There is no cloud or wind, and the atmosphere is low.

Sang Jue lowered his head and was unwilling to accept it. No one was so expensive, and he couldn't even take a look at it. He couldn't even get a definite news.

"Do you want to be my disciple?" Yan Hui asked straightforwardly, and before she could answer, she grabbed her and went into Yan back into the building.

The decorations in the building are just like his people, and there is nothing that should not be. The ancient and solemn colors are of no distinctiveness, but they are so trustworthy.

"It doesn't matter if you don't be my disciple, but your body limits you to learn swords to have the opportunity to truly embark on the road of cultivation." Yan played her back on the carpet, turned her back and said earnestly, "You have only a treasure mountain but cannot use it, and the road to cultivation is not clear."

Sang Jue pursed his lips: "Why, because of the fire poison in my body?"

"Fire Poison, who told you that it is Fire Poison?" Yan Hui walked over and pressed her shoulder. A powerful force was like gold and stone pouring into the water, breaking the wind and waves, facing the heat in her heart.

Yan Hui did not wait for her to respond and continued: "Do you know there are three kinds of fires in the world: air fire, wood fire and stone fire."

"The fire in wood is the most common. The flames generated by the explosion of wood-attribute substances belong to the fire in wood, and there are many types, so I won't mention it for the time being; the fire in stone generally refers to the flames triggered by powerful forces, which are usually violent and difficult to find. The strange fire list is usually the same. The beast fire is also the fire in stone because of its power. Finally, it is the fire in the air, as the name suggests, the fire in the sky first, the fire in the heart, desire, etc. Then it is the fire in the heart."

"These three major types of fire are inseparable, which is the Samadhi True Fire, which burns everything in the world, including nothingness." Yan Hui looked at Sang Jue after saying these three types of fire, "Do you know which type is in your body?"

Sang Jue shook his head quickly. She didn't know what to do. She thought it was always the poison of fire.

Yan Hui's eyes gradually became deeper and murmured: "Tianhuo, your body is actually a heavenly fire that is about to die. The seed of heavenly fire that only exists in the nine heavens that cannot be reached by Taoist Lord and cannot be kept by Mahayana!"

Therefore, the father of this child can only be that person. As for why he has no kinship, it is because of her unique physique.

Sang Jue looked confused: "My fire will die if it is touched? But why do I..."

"Because your physique is also extraordinary." Yan Hui sighed secretly, "If my master had not collected a lot of books, I wouldn't have known that there was actually an ethereal root in the world."

"Empty roots mean we don't have spiritual roots?" Sang Jue was attracted by his words. After all, she began to sound seriously.

Seeing her serious appearance, Yan Hui nodded secretly, which was not foolish.

He continued: "The ethereal root can be said to have no spiritual roots, but the human body is infinitely mysterious. Some people have no spiritual roots in their bodies, but they have achieved the effect of chaotic spiritual roots. Because they are empty, they do not refuse. They can transform out of thin air and can be called the god of Dharma cultivation. Because the pure body does not cause disasters out of thin air, even the five elements chaotic spiritual roots are afraid of. There is no spiritual transformation storm."

"However, there is a domineering heavenly fire in your body. The heavenly fire is extremely red and gorgeous, commonly known as heavenly fire. It only exists in the nine heavens. Mortals die when they touch it, and even their souls turn into nothingness. Even immortals cannot resist it." Yan Hui sighed lowly, and he was also regretting that the world lacked a genius of Dharma cultivation.

"It's a miracle that you can live. Maybe there are other reasons why I won't invite you, but you will never be able to follow the path of Dharma cultivation."

Sang Jue was not convinced, so he stretched out his hand and secretly circulated a trace of spiritual energy from his dantian. A small pillar of water appeared at his fingertips: "Look, I can do it!"

Yan Hui shook her head: "This is just the gathering of water-based spiritual energy that is absorbed independently because of your body's self-protection. As long as you do not solve the problem of Tianhuo, you can only gather such a little water, and stay in the qi training layer forever without any progress."

