Marry Long Aotian

The fever made Mo Yang weak for several days, but after this incident, perhaps because he let go of his mentality, his body gradually became healthy from the day after day of snow removal.

Get up at Mao, rest at Hai, drink snow and eat pills, and exercise your body.

The 2000-meter steps are covered with heavy snow. Mo Yang waved the broom and swept away layer by layer. He insisted on it day by day. He was used to seeing the snow-flying mountain peaks in January and January. The dead branches of the broom made neat marks on the snow. At that moment, he seemed to have heard the sound of fine snow melting into the soil.

There is no temptation here, no interruptions.

Mo Hao realized later that the Master, whom he had not met yet, cared about him.

If he is sick the broom will take care of him, and if he falls, the broom will not let him fall too badly.

The slope of the steps is actually very high, and the snow is very slippery. At the beginning, Mo Yang couldn't hold on at all. He even picked up firewood one by one, and his body was actually very weak.Looking down, I only felt my legs trembling, and I would roll down if I was not careful.

But the broom is tightly attached to his hand, and it will still float in the air. If he slips, as long as he holds the broom, he will be fine.

Slowly, his legs stopped shaking.

Under the high mountain, there are sometimes lone cranes flying by, perched on the cliff, and coexisting harmoniously with Mo Yang.

Mo Yang is even growing taller slowly, his body is growing, he looks like a young sapling, even wearing a gray Taoist robe, it is difficult to hide the beauty that Zhuoyu will soon reveal.

He still writes letters every day, thinking of Yan Lingyun.

But like a secret, he quietly hid it in his heart and never told anyone again.

Summer, autumn, winter, spring... In this way, Mo Yang spent a whole year on Wuming Peak, until his birthday, when Wu Yu waited outside the door early.

As the sky was about to dawn, Wu Yu put on his shoulders and said with a calm smile: "Junior Brother, the one-year period has come, follow me to find the Immortal Palace."

Mo Yang was still holding the broom, so he didn't react for a long time.

"Why, don't you want to see the master?" Wu Yu watched him hold the broomstick tightly, and his smile deepened, "Take this thing too, and return it to the master by the way."

When this day came, Mo Yang still felt unreal. He didn't know what the Immortal Venerable liked in him and wanted to accept him as an apprentice, but he really wanted to learn something.

Now it is equivalent to passing the written test and going to the interview.

In Mo Yang's heart, the villain was waving the flag to cheer him up, so he followed Wu Yu's flying magic weapon, and quickly soared into the sky, flying towards the Xunxian Temple in the distance.

It's also where the sun rises.

Mo Yang looked back several times at the small wooden house where he lived for a year, feeling a little nostalgic.

Seeing this, Wu Yu had a faint smile on his face.

The wooden houses on Wuming Peak look ordinary, but they are actually made of Qingshen wood from Penglai Xiandao.The sacred tree helps monks abandon distracting thoughts, quickly enter the Tao, and is not affected by inner demons. A piece of branch outside can be sold for a sky-high price. All disciples in the sect are eager to live in Wuming Peak for a period of time and meditate quietly.

Even the quilts and pillows in the wooden house are good things, which are hard to find outside.

But Wu Yu knew that Mo Yang had suffered a lot here, so he didn't mention it. In the future, Mo Yang would gradually feel the importance that the Immortal Venerable attached to him.

The two arrived at Xunxian Temple.Xunxian Temple is located on Xunxian Peak, the highest peak in Kunlun, where the clouds are pouring down, and the fairy waterfall falls straight down from the sky.Apart from the main hall, there are other pavilions and halls, forming a group of buildings; the cloud pillars stand tall on the cloud platform, and there are obscure patterns carved on them, which seem to be broken out in the next moment.

From here, you can see the billowing sea of ​​clouds and the continuous snow field, and the view is very wide.At the time of sunrise in the east, the Golden Crow roared past, and the clouds surged like a contagious golden sun, which was magnificent and strange.

The Xunxian Temple is surrounded by layers of pavilions, away from the Yuntai, at the highest point, it seems to be only a line away from the sky; at the same time, it is located at the rear, jumping down is the cliff of Xunxian Peak.

