When you wake up, all the apprentices are betrayed and leave the teacher's door

Xian Yu only felt that this sleep seemed to have been slept for a long time, and when she woke up, she was in a daze, and she didn't even know what night it was.

I don't know where this is, it's very cold around.

Xian Yu half drooped his eyelids, his face was dazed, his eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost, covering his vision, he felt that his eyes were a vast expanse of whiteness, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The exhaled hot air touched the cold wall, and soon condensed into a cloud of mist, dissipated and condensed, and often returned.

It's like a small prison here.

He raised his palm subconsciously—the heavy top layer in front of him was pushed away lightly like this, and the ice sheet moved back, revealing the dark face of the outside world.

Xian Yu sat up slowly, the newly awakened body was still not quite in control, he tried several times, and finally a bright flame ignited at the cold fingertips, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Only then did he realize that there was an ice coffin beneath him.

This ice coffin was nine feet long and more than two feet wide, much wider than ordinary coffins.

It is completely transparent, like a jade sculpture made of ice, full of cold air, and dark lines around the coffin lid. If you look closely, it turns out that there are many charms drawn on it. If you illuminate it with a candle, it will be radiant and eye-catching.

Xian Yu said in his heart: "These talismans are added to the coffin, at least it takes a Mahayana skill to force it open from the outside, and I don't know who is so powerful..."

He originally wanted to say who was so vicious and gave him so many seals, what's the matter, what heinous thing did he do to be sealed here?

But before the words fell, he suddenly remembered.

This ice coffin was originally built by him.

The wicked one was myself.

He is the only genius who has entered the Mahayana stage in less than a hundred years in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years. In the end of the Dharma era, he is also the only one who is expected to ascend to immortality.

More than ten years ago, Daoist Yuan Fa fell into the devil's way and led a hundred thousand demon soldiers to wash the human world with blood. Wherever he went, no grass grew, and the plague came first.

In order to save all living beings, Xian Yu led everyone in the cultivation world to fight against the demon soldiers for several months.Before the final battle, he had a premonition that he would suffer heavy injuries, and worried that the demon world would take the opportunity to invade after he was unconscious, so he ordered an ice coffin and asked his little apprentice to hide himself in the coffin and slowly recuperate.

Who would have thought that after being in a coma for so long, Xian Yu even forgot that this thing was made by herself.And the spell above is also to prevent the ice coffin from being forcibly destroyed.

But since he was able to wake up, it should mean that this is the Ruyi Gate?

He looked around and surveyed the land illuminated by candlelight.

This place also has the size of two bedrooms by visual inspection. The materials used for the walls and the floor are all common folk stones, which are not special.Moreover, the space in this place is not too small, but there is only one ice coffin parked in the whole room, which looks extraordinarily empty.

It looks a bit... shabby.

Xian Yu couldn't help frowning.

When he was at Ruyi Sect, it was also the largest sect in the world of cultivating immortals, and its scenery was unparalleled. Although he didn't like extravagance, his apprentices would not store him and the ice coffin here...

As Xian Yu walked forward, he suddenly bumped into something hard under his feet, making a 'da' sound.

He stopped involuntarily.

When the flames fell, I saw a few unremarkable dark reddish-brown clay pots in the corner outside the ice coffin. The mouths of the pots were tightly blocked with corks, and I don't know what was inside.

Xian Yu is no stranger to this thing, sometimes he accidentally made a batch of high-quality pills, and he was reluctant to throw them away, so he sealed all the pills in jars for emergencies.

Could it be that the apprentices also put medicine in it?

Coincidentally, after sleeping for so long, it's time for him to pay attention to their homework.

Xian Yu smiled, and opened the jar lightly. The expected smell of the elixir was no longer there, but a sour and astringent smell came over her face.

Moreover, the jar was extremely humid, and the elixir had been stored for an unknown number of years, and it smelled a bit spoiled.

Could it be that wet compresses are popular in the world of cultivating immortals now?

Xian Yu was about to take a closer look, when suddenly a loud noise came from his ear.

He froze for a moment, looking for his reputation.

Not far away, the wooden cover of the cellar was lifted and fell to the ground, making an abrupt sound.

A young man about seventeen or eighteen years old and wearing a shabby jacket jumped down neatly. The child had an anxious expression on his face and was holding a fire folder in his hand.

