The days of raising apprentices in Xianmen [Rebirth]

The sky was as blue as washing, and among the mist among the clouds, cranes spread their wings and shuttled through it.

Wen Yuzhi was lying on the crane's back, scratching left and right with curious hands, and accidentally picked out a feather that fell out of nowhere.

Pure white is somewhat soft.

Wen Yuzhi sat cross-legged with Feather in his arms, blinked at Xianjun who was standing on the armrest beside him, and couldn't help reaching out to grab the hem of his clothes.

Chu Qingjun looked down, "What's the matter?"

Wen Yuzhi held up his feathers, "It's pretty."

Mr. Chu Qing looked indifferent, and was about to reprimand him for not being playful, when he found a red line of blood on Wen Yuzhi's palm.

The dark red blood line was not obvious in the fleshy little hand.

Chu Qingjun quickly squatted down, "Give me your hand."

Wen Yuzhi handed him his hand obediently, and then tried to reach something with the other hand.

Mr. Chu Qing ignored it and concentrated on checking the blood lines, but found that there were only some hand lines on his palm, and there were no blood lines, not even a trace of red stains.

The thumb wiped the palm, and after several inspections, the blood line was indeed missing.

Mr. Chu Qing couldn't help it, so he could only put down his hand, but before he stood up, he saw and heard Yu Zhi jumped up vigorously, and put the feather on his hair crown.

After the prank, Wen Yuzhi clapped his hands happily.

"nice."

Chu Qingjun frowned and reprimanded: "Nonsense."

Chu Qing Jungui is an immortal venerable, not to mention laying down millions of corpses in a fit of anger, it would be a matter of one breath to cut off [-]% of your cultivation base, even the disciples of Zhengning Immortal Sect would tremble before they saw him.

However, as if Wen Yuzhi didn't feel it, he raised his head and said in a childish tone: "Master looks good."

Chu Qingjun looked at him silently, the child's eyes were clear, like a shallow stream, without any gloom.

After a while, Mr. Chu Qing touched his head, then turned to look into the distance.

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Fuqiao State Valley.

The crane landed and retracted its wings tremblingly, "Ah~"

Chu Qingjun jumped down first, and then hugged Wen Yuzhi who was shaking those short legs.

"Master!"

"Master, you are back."

Chu Qingjun pushed Wen Yuzhi back with his backhand, the strength was just right, enough to make Wen Yuzhi go forward, but he only staggered a few steps without falling, "Wen Yuzhi, my disciple, brought me a name and recorded it under my sect. "

The two disciples saluted one after another, "Yes."

After explaining the whereabouts of Wen Yuzhi, Mr. Chu Qing turned and left without stopping for a moment.

Wen Yuzhi was a little panicked when he came to an unfamiliar place suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to follow Chu Qingjun, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Wen Yuzhi had no time to catch up.

During the period, the young one cupped his hands and said, "I am Su Yitang, a disciple of Master."

Su Yitang pointed to the person beside her and said, "This is my brother Mo Yue."

Wen Yuzhi saw that the other party had no malicious intentions, and adding that the age difference between the two was only a few years old, he let go of his defenses and imitated Su Yitang's gesture of cupping his hands, "Wen Yuzhi."

"I know, since you are Master's direct disciple, then you are our senior brother!" Su Yitang said: "Senior brother, let's go to the hall of fame first."

Wen Yuzhi didn't know what a name was, but he heard Mr. Chu Qing mention this place just now, so he naturally followed without any objection.

Among them, Moyue has the highest cultivation level, and can easily drive spirit beasts.

Mingtang was far away from Fuqiaozhou Valley, so Mo Yue had to send them there with spirit beasts.

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Chu Qingjun's figure flickered, and he appeared in front of the door of Zangshu Pavilion.

The little boy in Zangshu Pavilion noticed the fluctuation of spiritual power, and ran out quickly, "Good day, Immortal."

Chu Qingjun said indifferently: "I must not reveal anything about my coming here today."

The boy bowed and said yes.

There are seven floors in the Zangshu Pavilion, and each floor houses thousands of cultivation methods, as well as calamities in the cultivation world over the years.

3000 years ago, a demon was born from the lava of hell.

The righteous ways of Xianmen stepped forward to suppress them one after another, but no one was invincible, causing heavy losses to Xianmen.

At a critical moment, the ancestor of Zhengning Xianmen came forward to embrace him with a spiritual body and died together.

Everyone thought that the Double-Eaved Demon Venerable was dead.

However, according to the historical data of Zhengning Xianmen, the ancestor only suppressed him with his life, and then destroyed his body, but his soul still exists in the world.

and……

"The soul is in the bone, and it will be thought in a short time. Blending and annihilation, the soul demon returns."

Scribing this sentence with his fingertips, Mr. Chu Qing frowned and turned to the next page.

"Once the Demon Venerable enters the body, it will not appear at first, and then seize the soul, and reappear in the world in another form of seizing the body."

Could it be that Yuzhi was not the Demon Lord, but the Demon Lord in his body devoured him with one soul?

This can also explain why he was able to hide the devilish energy so well before.

Just because he is not a demon cultivator.

All the magic energy comes from the Demon Lord who appeared inexplicably.

That child was just implicated innocently.

The demon king's soul is immortal, and there is no record of how to eliminate it.

However, Senior Xianmen mentioned that fighting with the soul of the body may have a chance.

In this way, if he can teach Wen Yu Zhizhengmen Kung Fu, he will still be able to fight on the day the demon king is born.

