Big dreamer

"No, I want to try it myself." Shen Luo smiled and said.

He still remembered that more than a year ago, he asked Taoist Luo to teach him the art of talismans. Master Luo, who was usually quite gentle to him, simply refused. Even if he offered a sky-high price of two hundred gold, the other party still refused. Moved.

Master Luo made it clear that the magic of talismans taught in the temple is not a trick used by charlatans to deceive people, but a real secret skill that can only be practiced by inner disciples with magic power. Not to mention that he is a registered disciple, not an official outer disciple. The disciples don’t even have to think about it.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you." Bai Xiaotian nodded after hearing this.

"If possible, let's see if we can get some rooster blood and black dog blood in the restaurant." Seeing that he was about to leave, Shen Luo added.

"I know you often read some miscellaneous books, but those are things written by literati and miscellaneous writers. Don't take them too seriously..." Bai Xiaotian frowned and said.

He is one of the only three inner disciples in the sect, so naturally he has access to the real talisman technique. However, the rules of the sect are strict, and no matter how close he is to Shen Luo, nothing will be revealed.

"Don't worry, I know my own rules and won't do anything random." Shen Luo yawned and responded vaguely.

Bai Xiaotian knew that persuasion was useless, so he raised his hand and turned to leave.

Shen Luo watched his figure disappear into the forest, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He knew that the other party was worried that he would go astray and tried to persuade him with good intentions, but only he knew his situation.

It's not that he just wants to engage in these heresy, but his life span is limited, forcing him to find another way out.

The Yin Qi that invaded his body more than two years ago had destroyed his fundamental vitality. In the past two years, he relied more on the "Red Snow Powder" every three months to maintain his vitality in the mountains.

Even so, he still felt that his health was deteriorating. He would be a little out of breath if he walked a little more on weekdays. Especially last winter, when he was wearing a fur cloak, he still felt cold in his body and his limbs were cold.

The reason why he only took one dose of medicine in March was not because he couldn't afford the hundred taels of silver, but because it was able to maximize the effect of the medicine. Drinking it more frequently would not only be a waste, but might also lead to a lack of replenishment. Master Luo Not allowed either.

As for practicing the Small Yang Hua Gong, he has progressed too slowly. He has just started to learn it until today. However, his speed of practice is not even comparable to that of the outer sect disciples with the weakest foundation in Guan Nei. Moreover, according to Master Luo, even if this method is a great success, it can only increase life span by ten to twenty years at most.

But with the speed of my cultivation, I am afraid that I have no chance to achieve great success, and it is possible to ride the crane and return to the west first.

He spent so much money to come to this Taoist temple on the mountain, not just because he wanted to survive for a few more years.

Shen Luo thought to himself and walked slowly down the mountain.

The Spring and Autumn Temple is backed by Qinghua Mountain, and the whole building is built on the mountain. Except for the mountain gate, which is close to the mountainside, the other buildings such as Lingguan Hall and Jade Emperor Hall are distributed along the mountain. They are climbed layer by layer. The most important Sanqing Hall is located on the top of the mountain. superior.

Except for the inner sect disciples in the temple, the quiet rooms where the rest of the disciples stay are concentrated at three mountainside cliffs on both sides of the mountain road from the mountain gate to Lingguan Hall. Since the terrain here is quite open, basically everyone can use it alone. one.

There is not much control over the practice of the disciples in the temple. Except for specific teaching days, all disciples are required to go to the Sanqing Hall together to listen to Master Luo and other elders explaining Taoist classics. At other times, they do not need to do morning classes together.

Anyway, the Small Yang Hua Gong in the temple has been distributed to every disciple, and everyone can practice it on their own based on their qualifications.

The place where Shen Luo practices is not far from the Jade Emperor Palace, and he has now returned to the square in front of the palace.

Approaching the palace gate, he did not enter the palace, but just bowed his head outside the palace. After taking a rest, he turned around and left along the stone steps down the mountain.

"Isn't this Junior Brother Shen? How is it that you are back from practicing? Have you started learning the Little Huayang Kung Fu?" At this time, a rather familiar voice came from the hall.

Shen Luo sighed in his heart and turned around.

As he expected, it was none other than Senior Brother Ding, whom he usually had trouble getting along with. Before he could cross the threshold, a shy belly had already poked out of the palace door.

Behind him, there were two young men wearing green preacher robes. One was holding a broom and the other was carrying a bucket. It seemed that they had just finished their homework.

"I've met a few senior brothers." Shen Luo had a warm smile on his face and bowed his hands to several people.

"Junior Brother Shen, I'm not telling you. When practicing Xiao Huayang Kung, you must not be eager for quick success. Although Junior Brother has not been able to get started in two years, don't be too anxious. After all, the future is long. There is no point in rushing when it comes to qualifications. Just keep working hard. ..." Seeing that he was so polite, Senior Brother Ding didn't know what to say. He first pretended to express some words of relief, and then began to preach as if he were a Senior Brother.

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I was lucky enough to get started today. Senior brother Bai also confirmed it for me." Shen Luo blinked and replied seemingly casually.

"Wha...what, you've already started? Does Bai Xiaotian know about it too?" Senior Brother Ding was startled, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

The other two young men also looked at Shen Luo in surprise, their eyes full of astonishment.

After all, they were aware of Shen Luo's situation, otherwise they wouldn't have made any progress after two years of hard training.

According to their private speculation, with Shen Luo's body, he might not be able to get in even if he cultivated for another three to five years.

Shen Luo had already anticipated the reactions of several people, but said nothing and just nodded with a smile.

A trace of depression flashed in Senior Brother Ding's eyes. If Bai Xiaotian didn't know about it, he could have concealed the matter first and then tried to cancel the bet, but the other party already knew about it, and the previous bet was really lost.

"If nothing happens, I won't disturb the senior brothers on their duty." Shen Luo smiled and bowed his hands to the three of them.

"Wait a minute, Junior Brother Shen, don't leave in a hurry. Although Bai Xiaotian has already confirmed it, he hasn't been here for a long time, so there's no guarantee that he won't make mistakes. Why don't you ask Senior Brother to confirm it for you again?" Senior Brother Ding glanced sideways. He said with a smile on his face.

When Shen Luo heard this, he felt a little unhappy.

In fact, Senior Brother Ding had nothing to do with him, but he had deep conflicts with Bai Xiaotian.

There is no other reason. Ding Hua, the younger brother of senior brother Ding Yuan, is also a disciple of the Spring and Autumn Temple, and like Bai Xiaotian, is the only three core disciples in the temple.

Among them, Ding Hua studied under the master of the temple, Bai Xiaotian studied under Luo Daoren, and one person studied under Uncle Wang. The three of them were all the ones with the highest cultivation qualifications in the temple, and they naturally competed with each other openly and secretly.

"I don't think it's necessary. Senior brother is busy with his training, so you don't have to worry about me." The smile on Shen Luo's face faded.

Although he is usually polite to others, he is not a soft persimmon who can be manipulated by others.

He knows in his heart when to be tough and when to give in.

"Junior Brother Shen, why are you talking to Senior Brother Ding? Senior Brother also means well." Hearing this, a person behind Ding Yuan said with a serious face.