This is what cultivating immortals is like

Chapter 1 The master is gone at the beginning

Wu Zhou.

Ningzhou, Dongyang County, north of Langyu County.

The green mountains are hazy and the clouds are misty. Looking from a distance, there are clouds, dragons and water fish shuttle between the ups and downs of the trend, like a few strokes of light ink blurred out, and the artistic conception is vividly reflected on the paper.

Although it is not a fairy mountain, it is rich in spiritual bamboos, and because the mountain has nine peaks, it is named Jiuzhu Mountain. It is well-known in Ningzhou.

Climbing up the mossy stone steps in the mountains and forests, you can find an inconspicuous Taoist temple on an inconspicuous mountain peak.

Weathered by wind and rain, the Taoist temple's outer wall has cracks, the plaque is missing, the front yard is covered with weeds, and a lush green plant pot is arched in the center...

If you look closely, you will find that this is not a bonsai at all, but a tripod-shaped incense burner, which has been left unattended for many years and is occupied by green plants.

I take back what I said before, this Taoist temple is not inconspicuous, at least the mottled traces left by the years can be seen everywhere.

"Disciple, my time as master is approaching and I will die soon. I would like to give you a few last words. Please listen carefully..."

Under the old tree in the backyard, an old man and a young man were sitting on the ground. The old Taoist, with fair hair and a childlike face, was stroking his goatee in high spirits: "There is no need to be sad. Birth, old age, illness and death are natural events. Don't make any gestures of crying."

Opposite me, the young man raised his hand and touched the corners of his slightly dry eyes, and nodded firmly: "Okay."

"Don't worry, although my time as a teacher is short, I have sent word to your senior sister Bai Jin that she will guide you carefully in your practice. Thirty years ago, she was the first disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Come to think of it now..."

"Speaking of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, it's a weird idea. It's a pity. If I hadn't accidentally seriously injured the head brother when I was a teacher, I would definitely have to go back and take a look before I died."

"Forget it, times have changed, and there are some things that are not available..."

"..."

An hour later, the young man blinked in confusion, looked at the dying man who was still talking endlessly, and secretly moved his stiff legs.

Damn it, I agreed to just give you a few last words, but why do I get more energetic the more I say it?

Is it really a ghost?

"That's right, disciple."

Probably realizing that he was talking too much, the old Taoist clenched his fist and coughed lightly, and said with a serious expression: "I know that becoming a disciple is not what you want, and you have a grudge against it, but I did not lie to you. With your qualifications, It would be a pity not to cultivate immortality.”

The young man grinned. Forgive him for his uprightness and wit since he was a child. He was obviously a seasoned person with half a foot in the coffin. He knew that time was running out, so he randomly selected a lucky audience member.

And he happened to be close.

"By the way, disciple, I am my teacher..."

The old Taoist coughed several times in succession, and raised his sleeves to cover half of his old face: "I was in a hurry, and I was in a hurry before becoming a teacher. I forgot to ask your name... Um, what is your name?"

Lu Bei: "..."

Don't rush, just looking back at the revolving door of the past, you walked for two hours at a stretch.

"Sage?!"

"Lu Bei."

"What a good name. As a teacher, I must practice it. I am the leader of the Yuhua Sect of Sanqing Peak in Jiuzhu Mountain. After my death, you will inherit the position of leader."

The old Taoist said something to overcome his embarrassment, raised his hand and pointed around, trying to regain his previous seriousness: "You must have noticed, my disciple, that there are outstanding people here, it is the Yuhua Sect of Sanqing Peak, and you will be in charge from today on. "

Lu Bei: "..."

So, Renjie refers to him, and Earth Spirit refers to lush vegetation?

If so, it would be hard for him to argue with that.

Obviously, Mo Buxiu's struggle was in vain. When the master and apprentice exchanged their names, there was no serious atmosphere, and the Yuhua Gate with outstanding people made the atmosphere extremely awkward.

The master and the disciple stared at each other for a long time, and then Mo Buxiu explained that he had an active personality and had been practicing and traveling outside for many years, so it was very reasonable and logical for grass to grow at home.

"Okay, disciple, stop talking nonsense, I really don't have much time to be a master."

Seeing that Lu Bei showed signs of running away, Mo Buxiu took out a Qiankun bag from his arms, took his hand and stuffed it in, and said quickly: "The master's seal and land deed are here, and there is also a book in it [ "Fetal Breathing Technique for Replenishing Qi" was obtained by my teacher in the far west of Kunlun. Although this book is eccentric, its intention is very high. It is a rare book in the world. My teacher's realm is too high and I can no longer practice it. You have just started, so..."

Halfway through the words, the light in Mo Buxiu's pupils dimmed, and the hand that held Lu Bei dropped, and there was no movement at all.

