That's how Xiuxian is

Wuzhou.

Ningzhou, Dongyang County, north of Langyu County.

The green mountains are hazy and the clouds are misty. Looking at the ups and downs of the trend, there are cloud dragons and water fishes shuttling around. It seems that a few light inks are fainting, and the artistic conception is on the paper.

Although it is not the divine vein of fairy mountains, it is rich in spiritual bamboos. It is also named Jiuzhu Mountain because of its nine peaks. It is a little famous in Ningzhou.

Along the moss stone steps in the forest, you can find an inconspicuous Taoist temple in an inconspicuous peak.

Suffering from wind and rain, the cracks on the exterior wall of the Taoist Temple wander away, the plaque disappears, the front yard is covered with weeds, and a lush green plant basin is arched in the center

If you look carefully, you will find that this is not a bonsai at all, but a tripod shaped censer, which has been occupied by green plants for years.

Before taking back, this Taoist temple is not inconspicuous, at least there are mottled traces left by years everywhere.

"My disciple, the time of my master is coming, and I will die soon. I will simply give you a few last words. Please listen carefully..."

Under the old tree in the backyard, an old man and a young man sat on the ground. The old man had white hair and a young face. He stroked his goatee with a fresh spirit: "There is no need to be sad. It's normal for people to die of old diseases. Don't make some sniveling gestures."

Opposite, the young man raised his hand to touch his slightly dry corner of the eye, and then stressed: "OK."

"Don't worry. Although I have little time to become a teacher, I have already sent word to your elder martial sister Bai Jin. She will carefully instruct you about cultivation. Thirty years ago, she was the leader of Lingxiao Sword Sect. I want to come now..."

"Speaking of Lingxiao Sword Clan, it's strange. It's a pity that if one of my senior brothers had not been careful and seriously injured, I would have gone back to have a look before I died."

"Forget it, times have changed, saying that there is nothing..."

“……”

An hour later, the young man blinked in confusion, looked at the dying man who was still talking, and secretly moved his stiff legs.

Damn it, I said a few last words. How come the more I said, the more energetic I became?

What the hell?

"That's right, disciple."

Maybe he realized that he was talking too much nonsense. The Taoist clenched his fist and coughed. He looked serious and said, "I know that it's not your wish to become a teacher. You have bad intentions about this, but I really didn't cheat you. With your qualifications, it's a pity not to become an immortal."

The young man grinned. Forgive him for being frank and witty since he was young. It was clear that the old Taoist priest had half a foot in the coffin. Knowing that time was running out, he randomly selected a lucky audience.

And he is just close.

"By the way, disciple, master..."

The Taoist priest coughed for several times, and lifted his sleeve to cover half of his face: "Time is running out. I was in a hurry before I became a teacher. I forgot to ask your name... Eh, what's your name?"

Lu Bei: "..."

Don't rush. Just look back on the past, you walked for two hours at a time.

"Good disciples?!"

"Lubei."

"It's a good name. I'm a teacher. I'm the leader of the Yuhua Sect of Sanqing Peak in Jiuzhu Mountain. After my death, you will inherit the position of the leader."

The old Taoist said with embarrassment, raised his hand and pointed around, trying to regain his previous seriousness: "You must have seen that here are outstanding people and places. It is the Feather Gate of Sanqing Peak. You will be the master from today on."

Lu Bei: "..."

Therefore, Renjie refers to him, and Diling refers to lush vegetation?

If so, it is difficult for him to refute.

Obviously, Mo Buxiu's struggle was futile. When the master and apprentice exchanged their names, there was no serious atmosphere, and this outstanding Yuhua Gate made the atmosphere extremely awkward.

The master and the apprentice stared at each other for a long time, and then they explained that he was excited and practiced outside all the year, so it was very reasonable and logical to grow grass at home.

"Well, disciple, don't talk nonsense. I really don't have much time to be a teacher."

Seeing the sign of Lu Bei running away, Mo Buxiu took out a heaven and earth bag from his arms, pulled his hand and stuffed it in the past. He said quickly: "The leader's seal and the land deed are here, and there is also a [formula for breathing and replenishing qi] in it. It was obtained by my teacher in the far west of Kunlun. Although the sword moves forward, it has a very high purpose. It is a rare book in the world. The level of being a teacher is too high, and I can't practice now. You just started, and it is... "

In the middle of the conversation, the pupil of Xiu's eye was bright and lax, and Lu Bei's hand was pulled down, so there was no sound.

