The white-haired old man did not deliberately suppress his cultivation, so Ye Xiuwen could feel this extremely strong sense of hierarchical oppression in his bones, as if every cell in his body was wrapped by a layer of membrane. Compressed inside, it was suffocating and breathless.
Even though this kind of hierarchical oppression was so terrifying, Ye Xiuwen didn't show any strangeness, but looked back at the other party with calm and calm eyes.
Because he did not feel murderous intent in the old man, he was able to face the old man's pressure very calmly.
Now, when this old man said that he wanted to accept him as his disciple, the calmness and calmness on Ye Xiuwen's face showed a crack, and he turned into surprise.
"What? I can't believe that such a big piece of pie will fall on you?" The old man stroked his beard and said leisurely, "I also know that with my strength, I can't accept a little guy like you who has just entered the foundation building stage. Disciple, you are extremely lucky, but you don’t need to belittle yourself. I accept disciples based on conditions. I took advantage of your unconscious state to check your cultivation and abilities, and found that you are quite suitable. You practice my unique technique, and I can see from your memory that you have a good character, so I started to think of recruiting a disciple... What, are you so happy that you are stunned?"
Seeing that Ye Xiuwen hadn't spoken for a long time, the old man asked the last question.
Ye Xiuwen was slightly startled, then came to his senses and said, "That... is not."
If it were someone else who could win the favor of such a powerful old man, he might have agreed immediately, but Ye Xiuwen thought more about it.
He bowed to the old man and said slightly apologetically: "Old senior, I appreciate your kindness, but I already have a master, so..."
"Hmph! Pedantic! So what if you have a master? Is your master better than me? Besides, who said you can't worship two masters at the same time?" The old man said angrily and glared at Ye Xiuwen several times.
"But... we now have a stipulated rule that when worshiping the second master, there must be another master present, or in other words, only the first master can say... "
This is just to prevent the two masters from becoming incompatible enemies in the end, and the people who become their common disciples will be in a dilemma.
"Rules are also set by people. Who says they can't be changed?" The old man suddenly realized that this seemingly shrewd young man really didn't know how to adapt.
If you take him in, will you die one day? The old man thought angrily.
"This... I'll ask my master first before making any plans. What do you think, senior?"
"Ask? How do you ask?" The old man raised his eyelids leisurely, "Even the sound-transmitting paper cranes can't fly out here, and the formation scrolls will be ineffective as long as they are here. What else do you want to ask?"
"This... is this still the abyss of death?!" Ye Xiuwen was stunned.
"Abyss of Death? Hahaha... What a name. I didn't expect that I haven't been out for more than two thousand years, but this place has become so famous..." The old man touched the beard on his chin and said with a smile.
"This place... really doesn't look like anything..." Ye Xiuwen murmured softly. He looked around at his surroundings. Through the brown windows, he could see the bright sunshine outside and the garden full of elixirs.
If they were still in the abyss of death, where did these things come from? Shouldn't the abyss of death be dark
The old man seemed to have guessed Ye Xiuwen's thoughts, and hummed: "Do you think it is so easy to get out of here? The sunshine here is an illusion. I arranged it with the formation. The herbs underneath look like dirt, but in fact they are It's spiritual energy. When you fell into the abyss of death, did you feel the rich spiritual energy here?"
"Yes." Ye Xiuwen nodded.
In fact, when he was outside the Abyss of Death, he could already feel the huge spiritual energy pouring out of the cracks.
"Although the opening of the Death Abyss on the ground is very narrow, it is very wide inside, and contains a large amount of spiritual energy of various attributes, which breeds many rare and exotic beasts. This is why once a person falls in, The reason why they are gone is that most of them were eaten by strange beasts."
The old man said with a smile, without any sympathy or pity for the experiences of other monks.
However, there is nothing wrong with this. After living to the age of an old man, I am afraid that I no longer have that much thought to sympathize with others.
What Ye Xiuwen really cares about is that sentence - once a person falls in, he is gone.
"Is it... that almost no one has ever gone out from here? That's why it's called the 'Abyss of Death'?"
Ye Xiuwen also learned about the Abyss of Death from the disciples of the Du family, and he didn't know much about the story behind the name.
