Chapter 1 The opening master is gone

  Wu Zhou.

  Ningzhou, Dongyang County, north of Langyu County.

  The green hills are hazy, the clouds are misty, and there are clouds, dragons, water and fish shuttling between the ups and downs in the distance.

  Although it is not the sacred vein of the fairy mountain, it is rich in spiritual bamboo, and because the mountain has nine peaks, it is named Jiuzhu Mountain, and it is well-known in Ningzhou.

  Climb up the mossy stone steps in the mountains and forests, and you can find an inconspicuous Taoist temple in an inconspicuous mountain peak.

  Battered by wind and rain, the outer wall of the Taoist temple wandered through the cracks, the plaque disappeared, the front yard was full of weeds, and a lush green plant pot was arched in the center...

   If you look closely, you will find that this is not a bonsai at all, but a tripod-shaped incense burner, which has been occupied by green plants for many years.

   Taking back the previous words, this Taoist temple is not inconspicuous, at least the mottled traces of the years can be seen everywhere.

   "Disciple, the deadline for being a teacher is approaching, and he will die soon. I will briefly explain a few last words. Listen carefully..."

  Under the old tree in the backyard, one old and one young were sitting on the ground. The old man was young and handsome, and he stroked his goatee in a refreshed manner: "There is no need to be sad, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural, don't make some crying gestures."

  On the opposite side, the young man raised his hand to touch the corners of his slightly dry eyes, and nodded heavily: "Okay."

   "Don't worry, although I don't have much time to be a teacher, I have sent a message to your senior sister Bai Jin. She will give you careful guidance on matters of cultivation. Thirty years ago, she was the first disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Thinking about it now..."

   "Speaking of Lingxiao Sword Sect, it's weird to think about it. It's a pity, if it wasn't for the master who accidentally seriously injured the brother in charge, I would definitely go back and take a look before I died."

   "Forget it, time has passed and the situation has changed, there are some of these things..."

   "..."

   An hour later, the young man blinked in confusion, looked at the dying man who was still eloquent, and secretly moved his stiff legs and feet.

  Damn it, I agreed to briefly explain a few last words, how come the more I speak, the more energetic I become?

   Did he really see the hell?

   "That's right, disciple."

Probably because he realized that he was talking too much nonsense, the old man clenched his fist and coughed lightly, and said with a serious expression: "I know that it is not what you want as a teacher, and you have grudges about this matter, but I really didn't lie to you as a teacher. With your qualifications, It's a pity not to cultivate immortality."

  The corner of the young man's mouth grinned. Forgive him for being straightforward and witty since he was a child. It was obvious that he stepped into the coffin with half a foot. Knowing that time was running out, he randomly selected a lucky audience.

   And he happened to be close.

   "By the way, disciple, as a teacher..."

  The old man coughed several times in a row, and raised his sleeve to cover half of his old face: "Time is running short, I was in a hurry before becoming a teacher, and I forgot to ask your name... um, what's your name?"

  Lu Bei: "..."

  Don’t be in a hurry, just looking back at the revolving lanterns of the past, your old man walked for two hours in one breath.

   "Sages?!"

   "Lu Bei."

   "Good name, I am a teacher. I am the head of the Yuhua Sect at Sanqing Peak in Jiuzhu Mountain. After I die, you will inherit the head."

The old Taoist said with embarrassment, he raised his finger and pointed around, trying to restore his previous seriousness: "You must have seen it, disciple, the outstanding people here are the Yuhua Gate of Sanqing Peak, and you will be the master from today. "

  Lu Bei: "..."

  So, Renjie is talking about him, and the land spirit refers to the lush vegetation?

  If so, it is difficult for him to refute.

  Obviously, Mo Buxiu's struggle was futile. When the master and apprentice exchanged names, there was no serious atmosphere, and this outstanding Yuhuamen made the atmosphere extremely awkward.

  The master and the apprentice stared at each other for a long time, and Mo Buxiu finally explained that he is very active and has been practicing and walking outside for many years, so it is very reasonable and logical to grow grass at home.

   "Okay, apprentice, stop talking nonsense, I really don't have much time to be a teacher."

Seeing that Lu Bei was showing signs of running away, Mobuxiu took out a Qiankun bag from his bosom, grabbed his hand and stuffed it over, speaking quickly: "The seal of the head and the title deed are here, and there is also a [ Fetal Breath Supplementing Qi Jue] was obtained by my teacher in the far west of Kunlun. Although this book is slanted, it has a very high intention. It is a rare book in the world. The level of the teacher is too high, and it is now impossible to practice. You have just started, it is..."

   Halfway through the conversation, Mo Buxiu's pupils lost their brilliance, and the hand that was holding Lu Bei fell down, silently and silently.

  Going so suddenly, Lu Bei couldn't believe it for a moment. He was still full of energy just now, and Mo Buxiu, who had been swaying for two hours, said nothing, and raised his hand and put his finger under his nose.