The quaint copper bell is hung on the corner of the eaves, ringing lightly on the cliff, and occasionally attracts the birds that come to stop.

Wu Yu led Mo Yang up to the pavilions, like climbing a tower, to His Highness Xunxian.

"Junior Brother, you can go." The young man smiled, showing no intention of going any further.

Mo Yang could only muster up his courage and go in by himself.

The inside of the hall was dark, with a strong smell of joss sticks. This kind of joss sticks were not like ordinary candles, but the kind of candles worshiped in temples that Mo Yang had heard. The scent was strong and long, and could burn for a long time.

The worship candlesticks were neatly placed on both sides of the main hall, but the bright light was dim, half-bright and half-extinguished to see the figure sitting high on the main hall.

Mo Chao couldn't remember his face, only knew that it was the face of a mature middle-aged man, iron-gray eyes reflecting infinite wind and snow, gray scribbled white hair falling down, wearing a light gray priest robe, like a mortal.

It's just like it.

The moment he met Shang Wang Chan's scrutiny, Mo Yang felt that his soul had been absorbed, and his brain was blank. When he realized it again, he was already kneeling on the ground, just like every disciple seeing the master for the first time.

Mo Hao trembled uncontrollably, he was afraid of this Immortal King Chan.

At this moment, he heard Xianzun speak:

"You are fine, you broke my two bans in a row."

"I set a ban on Tianyimu Jing, people in this world can't pick it up, but you got it."

"I set a prohibition on Tianxuan Jinjing, and non-virtuous people can't pick it up, but you still got it."

Mo Yang lowered his head lower and lower, afraid that Wang Chan would let him return it.

This is not what he took on purpose.

He thought he was going to be punished, but the Immortal Venerable's voice was as majestic and indifferent as usual, but he said: "This is all your fate."

Mo Yang raised his eyes quietly.

"The fate of the future is also predestined," Wang Chan looked down at Mo Yang, "From today onwards, you are my apprentice, you and I are of the same heart and mind, we go and return together."

He raised his hand, and a force lifted Mo Yang up, making him stand upright.

Afterwards, a burst of warmth came from his forehead, and Mo Yang saw something transparent pulled out from his forehead, like a little ghost, with transparent claws waving.

Although he had never seen it before, Mo Yang instinctively recognized that it was a bit of his soul.

As his soul left his body, Mo Yang felt a little cold, but soon, a dark blue magic light poured into his brows, thick and powerful, and quickly warmed his limbs and bones.

And inexplicably made him feel extremely safe.

"Your life soul is kept by me, and I will know whether you live or die from now on," Wang Chan said, "My teacher also left a ray of distraction in your sea of ​​consciousness, and it will be your life-saving talisman. No one dares to take you away."

Dazong's core disciples will all get a ray of distraction from the elders in the sect, so as to avoid being plotted by other sects and bullying the younger ones.When these disciples encounter a dead end, the elder will get out of the body to save his life when he is distracted.

Although Mo Yang didn't know much about it, he already realized that he had someone to back him up.

He whispered: "Thank you, Master."

Like winning the 1000 million lottery, although Mo Yang was very happy, he was still a little bit confused and uneasy.After a while, he still asked, "Master, what do you think of me when you accept me?"

Mo Yang felt that he didn't have any outstanding talents. After stripping off 996, he was just an ordinary person.

Immortal Venerable can seal 996, it is impossible not to know.

The temple was filled with incense and candles, and after a while, Wang Chan's answer came:

"I will tell you about this matter after I transform into a god."

Mo Yang thought silently in his heart, probably he was asked to do something, but he had something to give, it was a beaver.

So he stopped asking, and obediently waited for that time to accept the task.

Anyway, what is there for him to lie, he doesn't even have a single spirit stone.

But when it came to cultivation, Mo Chaopin had something else in mind and couldn't help but look up at the Immortal Venerable.

Wang Chan: "After one month, I will reshape your spiritual roots as a teacher."

"By the way—" He looked through Mo Yang, and saw the shivering thing coming out of his disciple Sea of ​​Consciousness, "Fullly integrate this thing with you, and make it your natal magic weapon."