"Mother!" Feng Yaya shouted in surprise after leaving the teaching courtyard.
I saw Su Huanian standing quietly by the bamboo forest, waiting for Feng Yaya to come down from the hall.
In the bamboo forest, Ge Laodao was leaning forward and making a big ball of mud. He was making a beggar's chicken.
Ge Feng greeted him with a speechless expression. He first bowed to Su Huanian and then complained to the old man: "Old man, the chickens in Li Nanyuan are not..."
"Don't get in the way!"
Ge Laodao pushed him away and looked at Su He with a smile.
This is the first time we have met in a real sense since hearing Haihu parting ways the year before last. He looked at Su He Shenwu's appearance and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this looks a bit like a dragon turtle."
You should be my disciple!
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Although Xiang's intention to accept a disciple was revealed the last time they met under the water, 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 practice, this is the first time to accept a disciple. Still a dragon turtle.
"That..." He opened his mouth, not knowing how to speak.
Su He had already bowed down before he could speak - lying directly on the ground with his head lowered in a salute.
A mature disciple should know how to help his master.
The old Taoist opened his mouth, his lips trembled, and his face turned red: "Kaizi, why don't you think about it again? You must know that I can't teach you!"
He suddenly felt a little disappointed, and even felt a little inferior: "You have already mastered the art of Turtle Life and Long Breathing, and you have even improved it, which is enough for you to use at this stage. When you reach the second level, the Dragon Turtle inheritance will come to you."
It is impossible for the entire Qingyuan Sect to find a higher-quality inheritance than this Dragon Turtle inheritance.
It seems that worshiping this master is useless.
Su He lay down lower.
"Ang~"
Head, boss, father, king...
This is probably the meaning. There is no designated proper noun for animal language, and one can only perceive 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 common sense in the practice world, miscellaneous knowledge, and I will protect you for a while at most..."
The path of the mythical beast is too long, so long that it makes people despair. He was so desperate that one day he died, his bones were rotten and turned into ashes, and there was no trace left. This turtle could still watch the sun rise and the moon set at Tinghai Lake, and watch the rising and falling of the Qing Yuan.
Su He raised his head and took a serious look at the old man, then lowered the dragon's head respectfully.
He didn't understand the rules of the spiritual world, and he didn't know whether a sloppy old Taoist was qualified to accept a dragon turtle as his apprentice.
But it was he who introduced Su He to Taoism, and it was he who taught Su He his skills. To be honest, the two of them haven't gotten to know each other well enough for Su He to fall in love with them.
But Su He knew that the grace of preaching is greater than heaven!
Since Su He entered Taoism, he has only learned two exercises: "The Art of Turtle Life and Long Rest" and "The Way of Entering Dreams", both of which were taught by old Taoists.
The old man was at a loss and looked at Su Huanian as if asking for help. Su Huanian held his daughter's hand and looked at it calmly, with a smile on his lips but did not make a sound.
Feng Yaya, on the other hand, tilted her head and said, confused: "Grandpa Ge, you want to accept the big turtle and worship me, why are you being pretentious?"
Ge Laodao was suddenly stunned.
What are you being pretentious about...
What's so pretentious...
Ge Laodao was stunned. Yes, why do you and I want to be so pretentious? Thousands of years are worse than an ignorant child!
He suddenly cheered up and laughed. The bamboo forest shook with laughter and burst into tears.
After laughing, he said loudly to Su He: "Okay! I will accept you as my disciple!"
He suddenly became very energetic. If there is anyone in this world who can teach a turtle how to practice, who else can he teach him? His second body was a tortoise bigger than Su He!
"But I have been practicing for thousands of years, and I can only accept one disciple. How can I do it casually? I should invite all my friends, inform fellow sects, and hold a grand apprenticeship ceremony!"
As an elder of the Qingyuan Sect, he is the same generation as Su Huanian's father and Master Feng Yiju, and he is also the leader among them. He has only accepted one disciple for more than a thousand years, how can he just do it so hastily?
Su He was overjoyed: Ang~
The old Taoist burst out laughing: "No hurry, no rush! I'll give you a name first. How can you scream dragon turtle and dragon turtle all day long?"
My disciple, whose bloodline has not yet been purified, takes the name Dragon Turtle, which will damage his luck.