The departure was so sudden that Lu Bei couldn't believe it for a moment. Mo Buxiu, who had been so energetic just now and had been wandering around for two hours, just left without saying anything. He raised his hand and put it under his nose.

Try this!

Snapped!

Mo Buxiu patted Lu Bei's hand away and took a deep breath: "Continue, what did you just say? By the way, although my time as a teacher is short, I have sent a message to your senior sister Bai Jin about the practice... Hey, Why is this Qiankun Bag in your hand?"

Lu Bei: "..."

"Oh, I remembered, I've already said this!"

Mo Buxiu suddenly realized it and slapped his forehead hard: "Look at my master's brain. He won't move even before he's dead."

If you work harder, maybe it won't move!

Lu Bei rolled his eyes. If he hadn't resisted on the way here and found that he couldn't beat him, he would have punched Mo Buxiu hard in the face no matter what.

But forget it, the dead are the most important, if you don't practice rounding, you are basically dead. He is a living person, and arguing with the dead is just asking for trouble.

"Disciple, although I cannot teach you how to practice, cultivating immortality is not just about practice. I have a sentence here that you should keep in mind."

Mo Buxiu took out a wooden box from the Qiankun bag and put it in Lu Bei's hand: "You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of guarding against others. Keep this [Fetal Breathing Qi Replenishing Technique] well and don't tell others, even you." Senior sister, don’t say anything.”

What do you mean, senior sister is not a good person?

Lu Bei frowned, nodded without saying anything, and stuffed the book in the wooden box into his arms in front of Mo Buxiu.

"In this way, there is no regret for being a teacher, except..."

As he said that, Mo Buxiu stared at Lu Bei without blinking: "Disciple, have you noticed that you haven't called me master since you became a disciple?"

Lu Bei shuddered when he was stared at with affectionate eyes. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a lot of greasiness in his eyes.

For a moment, everyone felt bad.

Thinking about the process of being forced to become a disciple, I felt various reluctances in my heart. Then I thought about how little time Mo Bu needed to practice. It was very likely that he was having a comeback. If he delayed for a while, the other party would pass away with regrets.

It's so pitiful.

Finally, facing the expectant eyes, Lu Bei took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"Master."

"Okay! Okay! Okay..."

Mo Buxiu clapped his hands, then lowered his head with a smile, and there was no more movement.

Lu Bei: "..."

Learning from the past, he was not sure whether history would repeat itself, so he waited for a moment before reaching out to test Mo Buxiu's breathing.

Unexpectedly, when the fingertips were still a palm's width away from Mo Buxiu, the old Taoist body quickly turned into sand, and his whole body was scattered into white dust.

Lu Bei was stunned when a whirlwind rolled up from the wooden box next to him. He put the white ash into the box. In just a few breaths, he completed the whole process, and there was only a banquet left before the end.

"This, that's right..."

Lu Bei choked on his words: "It's quite...convenient."

He put away the Qiankun bag, picked up the wooden box and walked around the Taoist temple. After several searches, he finally found a wooden table for worship in the dilapidated main room.

The wall at the back looks pretty solid, and the roof doesn't seem to collapse suddenly, but it's just a bad time, as there are already residents under the table.

A den of foxes suddenly jumped out and howled for a while, trying to scare away the uninvited guests with their numerical superiority.

However, it was of no use. After Lu Bei stomped his feet, the four foxes immediately stopped and ran away, got into the hole in the wall and disappeared into the forest.

"The foxes in this world can cultivate themselves into monsters and drive away this wave of residents. There won't be any vixens coming to seduce me tonight, right?" Lu Bei put down the wooden box and thought about his carelessness before. He thought that he couldn't carry it on his shoulders or lift it with his hands. For a standard weak scholar template, how to spend the night in the mountains is really a problem.

Going down the mountain?

It was impossible to go down the mountain. When we came, we could see clearly on the way. The stone steps on the mountain road were rugged and steep, which was very unfriendly to him who was afraid of heights.

Most importantly, he was hungry.

After trying unsuccessfully to open the Qiankun Bag, Lu Bei sadly discovered that he was trapped and died on the mountain. The only one he could count on now, besides Senior Sister Bai who had never been masked before, was the vixen who came back tonight to take revenge.

"I hope senior sister will come soon..."

Lu Bei muttered, closed his eyes and opened the information panel.

Name: Lu Bei

Race: Human race

Template:NPC

Level: 3

Experience: 250/900

Cultivation: 30/30

Health: 22/30 (hungry, frightened, fatigued)

Main occupation: None

Sub-professional: Farmer Lv1

Attributes: Strength 2, Speed 3, Spirit 3, Endurance 3, Charm 3, Luck 3