen Huai immediately switched to a grateful expression: "Thank you, Immortal Elder." But he couldn't help becoming more vigilant inside.

No housing assignment?

joke!

Only ignorant teenagers who don't understand anything will believe such words.How can Shang Xuanzong's such a large sect not even have some places for idlers to rest?

Where should the disciples go out to carry out the mission of rescuing mortals and bring back the wounded?

Undoubtedly, the Taoist was lying to him.

But why?

The upright spirit of the Taoist was true, and Shen Huai never thought that the other party was someone who would attack a poor, ignorant young man with a life experience.

It's just... If there is no picture, why is it so?

Now that he has no self-protection ability, he can only deal with it with 12 points of energy, and he can't have the slightest accident, otherwise he will really die.

After the Taoist finished speaking, he pondered for a moment, and continued: "Two days later, there will be a general election for the sect, you should go and have a try together."

Zongmen general election?

That's right, isn't Shang Xuanzong's three-year disciple election just the next day?

Shen Huai nodded: "Well, don't worry, Immortal Chief, I...I will definitely..."

Seeing the half-grown boy blushing and nervous, the Taoist couldn't help laughing: "You don't need to worry, with your spiritual root aptitude, even if you fail the test, it's okay to be a registered disciple."

Named disciple?

Shen Huai let out a sigh of relief, as if he was comforted and relieved, but he couldn't help but sneer in his heart——

Registered disciples, huh, registered disciples are synonymous with Zongmen servants. They do the most tiring work with the meager spirit stones and salary every month, but what they practice is the most basic "five yuan Yin Qi Jue" .

If it is this status, he might as well just find a corner and train him for 80 years to become a god!

He laughed lightly in his heart, but on the surface he followed the Taoist around the mountainside calmly, and stepped on the flying sword again.

The Taoist pierced the clouds and pierced the sky with his sword in front of him, and Shen Huai stood aside. Obviously, after the previous experience of sitting on a sword, he is not so scared now, but holding the corner of his clothes, looking around curiously, but he seems to be afraid of heights Don't dare to look more.

Seeing such a childish and naive attitude, the Taoist couldn't help but smiled, and put a protective talisman around Shenhuai again: "Okay, you can watch me go up to Xuanhe Mountain to your heart's content, don't be afraid of falling down."

When the Taoist said it, Shen Huai blushed slightly and lowered his head. After a while, he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe again out of curiosity.

Along the way, the mountains and rivers are undulating, the waterfalls are like hanging, and the ancient trees are faint, which can't be seen clearly in the steaming clouds, but it looks more and more beautiful.

After a while, Shen Huai looked away, as if he had just noticed his tiptoes at this moment, he immediately glanced at the Taoist.

The Taoist turned his head to the side first, pretending not to see the useless stupidity of the young boy standing on tiptoe.

Seeing the Taoist's calm gaze, looking straight ahead, Shen Huai raised the corners of his mouth in relief, as if he didn't know that the Taoist still had a cheating tool like divine consciousness.

In his heart, Shen Huai also twitched the corners of his mouth, he felt that his appearance just now had definitely fulfilled the tense, fearful, curious and excited mood of a mortal boy who was just riding a flying sword.

Tsk, he suddenly felt that this kind of acting was quite interesting!It seems that Shang Xuanzong can also take this as a joke.

→That's right, don't look at Shen Huai who looks elegant, laid-back, and gorgeous like a fairy on the surface, but in his bones he has a very boring interest in fearing the world will not be chaotic.

Do you think that ordinary people can be called the God of War of the Yaozu casually?

Monster Race God of War, what does this mean? This means that Shenhuai has at least defeated the invincible hands in the demon world, okay?

And can ordinary people be called the undefeated myth of the mainland casually?

In the same way, this shows that Shenhuai has already challenged the leaders of the various forces of the Demon Race and the Human Race, and has won.

In fact, it is true. In the entire Liuyang Continent, when Shenhuai was still in the stage of transformation, there were the suzerains of the Jiuxu Immortal Sect, the Supreme Elder of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and the Four Demon Kings of the Demon Realm. They all slapped them in the face with 'slaps'.

Later, after the cultivation base reached the fusion, the master was lonely, and when he was free, he had to fight with Xuan Xing every few years to enjoy himself.

Isn't it fun to find new pleasures for the first time now?

He is such a restless person.

