The middle-aged practitioner is called Master Lu. He comes from the third peak of Qingshan Mountain. He is now in the state of perfect inheritance. Because he failed to succeed in the two attacks on Wuchang Realm, he had to temporarily stop moving forward. Now he is in Ren Nansongting Sect Master, responsible for the training of new outer disciples.

As his identity, he didn't need to come out to recruit disciples in person, but in recent years, the qualifications of disciples in Nansongting have been very ordinary, far inferior to others, which puts a lot of pressure on him.

Now he doesn't expect to do anything big, he just wants to bring out a few good disciples, or get the elixirs from the teacher, and then finally hit Wuchang Realm.

When he heard the news somewhere in Jiufeng, this remote mountain village was worth a visit and came soon.

He hid among the green trees, observing the little boy in his teens, and found that the news was not wrong. Even if it was just a distance, he could feel that the other party was a good person.

When he swept through with his sword consciousness, he was even more surprised - the little boy was born with a Taoist species!

Not to mention the surrounding area of ​​Daqing Mountain, even those prosperous prefectures and counties, and even Chaoge City, it will probably take several years to appear. Mr. Lu could not care whether he would scare the child and appeared directly from the night. However, before he could even say anything, he was attracted by something else.

The little boy was frightened and hid behind a boy in white.

The reason why he was wary of the boy was not discovered when he was observing the little boy from a distance.

The other party sat on the recliner by the pool.

At the first moment, his sword consciousness fell on the boy in white, but found that the other party was just a mortal who had never practiced and had no Taoist seed in his body, which surprised him a little.

When his eyes fell on the face of the boy in white, he was even more shocked.

He has never seen such a beautiful boy in the world of practice for many years.

Not to mention the children of aristocratic families in Chaoge, even the junior sisters on Qingrong Peak, the famous and beautiful female disciples in Shuiyue Temple cannot be compared with them.

The world of practice has always believed in a principle: the ultimate is extraordinary.

No matter whether you are tall, short, fat, thin, or anything else, as long as you are special enough, the person will have something unusual.

A simpler way is: there will be demons at the extreme of things.

As for the word "beauty", it has always been more respected by practitioners. Whether it is the green pine on the cliff or the flying sword like light, as long as it is extremely beautiful, it must have extraordinary connotations.

Looking at the beautiful face of the young man in white, Master Lu could not be moved. He strengthened his sword consciousness and checked it again, and found that his Taoist heart was still childish, let alone the existence of the Taoist seed.

The boy in white is much older than a boy, but his heart is far inferior to that of Dao, and his talent is naturally far different.

Master Lu felt a little regretful. He stopped looking at the boy, looked at Liu Shisui, and asked, "Do you know my identity?"

Liu Shisui was frightened by the stranger who suddenly appeared and did not dare to show his head at all. He listened to the question, but he didn't dare to speak, just grabbed Jing Jiu's sleeve tightly.

Jing Jiu saw from the middle-aged practitioner's clothing and sword-carrying method that the other party should be a disciple of the third generation, and his realm was still far from Wuchang Realm, but he didn't know the other party's name.

This is a natural thing.

The inner disciples of Qingshan Sect and the outer disciples of the outer disciples were thousands. Except for the old men on Shangde Peak and the women from Xilai Peak, who could recognize everyone clearly?

"Nothing happened." Jing Jiu said.

For some reason, Liu Shisui felt much more relieved after listening to this sentence, but she was still a little nervous. She stood up and looked at the middle-aged practitioner, tremblingly and said, "Are you..."

Master Lu said with a gentle expression: "Yes, I am a cultivator in Qingshan, which is the immortal master you call in daily life."

Listening to the word "Immortal Master", Liu Shisui subconsciously glanced at Jing Jiu.

Master Lu thought he was too nervous, and smiled slightly and said, "You can call me Master Lu."

Liu Shisui said uneasy: "Master Lu...what are you doing here?"

"I'll ask you, are you willing to cultivate the great way and seek immortality?"

Listening to this, Jing Jiu felt a little moved, thinking that after so many years, he still said this, and he had not even changed a word.

Liu Shisui stood there for a long time before she woke up and stuttered, "...Of course...I'm willing, just..."

The inconspicuous rural boy in the past was taken away by Qingshan Immortal Master. This is the most beautiful story that has been passed down in the mountain village for countless generations. He grew up listening to these stories since he was a child, and he was completely stupid. He could not have the intention of objection, but just like what he said in his words, just...

He looked at the courtyard, and his tender little face was hesitant and struggled.

Mr. Lu not only wasn’t angry, but he felt even more comforted: “Although practicing Taoism is not an ordinary thing, we are not those monks, and we can also follow the world, so we will naturally not cut off our family.”

Liu Shisui said a little uneasy: "Really?"

Master Lu smiled and said, "I will tell your parents later and I will give you time to go back to my hometown to visit relatives in the future. If you cannot enter the inner door in the future, you will need to manage the secular affairs of the sect and worldly affairs. You will not be short of money, and you can also go home from time to time. If you want to take care of the village, it is just a small task... However, I don't think you have such an opportunity."

