1001st Ascension

1001st Ascension

Author: Wheat Ears of the Blue Bird

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The Patriarch Di Yuan practiced for thousands of years, trained [-] apprentices to ascend, and created [-] manuals for ascending, which are regarded as cultivation secrets.

But the master of the eighteen great immortals, the original author of the eighteen manuals for ascension, the ancestor of the earth, after trying 1000 times, he still failed to ascend.

When preparing for the 1001st ascension, a cool and handsome young man came up from Qingling Mountain.

Di Yuan Patriarch: "Tuer"

The beautiful boy turned his head, looked at him, and frowned.

Patriarch Di Yuan: "Disciple, meet Master."

Content tags: supernatural, gods and monsters, a match made in heaven, sweet, epic, fantasy

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wu Shi┃Supporting role: Ling Jun┃Others: Master and apprentice, junior, cultivation

ancestor

Wu Shi lived almost [-] years old, and the most regrettable thing in his life was that no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't ascend.

His master, Tianzong Wizard, only practiced on Qingling Mountain for 50 years before he ascended to the ascension.

Although his eighteen apprentices have participated in different times, they are surprisingly consistent in the matter of cultivation. They all practiced on Qingling Mountain for 50 years and ascended successively.

And he practiced Taoism, alchemy, mind technique, Qimen follow armor technique, and wrote [-] guidebooks for cultivating immortals with great painstaking efforts. There are countless immortals.

But the original author of the book still didn't ascend.

His eighteen apprentices are quite conscientious. Seeing that the master is so obsessed with ascension to heaven, from the eldest to the youngest eighteen, they have all enthusiastically led the master to fly, but the result is that every time, the apprentices who are troubled also fall from mid-air , I couldn’t get out of bed after falling for half a year.

When the apprentice asked [-] whys, and the question always revolved around why he had to ascend, the ancestor of Diyuan finally replied shyly that he went to heaven just to find someone.

When the moon was in the sky, Wenchang Xingjun who came to visit the master, when the master asked the result again, secretly glanced at the expectant master, and replied a little helplessly: "Master, you said that you don't even know the name of that person?" , I only know that it is your master, and the apprentices can't find it for you."

The ancestor of the earth did not answer the words, but just looked up and stared at the high night sky.

Lonely Moon, Pale Star, and frustrated people all look very gloomy.

Every time Wenchang came here, every time he finished answering, the master looked like this, which made him a little unbearable, so he said again: "Master, do you still remember what he looks like?"

Patriarch Di Yuan's face was a little red, but it was not obvious on his wheat-colored skin. He quickly glanced at the smiling Wen Chang like a child who fell in love with him early, and his voice was like a mosquito humming. :"very nice."

Wen Chang straightened his eyes, thinking about the group of gods in the Nine Heavens, which one is not good-looking?He picked up the folding fan and knocked hard on his forehead three times. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he looked at the master suddenly, his eyes shining.

"I know where the problem is, master, the name of your ancestor was passed down to later generations. When I followed your master before, it must not be the name? No wonder the few of us are looking for relatives in Jiuchongtian" After posting it over and over again, no one came to claim it, master, what was your name before you came out of the mountain?"

The old ancestor Di Yuan's face turned even redder, which made his face look a little black. Wen Chang stared at Master Tie Qing's face, feeling that the master's 'boudoir name' might not be very good.

"Little black fat".

The voice of the ancestor Di Yuan sounded like a silk, Wen Chang guessed it based on the shape of his mouth and the master's complexion.

Wenchang looked at his master again. He was tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Although he was muscular but not brutal, his skin was not white but his features were handsome.

Patriarch Di Yuan quickly glanced at him again, but his black eyes were good at reading people's thoughts. He smiled at Wenchang, leaned over, and asked mysteriously, "Little Wenchang, do you know that the first door you cultivated as a teacher What is the spell?"

Wen Chang shook his head cooperatively and leaned forward, expressing his interest in Master's past.

"It's alchemy. After turning into a human form, the teacher's first thing was to collect the world's spirit stones and put them in the hot springs on the top of the mountain. In order to test the effect, the teacher also caught a little black wolf as a test object. Is the whitening soup effective?"

"What happened next? Did the little black wolf turn into a little white wolf?" Wen Chang asked anxiously as he moved closer.

The Patriarch Diyuan sighed, straightened up, looked at the Sirius in the sky, and said leisurely: "No, after soaking for 50 years, it ascended, and became Lord Sirius, claiming to be the one of your second senior brother."

Wen Chang glanced at his mouth, and said disdainfully: "So that's the case, I think this guy can never be a disciple accepted by the master. He is arrogant and domineering under your name. He is an existence that specializes in creating troubles in Jiuchongtian. However, I I have seen its prototype, it is a gray wolf."