Su He blinked: "Ang~"
"You have a name? You want to name yourself? What?"
This problem is difficult for Su He. For other things, he can roar like a beast and express his thoughts. How to express the name?
It's not a big and strong name, just something that expresses big and strong.
He turned the dragon's head towards Su Huanian and shouted loudly.
The old Taoist was confused: "Do you want your surname to be female? Fairy? Beautiful? Wife?"
Su He shook his head anxiously.
"Su?"
Su He nodded.
What surname do you want for a dragon turtle? Shouldn't we have a Taoist name or something? Besides, why do you want to be named Su? Your master’s surname is Ge! The old man suddenly looked constipated.
Because Su Huanian took care of him for a long time? The old Taoist has some taste.
Su Hua was young and holding the fairy sword, standing quietly under the bamboo, with a slight smile on his lips and his beautiful hair.
Ge Laodao took a breath and said, "Now that you have a surname, I will give you a name..."
Su He turned his head to the two rows of seedlings outside the bamboo forest.
Ge Laodao was startled: "Su Cao?" What a stupid name!
"Su He!" Feng Yaya shouted with a giggle.
The old Taoist was silent, this name is also bad! That's a bad last name! It’s not a good idea to have a surname like Mr. Su’s. I still wanted to show off my majesty as a master and protest. Just listen to the bell ringing in Li Nanyuan.
The next class begins.
The old Taoist waved his hand: "You go ahead and follow the new disciples to class. We will talk about the rest later."
What Li Nanyuan taught was basic knowledge and common sense in cultivation, which Su He needed most.
Feng Yaya pouted, waved to Su Huanian reluctantly, and followed Su He to the teaching place.
I haven't seen my mother for several days, and I feel like I'm cheating. But my mother would definitely disagree. The first few times she skipped class, wherever she escaped, the teacher happened to be teaching there.
Feng Yaya is not stupid!
In this section, there are two teachers standing on the podium at the same time. The one on the left is wearing Jianju costume, and the one on the right is wearing Jianxichi Taoist robe.
The two looked at each other with unkind eyes. This is where I come to steal my disciples.
This session of teaching in Li Nanyuan is coming to an end, and the disciples will finally join the Seven Meridians to formally practice. The teachers will use this opportunity to promote their own Taoism, hoping to attract more disciples.
The senior brother in the sword-washing pool was the first to hold his hand and said to the junior brothers and sisters below: "Everyone, long time no see, I'm here again."
"I'm here too!" Senior Brother Jianju interrupted.
Senior Brother Xijianchi pretended that he did not exist. He looked at the junior brothers and sisters in the audience and said loudly: "I have said before that the sword is the world. Since you have entered the immortal sect, you should come and learn swordsmanship! The Nine Heavens with the sword controls all the worlds. , wouldn’t it be nice?”
Senior Brother Jianju took over the conversation: "Yes, the sword is the world! You should enter my Sword Residence and sacrifice to my sword box! Ten thousand swords are hidden in one box!"
He slapped the sword box on his back, and the sword box fell to the ground. He pointed his halberd a little, and a fairy sword flew out from the sword box.
"The sword is the world! It encompasses everything. The Thunder Sword!"
The lightning on the sword flashed and thunder roared.
"Yanyang!"
Another sword came out, burning with blazing fire, as hot as the sun.
"blast!"
Another sword came out, but the shape of the sword was not visible, but the wind was blowing, and flying sand and rocks were tearing apart everything.
"Showers!"
"Luoxue!"
"Aoki!"
Every time he shouted, a sword came out, with a unique aura, and the sword energy overflowed. Really all-encompassing.
The face of the senior fellow in the sword washing pool turned gloomy: "Since the sword is a sword, why do you want to be so fancy? Where there is a sword, there is a world!"
This is the most fundamental difference between Jianju and Xijianchi. Both schools are sword cultivators, but Jianju emphasizes that all swords come out at the same time, covering everything. The sword-washing pool is extremely passionate about swords. People are swords, and swords are people.
He pointed his halberd, and a fairy sword came out of his body. There was no brilliance or sword sound. It seemed like an ordinary iron sword, holding the sword and slashing.
The wind stops and the rain stops, the thunder disperses and the fire is extinguished.
As if nothing happened.
