Not long after Zhao Yan left, the second owner Sun Defang came from the south on a horse. When he saw someone leaving, he asked, "Who is here?"

Zhuangren said: "Zhao Yan, the left guardian of Qihan Sect."

Sun Defang asked: "What's the matter?"

The man in the village said: "I didn't say anything, but I just said I wanted to find the owner of the manor. Because the owner of the manor was not there, I left. When I left, I asked about the location of the Shishui Sect. I said that I would come to visit the owner again the next day, so I must let me tell the owner that he had come to find him."

Sun Defang narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhao Yan's back who was leaving, and said, "Okay, I know. If he comes again next time, if the owner is still not here, be sure to notify me."

In the north of Shu, at the foot of Wuliang Mountain, one of the thousands of peaks, an old Taoist was walking slowly towards Wuliang Mountain with a baby in his arms. This person was Wujizi, who was taking disciples in Xiejia Town, and the child in his arms was Wangyu, his disciple.

Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he suddenly remembered something. Wuji smiled at Wangyu and said, "I'm old, I'm old, I can't remember many things. We'll go back to the mountain later and we'll take you a junior brother."

Wujizi turned around and came to the village where Wuliang Academy was located. Several children finished lunch early and were playing outside. Yesterday it was quite snowing. The children were playing snowball fights. Suddenly, the old god appeared in front of him and all ran over to ask the old god to help build a snowman.

Wujizi was also happy to play with his children, so he grabbed the snow out of thin air, and the snow was like aware of it. The surprised children clapped and cheered.

Wujizi asked: "Have you been back yet?"

The children shook their heads and said, "Sir hasn't come back yet, I'm afraid it's going to take some days."

Wujizi asked: "Where is the child I almost tripped up two days ago?" Wujizi looked at the crowd and didn't see him.

When the children heard that they all lowered their heads and said, one of them said a little bigger: "He was injured and lying at home now. I heard from my parents that it seemed that it was almost impossible."

Wujizi was stunned. How long has it been? Why did it suddenly happen? Wujizi asked: "What happened?"

The child said: "Yesterday he and his father went up the mountain, accidentally fell down the mountain, and after he was rescued, he became unconscious."

Wujizi said: "Can you take me to his house?"

The child nodded and took Wujizi to the injured child's home. At this time, the gate of the injured child's home was closed. Standing at the gate, you could hear a woman crying in the house from afar. Wujizi pushed the door directly into the house and went straight to the house. This Wuji is an old god recognized by all the villagers near Wuliang Mountain, and his words are regarded as a wise saying.

The male owner, who was already sighing in the room, saw the old god coming to his home, hurriedly called his crying wife and said, "The child is saved, and the child is saved."

The woman turned her head and saw that it was the old god who came. She hurriedly ran out, not caring about the ground that was being stepped on into mud outside. She knelt down in front of Wuji and cried, "Old god, save my child."

Wuji quickly pulled the woman up and said, "Take me to see him."

The woman hurriedly waited Wujizi into the room. At this time, the child was unconscious on the bed. Wujizi explored his lower meridians. The pulse was already very weak, but he didn't swallow his last breath, as if he was unwilling to accept it.

The woman couldn't help crying and said, "I don't quarrel with his father to go up the mountain on weekdays. I don't know what happened these days, so I have to follow him up the mountain. Yesterday I accidentally slid down the mountain and fell into a coma when I found it. The doctor in the village said that it was no longer possible and asked me to prepare for the future generations, but the child was still there." As he said that, the crying sound increased.

The child's father grabbed him and said, "Can you stop talking and talking, let the old god take a good look at our child?"

The old fairy looked at the child and sighed, then put her palm on the child's chest, quietly put it for about a stick of incense, and then stopped and said, "The doctor said it well, but it is basically impossible."

The child's mother had actually heard of this news, and had fainted once for this news, and almost cried. But when she heard the news from the old immortal again, she still collapsed to the ground in an instant, and tears gushed out again. The heartbroken expression made the viewer unable to help but want to cry.

It’s not that the old fairy said the same desperate words, so she was so painful again. But she, who was already desperate, was desperate again after seeing hope, so even if she knew this bad result, she would still be heartbroken because hope was shattered once.

At this time, the child's father was relatively better. He obviously heard that the old immortal should have something to say. So he pulled up his wife and said, "The old immortal has not finished speaking yet, don't do this for now."

Wujizi sighed: "I don't know if I can save him, but I will do my best. A few days ago, I met him down the mountain and he said whether he could take me as his teacher. Actually, I was willing to do it in my heart. But if there was something wrong at that time, I would have to wait until I came back to accept him. The child suddenly wanted to go to the mountain and was afraid that it would have something to do to accept him as his disciple. He still had a breath and was unwilling to accept it because he had not become my disciple. So I would do my best to treat him. I had stabilized his injuries just now. If you agree, I want to take him back to the mountain to continue to treat him."

The child's parents then calmed down and nodded quickly. Wujizi said again: "If the child is cured, can I let the child take me as my teacher?"

The child's father quickly said, "No problem, no problem. It is his blessing for the old god to accept my child. Thank you for the old god."

But the child's mother was a little hesitant, and Wuji said, "Don't worry, if you agree or not, I will do my best to save the child."

The child's father kept saying, "We agree, it's really an old god."

The mother said, "Can I see him again in the future?"

Wujizi was stunned and said, "Of course I can see him. I am on this Wuliang Mountain, not far from this. I can see you at any time if I want to see you. I just worship me as my teacher. Besides, I am just a mortal, not a god, and I will not disappear even if I take my child."

The mother then said, "Of course I know that the old god you have accepted the child as your disciple, which is a blessing for the child, but the child is still young, and I am a little reluctant to leave him. It's good to see him, and it's good to see him. The child, please ask the old god." After that, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed hard.

Wujizi asked: "What is the child's name?"

The father said, "There is no good name, Zhang Shuangliu, and the old god will give you another name."

Wujizi thought for a while and said, "Then I will give the child a Taoist name called Twins."

Wuji held Wangyu with one hand, then carried the unconscious twins on his back, said goodbye to the couple, and went out and headed towards the mountain.

The twin father looked at Wujizi who disappeared like a gust of wind and said, "Isn't this a god?"

The mother looked quietly at the place where Wujizi disappeared. She was reluctant to look back for a long time and prayed that her child could get better quickly and let herself see her child again, even if she could only see once a year.

This is the life of twins. He bravely opened his mouth and fought for his chance to become a disciple from Wujizi. He was worried that he could go up the mountain to learn skills. But something happened when he went up the mountain, but it was the accident that made his family possible for him to go up the mountain to learn skills. Otherwise, the mother of this child would really not be willing to let his children stay away from him. This is the life of twins, but twins have their own destiny. In the future life, twins have their own legendary life.

Destiny may change because of a word or even a look.

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