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Lanke Mountain is in the east.

In the past, it was famous as a treasure land because of its beautiful scenery.The literati climbed to the top and left poems, and those who asked the question went and forgot to return.

Later, the Venerable Palace Wu Nian decided to open this sect and recruit all the cultivators from all over the world, so this place was gradually not mentioned by the secular people.

There are many cultivators in the world, and Lanke Mountain is not the only sect.However, in those years when Gong Wunian was there, Mount Lanke was always the most dazzling one.

One day later, Gong Wunian suddenly decided to go to the bottom of the cliff to retreat, and cast a spell to turn Mount Lanke into a place covered in clouds and mist.

Over time, Mount Lanke was not always mentioned by ascetics.

So far, more than 200 years.

……

Mo Tingchan sat cross-legged on the top of the cliff. This was the No. 40 nine days and nights when he noticed a slight movement in the formation at the bottom of the cliff.His snow-white beard and hair were already messed up by the strong wind, and he didn't care. He just quietly looked towards the bottom of the cliff with a pair of vicissitudes of life, and murmured hoarsely: "Is it Master?"

"It's been 200 years...don't you plan to go out?"

His answer was a long silence.

Mo Tingchan looked towards the bottom of the cliff, watching silently, not noticing that the wind direction had changed since then.

As if walking out of the wind, there was already a man standing behind him with his hands behind his back.

The man looked at the bottom of the cliff imitating Mo Tingzen, looked at it for a while, and opened his mouth. His voice was very soft, and there was a hint of indifference: "Are you calling me?"

Mo Ting Chan paused, turned his head suddenly, and saw a strange yet somewhat familiar face.

Yes, a pair of peach eyes, a black robe.And the expression that winked at him just now, besides Shizun Gong Wunian who ran to the bottom of the cliff without saying a word 200 years ago, who else would it be?

"Master, master..." Mo Tingchan stood up.

He didn't have any hope at all, he didn't expect that Gong Wunian would really leave the customs.When I got excited, my tongue became uneasy, and I couldn't figure out why after studying for a long time.

Gong Wunian smiled and patted Mo Tingchan's shoulder: "Okay, goodbye master." He looked at Mo Tingchan and hissed, "Tingchan, why are you so old."

Mo Tingchan touched his face, looked at Gong Wunian who was the same as 200 years ago, and felt emotional in his heart: "It's been 200 years, Master, I, I should be old too..."

"What are you old?" Gong Wunian flicked his sleeves, "I'm not old yet, how can you be old?"

As soon as he flicked his sleeves, Mo Tingchan's beard and hair turned back to black inch by inch, and even the vicissitudes in his eyes faded a little, and he only seemed a little more calm and honest than others.

"How many of them are there?"

Mo Tingchan knew that Gong Wunian was asking about the juniors and sisters who were taught by him at that time, and hurriedly said: "They all stayed on the mountain. These years have been very peaceful, and the juniors and sisters all stayed on the mountain to guide the disciples."

"En." Gong Wunian responded: "Go, go and call them all over."

With that said, he turned and walked down the mountain.As he walked down the mountain, Gong Wunian glanced around and said, "Since I'm back, there's no need to keep this fog." Seeing that he just stretched out his hand and tapped it in the air, it was as if a gust of wind had blown away the clouds and mist and surrounded the surrounding area. The 200-year-old clouds and mists on Ronke Mountain disappeared in an instant.

Mo Tingchan was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.The two seemed to be walking comfortably, but the actual speed was very fast.Mo Tingchan would look up at the figure walking in front from time to time.

From a very young age, he and his six younger brothers and sisters began to be taught by Gong Wunian.Gong Wunian is tall, at that time, they had to look up to see him.

But there are not many times like that, when Gong Wunian is teaching, he often throws seven futons on the ground, let them sit cross-legged, and himself sits in the middle.I seldom tell them how to practice, just give them a few words occasionally, and go to test each one after a few days.Most of the time it was about telling stories, the seven of them heard many, many stories during the years they followed Gong Wunian.

For the rest of the time, Gong Wunian was not on the mountain, traveling around.Gong Wunian never took them there, and every time he just told them to practice hard, and when they were ready, when they grew up and understood the truth, they were allowed to enter the world.

Seven of them did not have a teacher.

