Wu Zhou.
Ningzhou, Dongyang County, north of Langyu County.
The green mountains are hazy, the clouds are misty, and from a distance, cloud dragons and water fish shuttle between the ups and downs, like a few strokes of light ink, and the artistic conception jumps out on the paper.
Although it is not a fairy mountain or a divine vein, it is rich in magical bamboos. Because the mountain has nine peaks, it is named Jiuzhu Mountain and is well-known in Ningzhou.
Climb up the mossy stone steps in the forest and you will find an inconspicuous Taoist temple on an inconspicuous mountain peak.
After years of being beaten by wind and rain, the outer wall of the Taoist temple has cracks, the plaque is missing, the front yard is covered with weeds, and there is a lush green plant pot in the center...
If you look closely, you will find that this is not a bonsai at all, but a tripod-shaped incense burner that has been unattended for many years and is occupied by green plants.
Taking back what I said before, this Taoist temple is not inconspicuous. At least the mottled traces left by time can be seen everywhere.
"My disciple, my time is coming to an end. I will leave this world soon. I will leave you a few last words. Please listen carefully..."
Under an old tree in the backyard, an old man and a young man sat on the ground. The old Taoist priest, with white hair and a youthful face, stroked his goatee with a clear mind and said, "Don't be sad. Birth, aging, illness and death are common. Don't make a tearful gesture."
Across from him, the young man raised his hand and touched the corners of his slightly dry eyes, then nodded heavily: "Okay."
"Don't worry. Although I don't have much time left, I have sent a message to your senior sister Bai Jin. She will guide you carefully in cultivation. Thirty years ago, she was the first disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect. I think now..."
"Speaking of Lingxiao Sword Sect, I miss it a lot. What a pity! If I hadn't been careless and seriously injured the head brother, I would have gone back to take a look before I died."
"Forget it, times have changed, it's useless to talk about these nonsense..."
"… "
An hour later, the young man blinked in confusion, looked at the dying man who was still talking incessantly, and secretly moved his stiff legs and feet.
What the hell, I just said I would leave a few last words, but why is he getting more and more excited
Is it really a ghost
"That's right, disciple."
Perhaps realizing that he had been talking too much nonsense, the old Taoist clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then said in a serious tone, "Master knows that becoming your disciple is not what you want, and you have some grudges about this matter, but Master did not lie to you. With your aptitude, it would be a pity if you don't cultivate immortality."
The young man grinned. Forgive him for being honest and witty since he was a child. It was obvious that the old Taoist had one foot in the coffin and knew that time was running out, so he randomly selected a lucky audience member.
And he just happened to be close.
"By the way, disciple, your master..."
The old Taoist coughed several times in succession, and raised his sleeve to cover half of his old face: "Time is short, and I was in a hurry to get on the road, so I forgot to ask your name... Um, what's your name?"
Lu Bei: “…”
There was no rush. Just reviewing the past took you two hours.
"Xian Tutor?!"
"Lu Bei."
"What a good name. Your master, Mo Buxiu, is the head of the Yuhua Sect of the Sanqing Peak of Jiuzhu Mountain. After I die, you will inherit the position of head."
The old Taoist brushed aside the embarrassment and pointed around, trying to regain his previous seriousness: "I believe you have already seen, my disciple, this place is full of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. It is the Yuhua Sect of Sanqing Peak. From today on, you will be the master."
Lu Bei: “…”
So, the "human hero" refers to him, and the "land of blessing" refers to the lush vegetation
If so, it would be hard for him to refute.
Obviously, Mo Buxiu's struggle was in vain. When the master and the disciple introduced themselves to each other, there was no serious atmosphere at all. The atmosphere was even more awkward in this place with its many talented people and beautiful scenery, Yuhuamen.
The master and the disciple stared at each other for a long time before Mo Buxiu began to explain. He said that he was an active person and had been practicing outside for many years, so it was reasonable and logical for grass to grow in his home.
"Okay, disciple, stop talking nonsense. Your time is running out."
Seeing that Lu Bei was about to run away, Mo Buxiu took out a Qiankun bag from his arms, grabbed his hand and stuffed it into his pocket, and said quickly: "The seal of the headmaster and the deed are here. There is also a book [Fetal Breathing and Qi Replenishment Art] inside, which I got in the extreme west of Kunlun. Although this book is unconventional, it has a very high purpose and is a rare and wonderful book in the world. My realm is too high and I can no longer practice it. You have just entered the door, which is exactly..."
Halfway through his words, the light in Mo Buxiu's eyes dimmed, and the hand that was holding Lu Bei dropped down, and he disappeared without a sound.