It is obvious that he is very optimistic about Liu Shisui's talent and qualifications and firmly believes in it.

Liu Shisai looked at Jing Jiu.

Master Lu was a little surprised.

Jing Jiu stood up and said, "If you want to go, go."

Liu Shisui looked happy and said, "Yes, young master."

Master Lu’s accident turned into surprise.

Why is there such a beautiful young man in such a remote mountain village?

He looked at Jing Jiu and suddenly said, "What about you? Are you willing to follow me to cultivate the great way and seek immortality?"

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...

Through a wall, the conversation and crying of the Liu couple came from time to time. But they remembered the reminder of the immortal master and did not dare to disturb the village, so they suppressed the voice very low.

Jing Jiu sat by the window, looking at the stars in the night sky, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The guy named Master Lu will come to take Liu Shisui tomorrow morning... and he will also go to Qingshan Sect.

Liu Shisui was packing his luggage. He was a very diligent child, but it was the first time he was packing his luggage. However, the confusion on his little face was not because of this reason, but because he was too mentally shocked and had not yet fully awakened. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he did not expect that Jing Jiu was not an immortal master.

"Is this enough..."

The little boy stuttered a little: "That immortal master doesn't need time to see my... character?"

Jing Jiu looked at the starry sky outside the window and said, "Mentality."

Liu Shisui said, "Yes, that's the word."

Jing Jiu said: "Of course, this kind of thing only depends on talent. The mind and nature change with the years. How do you think? Besides, do you really think that a benevolent person is invincible?"

Liu Shisui touched her head and said, "Isn't it? That's what the books say."

Jing Jiu did not turn around and said, "Of course not, only those who are invincible are invincible."

Liu Shisui couldn't understand this sentence. Looking at his back, she suddenly felt a feeling of loneliness.

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In the early morning, it was dawn and the sun was still far away from the peaks. I don’t know when I could get up.

Master Lu is here.

The Liu couple sent Liu Shisui to the yard and wiped his tears silently. He was a little sad, but more happy.

Footsteps sounded, and Jing Jiu walked out of the house. The morning breeze gently blew his white clothes, his hands were empty and he had nothing to carry.

Looking at this scene, the Liu couple couldn't help but remember that when he walked to the entrance of the village a year ago, it seemed that he was like this.

Liu's mother glanced at Liu's father, but she wanted to speak but stopped.

Liu's father looked at her with a warning look and said respectfully: "Young master, do you want to bring something that you can use on the road? You can carry it with your back at the age of ten."

Jing Jiu ignored it and walked out of the yard with his hands on his back.

Master Lu looked at this scene outside the yard and frowned slightly.

No one knew that in the water tank behind the wing room, there was half a light green pill, which was slowly melting until it dissipated in the water and could no longer be seen.

Master Lu took Jing Jiu and Liu Shisai into the morning mist and soon disappeared without a shadow.

Liu's father and mother walked back to the yard with tears in tears. Suddenly, they didn't know what to do. They stood there for a while before getting up and started cleaning the yard, boiling water and cooking.

Whether it is cooking porridge or making coarse and large-leaf tea, of course, the water in the jar is used.

It was not until this time that Liu's mother discovered that there was something missing in the house.

The bamboo chair is gone.

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For some reason, Master Lu did not choose to fly back to Qingshan Sect by controlling his sword, but walked.

Of course, Liu Shisui couldn't think of these, because he never thought that anyone in the world could walk by using a sword.

Jing Jiu knew very well that this disciple of the three generations of Qingshan Sect is now in a perfect state of inheritance. According to the principle, he could easily and freely control the sword, even if he brought two people with him, it would not be too difficult.

So why did this person insist on walking? Worrying that other monks would cause trouble if they saw the traces of flying swords?

Jing Jiu didn't understand. In his opinion, although the Qingshan Sect is not as good as the other generation now, it would not be like this.

The mountain village is only more than a hundred miles away from the Qingshan Sect’s mountain gate. If the disciples of Qingshan Sect need to be so cautious in such places, that is completely cowardly.

Master Lu didn't know what Jing Jiu was thinking, so he led two young men, one big and one small, to the peaks of Wuli, silent and low-key.

On the third day, after passing through a heavy fog, the vision suddenly became clear.

Countless green peaks appeared in front of you, some were beautiful, some were steep, some were smooth as a mirror, and they could not be climbed at all, but there were people on the top.

The legendary nine peaks of Qingshan are in between?

Liu Shisui was amazed, but Jing Jiu didn't even look at it.

The three of them followed the mountain road paved with bluestone toward the peaks, and soon they saw a stone gate.

The stone door is simple in style, covered with moss, and has its own ancient meaning. The three characters of Nansong Pavilion can be vaguely seen on the horizontal plaque.

This is the southern gate of Qingshan Sect.

Seeing this mountain gate, Master Lu smiled and obviously relaxed a lot.

The mountain gate is quiet and the sound of birds in the dense forest is not annoying.

There is a wooden table below the mountain gate, with pens and inkstones on it, and a man in a gray sword robe is sleeping on the table.
Chapter completed!