"As far as I know, no one should have been out."
Ye Xiuwen's heart became extremely solemn: "Am I unable to go back? Since even you, senior, can't go out..."
"Who says I can't get out? You're such a rude kid!" The old man was furious again.
Ye Xiuwen had no idea why he poked the old man's lung tube again, but if there was a way to get out, he would naturally be very happy to see it.
He bowed seriously and respectfully to the old man and said, "Senior, please tell me how to get out."
The old man glanced sideways at Ye Xiuwen and said, "Didn't I tell you the method?"
"Um..." Ye Xiuwen thought for a while, but he really couldn't remember the old man ever saying how to leave the abyss of death.
"Stupid! Didn't I say that I wanted to be my master? Why, do you think you can leave this abyss of death with your current abilities? Don't be kidding, all the spiritual beasts here are fattened by spiritual energy. You are strong, as long as you take one step from here, you will be torn to pieces by them and become nourishment in their stomachs, do you believe it?"
Ye Xiuwen was silent. He had never thought of this.
"Hmph! You young people are just too impatient." The old man admonished, "You want to reach the sky in one step."
Ye Xiuwen could only clasp his fists and say, "The old man taught me a lesson."
The old man seemed to have not spoken to anyone else for a long time. Once he started talking, he couldn't stop talking.
"Also, it will be good for that girl if you take me as your teacher." The old man's cheeks creased with laughter, and he gave Ye Xiuwen a "you know, I know" look.
Unfortunately, Ye Xiuwen didn't understand his eyes.
"Does this... have anything to do with Junior Sister?" Ye Xiuwen asked hesitantly. He was worried that something was wrong with Xiaomo's body, and the old man saw it from his memory.
The old man snorted and said, "Surely he has a tough head. There are many suitors for that girl, right? There is Old Man Chi's great-grandson, and his new recruit from the Lieyan Kingdom. Disciple of the eldest prince. Don't underestimate that Rong Ruihan. His talent is higher than that of you and Old Man Chi's great-grandson. Now that he has received guidance from Old Man Chi, his strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. When the time comes, wait for him. When his strength far exceeds yours, just wait for that female doll to be snatched away by him."
"Um... Senior, do you know Mr. Chi?"
Ye Xiuwen was a little surprised, because this old man was obviously a cultivator, and Mr. Chi...
Xiao Mo once secretly told him that Mr. Chi cultivated demons.
"Of course we know each other. The old man and I have never liked each other. We fight every time we see him!" the old man said angrily.
Ye Xiuwen raised his eyebrows. He always felt that the relationship between the old man and Mr. Chi should be quite good.
Immediately, he remembered the old man's words teasing the relationship between him and Jun Xiaomo.
Ye Xiuwen's thoughts about Jun Xiaomo have always been hidden in his subconscious. Now that Mr. Chi has brought it out, he can't help but feel a little embarrassed and embarrassed. He lowered his eyes and said, "Old senior, there is only one thing between me and Xiaomo." The love between brother and sister.”
"Hmph! Just continue to stick to your brother-sister relationship! Don't wait until the baby girl throws herself into someone else's arms before you regret it~ Now, I really don't know what you young people are thinking. You can't even fall in love. Covertly, thinking about me back then..." The old man seemed to have thought of something, his expression darkened, and he quickly adjusted himself and said, "Hey, forget it, what should I say to you, a stupid kid like you? Well, luckily I haven't taken you as my apprentice, otherwise I would have been mad at you!"
Ye Xiuwen was silent. If there was hope, of course he would want to go back.
The atmosphere was only quiet for a moment. When Ye Xiuwen raised his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes -
"Old senior, please accept me as your disciple." Ye Xiuwen knelt down on the ground and bowed to the old man.
"Hey, have you figured it out?" The old man tilted his head at Ye Xiuwen.
"I figured it out, senior, please accept me as your disciple!" Ye Xiuwen cupped his fists and made a bow.
"Hmph! I don't want to accept you as my disciple now." The old man said angrily.
