"Mom!" Feng Yaya shouted in surprise after leaving the classroom.
Su Huanian was seen standing quietly by the bamboo forest, waiting for Feng Yaya to come down.
In the bamboo forest, Taoist Ge was bending over and fiddling with a large lump of mud. It seemed that he was making beggar's chicken.
Ge Feng walked over speechlessly, bowed to Su Huanian first, and then complained to the old Taoist: "Old man, the chickens in Nanyuan are not…"
"Don't get in the way!"
Ge Laodao pushed him away and looked at Su He with a smile.
This was the first time they had truly met since Ting Hai and Hu separated two years ago. He looked at Su He's majestic appearance and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, now he looks a bit like a dragon turtle."
You are destined to be my disciple!
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, although his willingness to accept a disciple was revealed when they met underwater last time, and the dragon turtle was also very happy.
But when we actually met, I felt a little nervous and at a loss.
After thousands of years of cultivation, this was the first time he accepted a disciple, and it was a dragon turtle.
"Um..." He opened his mouth, not knowing how to start.
Su He didn't wait for him to say anything and bowed down - he just lay on the ground with his head lowered, as if he was saluting.
A mature disciple should know how to give his master a way out.
The old Taoist opened his mouth, his lips trembled, and his face turned red: "Turtle, how about you think about it again? You have to know that I can't teach you anymore!"
He suddenly felt a little lost, and even a little inferior: "You have already mastered the Turtle Longevity Breathing Technique, and it has even been improved. It is enough for you to use at this stage. When you reach the second realm, the Dragon Turtle inheritance will be given to you."
The inheritance of the dragon turtle, it is impossible for the entire Qingyuan Sect to find an inheritance of higher quality than this.
It seems that it is useless to worship this master.
Su He crouched even lower.
"Yeah~"
Head, eldest, father, king...
That's probably what it means. Animal language doesn't have any specific terms, and one can only sense the thoughts in the roar.
The old Taoist opened his mouth, his eyes were a little dazed, and he murmured: "All I can teach you is the common sense of the cultivation world, miscellaneous knowledge, and at most I can protect you for a while..."
The path of the divine beast is too long, so long that it makes people despair. Despair that one day he will die, his bones will rot and turn into ashes, and there will be no trace left. But this turtle can still watch the sun rise and the moon set, and the rise and fall of Qingyuan at Tinghai Lake.
Su He raised his head and looked at the old Taoist seriously, then lowered the dragon head respectfully.
He didn't understand the rules of the cultivation world, and didn't know whether a sloppy old Taoist was qualified to accept a dragon turtle as his apprentice.
But it was he who led Su He into Taoism and taught him the techniques. To be honest, the two of them were not close enough for Su He to feel attached to him.
But Su He knew that the grace of preaching was greater than heaven!
Since Su He entered Taoism, he has only learned two skills: "Turtle Longevity and Long Breathing Technique" and "Entering Dreams", both of which were passed down by an old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist was at a loss and looked to Su Huanian for help. Su Huanian was holding his daughter's hand and looked at him calmly, with a smile on his face, but did not say a word.
Feng Yaya, on the other hand, tilted her head and said in confusion: "Grandpa Ge, you want to receive the big turtle and worship it, why are you being so pretentious?"
Ge Laodao was suddenly stunned.
Why are you being so hypocritical...
What are you being hypocritical about...
Ge Laodao was stunned. Yes, we are both willing, why are we being so hypocritical? A thousand years of life is not as good as a naive child!
He suddenly cheered up and laughed so hard that the bamboo forest shook and he cried.
After laughing, he said to Su He loudly: "Okay! I will accept you as my disciple!"
He suddenly became very excited. If there was anyone in this world who could teach a tortoise how to practice, who else could it be but him? His second incarnation was a grass tortoise that was even bigger than Su He!
"But I, an old Taoist priest, have been practicing for thousands of years, and I only want to accept one disciple. How can I do that casually? I will invite all my friends, inform other sects that share the same interests, and hold a grand ceremony to accept a disciple!"
As an elder of the previous generation of Qingyuan Sect, he is of the same generation as Su Huanian's father and Master Feng Yiju, and is also the best among them. How could he just accept one disciple in more than a thousand years and end the matter in a hurry
Su He was overjoyed: Yeah~
The old Taoist laughed loudly: "No hurry, no hurry! I'll give you a name first. How can you call me Dragon Turtle Dragon Turtle all day long?"