He never offered tea to his disciples, and Gong Wunian never mentioned it, but it's nothing important.Because Mo Tingchan felt that Gong Wunian had done a better job than all the masters in the world.

What's even more strange is that Gong Wunian obviously didn't teach them much about cultivation, but their cultivation path has been smooth and unimpeded.

After returning to his senses, he had already arrived at Gong Wunian's residence, Qingshi Terrace.

Every six months, Mo Tingchan will clean the place together with his brothers and sisters, and everything here looks as old as before.

There were seven futons stacked next to a pillar in the main house, Gong Wunian looked over, nodded in satisfaction, walked over, threw the futons one by one into the hall, and looked up at Mo Tingchan in between: "Why don't you go?" call someone."

"Oh." Mo Tingchan turned around in a daze, and walked out of the hall.

Gong Wunian looked at his back, picked up another futon and threw it in the hall, after throwing it, his hand that was about to reach down paused.

Gong Wunian frowned slightly, looking at the empty ground.

Finally retracted his gaze.

……

"Return!"

A mighty roar sounded from the Xiaodong Pavilion on Lanke Mountain.

Most of the disciples continued their practice as if they had never heard of it.This voice is basically repeated every day, and they have long been used to it.

Three years ago, Mount Lanke recruited a new batch of disciples, and they were assigned to Xiaodong Pavilion with twenty students.It was probably the third day of accepting apprentices. The older disciples couldn't even remember the names of these younger disciples, but they remembered one name first.

return.

Because of this son's talent is really low, that's all, but his personality is extremely stubborn.

No matter how poor the talent on this mountain is, he can call himself a genius in front of him, and he may not be able to do ten times what others can do once.

But if he can't do it ten times, he will do it a hundred times, a thousand times, until he knows it.Therefore, even the hardest-working disciple on the mountain becomes insignificant in front of returning.

Pang Kui's round face in the Xiaodong Pavilion was flushed with anger, he pointed at the young man in the uniform standing in front of him with trembling fingers, and he gasped for several breaths before speaking: "Ancestor, you are my ancestor! "

Although the young man's face was somewhat bloodstained, it could be seen that he was very fair, his eyes were black, his eyebrows were flat and straight, his lips were less bloody, but it was not difficult to see that he was a handsome young man.Although his hands and feet were a little vacant and trembling, his body was still straight.

"Disciple, you are cultivating according to the method of cultivation that the elder said. I just tried it a few times, and there is nothing wrong with it." Chong Gui's voice was clear and clear, but the tone of his words did not fluctuate much, and his tone was flat.

As soon as he returned to speaking, Pang Kui felt his heart choke, unable to breathe out: "How many times did you do it? You tried 230 seven times in one night, and your life is gone?! "

"If the disciple who slept with me didn't wake up at night and report to me that you were bleeding from the seven orifices, you would already be a dead soul in the underworld!"

"Disciple knows what's wrong."

"You!" Pang Kui was so angry that his head was dizzy, and he only missed a mouthful of blood spraying on Zhong Gui's face.He hadn't heard this sentence a thousand times, but at least eight hundred times.

"Elder, the fog outside has dissipated." Returning to look away, he raised his finger to the outside of the door.

Pang Kui laughed angrily at this blunt sentence: "Okay, ancestor, it's already this time, and you still talk about him!"

"it is true."

Returning to look outside calmly.

Pang Kui glanced back suspiciously, his eyebrows twitched, and saw that the clouds and mists that had been covering for more than a hundred years had disappeared outside, and the clear sky suddenly appeared, which gave people a strange feeling.

Pang Kui forgot to reprimand the return for a while, and walked a few steps outside to check the situation, his ears suddenly itched, and Mo Tingchan's voice transmission sounded: "Lao Qi, come to Qingshitai quickly, the master has left the customs. !"

"What!" Pang Kui was extremely surprised, and wanted to ask one more question, but it was already broken.

He raised his steps and was about to go out, but suddenly remembered returning to his standing, and took a deep breath: "I have already fed you the Shouyuan Pill, go back and rest immediately, and you are not allowed to practice the exercises within three days, stay well for me." In the bedroom."

"Can--"

"go with!"

"Yes."

Returning to answer, Pang Kui withdrew his vicious gaze, turned around and hurried out of the hall, flying towards Qingshitai.

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