Zhao Sheng went home after collecting firewood, and when he passed by the cellar, he heard movement inside. He was afraid that there might be thieves or mice inside, so he hurried over.

He took two steps forward, and stopped when he raised his head.

The person in front of him had waist-length hair as dark as lacquer, and his temperament was cold. His porcelain-white complexion shone slightly under the candlelight.Light eyebrows, hanging eyes, high nose bridge, thin and bloodless lips.

Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart surging.

He has seen this face since he was a child, and he has always maintained that cold and slightly cold look in his memory, but he used to look at it curiously through a vague layer of ice coffin, but now——

Now the man who used to lie in it is lazily sitting cross-legged on the edge of the coffin, his top-quality cassock has been wrinkled, but the man doesn't care, holding a jar of pickles that Zhao Sheng had just pickled the day before yesterday, with an expression on his face stagnate.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Look at Yansheng.

Could it be his little disciple?

Yes.

Xian Yu thought to himself, his apprentices are the most obedient and obedient, and they all know that their master's wish is to make the Ruyi Gate flourish. Although he fell into a deep sleep to heal his wounds, the disciples and grandchildren under him must not dare to forget his words.

Thinking of this, Xian Yu couldn't help smiling, shook the jar in his hand, and asked kindly: "What kind of medicine is in it? What are the properties of the medicine?"

"Medicine?" The boy replied hesitantly, "This is filled with pickles. The medicinal properties... sour, sweet and refreshing?"

"?"

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the face of the handsome fairy gradually showed... a blank expression.

Zhao Sheng rummaged around the house for a long time, only to find a lame stool, so naturally he couldn't let Xian Yu sit on it.

He is nearly eight feet tall, tall among men, half a head taller than Zhao Sheng, sitting on that little horse tie like a giant playing with a child's toy.

Master himself didn't feel anything, but Zhao Sheng was very guilty, "I live alone on weekdays, and I didn't expect to buy any furniture..."

Xian Yu said: "No problem."

Even though he said that, Zhao Sheng was still embarrassed, "Then I'll pour you a cup of tea, there's no good tea, so don't be disgusted."

When it came to this, Xian Yu didn't refuse.

He deserves to drink this cup of tea, and he should drink it.

After going through some oolongs just now, he realized that the person in front of him was his descendant of countless generations, that is, the descendant of his little apprentice.

Unexpectedly, when I closed my eyes and opened them, 500 years had passed.The poorest and always stupid little apprentice back then has offspring.

After lying in the coffin for so long, his bones were hardened, Xian Yu twisted his neck, stood up and looked around.

It was only after looking around that Zhao Sheng's family was extremely poor, and the thatched house was so dilapidated that it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Although it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is surrounded by a dense forest not far away. The forest is covered with clouds and mist, and it is surrounded by a narrow and pitiful stream drawn from the forest.

Going in the opposite direction of the mountain is where the residents of this village are concentrated and where the village thrives.

Xian Yu held her breath and closed her eyes.

The five senses of a cultivator are much better than ordinary people's. He has a deep cultivation base and will be more sensitive. 500 years ago, he could even hear the chatter of people thousands of miles away, but now...

The aura in the body didn't even finish a small cycle, and it was blocked in the meridians, just like the water source was just opened, and the valve was closed by someone, and no more drops could flow out.

Xian Yu was not surprised, but just sighed.

If it is said that the spiritual energy in the body of a cultivator above Jindan is a water vein that flows in an orderly manner, then he is like a river flowing into the desert.

This is something that has never been done before.

But he could also guess the reason, probably because he injured his bones in the previous battle, and his body needed to recuperate, so he was forced to fall into a deep sleep.

Right now he is awake, but it doesn't mean that his body has fully recovered, and he still needs to be nourished slowly by the elixir of spirit grass.

Although Ruyimen is not rich, Xianyu loves to refine medicine, and only eating his old money is enough for him to return to the top.

"Master," Zhao Sheng came over with tea carefully, "Master, Shizu, the tea is ready."

Xian Yu took the white porcelain cup and thanked her.

Zhao Sheng stood aside, his hands and feet stiff.

Xian Yu lowered her head and sipped her tea, not noticing that although the boy looked simple, his eyes were big and bright, and they were extremely sincere. His gaze was full of admiration and reverence.