"This..." Ye Xiuwen couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
"Okay, if you want me to accept you as my disciple, it's very simple. Show me your determination." The old man raised his hand and asked Ye Xiuwen to stand up. Then, he pointed to the room and the medicine garden and said, "Let me tidy up this place first. Remember, there are many precious things in this house. They must be handled with care. There is a lot of care when cleaning. The same goes for the Medicine Garden, there will be detailed introductions in the pile of books, you can go look for it yourself."
After the old man finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and left.
Ye Xiuwen looked at the pile of books piled messily on the ground and the dusty furnishings in the room. He couldn't help but shook his head with laughter and tears, and began to organize them.
Cleaning up a room sounds simple, but it is not easy to do. The old man's pile of books had not been read for who knows how many years. They were thrown on the ground in a complete mess. Some had missing corners, some had rotten pages, and some pages had fallen out, and the contents were all messed up.
Ye Xiuwen decided to pack the books first.
Ye Xiuwen carefully picked up all the books. If the corners were missing, he would use pieces of white paper to fill them. If the pages were rotten or the content was unclear, he would copy one and paste it up. If the pages fell out, he would carefully arrange them according to the content. In order, stick them back one by one.
Ye Xiuwen spent three days just sorting out these books. During this period, the old man also asked him to go out to cook, but after Ye Xiuwen almost gave the old man diarrhea when he cooked for the first time, the old man no longer wanted Ye Xiuwen to cook.
Ye Xiuwen is a very careful and patient person. He took out some materials from the storage ring, made a simple bookcase, and put the books on it one by one.
After doing all this, he began to look for ways to maintain the various furnishings in the house.
It has to be said that the old man could actually tell Ye Xiuwen directly how to maintain these furnishings, but now he wants Ye Xiuwen to find it himself, which is obviously to embarrass this prospective apprentice.
But Ye Xiuwen didn't ask any more questions and started researching after accepting the old man's order.
During the research process, Ye Xiuwen was surprised to find that most of these seemingly ordinary house furnishings had very different origins. There was even a small bottle filled with wild flowers that was actually a ninth-level spiritual weapon that was available outside. .
Seeing the old man placing these things here so casually and in a mess, Ye Xiuwen felt really speechless.
It took him another three weeks to restore all the furnishings to their original appearance...
Time passed like this bit by bit. When Ye Xiuwen organized the old man's medicine garden, more than three months had passed unknowingly.
During this period, Ye Xiuwen rarely had the opportunity to see the old man. Sometimes he didn't even see the old man for a week or two, and he didn't know where he had gone.
But Ye Xiuwen wouldn't study this problem. He just concentrated on completing the tasks assigned by the old man.
On this day, the old man came over to inspect the fruits of his would-be apprentice's work. Finally, stroking his beard, he said: "Not bad, not bad, very good, very good. From now on, you can take care of the medicine garden for me regularly, and tidy up this room by the way. You can also read the books."
"Yes, Master." Ye Xiuwen bowed to the old man.
The old man raised his eyebrows: "I haven't said that I would accept you as my apprentice, but I've called you master so quickly, huh?"
"Master, are the books in it all written by you? I think they are all your hard work. Since you are willing to let me read the books in it, it proves that you have recognized me as your disciple deep in your heart." Ye Xiuwen replied calmly.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and said: "Finally I didn't make a mistake. I thought you silly boy would never change your mind! Very good, very good, hahahahaha..."
Ye Xiuwen bowed: "Thank you, Master, for your generous teachings."
The old man snorted. He was displeased when he saw that the expression on his disciple's face was always so plain. He couldn't help but want to hit him again -
"Don't be so happy yet. As the saying goes, 'the master leads the way, cultivation depends on oneself'. What I teach is not easy to learn. It will be even more difficult for you to defeat the spiritual beasts outside and return to the ground. If you want to If you go back to see your little lover early, be prepared for a long period of hard training, young man."
Thinking of Jun Xiaomo, Ye Xiuwen's eyes showed a bit of sadness.
"Yes, Master."
This time, Ye Xiuwen's reply was much softer.
The old man touched his snow-white beard, waved his hand, and left, thinking happily: Young people should strike more. By the way, that old man Chi’s apprentice seems to be my apprentice’s love rival, right? After they get out, they have to have a fight. As my apprentice, Mr. Le, how can I be worse than Mr. Chi's apprentice