Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 21 Blood Feather True Monarch

"Senior brother, please don't calm down. This is the first time Xue has seen so many waste talismans. He was just curious for a while. There is no malicious intent. Senior brother misunderstood."

"Hehe, so your talisman-making level should be quite high?"

When the long-faced monk heard this, he couldn't help laughing out of anger.

"To tell you the truth, brother, I don't know anything about the way of talismans."

Seeing this man's eccentric appearance, Xue Leng was not angry, and his tone was very flat.

"What? You bloody-"

The long-faced monk was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he was furious, glaring fiercely at Xue Leng.

"Enough is enough, is the Hall of Spirit Talismans a place of loud noise? Xuanming, don't back down!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows in a blue robe walked out slowly.

After finishing speaking, he stared at Xue Leng with scorching eyes without even looking at the long-faced monk.

"Are you the new kid from the Different Spirit Root, maybe Xue Leng?"

"Disciple Xue Leng, I have met Master Fang." Xue Leng immediately bowed and saluted.

"Well, you boy is clever."

"Let's go, master, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time."

The monk surnamed Fang nodded slightly, and said something unclear.

After finishing speaking, he smiled strangely twice, as if there was some good show to watch.

"Yes, uncle."

Xue Leng didn't dare to take it too seriously, he waved his hand to Han Ming calmly, and then followed the monk surnamed Fang to the back hall.

The person's expression just now gave him a faint feeling of something bad.

After leaving the lobby of the Hall of Spirit Talismans, we came straight to a relatively small room.

Xue Leng saw a Taoist with yellow eyebrows who was concentrating on splashing ink.

This person has yellowish hair and beard, and a pale face. With his loose black and white Taoist robe, he has a bit of fairy charm.

Moreover, the strong sense of oppression emanating from his body is very likely to be an elder in the alchemy stage.

With the previous lessons learned, Xue Leng did not dare to make a mistake this time, but followed the monk surnamed Fang to wait by the side, watching quietly, not daring to make a sound.

The yellow-browed Taoist who was waving his hair was in a very special state at this moment.

When the whole brush is swayed, it seems to be completely natural, revealing some kind of mysterious law of heaven and earth.

This made Xue Leng, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly interested.

However, this kind of curiosity didn't last long, and then turned into a rather weird astonishment.

Because Taoist Huangmei did not paint any landscapes, scenery or figures on the scroll when he wrote the pen.

Instead, there are some strange runes that seem to be messy.

But it was these weird runes that really made him feel vaguely familiar.

Locking his brows tightly on his forehead, Xue Leng's mood was also spinning at this moment, and he couldn't help murmuring: "Could it be..."

At the same time, the talisman pen in Huangmei Taoist's hand sped up, and the strange runes gradually became agile.

Just when Taoist Huangmei put the last stroke into the scroll, the whole scroll flashed with light, and all kinds of scattered runes were instantly intertwined into one piece.

Continuously merging and reorganizing, and gradually forming a weird pattern with the word "quee" on the scroll.

"The Curse of Yin Deficiency!"

A startled cry came from Xue Leng's mouth first, and even the monk surnamed Fang beside him also showed a shocked expression.

But the reasons for their astonishment were different.

Xue Leng was astonished by the Yin Deficiency Curse cast by Taoist Huangmei.

The reason for the astonishment of the monk surnamed Fang was because of Xue Leng's "Yin Deficiency Curse".

"Haha, yes, you can recognize the old man's methods at a glance, are you Xue Leng?"

Hearing Xue Leng's startled shout, Taoist Huangmei raised his head, threw the talisman brush in his hand on the table, and said warmly with admiration.

"Junior Xue Leng, pay homage to Master Uncle."

"There's no need to be too polite." Nodding and smiling, the yellow-browed Taoist's hands instantly released a soft light, and lifted Xue Leng's body up.