After all, Sang Jue is a child, and he was deeply hit by this. It would be fine if his qualifications were not good. He would not let down his life by working to the best level, but she obviously had a strange treasure and could not use it. It would be very sad to think about it.

"And, this is just the effect of your Nine-Earth Jade Spirit Gathering. Without that magic weapon, it will be difficult for you to live." Yan Hui ignored the look of crying on the little girl's face and continued to tell the possible cruel facts.

Sang Jue did not cry when he suffered physical pain, his relatives died and the world was shattered, he did not cry when he experienced hardships and suffered. In short, he did not cry under all kinds of hardships. At this time, she wanted to cry when she heard what this inexplicable man said.

"What should I do?"

"On my teacher, practice sword techniques, use swords to refine the heart, and use heart to shape the swords to obtain the great way." Yan Hui said that his sword finally slowed down.

Sang Jue no longer hesitated, knelt down and bowed: "Master is here, I will be bowed by my disciple! My name is Sang Jue, the mulberry tree of the mulberry tree, and the jade jue, what is the name of the master?"

Yan Hui showed an invisible smile, her tough face relaxed a lot, and she brushed her sleeves and helped Sang Jue up: "The world calls me Yan Hui Jianjun, and he is the current head of the Jian Pavilion."

"Hengjian Pavilion?" Sang Jue was shocked, "Then you have to go find Doudou quickly, it will be eaten by the disciples in the cabinet."

"Hmm?" Yan Hui was puzzled. Seeing that the newly accepted disciple was anxious, he made a gesture to turn into a paper crane and flew out of the pavilion. "The disciples in the pavilion will not eat monsters with their masters at will. You can follow me into the Tao first."

Sang Jue trusted him inexplicably, after all, he was his master, not.

"Working with the sword and vanishing the clouds, and realizing the Tao and bearing the blue sky. Cultivating the sword first is to cultivate the mind. Taking the heart as the sword soul and the body as the sword move requires perseverance and perseverance. Are you willing to accept the Taoist sword cultivation that has achieved supreme martial arts, enter our walls, and become my disciple of Yan Hui?"

The purple furnace raised smoke, and the blank paintings floating on the wall blurred the figure standing sideways above. Yan Hui deliberately avoided the affairs of the sect. At this time, Sang Jue was just his personal disciple and had nothing to do with the sect.

Sang Jue knelt on the cushion, looking at the blurry figure on the scroll, that is the master. She put her hands on the ground and kowtowed loudly: "Disciple Sang Jue vows here, and from then on, he will travel thousands of miles under his feet, and use the sword in his hand to seek the ultimate truth of heaven and earth!"

"The great way is impermanent, and only those who firmly believe in breaking the infinite confusion can escape from the world. I am very happy that you can become my disciple. I hope you will live up to yourself and the sword in your hand in the future."

After Yan Hui finished speaking, the incense burned out in the furnace and formed a mysterious pattern. He took it into his arms, and from then on they became masters and apprentices.

"Okay, now I will give you a wooden sword and start practicing sword from tomorrow." Although Yan Hui was serious, she was worried that her disciple was a little girl who was not much better than a mortal. Let her be let go today.

Sang Jue had a three-foot-long wooden sword in his hand, with the bare logs and the dull yellow color, which was extremely inconspicuous. But she felt heavy, as if it was pressing on her heart, and her heart was no longer burned by fire, and she had hope.

"Since you are my disciple, don't deceive me. Tell me why you have arrived at the forbidden area at the cliff." Yan Hui obviously did not have the intention to settle the score in Qiu Hou. Sang Jue hesitated for a moment and told the whole story.

She briefly described the days when she and her mother depended on each other in another world, and then described in detail what happened before and after the world was destroyed. As for why she escaped from Qingfeng Valley, she said a few words, looking like she didn't want to mention it.
Chapter completed!