Just like today, it is said that the purpose of the Taoist is not clear, and he has to fight against it. In fact, he himself enjoys this long-lost excitement.

That's why, his acting skills were soaring all the way like chicken blood, and he kept thinking about the Taoist's purpose in his heart, and his hands, feet, brain, and heart were running at high speed without falling to the ground.

The two flew over layers of peaks and undulating mountains that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and finally entered a circle of beautiful mountains, and stopped on one of the floating mountains that flew obliquely into the clouds.

Shen Huai raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this Taoist to look upright, but his taste was so strange, he didn't like ordinary peaks, but he liked this kind of crooked cave.

After he saw the scene on the mountain clearly, his subtle emotions immediately became strange.

I saw that the spiritual fields on the top of the peak were sparse and full of weeds, and there were a few sparse wooden houses with straw roofs covered with mud.

Shen Huai couldn't believe his eyes. This can no longer be summed up as being frugal, hardworking, unrestrained, and unique in taste. Is this the rhythm of being a caveman?

Or in his 50 years of egg making career, the atmosphere in mainland China has changed, and this kind of pure natural and pollution-free buildings have become popular?

The Taoist withdrew his sword and fought back, and when he turned his head, he saw the young man's eyes slightly startled, staring blankly at the few broken thatched huts in front of him, which is tentatively called the Immortal Mansion Cave.

Rao even the Taoist had always been calm and breezy, under the very real and undisguised shocked gaze of the young boy, he blushed and coughed in embarrassment.

Shenhuai understood, immediately looked away, and stood beside the Taoist with an obedient look.

The Taoist stroked his long beard and smiled unnaturally, as if he was thinking about how to explain this tattered look.

Just thinking about it, his expression soon changed from being confused about how to explain it to a look of regret and pain.

Shen Huai lowered his head slightly and raised his eyebrows, it seems that there is still a story to tell.

Could it be that there is some hatred of exterminating the family and seizing the wife, so as to remind himself?

Or there used to be a female cultivator who held a vegetarian cup for him here, and now that the man has passed away, she kept this cave, and let the years erode him without changing it?

It has to be said that Shenhuai's imagination is rich, but he still never thought of the real reason.

The Taoist suddenly let out a long sigh: "Xiao Huai knows about the Phoenix King of the demon tribe, and your name is also related to him. It must be your parents who are grateful for the kindness of the Phoenix King."

"..." Hearing the first half of the sentence, Shen Huai's heart tightened slightly, but when he heard the latter part, his facial expression couldn't help but pause for a moment——

Was it him that Feng Wang was talking about?

Why didn't he know what relationship he had with the Taoist? Judging from the appearance of the Golden Core Taoist, he was only in his 50s, and he should have been in his [-]s before he fell. How could he have known such a human brat back then.

He raised his head calmly, and carefully scrutinized the appearance of the Taoist. He had white eyebrows and long beard, a square face with a hanging nose, and he had no image or recognition.

Facing the little boy's puzzled gaze, the Taoist Er smiled: "Actually... I am also from Shencheng."

Hearing this, the little boy's small eyes suddenly widened, but he thought in his heart that it was no wonder, no wonder that the other party, as a Jindan real person, would still participate in such a low-quality and meaningless task of rescuing Shen Cheng, and it was no wonder that the other party would respond to him. He is so meticulous, it must be the plot of his hometown, and the incense is hard to break!

Speaking of this, the Taoist couldn't help sighing again: "Unfortunately, we are late after all." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the ends of Shen Huai's hair: "Fortunately, there is still one of you left."

Feeling the big palm on his head, Shen Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a sharp edge, but resisted not moving.

The Taoist voice continued: "You are still young, I'm afraid your parents haven't told you about Feng Wang's past deeds, so let me tell you."

The Taoist stared deeply at Shen Huai, and Shen Huai immediately nodded solemnly, with a trace of confusion and doubt naturally appearing on his face—I don't know what kindness a king of the monster clan would do to them.

Seemingly seeing the little boy's confusion, the Taoist taught with a solemn face: "Feng Wang is by no means comparable to ordinary monsters. He has the only broad-mindedness in the world. Regardless of the three races of humans, monsters and demons, they belong to the righteous way and are in danger. Willing to help each other, this kind of virtue of love for all beings can probably be summed up by only the word sage, and in the whole world, I am afraid that only Feng Wang can bear the word sage."

Shenhuai: "..."