"Isn't that right? The black wolf has turned into a gray wolf, and he became what he is now as a teacher." The patriarch touched Yingting's nose, and smiled shyly at his disciple, showing a neat mouth. White Fang.

With the blessing of the world's spirit stones, it turned from black to wheat-colored. Master, how dark were you at that time?Wenchang held back a smile, stood up slowly, bowed and said goodbye to the master, and comforted him very intimately: "Master, don't worry, the apprentice will go back to Jiuchongtian, and tell all the immortals to see if there is any master who knows Your nickname."

"Okay, but don't post the notice, just ask quietly. After all, the teacher's nickname, um, is not very elegant. I don't want to embarrass you as a teacher."

Wenchang bowed his hands and said yes, boasting that the master thought well.

Patriarch Diyuan stood up and waited for the wind with his disciples. This Wenchang Xingjun practiced Taoism, and now the only thing he can control is the wind.

A gust of wind blew, Wen Chang's clothes fluttered lightly, following the wind, he took off steadily, and the ancestor of the earth Yuan watched the white clothes pass through the layers of clouds and quickly disappeared.

"What does he look like?" When the ancestor Diyuan remembered his disciple's words, a shadow suddenly appeared in his mind. He blushed and ran quickly to the Lingquan on the top of the mountain.

After tens of thousands of experiments, the hot springs at that time were already the spiritual springs that gathered the essence of the world's spiritual stones. Soaking in it for seven days can clean the tendons and cut the marrow.

But for the ancestors of Diyuan, the only function of this spiritual spring is whitening.

Added several kinds of flowers that are said to be able to whiten the skin. After soaking in the Lingquan for a year, the ancestor found out his most appropriate set of clothes, put them on with a sense of ritual, and drew a talisman on the ground. Standing in, closing his eyes and reciting a series of incantations, he went from Qingling Mountain to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

The Patriarch Diyuan not only couldn't fly, even Yujian couldn't. In order to make up for this shortcoming, he had to find another way and created a method of following the earth.

The name of Patriarch Diyuan is famous all over the world, but no one knows his real name Wu Shi. This small town is the place where he lived when he first entered the world. To him, it is of great significance. It was all learned at that time, and it was witnessing people's emotions that first understood what my obsession with that person was all about.

Enlightenment is actually very simple. It may be a flower, a painting, a scene, or a person.

Meiqing Town is a beautiful town surrounded by water. Wars, earthquakes, and floods have nothing to do with this place. The old people in the town said that the attack should be attributed to the Qingshi Daxian in Qingshui Lake. It is said that it was once the ancestor of the land. amulet.

Pushing open an old door with a sense of age, Wu Shi walked into a courtyard, entered the house familiarly, took out a bead from his sleeve, and the soft light instantly filled the whole room.

He put the beads on the table, tidied his clothes for a while, then held up the beads again, and walked into the inner room. He covered his heart with his left hand, his face turned black and red again, and he was short of breath. Finally, the long eyelashes moved, and the eyes slowly opened, but in an instant, they closed, shook their heads, and then opened again, his face gradually turned cold, and he stared fixedly at the white wall opposite, He was motionless, and his whole body was stiff.

The portraits that hung there for thousands of years are gone.

This was drawn by senior brother Bai He after his master was promoted back then. It was the idea of ​​seeing this painting and eagerly wanting to get it that made him take a step forward and learn to walk for the first time.

He exchanged this painting with Senior Brother Baihe with the inner alchemy that he refined in 2000. Later, he also wanted to paint a painting for his master, but just like Feisheng, he has no talent in painting. The painting skills of the saint of painting, he finally gave up this skill after wasting tens of thousands of pieces of silk paper.

Unlike Feisheng, what made him, who could focus on one thing for thousands of years, give up was because he already had this painting.

He carefully hid it in this place that can be said to be his ancestral home. The picture was sprinkled with shark pearl powder from the deep sea, and the frame was made of ebony wood from the East China Sea. The valuable black pearls from the South China Sea, and this room is entirely made of thousand-year-old camphor wood. The only purpose is to prevent moisture and insects, so that it will be immortal for thousands of years.

The outermost edge of the courtyard is the most exquisite Qimen hexagram array designed by myself. In the eyes of others, this place is just a pile of rocks behind the ruined temple, and around the house, there are buried poisons that can volatilize poison, fascination, madness, and madness. The six-color spirit stones with the nature of ignorance, infatuation, and death, not to mention ordinary people, even gods in the heavens, can hardly resist the erosion of this ancient spirit stone.

This, the eighteen apprentices tried one by one