Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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"boom!"

The rough, thick and wide bluestone slabs were shaken by the dark light emitting from the sun, and the iron ropes, which were larger than the water tanks.

A six-foot-tall boy with streamlined muscles and a slightly childish face wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Master said, if I can lift this B-size iron lock, teach me the first level of the 'Panhuang Sutra', and now I finally did it." The young man thought with joy.

"Tianyun?"

The rich and slightly hoarse voice shook Ye Tianyun's body and turned around quickly.

At some point, a nine-foot-tall young man with a kind and clumsy face, whose majestic figure could not be concealed in gray single clothes, stood ten feet away behind him.

Seeing the person coming, Ye Tianyun looked happy and said impatiently.

"Master, I raised the size B iron lock."

A smile appeared on the face of the tower-like man.

"I saw."

"Master, you said that as long as I can lift it, you will teach me the 'Panhuang Sutra'!"

"Haha, of course I keep my word as a teacher. However, the 'Panhuang Sutra' is a supreme skill created by your master, and it cannot be taught without being a direct descendant of our sect. Therefore, if you want to learn, you must first become a disciple of our sect. That’s all.”

Ye Tianyun scratched his head and said in confusion: "Master, haven't I already worshiped you as my teacher?"

Qin Zhong subconsciously looked at the bronze mirror phantom in his dantian with his spiritual consciousness.

Only those who have used it know how helpful this thing is to spiritual practice. And he is also the symbol of a direct descendant of the Chongshan lineage.

He walked over, stretched out his dark-skinned, surprisingly generous palm, and patted the disciple on the head.

"You still need to pass your master's postgraduate entrance examination before you can officially get started. However, I believe that with your qualifications, you will definitely pass."

Looking at his master's encouraging eyes, Ye Tianyun nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely be able to do it."

"Master believes in you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright spiritual crane rushed into the small valley, breaking the warmth between the master and the disciple.

"Feihe passes the message!"

Qin Zhong waved his hand, and the spirit crane flew over, circled around, and then fell into his hand and turned into a talisman.

The spiritual consciousness is immersed, and a line of himself is reflected in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Come quickly to Wuzhang Peak."

Qin Zhong's heart was slightly shaken, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"It's been a hundred years and it's finally starting."

"Master...?"

Looking at the disciple's questioning eyes, he smiled slightly.

"Pack your things, master will take you to see your master."

"Great, I'll go right away."

Ye Tianyun turned his head and hurried towards the only wooden house in the valley.

The master and apprentice took their luggage and left the valley where they had lived for more than ten years and came to the outside of the mountain.

After more than ten years of hiding in seclusion, the outside world has long since changed.

High-rise buildings, colorful lights, everything is different from before.

The master and apprentice who originally planned to take the train were quickly kicked out because they did not have ID cards.

"Master, what should I do?"

Seeing his apprentice's eyes asking for help, Qin Zhong scratched his head. If it were him, he would just pick up the train.

But nowadays, as a teacher, you must not do such sneaky things.

Qin Zhong was also helpless, thinking that he, a martial arts cultivator who once had perfected the earthly evil, but now retreated to innate martial arts due to external circumstances, would be stumped by a small certificate.

"Let's go to the station and have a look first. If it doesn't work, then we can think of a way."

Ye Tianyun nodded. He had been with his master since he could remember. He had been living in the mountains for so many years, practicing martial arts and Taoism with his master. Now it was his first time to go out, so naturally he didn't have any better ideas.

The master and the apprentice didn't have much money. After asking for the route, they walked along the street towards the station.

Passing by a park, Qin Zhong stopped.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"follow me."

Seeing that the master had already walked in from a side path, although he didn't understand what he meant, he quickly followed him.

After walking with the master for a while, the sound of "pop-pop" came into my ears.

Ye Tianyun's eyes lit up, he was very familiar with this voice.

After the master and apprentice walked around the trees in front, a small circular square of about fifty or sixty square meters appeared in front of them, surrounded by tall shrubs.

A young man who is nearly 1.8 meters tall and has a somewhat immature look on his face is practicing martial arts diligently with his arms and legs linked together.

It can be seen that he has been practicing for a long time, and his school uniform is soaked with sweat.

But even so, he was extremely focused, and their arrival did not affect his every move at all.

"Master, it's Bajiquan!"

Qin Zhong nodded.

At that time, he traveled around the world and fought against Huo Diange, a famous Bajiquan master. At that time, he had not yet become a disciple of Xu Junming and had no true inheritance. So he only relied on the four elephant palms to achieve an undefeated outcome.

After I left the capital, I planned to seek advice after my kung fu had improved further.

Unexpectedly, he later successfully became a disciple and practiced the Panhuang Sutra. His strength greatly increased and he was considered to have entered the martial arts threshold.

At this point, ordinary kung fu masters, even the so-called Huajin, were far behind him, so they never went there again.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a hundred years later, I met Bajiquan again in this small park. Looking at the young man's movements, it was obvious that he had learned the true story.

