Fengshen Wendaoxing

The ointment brought by Qingyun was very effective, and after only a moment and a half after applying it, the wound on Lu Chuan's body was completely healed.

He fell asleep, and when he awoke it was already dark.

When Lu Chuan lit an oil lamp and sat on the futon and picked up a spiritual fruit to eat, he could vaguely hear the voices of Yang Jian and his sister talking softly.

"This sister-in-law!"

A faint smile appeared on Lu Chuan's face.

He can see today that Yang Jian cares about this younger sister very much.

Maybe it was because the two suffered a lot when they fled in the hands of Tianting, so now he doesn't want his sister to suffer any more harm.

"I hope you can continue to protect me like this." Lu Chuan suddenly sighed.

History always repeats itself, and the brother and sister will also repeat the scene of their mother and brother Haotian in the future.

I don't know how Yang Jian should feel when he thinks of today's scene.

After eating the spiritual fruit, he took the futon and walked to the open space of Linghe Cliff outside the house, bathed in the bright moonlight, and began to sit cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating.

Although he had already reached the realm of refining Qi and transforming into a god, he still felt a little anxious because he had not been able to cultivate into a primordial spirit for a long time.

If you can't cultivate the Yuanshen, you can't use the Yuanshen to control the flying sword and take the enemy's head from thousands of miles away.

When Shen Gongbao slashed the banshee with his sword and Jiang Ziya slashed the demon Taoist with his flying sword, he used the technique of controlling the sword.

But whether it is the way of immortality or martial arts, when practicing, such emotions such as irritability are taboos in cultivation, and must not be there, otherwise it is easy to go astray.

The night was getting dark.

"Then third sister, you should rest early, I went outside to practice."

Yang Jian said as he opened the door and walked out of his hut.

However, after seeing Lu Chuan outside, he was slightly taken aback, and immediately walked towards Lu Chuan.

"Are you all right?"

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to the ground and flicked it to create a futon, sat on it and asked.

"Um!"

Lu Chuan didn't open his eyes, but nodded lightly, and said, "By the way, why didn't you accompany your sister and came out?"

"My third sister is going to rest."

Yang Jian said: "Every time she comes to see me, I will leave the house to her."

With a faint voice, Lu Chuan could hear his concern for Yang Chan.

"Brother, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Lu Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, and said to Yang Jian, "Please pass on the eighty-nine profound arts to me."

"Why do you bring this up again?"

Yang Jian frowned: "Didn't it mean... after you saw the change and fulfilled your wish, you gave up on this idea?"

In an instant, he had a feeling of being cheated.

"Brother, is that what we really said?"

Lu Chuan's face was calm, and he said lightly: "I seem to just say that I need to think about it."

Yang Jian was startled, frowned and thought it was true, so his face turned ugly.

"The Daoism taught by Master Uncle must not be too bad. Why do you insist on learning eight or nine Xuangong?"

Lu Chuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth: "Because I always feel that I can do it myself!"

"Pull it down, there are eight thousand people who have said what you said just now."

Yang Jian couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth after hearing this, and said: "But in the end, I was slapped in the face. I don't know where you have such confidence?"

Don't say it, this guy is really arrogant!

Lu Chuan said lightly: "Then where did you get the confidence when you practiced eight or nine profound arts?"

"I……"

Yang Jian froze, and then said with a dark face: "When Master taught me the Dharma, he taught me the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu, but I didn't understand it at the time..."

"Every family has its cupboard."

Lu Chuan understood, then reached out and took off a jasper gourd from his waist, uncovered the cover, took a sip and handed it to Yang Jian?

"You actually drink?"

Yang Jian was very surprised.

"See what you're making a fuss about. Immortals still drink fine nectar and jade dew, so what if we drink some wine, and we don't eat meat."

Lu Chuan said angrily: "And this is not wine, it is what the gods drink. Gold is precious. I also took advantage of Chongming's absence, that...help him drink a few sips, drink it if you want, no Don't regret it!"

At the beginning, he also felt that this small gourd could not hold much, so he called Shen Gongbao, a master, very stingy.

I never thought that this gourd is still a treasure, and it has a space inside, which is enough to hold a well.

Now that several years have passed, even if he helped Chongmingniao, he still hadn't finished drinking the fine nectar in it.

Yang Jian glanced at Lu Chuan and then at the gourd in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally took it, raised his head and closed his eyes, and took a big gulp.

"Is it good to drink?"

"It's not good." Yang Jian shook his head, returned the gourd, and said, "It's bitter."

"That's because you are suffering in your own heart. It has nothing to do with my fine nectar."

Lu Chuan snorted, "The most amazing thing about this thing is that you can taste whatever you like in your heart."

After speaking, he took another sip.

Yang Jian thought about it, took another sip, and savored it carefully.

Looking up at the moon for a moment, Lu Chuan said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, pass on my Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu, I am serious, I know you are thinking of me, but I am not reconciled if I don't practice it, and it is my fate if I fail to practice it. Nothing to do with you."

Yang Jian was startled when he drank, and then fell silent.

Lu Chuan was also silent for a moment, and said: "If you really don't want to, then I will go to the uncle tomorrow morning. I believe that the old man will definitely not refuse..."

"No need, this is my magic skill of teaching and protecting the Dharma. Since you want to practice it, I have no reason not to pass it on." Yang Jian looked up at him and said.

"Thank you, brother, for fulfilling it!"

Lu Chuan said solemnly: "I owe you a favor for this matter. I will do my best for what you want to do in the future, little brother..."

"You're welcome!"

Yang Jian didn't care too much, and then he didn't say much, and started to teach Lu Chuan a method.

This method is not long, it has more than a thousand words, but it is dry and mysterious, and it is not easy to remember.

It took Lu Chuan some time to remember everything in his heart.

"Junior Brother, remember, up to three years, if there is no result at that time, you have to give up cultivation."

Yang Jian also said very solemnly: "Otherwise you are doing useless work, wasting your time and delaying your cultivation."

"Brother, don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion." Lu Chuan nodded and said.

Yang Jian is the kind of person with a cold face and a warm heart. He can still feel the sincerity in his words.

Afterwards, Lu Chuan closed his eyes and realized the new method, while Yang Jian looked at the bright moon alone, and took a sip of Lu Chuan's gourd from time to time.

Half a month later.

One day, Master Yuding suddenly called Lu Chuan, who was practicing kung fu, to Jinxia Cave.

"Lu Chuan, how long have you been coming to Yuquan Mountain?" Master Yuding asked sitting high on the cloud bed.

Lu Chuan thought for a while and said, "It's been more than two years, uncle, what's the matter?"

"You should go down the mountain."

Real person Yuding said: "Your master sent a letter today asking you to go down the mountain and return to Chaoge. He has something to tell you to do, so you go and pack your things now!"

"Yes, Master, this disciple will leave!"

Hearing that Shen Gongbao told him to go back, Lu Chuan nodded despite his doubts, turned around and left Jinxia Cave holding his halberd.

The biggest purpose of his trip is the Bajiu Xuangong, and now that he has obtained it, he has no regrets even if he wants to leave.