The cold and beautiful eyes turned slightly, facing Mo Tianliao's eyes.
"Qingtong, how did you get out?" The sect master smiled and looked at Master Qingtong, his tone was extremely gentle, if it wasn't for Master Tianlang's expression being too natural, he would always feel that there was a bit of flattering in his words.
Reverend Qingtong retracted his gaze, looked at the sect master, and then looked past the sect master and looked at Reverend Tianxuan.
Zhenren Xuanji shrank his neck indiscernibly and said, "That... I picked a Tianling root, do you want it?"
Glancing at the young Tian Linggen kneeling under the seat of Master Xuanji, Master Qingtong averted his eyes and looked at Mo Tianliao again.
"That one is the best looking in this group," the sect master pointed at Mo Tianliao and smiled, "I originally wanted him to follow Yanlie..."
"Give this to me." The cold and pleasant voice was like the jade piece of Kunshan and the chirping of a young phoenix.
As soon as Master Qingtong opened his mouth, the sect master nodded repeatedly without any hesitation.
As soon as he finished speaking, a gleaming white jade plaque was thrown in front of Mo Tianliao. Mo Tianliao picked it up and looked at it. The word "Qing" was engraved on the front, and a complicated pattern was engraved on the back. Aura flashed through it from time to time. It was supposed to be a forbidden card. place of law.
Seeing this jade token, I thought that Qingtong was the sect master who came to accept his disciples and grandsons, but he was really stunned: "Are you going to accept him as a direct disciple?" This jade token is only available for direct disciples. With this, Mo Tianliao can do it. Access to most parts of Ocheong-dong!
Even Master Xuanji, who had always been expressionless, widened his eyes. This kind of thing is not easy to give. Even the Tianlinggen apprentice he had just accepted had to be tested for a period of time, at least after he established his foundation. .
"What?" Master Qingtong glanced at the two of them indifferently, Tianlang and Xuanji immediately shut up and waved their hands repeatedly to express no opinion.
Mo Tianliao came back to his senses from the pleasant voice, and only then did he understand what happened, and silently put the jade card into his sleeve. It turns out that after picking the spiritual roots, you can pick the appearance. If you look good, you have the opportunity to become a direct disciple... I swallowed my saliva silently, and I became more and more suspicious of whether there was some unspeakable secret in this sect, such as... using a disciple as a cultivation furnace Ding or something...
While thinking about it, the selection was over. Except for him, no one else was selected because of his appearance. Mo Tianliao naturally received countless jealous eyes. Raising his hand and rubbing his chin, the dignified Demon Venerable has been reduced to the point where he can live by his face, which is sad and deplorable!
Those who were not selected were led away by Chifeng and Chishan, those who were selected followed their respective masters back to their respective homes, while Mo Tianliao happily followed the freshly-baked beautiful master out of the hall.
Master Qingtong remained silent all the way, and Mo Tianliao followed silently behind him, being careful not to step on the hem of his long clothes.
"The foundation hasn't been built yet?" He stopped at the fork in Hongqiao, and the clear and moving voice sounded again.
"Yes..." Mo Tianliao didn't know why Master asked this question. As a person who has just started, he shouldn't even be able to inhale qi into his body, right
Qingtong turned his head and glanced at him, and the word "waste" was clearly written in his glittering eyes.
Before Mo Tianliao could react, Master Qingtong grabbed him by the collar, jumped up, and instantly floated across the Hongqiao, over the ten-thousand-zhang cliff, and landed in front of Woqing Cave.
The east main peak soaring into the clouds, and the stone gate with a height of about 1 zhang on the cliff, if you don't have a cultivation base, you can't fly at all.
After passing through the unremarkable stone gate, Mo Tianliao finally understood what it was like. Inside the cave door is not a deep cave, but another world.
The sky is blue, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
Here is another small group of mountains, but different from the steep ones outside. These mountains are low earth mountains, full of flowers, plants and trees, full of vitality. In the center of the mountains is the Qingning Palace, where the cave owner lives, hidden in a dense bamboo forest. There are several wooden houses on the surrounding hills, which should be the residences of other disciples.
The disciples encountered along the way all bowed and lowered their eyes, and some even knelt down and saluted.
The real person of Qingtong did not look sideways, and stepped straight into the main hall of Qingning Palace.
The main hall is made of high-quality mysterious spar, which is crystal clear and beautiful. The sun shines through the translucent walls on the black-gold floor. With the movement of the pace, it seems to be jumping, and the empty hall does not appear lonely. There are no extra decorations in the hall, only a long soft couch is placed in the center, and a few futons are randomly thrown around.
Waving his sleeves lightly, Qingtong sat on the soft couch and looked up at Mo Tianliao: "You..."
"My apprentice, Mo Tianliao, meet the master." Mo Tianliao came forward and realized that his master didn't know his name, so he quickly reported himself.
On the Taixuan Continent, very few people know his real name, and most of them have only heard of his name, Zuntian Venerable.
Putting aside some doubts in my heart, it is really a good thing to be able to worship under the real people of Qingtong. On the one hand, I can avoid the trouble of contacting so many people, and on the other hand, the major of this cave is quite high, maybe I can really give him some pointers. , unlike those second-generation disciples, his understanding of Taoism is not as good as what he himself knows.
Therefore, Mo Tianliao didn't want to make up a fake name to deceive Master.
Qingtong looked at him quietly, without calling him up.