   Give this a try!

Snapped!

Mo Buxiu patted Lu Bei's hand away, and took a deep breath: "Continue, what did you say just now? By the way, although I don't have much time to be a teacher, I have sent a message to your senior sister Bai Jin about the practice... Hey, this Why is the Qiankun bag in your hand?"

  Lu Bei: "..."

   "Oh, I remembered, this has already been said!"

  Mo Buxiu suddenly realized, and slapped his forehead hard: "Look at this brain, Master, it won't move before it dies."

   If you work harder, maybe it won't move!

   Lu Bei rolled his eyes straight, if he hadn't resisted on the way when he came here, and found that he couldn't beat him, he would have punched Mo Buxiu hard in the face no matter what he said.

   But forget it, the dead are the most important, and he is basically dead if he rounds up. He is a big living person, and it is purely self-defeating to care about the dead.

   "Disciple, although being a teacher can't teach you how to practice, but cultivating immortals is not just about practicing. There is a saying here for you to keep in mind as a teacher."

Mo Buxiu took out a wooden box from the Qiankun bag and put it in Lu Bei's hand: "You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must have the heart to guard against others. Keep this [Fetal Breath Supplement Qi Jue] and don't tell others, even you. Sister, don't say it either."

  What do you mean, senior sister is not a good person?

   Lu Bei frowned, nodded without saying anything, and stuffed the books in the wooden box into his arms in front of Mo Buxiu.

   "So, I have no regrets as a teacher, except..."

   As he said, Mo Buxiu stared at Lu Bei without blinking: "Disciple, have you noticed that you haven't called me master since you became a teacher!"

   Stared at with affectionate eyes, Lu Bei shuddered. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a lot of greasy eyes.

  For a while, the whole person is not well.

  Thinking about the process of being forced to apprentice to a teacher, I felt various reluctances in my heart, and then I thought that there is really not much time for Mobuxiu, and it is very likely that it will be a flashback at the moment. If there is a little delay, the other party will pass away with regret.

  Blame the poor.

  Finally, facing the eyes full of expectations, Lu Bei took a deep breath and said solemnly:

   "Master."

   "Good! Good! Good..."

   Mo Buxiu clapped his hands and applauded, but then lowered his head with a smile, and there was no more movement.

  Lu Bei: "..."

  Learning from the past, he was not sure whether history would repeat itself, so he waited for a while before stretching out his hand to test Mobuxiu's breath.

   Never thought that when the fingertips were palm-width away from Mo Buxiu, the body of the old Taoist would quickly disintegrate into sand, and his whole body would be scattered into white ashes.

  Lu Bei was staring blankly, the wooden box beside him was rolled up into a cyclone, and he put the lime into the box. After a few breaths, he completed the daily work, and the banquet was short of the end.

   "This, actually..."

   Lu Bei choked for a moment: "It's... convenient."

  He put away the Qiankun bag, picked up the wooden box and turned around in the Taoist temple. After several searches, he finally found a wooden table for worship in the dilapidated main house.

  The wall at the back looks pretty solid, and the roof doesn’t seem to collapse suddenly. It’s just that it didn’t come at the right time, and there are already residents under the table.

   A nest of foxes rushed out and howled for a while, trying to scare off the uninvited guests with the superiority in numbers.

   However, it was of no use. After Lu Bei stomped his feet suddenly, the four foxes immediately stopped and ran away, and disappeared into the mountain forest through the hole in the wall.

"Foxes in this world can cultivate into monsters and drive away this wave of residents. Surely there won't be a vixen coming to seduce me tonight?" Lu Bei put down the wooden box, thinking about his previous carelessness, thinking that he couldn't carry it on his shoulders, How to spend the night on the mountain is really a problem for the standard frail scholar template.

   Downhill?

  It is impossible to go down the mountain. When I came here, I could see clearly on the road. The stone steps on the mountain road are rugged and steep, which is very unfriendly to him who suffers from fear of heights.

   Most importantly, he was hungry.

  After unsuccessfully trying to open the universe bag, Lu Bei sadly found that he had been trapped to death on the mountain. The only thing he could count on right now, except Senior Sister Bai, who had never masked her face, was the vixen who came back tonight to take revenge.

   "I hope the senior sister will come soon..."

   Lu Bei muttered, closed his eyes and opened the information panel.

  Name: Lu Bei

   Race: Human

   Template: NPC

  Level: 3

  Experience: 250/900

  Repair: 30/30

   Health: 22/30 (Hunger, Scared, Fatigue)

  Main Occupation: None

   Sub-occupation: Farmer Lv1

  Attributes: Strength 2, Speed ​​3, Spirit 3, Stamina 3, Charm 3, Luck 3

  Evaluation: Please have a good idea, what is there to evaluate!

   Newcomer, new book! Cute new collection!

  

  (end of this chapter)