If it wasn't for his mistake earlier, I'm afraid Wen Yuzhi has died of injustice now, and the soul of Mozun is looking for another place and will come out at another time.

Even if he was reborn and returned, he would not be able to prevent the disasters of the past.

Chu Qingjun waved and put most of the books related to the Mozun in the library into the storage bag, then turned and left.

——"Greetings to the Immortal Venerable."

When Chu Qingjun returned to Fuqiao Prefecture Valley, Su Yitang had already taken care of what he had heard about Yuzhi.

Su Yitang happily went up to him and said, "Master! We have cleaned up the house of Senior Brother."

Chu Qing Junsi and Wen Yuzhi, who might explode at any time, felt that it was safer to keep him by his side to take care of him, "Wen Yuzhi lives with me."

"Ah?" Su Yitang is still young, and she doesn't know how to hide her thoughts, and everything on her face is written on her face.

Mr. Chu Qing lived in three rooms, one in the main room and two on the side.

He and Mo Yue have been living in the disciple's house for so many years, and have never set foot in the master's residence.

Su Yitang said: "Master, I also want to live with you."

Chu Qingjun shook his head: "No."

"But..." Su Yitang still wanted to pester her, but Mo Yue grabbed her arm.

Chu Qingjun looked sideways at Wen Yuzhi and said, "You, come with me."

"Yes! Master." The child's voice was loud and passionate, and he trotted all the way to catch up. "Master, wait for the apprentice."

Wen Yuzhi took small steps and chased after him with difficulty.

Chu Qingjun also stopped from time to time and waited for him to catch up.

Su Yitang stomped her feet dissatisfied, "Brother, why did you stop me! If not, I would have earned a room in Master's room."

Mo Yue was older than him, and more calm, "If you go with me, do you want Master to teach you day and night? If you can't recite the dharma, you won't be allowed to sleep. If you can't practice the exercises, you can go to the back mountain to pick water from the spiritual spring to water the spiritual plants. Can you stand it?"

Every time Mo Yue said something, Su Yitang's face became panicked, "This..."

"In case one accidentally does something wrong, you will be expelled from the master's door. If so, do you still want to live with the master?"

"No! No, no, no!" Su Yitang's face turned pale, and she refused to say anything.

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Mr. Chu Qing led the person to the right side of the main room, "Although there is no one living in the house, it is still clean and the bedding is complete. You can check in by yourself."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Chu Qing went back to the main room and ignored Wen Yuzhi.

People have already brought it, so naturally there is no need for him to do anything.

Wen Yuzhi thought that Master was tired.

Wen Yuzhi didn't remember when he went up to Mount Pingtou. When he saw a fire in the village, his master must have taken him to the mountain to rescue him. When he came back from Mount Pingtou and flew all the way, his master must have been exhausted, so he didn't pester his master. Instead, he ran back and forth twice by himself, and put the disciple clothes from the previous room in the current house.

Tired and out of breath but unable to sit still.

He is so happy.

He has an immortal master.

Master is still so pretty.

Although always cold, but very gentle.

Wen Yuzhi was sitting on the edge of the bed, touching the soft bedding and thinking, the feathers on the master's hair crown have not been plucked.

When Chu Qingjun came back, he locked himself in the house and drew talismans on talisman paper.

He wanted to suppress the demon king's soul before Wen Yuzhi finished his studies, so as to avoid accidents.

The talisman itself is ever-changing, and the atmosphere inside cannot be easily described.

What's more, the theory of this sleepy demon existed in ancient records, and no one really drew it out.

Mr. Chu Qing discarded most of the talismans, only three of them could be formed, but they were not very useful.

Among them, spiritual power is insufficient.

Chu Qingjun frowned and looked at the talisman paper, unable to figure out why it would fail.

At this moment, Wen Yuzhi knocked on the door of the room, "Master! This disciple has made some tea, would you like to taste it, Master?"

Chu Qingjun raised his hand to tidy up the messy discarded talismans on the table, and said, "Come in."

Wen Yuzhi pushed open the door and came in, poured a cup of hot tea for Chu Qingjun, and held it in front of him with both hands, "Master, drink tea."

Chu Qingjun took the tea, and the warm tea soaked into the cold teacup, and he felt warm in his hand, "It's getting late, go back and rest."

"Master, this disciple is not sleepy." Wen Yuzhi watched Chu Qingjun finish his drink, and poured another one for him, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Amulet."

Chu Qingjun put the teacup aside, flicked his sleeve with his right hand and spread the talisman with his left hand and asked, "Can you read?"

Wen Yuzhi looked at the strokes on it, it was obviously not a character, but at the very corner, he saw two small characters, "Ting... Bai?"

Chu Qingjun said: "This is my word."

"Words? It sounds good!"

"What about you?"

"what?"

Chu Qingjun frowned and asked slowly: "Do you have words?"

Wen Yuzhi shook his head, "No."

That's something only rich families or people who cultivate immortals can have. How could he have words from a poor background.

Chu Qingjun took out a blank picture scroll from the table, dipped the tip of the brush with some ink, and randomly swiped the pen to drop two columns of words on the blank picture scroll.

When the last stroke was made, Mr. Chu Qing changed his hand and put the brush tip upwards and put it aside, "The morning glow looks like Yanghua. From now on, I will call you Chaohua."

May you really be able to cultivate diligently and annihilate the Demon Lord with the brilliance of the rising sun.

Wen Yuzhi looked at the beautiful font and rolled his eyes with a smile, "Thank you, Master, for giving me the name!"