Mo Tianliao waited for a long time, then slowly raised his head: "Master, this is the ceremony of worshiping a teacher..." Different sects have different etiquette. The rules he used to worship that old bastard back then are definitely not worth emulating, so I don't know what kind of etiquette this Wo Yunzong is.
"No," Qingtong shook his head, "reach out and give this seat a look."
To be a teacher, it is natural to let the master feel the bones, so as to determine his aptitude, but the fire in the wood... Mo Tianliao hesitated, the fire is also a treasure in the world, it is best not to let people know about this kind of thing until his strength recovers, but, Looking up at the incomparably beautiful master, if even the master hides it, it will be difficult to get a suitable exercise.
In a flash, Mo Tianliao rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his right arm.
The snow-colored wide sleeves were raised, revealing a hand that was so white that it was almost transparent. Two slender fingers slowly rested on the honey-colored wrist.
Mo Tianliao only felt that, as if being touched by a fine mutton fat jade, there was a touch of warmth in the coolness. After hesitating for a while, he felt something was wrong. He stretched out his right hand. The master sitting opposite should use his left hand to feel the pulse, so why use his right hand
Before Mo Tianliao could understand, the beautiful fingers were retracted.
Qingtong stared at him for a moment without saying a word, got up, threw a piece of jade slip, and called directly to Mo Tianliao's face: "I understand it myself, don't bother me if I have nothing to do." After speaking, he flung his sleeves and left. .
The door of the inner hall slammed open and closed again, and the peerless beauty disappeared.
Mo Tianliao took off the jade slip on his face and blinked.
An ordinary person who hasn't drawn qi into his body can comprehend it by himself with a jade slip? Master, have you forgotten something...
Holding the jade slip, he walked out of the hall silently, Mo Tianliao squatted at the door, looked at the aura condensed into ribbons under the sun, looked at the jade slip in his hand, and sighed.
A tall figure blocked the sunlight in front of him. Mo Tianliao looked up and saw a man in a plain brocade robe. According to the age of a mortal, he looked like he was in his thirties and looked at him with a smile on his face. .
Mo Tianliao suddenly remembered that this Wo Yunzong could ask his brothers and sisters for advice. Naturally, there was no need for a teacher to teach him such a trivial matter as absorbing qi into his body. With this cover, he could naturally practice the original exercises with peace of mind.
Thinking of this, Mo Tianliao immediately stood up with a smile: "This senior brother, I don't know what to call him." He looked at a young age now, and his gentle smile was a bit like a young man.
The visitor immediately looked terrified, bowed and saluted: "Disciple Suheng is the second-generation disciple of Woqing Cave, and Shishu must not call him that."
"..." The green youth Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth.
Suheng came to take care of him temporarily, and while taking Mo Tianliao to his residence, he explained the situation of Woqing Cave to him. Only then did Mo Tianliao know that his beautiful master had accepted two apprentices in total. The second-generation disciples here were all taught by that senior brother. Now the senior brother has gone out to practice, so Mo Tianliao is now in addition to the hole. The highest-ranking other than the master.
With a high level of seniority, no one dared to instruct him to work, but it also meant that no one was qualified to guide him, and Mo Tianliao suddenly had a headache.
The new residence is a small courtyard in the Qingning Palace, and the decorations are all of the highest quality. After dismissing the chattering nephew Su Heng, he sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his hand and pressed the jade slip between his eyebrows, Mo Tianliao decided to first see what kind of exercise this was.
The exercises and the attributes of the practitioner must match.
In his previous life, he was a dual-spiritual root of earth and fire, and he knew the skills of the earth and fire elements like the back of his hand. Now that he has the natural wood attribute, he also brings a wisp of fire in wood that he doesn't know how to use, so he can use the spells of the two attributes of wood and fire. main.
Metal, wood, water, fire, soil, and the five elements complement each other. If a person with dual spiritual roots has two complementary attributes, such as wood and fire dual spiritual roots, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and if he cultivates properly, it is even better than a single spiritual root. For example, water and fire double spiritual roots, it is miserable, to learn two kinds of spells can not be used at the same time, sometimes not as strong as the attack power of three spiritual roots.
Mo Tianliao didn't know much about wood-based exercises, which was why he had to apprentice. It would be difficult for him to get a high-quality exercise by relying on him alone.
Yujian touched his eyebrows, and the powerful soul immediately saw the things in it thoroughly. What is recorded in this jade slip is a special exercise called "Burning Wood Art", which is very suitable for people with wood and fire dual spiritual roots to learn!
Mo Tianliao was very pleasantly surprised. He couldn't wait to finish reading it, and slowly opened his eyes with a strange expression on his face. He could only read one chapter a day in this "Burning Wood Technique", which made him very confused.
"Firewood Jue", fruit wood articles. There is wood in Nanshan, and burning it has the fragrance of fruit. Find a deer and burn it with wood.
That is to say, in the mountains with abundant spiritual energy, there is a kind of wood with fruity fragrance on the southern mountain of the sun, cut down the wood, hunt a deer, ignite the wood and roast it. That's all there is to it.
Isn't there something wrong with this practice
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Woodworking: Master, are you sure this is not a recipe
Master: This is an immortal script, not court food
Woodworker: Oh... But, isn't it really a recipe
Master: (silently brightens his paws)
Woodworker: Ahaha, this must be a first-class exercise, I'll practice right away, ahaha