Fairy

On the cloud-shrouded Yunmeng Mountain, tigers run and leopards run, bears howl and monkeys cry, and wild beasts almost occupy the entire giant mountain. In such a barren mountain with many wild animals, there should be few people, but there is an old man and a young man sitting on the top of the mountain.

The old man was wearing a black robe, with a bun on his head, holding a white bead in his right hand, and a whisk in his left hand, and looked at the young man sitting opposite him with absent-minded eyes.

The young man was dressed in coarse gray clothes, his face was rosy, his hair was tied with a piece of grass, he looked indescribably chic and elegant, and he was looking up at the old man with a sad expression.

"Wang Xian, this is the ninth year we have known each other." The old man's tone was full of vicissitudes, and he coughed uncontrollably as soon as he finished speaking.

"Old Taoist, since you are weak, don't talk too much. When you are thirsty or hungry, just let me know." Wang Xian took off his coarse gray clothes with concern, put them on the old Taoist, and said with a smile: " You pass on my body protection formula, I have practiced to the state of being invulnerable to the cold, so I am not afraid of the cold."

The old Taoist chuckled, obviously amused by Wang Xian's words, coughed twice, rested for a while, and his voice became low: "Well, you Wang Xian, you have only been in private school for two months, and you know how to use words like Shu Han Bu Invasion , It was not in vain that I trained you for nine years."

The old Taoist thought that his end was coming, his face sank, and he asked seriously: "Do you remember the seven realms of the cultivation world?"

"Of course I remember!" Wang Xian, who had a smile on his face, became serious in an instant, "The seven realms of cultivation are empowerment, real life, ancestor, primordial spirit, supernatural power, asking, and conferring gods."

"Do you know the four-sentence rule in the world of comprehension?"

"Know! The weak are prey to the strong, strength is paramount, ruthless, and respect yourself!"

While speaking, Wang Xian's eyes shot out cold lights, like ten thousand years of ice, and his body exuded a icy cold aura.

"Good! Good! Good! You are worthy of being my successor!" Every time the old Taoist said a good word, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

A trace of worry flashed across Wang Xian's eyes. He was worried about the old Taoist. He was just a boy from an ordinary family in Wangjia Village at the foot of the mountain. Since he met this dying old Taoist nine years ago, his life had undergone earth-shaking changes. Not only have I heard a lot of anecdotes and secrets about the world of self-cultivation, but I have also practiced the old-fashioned health-preserving formulas. At present, I have reached the level of empowerment, which is more harmful than the innate martial arts in the world.

"Wang Xian, I won't hide it from you, my end is today. I want to tell you about my funeral." The look in the old Taoist's eyes dimmed, and his body was so weak that a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Big limit! Old Daoist, are you kidding me? Nine years ago, you looked like a sick ghost. Now you are no worse than before. Why did you suddenly reach the limit? If you want to leave Yunmeng Mountain, you don't want to teach me this Anonymous disciples, just say it, and don’t use the deadline as an excuse.” Wang Xian didn’t change his laughing style.

The old Taoist wanted to laugh, but the corner of his mouth moved, touching the wound, and scolded with a smile: "Don't talk to me at this time. I don't want to die in front of you. I will go to the mountains in a while, and die in a corner where no one is around, so as to save you every year in the future. On the day of my death, I ran to my burial place and cried with snot and tears. This is a storage bag, which contains some spiritual stones, some magic weapons, and some daily necessities. simple."

The old Taoist casually threw the storage bag to Wang Xian, looked at the milky white round bead in his hand, and suddenly burst into a gleam in his eyes, and said: "This bead is a Hunyuan bead, and the Hunyuan world is sealed inside, unfortunately, The old man is not a child, only a child can open the Hunyuan Realm, pass it on to you now, remember, keep the boy body for the next hundred years, otherwise, if you lose your virginity, your Hunyuan Realm will disappear, and the Hunyuan Realm in the Hunyuan Orb will disappear. Everything has returned to chaos. Well, the old man will stop nagging, let’s go, you go down the mountain, and follow my instructions to go to the Golden Sand Sect to learn the Art of Refining Artifacts in a month.”

Lao Dao casually threw the Hunyuan Pearl to Wang Xian, it was as easy as throwing a waste treasure, but