His disciple's bloodline has not yet been purified, but he has been given the name of Dragon Turtle, which will damage his luck.
Su He blinked: "Yeah~"
"You have a name? You want to name yourself? What?"
This question was difficult for Su He. Other things could be expressed by roaring or thinking, but how to express the name
It's not Da Zhuang's name, it's enough to mean big and strong.
He turned the dragon head towards Su Huanian and called out proudly.
Su He shook his head anxiously.
"Su?"
Su He nodded.
What surname do you need for a dragon turtle? Shouldn't you have a Taoist name or something? Besides, why should you have the surname Su? Your master's surname is Ge! The old Taoist suddenly looked constipated.
Because Su Huanian had taken care of him for so long? The old Taoist felt a little jealous.
Su Hua, a young man, holding a magic sword, stood quietly under the bamboo, with a slight smile on his lips, and his beautiful hair could not hide it.
Su He blinked and felt that you had misunderstood something, but I was just a little kid and didn't dare to say anything.
Taoist Ge held his breath and said, "Since you have a surname, I will give you a name..."
Su He turned his head to the two rows of rice seedlings outside the bamboo forest.
Ge Laodao was stunned: "Su Cao?" What a crappy name!
"Su He!" Feng Yaya said with a giggle.
The old Taoist remained silent. This name is also bad! The surname is bad! Why not follow the old man Su and take the surname Su? He wanted to show his master's majesty and protest. Then he heard the bell ringing in Li Nanyuan.
The next class started.
The old Taoist waved his hand and said, "You go ahead and take classes with the new disciples. We can talk about the rest later."
What Li Nanyuan taught were basic knowledge and common sense of cultivation, which were what Su He needed most.
Feng Yaya pouted and waved to Su Huanian reluctantly, watching her mother's figure slowly fade away before she followed Su He to the classroom.
I haven't seen my mother for several days and I want to be lazy. But my mother will definitely not agree. The first few times she skipped classes, wherever she went, the teacher happened to be teaching there.
Feng Yaya is not stupid!
In this section, there are two instructors standing on the podium at the same time, the one on the left is wearing Jianju clothing, and the one on the right is wearing Xijianchi Taoist robe.
The two looked at each other unkindly. They were here to steal disciples.
This session of teaching at Li Nanyuan is about to end, and all the disciples are finally going to join the Seven Veins to formally practice. The instructors will take this opportunity to promote their own Taoism, hoping to attract more disciples.
The senior brother of Xijianchi was the first to bow and said to the junior brothers and sisters below: "Everyone, it's been a long time since we last met. I'm here again."
"I'm here too!" Senior Brother Jianju interrupted.
Senior Brother Xijianchi pretended he didn't exist. He looked at his fellow disciples and sisters below the stage and said loudly, "I've said it before, the sword is the world. Now that you have entered the immortal sect, you should learn the sword! Flying a sword through the sky and commanding all realms, wouldn't that be great?"
Senior Brother Jianju took over the conversation: "Yes, the sword is the world! You should enter my Jianju and offer sacrifices to my sword box! Ten thousand swords are hidden in this box!"
He slapped the sword case behind him, and the sword case fell to the ground. He pointed his halberd and a magic sword flew out of the sword case.
"The sword is the world! It encompasses everything. The Thunder Sword!"
There was a flash of lightning on the sword and a loud thunder.
"Yan Yang!"
Another sword came out, burning with raging fire, hot as the sun.
"blast!"
Another sword came out, but no one could see the sword. Instead, wind rose, and sand and rocks flew, tearing everything apart.
"It rains!"
"Falling snow!"
"Aoki!"
Every time he shouted, a sword came out, carrying a unique aura, and the sword energy was overflowing. It was truly all-encompassing.
The face of the senior brother in the sword-washing pond darkened: "A sword is just a sword, why should it be so fancy? As long as there is a sword, there is a world!"
This is the most fundamental difference between Jianju and Xijianchi. Both sects practice sword cultivation, but Jianju emphasizes the use of all swords at once, encompassing everything. Xijianchi, on the other hand, is extremely passionate about swords, and the man is the sword and the sword is the man.
He pointed his halberd and a magic sword came out of his body. There was no light or sword sound, just like an ordinary iron sword, which he swung and chopped.
The wind stopped, the rain ceased, the thunder dissipated and the fire went out.
As if nothing happened.
(End of this chapter)