Lu Bei walked too suddenly. For a moment, he couldn't believe it. He was just in high spirits. After two hours of being crooked, he said no, and raised his hand and pointed under his nose.

This try!

Pop!

Mo Buxiu clapped Lu Bei's hand and took a deep breath: "Go on, where did I just say? By the way, I haven't had much time to become a teacher, but I have already told your elder martial sister Bai Jin about the cultivation... Eh, why are you holding the universe bag?"

Lu Bei: "..."

"Oh, I remember, this has already been said!"

Mobu Xiu suddenly realized and slapped himself on the head: "Look at my brain, I'm not moving until I'm dead."

If you try harder, maybe you won't move!

Lu Beizhi rolled his eyes. If he hadn't resisted on the way, he found that he couldn't fight. He would have punched Mo Buxiu in the face.

However, the dead are the most important. He is basically dead if he does not round up. He is a big living man, and it's just asking for nothing to argue with the dead.

"My disciple, although I can't teach you how to practice, cultivating immortals is not just about practice. I have something you should keep in mind."

Mo Buxiu took out a wooden box from the heaven and earth bag and put it in Lu Bei's hand: "The heart of harming people is indispensable, and the heart of defending people is indispensable. Keep this [Formula for Breath and Qi] well, and don't tell anyone, even your elder martial sister."

What do you mean, Elder Martial Sister is not a good person?

Lu Bei frowned, nodded and said nothing more. In front of all the others, he stuffed the books in the wooden box into his arms.

"So, I have no regrets, except..."

Then, don't you not blink and stare at the landing north: "disciple, have you found that you haven't called me Shifu since you became a apprentice?"

Staring at him with affectionate eyes, Lu Bei hit a cicada. I don't know if it was an illusion. He saw a lot of greasy in his eyes.

For a moment, the whole person was bad.

Thinking about the process of being forced to learn, I felt various unwillingness, and then I thought that there was really not much time to repair it. At present, it was very likely that it would be a reflection. If I delayed a little, the other party would die with regret.

It's pathetic.

Finally, facing the eyes full of expectation, Lu Bei took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice:

"Master."

"Good! Good! Good..."

Mo Buxiu clapped his hands and bowed his head with a smile behind him.

Lu Bei: "..."

As a lesson from the past, he was not sure whether history could be repeated, and waited for a moment before reaching out to test his breath.

Unexpectedly, when the distance between fingertips was about the width of palms, the Taoist priest's body quickly became sandy, and his whole body was scattered in white.

Lu Bei is dumbfounded. The wooden box beside him rolls up a whirlwind and puts the white ash into the box. With a few breaths, he has completed the task of doing nothing. The end is almost the end of the banquet.

"Well..."

Lu Bei choked for a moment: "It's convenient."

He put away the universe bag, picked up the wooden box and turned around in the Taoist Temple. After several searches, he finally found a wooden table for worship in the dilapidated main house.

The rear wall looks solid, and the roof doesn't seem to collapse suddenly. It's just a bad time. There are already residents under the table.

A litter of foxes rushed out and howled for a while in an attempt to scare off the uninvited guests with numerical advantages.

However, there was no use for eggs. After Lubei stamped his foot suddenly, four foxes immediately stopped and ran away, went into the wall hole and disappeared in the forest.

"The fox in this world can become a monster and drive away this wave of residents. Tonight, there will be no fox spirits coming to seduce me?" Lu Bei put down the wooden box and pondered over the previous carelessness. He thought that he could not shoulder or lift his hands. The standard model of a weak scholar was really a problem how to spend the night on the mountain.

Down the mountain?

It is impossible to go down the mountain. When he came here, he could see clearly. The stone steps on the mountain road were rugged and steep. He was not friendly to people who suffered from acrophobia.

Most importantly, he is hungry.

After his attempt to open the Qiankun Bag failed, Lu Beicui found that he was trapped in the mountain. At present, except for the masked senior sister Bai, only the fox spirit came back to fight for revenge tonight.

"I hope Elder Martial Sister will come earlier..."

Lu Bei muttered, closed his eyes and opened the panel information.

Name: Lu Bei

Race: Terran

Template: NPC

Grade: 3

Experience: 250/900

Cultivation: 30/30

Life: 22/30 (hunger, shock, fatigue)

Main occupation: None

Secondary occupation: farmer Lv1

Attributes: strength 2, speed 3, spirit 3, endurance 3, charm 3, luck 3

Evaluation: There are some points in my heart. What's good to evaluate!