Inside the school.

The director of the school looked at the fire in the dry pit and frowned: "It makes no sense, it's impossible..."

"This book demon was temporarily sealed in the fire by me, how could it simply turn into ashes?"

"The book demon is indeed not dead, and there is indeed a demonic energy here. It must have been taken away by someone or broke the seal and ran away." A man in a black shirt looked around and frowned, as if he was complaining that the director was too stupid and could not understand such a simple thing...

But I don’t dare to carry the book demon with me. If the curator also makes a mistake, then the school will not be run anymore... The curator twitched his lips and said helplessly: “What should I do now?”

"There is no way, this incomparable book demon has too little demonic energy."

"You can only wait until it is committed to something more evil. You should pay more attention to the students in the school in a few days. Whoever has become more frivolous and has a pale face, must have taken away the evil book." The man in black said seriously, as if he had experienced it himself.

"Okay, then I'll thank the Immortal Master here." The middle-aged director bowed and handed out ten taels of silver skillfully.

The man in black shook his head.

Then.

Wow~

A flame rose, and the man gradually burned into dust like a paper man.

The director looked at a tuft of ashes on the ground and murmured: "I said why did you confiscate the money? This time I only had one painting, so I can't take it away..."

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Green mountains and clear waters, clear wind and light clouds.

Xu Xian picked herbs on the mountain for an hour, but unfortunately the medicine basket was still not filled.

He put his hands on his hips, looked at Woniu Mountain opposite, muttering:

"It is said that there are vixen in Woniu Mountain. Ordinary people must not go anywhere to collect herbs, otherwise they will be sucked into a person and fucked."

"But I have been lit by the herbs on both nearby hills, and the other hills are too far away."

"So should I take a risk?"

Xu Xian held the iron sword tightly at his waist, thinking about the chance of survival when he encountered the monster.

"Hey, the world is still too dangerous."

"If this wasn't the so-called Daliang Immortal Dynasty, I wouldn't have been so frightened by my martial arts." Xu Xian muttered a few words, glanced at his medicine basket, and finally made up his mind to try it in Woniu Mountain.

Yes, even if you can't beat it, you still have to explore the depth of the group of vixen.

"But..."

"Let's go and see the master first."

"After all, the Master lives in the Po Dao Temple, not far from here."

Xu Xian glanced around and murmured to himself: "Since there is no one around, then speed up a little."

So.

One step, two steps, three or four steps.

It takes about a few hundred steps.

Xu Xian came to a small green mountain seven or eight miles away and headed straight to the small dilapidated temple on the top of the mountain.

Entering the Taoist temple.

Xu Xian first saluted to the statue of the Sanqing Ancestor who had lost the lacquer, and then shouted: "Master, Master, where are you?"

"Master, Master..." The roar became louder and louder, the leaves outside the Taoist temple continued to fall, the Taoist temple was trembling slightly, and cracks were almost appearing on the wall.

"Come on, stop shouting, stop shouting."

An old Taoist holding a whisk walked out and looked at him helplessly: "My teacher is old and can't stand your sudden sudden incident. I'm afraid that one day you will send me away."

This Taoist who is not very well-dressed, is named Xu Xuanping, and his age is unknown.

However, during the ten years of being a disciple, Xu Xian still did not see his master's old age, which shows his cultivation.

"How can you do it? Master's level is unfathomable and he will definitely live a hundred years of life."

Xu Xuanping glared at him expressionlessly, but he took a heavy hare with joy, "You are a little filial, and you also know how to bring some wild food to your teacher. You go and pluck your hair at noon, and let's bake it."

"Hehe, if I don't respect my master, who else can I respect?" Xu Xian said with a smile. When he saw the old Taoist meditating on the cushion, he came behind him and carefully beat his back.

Xu Xuanping threw the tied rabbit aside and glanced at him, "Oh, you have practiced well recently, and you are a little diligent."

"A small progress is not worth mentioning. It is mainly because my master's teachings are always recorded in my heart. Whenever I think of Master's teachings, I will naturally make progress." Xu Xian boasted without changing his expression.

The master and apprentice were chatting.

Sudden.

A paper crane flew from the sky, and I don’t know if it was tired of flying. After coming to the door of the Taoist temple, he swayed and fell to the ground like he was lost.

Xu Xian picked up the paper crane and handed it over with his hands and feet.

Xu Xuanping picked up the Thousand Paper Crane and his face became a little ugly.

A full half cup of tea.

Seeing that the master was always frowning, Xu Xian asked in a low voice with an unpleasant look: "Master, what happened?"

"hiss……"

"Master?" Xu Xian's expression changed slightly.

"Hiss... I have cramps in my feet, hurry up, help me." Xu Xuanping's pain changed, he leaned on the ground with both hands and stretched out his trembling left leg that was already crossing.

"Oh oh oh." Xu Xian hurried up to help.

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"Master, what is written on the Thousand Paper Cranes?"

"Don't ask about adults' affairs, kids." Xu Xuanping frowned and rubbed his feet.

"Oh, does that matter?"

"Not tight."

"What's more, it's not my business." Xu Xuanping shook his head, a string of flames grew in his hand, and burned the thousand paper cranes to ashes.

"Then the relationship is good. Master is better than anything else without being affected." Xu Xian said, and sat cross-legged on another cushion, while meditating and exercising his skills.

When he was three years old, he said he wanted to practice martial arts and swordsmanship, and he learned all the kung fu's skills.

But one day when he was four and a half years old, Xu Xian was fighting for the second beef candied haws on the street with his martial arts...

When he passed by, Xu Xuanping fell in love with him at a glance. He immediately pinched Xu Xian's fate and erected his neck, saying that he wanted to teach him how to practice, but he had no intention of making him a Taoist priest.

From then on, Xu Xuanping secretly taught him practice and sword skills every day, but he was not allowed to tell outsiders.

This exercise.

It was fourteen years.

Of course, now it is not like when I was a child, so there is no need to ask for guidance from my master every day.

Xu Xian also vaguely remembers that since he was ten years old, his master has only come every half a month.

I also said that the master led the door to the door, and that the practice is for individuals, so he cannot be dependent.

When he was thirteen years old, his master only appeared once a month. He basically took a look at him... and left with disgust on his face, too lazy to let go of one of his farts.

Now that he is seventeen years old, his master basically stops appearing at all.

Only when Xu Xian comes to look for him on his own initiative can he meet him.

And this kind of daily meditation practice, Xu Xian also skillfully started to get angry...

He was about to fall asleep...

Sudden,

Xu Xuanping interrupted, "Advisor, you said you teach you how to practice. Is this really good? You may regret it one day..."

"Okay... OK." Xu Xian wiped his saliva and replied with a serious expression: "If the master hadn't taught me to practice, my disciple was really afraid that I would die under an unknown AOE one day. Where did I regret it?"

"?" Xu Xuanping slowly raised a question mark and said with great emotion: "But since my teacher teaches you to practice, you will become more and more powerful. If one day, you really want to become that kind of god who is lofty..."

"What mentality do you think you have?"

Xu Xian pondered for two seconds and said in a deep voice: "I will always remember the perspective of the sword immortal in the sky..."

"Those sword immortals who have passed by have made me understand one thing..."

"That is, if you want to stand tall, you have to wear more..."
Chapter completed!