Thinking of his master's instructions some time ago, Qin Zhong subconsciously activated the phantom bronze mirror in his dantian and looked at the young man. A ball of bright purple air above the opponent's head condensed into a ball as big as the mouth of a bowl. It was rising and falling, and the light was bright, as if there was an infinite mystery hidden inside.

Under the heavy purple light, the young man who practiced boxing seriously also had a touch of sacred temperament. However, this temperament still seemed immature at this moment, but it already had the momentum of the sun rising in the east and candles lighting up the world.

Qin Zhong was greatly shocked.

The master once told him that when this world is promoted to the Thousand Worlds, a group of sons of destiny who condense the essence of this world will be born. They have extraordinary qualifications and constant opportunities. Let them find these people to take under their disciples and pass on the Taoism.

Ye Tianyun was the one who adopted him as an infant from an orphanage nineteen years ago according to what his master had pointed out. Over the years, Ye Tianyun has indeed been as his master said, with extraordinary qualifications and outstanding understanding.

The Great Dao Boxing, which was improved from the Four Elephant Palms, can be mastered in just one month. In three years, the marrow and blood have been purified, and the innate level has been advanced.

Now, after twelve years, he has reached the late stage of Xiantian, and is only one step away from catching up with his master, whose cultivation has regressed due to the sharp decline in external spiritual energy.

You must know that this is not his era. In modern times, where spiritual energy is becoming increasingly thinner, it is dozens of times more difficult to advance to the innate level than it was a hundred years ago.

Ye Tianyun started practicing at the age of six, and reached the late innate stage at the age of eighteen. He also has a strong Taoist heart and outstanding perseverance. He is simply the best martial arts seed.

He never thought that he would see another seed like this.

"Master said that purple is the most valuable in luck! If you encounter someone with purple energy, don't miss it. Be sure to join this sect."

Just when Qin Zhong's thoughts were wandering, the boy practicing boxing also stopped.

He looked at the tall, dark-skinned man next to him, who was as short-haired and as strong as an iron tower.

"This man is really tall, he must be 2.3 meters tall!"

Although there are many people over two meters tall in modern society, they are still very few in China, where there are more than one billion people.

More importantly, he felt a strong sense of oppression from the other party.

It made him subconsciously fearful.

In addition, the young man next to this person looked about the same age as himself, but he had an extremely powerful aura and thick finger joints. He was obviously a martial arts practitioner.

But his strength is definitely stronger than that of him who has only been practicing martial arts for two months.

Because, he felt a strong threat from the other party.

Seeing the two people staring at him with interest, the young man became more troublesome, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

The rich and slightly hoarse voice made him stop subconsciously.

He turned his head and looked at the two of them warily.

"What do you want to do?"

"Young man, are you practicing Baji Quan?" Qin Zhong asked.

He frowned slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he nodded.

"Looking at how well you've practiced, it's obvious that you've received the true inheritance. Who is your master?"

"I don't have a master, this boxing technique is passed down from my family."

The person who taught him boxing did not accept him as his disciple. He was afraid of exposing the other person and causing trouble to others, so he lied about his family history.

Qin Zhong smiled. After a hundred years, although he was not smart among many brothers, he still had some ability to observe words and emotions.

The boy was obviously lying.

But he didn't expose it either.

"May I have your name?"

The young man's eyes flashed, "My name is Wang Ye!"

Obviously this name is also fake.

"Back then, Huo Diange and I had a close relationship. There was no direct disciple named Wang under the Baji Sect."

"Huo Diange?"

The young man curled his lips inwardly.

During this period of martial arts training, he also looked up the history of Bajiquan on the Internet. Huo Diange, as a disciple of the famous sharpshooter Li Shuwen, was an ancient person who was active a hundred years ago.

If you are friendly with him, doesn't it mean that this person is at least over a hundred years old?

But judging from his appearance, he looks like he is in his thirties.

That's not how bluffing works.

Seeing the obvious sarcasm on his face, Qin Zhong didn't care, but Ye Tianyun next to him was unhappy.

Having been raised by Qin Zhong since he was a child, he could not tolerate others looking down upon his master who was like a master and a father.

"You brat, what do you know? My master became a Taoist through martial arts. At his peak, he opened seventy-two acupoints of the Earthly Demon and lived for three hundred years. Not to mention having an encounter with Huo Diange a hundred years ago, even if you, the boy, will have a dry body in the future, I Master is still alive."

The young man was startled, but he quickly sneered: "What nonsense are you bragging about? This is the age of science. Fairies, devils, and monsters are all feudal superstition."

After stopping Ye Tianyun who was about to speak, Qin Zhong smiled and said: "Young man, the world is not as big as what you see now."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a spiritual talisman turned into a ball of feathered cranes about ten feet in size. The feathered cranes raised their heads and roared loudly, waved their wings, picked up the three of them, and instantly rose into the sky.

The speed was as fast as lightning, and he was over the city in the blink of an eye.