"This is the elder in charge of the Hall of Spirit Talismans, Daoist Huang Yu, and also my master. I'm called according to seniority. You should call me uncle master."

Afterwards, the monk surnamed Fang turned around again and bowed his head and said:
"Master, the person has been brought here, and the disciple will leave first."

After finishing speaking, the monk surnamed Fang turned around and left.

For a long time, the two looked at each other silently, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Boy, don't you wonder why the old ghost of Tianfu ignored you and threw it directly into the hall of talisman?"

After a while of silence, Master Huang Yu rolled his eyes and looked at Xue Leng with deep meaning.

"The real master of the sect has his reasons for doing so, and the disciples dare not speculate."

Xue Leng's heart trembled when he heard the words, his eyelashes trembled imperceptibly twice, and he immediately replied seriously.

"Okay, boy, there's only you and me here, so there's no need to talk such useless nonsense."

"Besides, the Tianfu old ghost that I am talking about is not some kind of sect master. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to call him the Supreme Elder?"

Seeing Xue Leng pretending to be serious, Huang Yu immediately waved his hands impatiently.

"The Supreme Elder? Could it be that..."

It is because Xue Leng has already made mental preparations, and he was still a little surprised when he heard the news.

The only surviving elder in Tianfu Pavilion is that one.

Tianfu Zhenjun, a monk in the early stage of Yuanying!
However, what shocked him even more was that the yellow-browed old man in front of him actually dared to call him by his first name, and there was not much fear in his words.

Could it be that……

Thinking of this, Xue Leng's eyelids twitched, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Looking at the old man with yellow eyebrows, he became more and more respectful.

"It seems that you have already guessed something, so the old man won't play tricks on you."

"This seat is called Blood Feather True Monarch, one of the three great sects in the northern region of Great Jin, the law enforcement elder of the Xueqi sect."

"You, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

Blood Feather True Monarch didn't bother to put on any more, staring at Xue Leng with a pair of bloody eyes, his words were full of coldness that could not be rejected.

Looking at the yellow-browed Taoist whose painting style changed suddenly, Xue Leng felt a convulsion in his heart, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

"Master, please be respected by your disciples."

Now that it's all over, how dare he show any reluctance, without even thinking about it, he accepts his head and bows.

"You can teach me, don't worry too much. The old ghost Tianfu has already joined our sect in secret. In a few years, he will be able to completely escape from the clutches of the True Spirit Sect."

"That's right, your yin deficient finger training is not bad, but it has saved the old man a lot of trouble."

Regarding Xue Leng's answer, True Monarch Blood Feather nodded in satisfaction.

In a pair of bloody eyes of prey, the occasional glances revealed are somewhat strange.

It's like admiring some kind of artifact.

"Remember, things here are not to be passed on."

"The identity of the old man cannot be detected by the True Spirit Sect. Otherwise, even if the old ghost Tianfu helps to cover it up, there will inevitably be some troubles. Do you understand?"

It wasn't until seeing Xue Leng that his heart became furious, that Blood Feather True Monarch looked away, and gave an indifferent instruction.

However, his tone was very disdainful, as if he didn't take Zhenlingzong seriously.

To this, Xue Leng naturally didn't dare to have any objection, so he could only nod repeatedly in agreement.

"Okay, you get up first, after three years, the Valley of Sealing Demons will be opened."

"At that time, the teacher needs you to go in and get something."

"Before that, you have to raise your cultivation level to Qi training Dzogchen as soon as possible."

Before he finished speaking, True Monarch Blood Feather tapped his fingertips, and a small and exquisite storage bag fell into Xue Leng's arms.

"The Valley of Demon Sealing?"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Xue Leng took the storage bag and asked subconsciously.

　Gentlemen readers, kneel down and beg to continue reading (There was a loud plop, click, and a crisp sound of bone cracking suddenly sounded. For the ridicule of others, Gan Laomo didn't pay attention at all.)
　　
　
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