"When the ancestors were alive, they often mentioned your bravery that conquered the six worlds." Zhao Sheng said, "I think back then you held a jade sword and wore a jade crown. ah!"

Although he has never seen these scenes, but from the few words left by his ancestors, he can also get a glimpse of the strength of the master back then.

Xian Yu smiled slightly, and said modestly: "It's just a coincidence, moving mountains and rivers with a sword is a bit exaggerated."

At that time, he was almost a pillar in the world of cultivating immortals, with great achievements and a long-standing reputation in all walks of life, and many people predicted that he would be able to overcome calamity and become an immortal in less than a hundred years.

Whoever saw him at that time had to say respectfully, Daoist Yuqing?

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, his name is still the same as before.

Xian Yu shook her head with a smile, and was about to say something when she was suddenly interrupted by Zhao Sheng's sigh.

"Who would have thought that it was just a flash in the pan, what a pity, what a pity." Zhao Sheng shook his head, "In just ten years since then, the disciples of Ruyimen have scattered and gone to their own future. Hundreds of years have passed, who is the current cultivator? Can you still remember the all-powerful Ruyimen in the past? Although you are awake now, the scenery of our Ruyimen will never go back..."

Walk away scattered scattered.

Go their own way?

Xian Yu even suspected that she had heard wrong.

"……What did you say."

His smile was still on his face, but his face gradually became dark, "What's wrong with Ruyimen? What's wrong with my apprentice?"

"Huh? Am I wrong?"

Zhao Sheng raised his head blankly, "After you disappeared, the Ruyimen group had no leader, and everyone dispersed like birds and beasts. Some happened to inherit some Wenji Pavilion, and got mixed up. Some became demons and became new demons. Lord, wherever the rumor goes, it is like being in Shura’s purgatory, it’s too horrible to look at.”

"By the way, there is another one. After he betrayed the master, he went to other schools to learn swordsmanship. Now he has become the elder of their school. Now they are the biggest and most famous sword sect in the world of cultivating immortals..."

The biggest and most prestigious sword sect?

His Daoist Yuqing used his sword to freeze Kyushu, and no one in the Six Realms dared to challenge his title of sword fairy. When did another sword sect emerge from the corner? ?

After learning his sword, can you still admire other people's? ?

What made him even more unexpected was that when he woke up, he was still praising in his heart, expecting that the apprentices would definitely take care of the family business in an orderly manner, but the truth slapped himself severely.

The master is not dead yet, but all the apprentices have run away?

Like talk?

Xian Yu burst into depression, and asked in a deep voice, "What about the Ruyi Gate?"

"Ruyi Gate?" Zhao Sheng scratched his head, "Of course the Ruyi Gate is scattered like this."

Dispersed? !

The entrustment given to him by his master before his death, the Ruyi Gate he swore to be glorious, but in just 500 years, it just disappeared like this? !

"Forget it..." Xian Yu was dizzy with anger, but he was quite good-natured, so he gritted his teeth and endured it, "Let's go."

Xian Yu comforted herself: "As long as I'm still here, our Ruyi Sect will not be broken up. Our sect is located on Lingshan Mountain and near the Jiaohai Sea, which is a good place for cultivating immortals. It will not be difficult to make a comeback when the time comes."

"But master, our place is Ruyimen."

Zhao Sheng said weakly, "Hundreds of years ago, our Ruyi Gate was restricted by many people, and it disappeared between heaven and earth..."

Xian Yu's young disciple worked hard to find his master, and happily dragged the ice coffin home, but was dumbfounded when he returned——

Why is my home gone?

As a last resort, he settled down at the foot of the Ruyi Gate.

Afterwards, the vicissitudes of life, Lingshan dried up, and Jiaohai retreated, and it became the current appearance of Ruyimen.

"Then what."

Zhao Sheng looked around, still very optimistic, and said with a smile, "Although it's a little downcast, but at least this land deed belongs to us, and we can expand it by then..."

expansion? ?

A dilapidated thatched house that is about to collapse, an old yellow dog that has lost all its teeth, and a grandson who has not yet built a foundation and can hardly afford to eat.

Just expand? ?

Rather tear it down and rebuild.

Xian Yu could only feel the blue veins on his temples twitching, and finally couldn't hold back, and crushed the teacup in his hand with a snap.

This won't work, this won't work.

Under the Taoist Lord Yuqing's sect, he can produce traitors, but he can't end up in a dead end.