He left so suddenly that Lu Bei couldn't believe it for a moment. Mo Buxiu, who had been full of energy and walking around for two hours just now, was gone in an instant. He raised his hand and placed his fingers under his nose.
This try!
Bang!
Mo Buxiu slapped Lu Bei's hand away and took a deep breath: "Continue, where were you just now? By the way, although I don't have much time left, I have already sent a message to your senior sister Bai Jin about cultivation... Hey, why is this Qiankun bag in your hand?"
Lu Bei: “…”
"Oh, I remember, I've already said that!"
Mo Buxiu suddenly realized and slapped his forehead fiercely: "Look at my brain, it's not moving even though I'm not dead yet."
If you push harder, maybe it won't move!
Lu Bei rolled his eyes. If he hadn't resisted on the way here and found that he was defeated, he would have punched Mo Buxiu hard in the face no matter what.
But forget it. The dead are the greatest. Mo Buxiu is basically dead if we round it off. It would be a waste of time for him, a living man, to argue with the dead.
"My disciple, although I cannot teach you how to practice, cultivating immortals is more than just practicing. I have something to say to you that you should keep in mind."
Mo Buxiu took out a wooden box from his Qiankun bag and placed it in Lu Bei's hand: "Don't have the intention to harm others, but be on guard against others. Keep this [Fetal Breathing and Qi Replenishment Art] well, and don't tell anyone, not even your senior sister."
What do you mean, senior sister is not a good person
Lu Bei frowned, nodded without saying anything more, and in front of Mo Buxiu, he stuffed the book in the wooden box into his arms.
"In this case, I, the Master, will have no regrets, except..."
As he spoke, Mo Buxiu stared at Lu Bei without blinking: "Disciple, have you noticed that you have never called me Master since you became my disciple?"
Being stared at by those affectionate eyes, Lu Bei shuddered. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a lot of greasiness in those eyes.
For a moment, I felt terrible.
Thinking about the process of being forced to become a disciple, I felt unwilling in my heart. But then I thought that the time for cultivation was really short and it was very likely that this was the last moment of his life. If I delayed a little longer, the other party would pass away with regret.
It's so pitiful.
Finally, facing the expectant gaze, Lu Bei took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"Master."
"Good! Good! Good..."
Mo Buxiu clapped his hands in applause, then lowered his head with a smile and remained silent.
Lu Bei: “…”
With the lessons learned from the past, he was not sure whether history would repeat itself. He waited for a moment before reaching out to feel Mo Buxiu's breath.
Unexpectedly, when his fingertips were still a palm's width away from Mo Buxiu, the old Taoist's body quickly turned into sand, and his whole body turned into white ash on the ground.
Lu Bei was in a daze as the wooden box beside him rolled up a cyclone, collecting the ashes into the box. In just a few breaths, the funeral was completed, and the only thing left to finish was the banquet.
"This is indeed..."
Lu Bei was choked up for a moment: "It's... convenient."
He put away the Qiankun bag, picked up the wooden box and walked around the Taoist temple. After searching for a while, he finally found a wooden table for worship in the dilapidated main house.
The wall at the back seemed solid, and the roof didn't look like it would collapse suddenly, but it was a bad time, as there were already people living under the table.
A nest of foxes suddenly rushed out and howled for a while, trying to scare away the uninvited guests with their numerical advantage.
However, it was of no use. After Lu Bei stomped his feet suddenly, the four foxes immediately stopped talking and ran away, crawling into the hole in the wall and disappearing into the forest.
"The foxes in this world can cultivate themselves into monsters. After I drive away these residents, will a vixen come to seduce me tonight?" Lu Bei put down the wooden box, thinking that he had been careless before. He was a typical weak scholar who could not carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands. It was really a problem for him to spend the night in the mountains.
Go down the mountain
It was impossible to go down the mountain. He could see clearly on the way here that the mountain road was rugged and steep, which was not friendly to him who suffered from acrophobia.
Most importantly, he was hungry.
After trying to open the Qiankun bag and failing, Lu Bei sadly discovered that he was trapped on the mountain. The only people he could count on now, apart from Senior Sister Bai, whom he had never met, was the vixen who came back tonight for revenge.
"I hope Senior Sister will come soon..."
Lu Bei muttered, closed his eyes and opened the panel information.
Name: Lu Bei
Race: Human
Template:NPC
Level: 3
Experience: 250/900
Cultivation: 30/30
Health: 22/30 (hunger, shock, fatigue)
Main occupation: None
Secondary occupation: Farmer Lv1
Attributes: Strength 2, Speed 3, Spirit 3, Endurance 3, Charm 3, Luck 3
Evaluation: Please have some understanding, there is nothing to evaluate about this!