The apprenticeship of monks in the world of cultivation is very different from that in the martial arts world. Due to the huge difference in spiritual roots of cultivation, disciples with strong spiritual roots often achieve higher achievements than their entry-level masters. Therefore, in the world of cultivation, monks follow their own cultivation level. It is also common for people to worship at different gates as they advance.
For example, Han Mengjie on Xingkui Peak was originally a disciple of a small sect called "Tianyan Sect". Later, because of his good spiritual roots, he was favored by Master Jingxin of Wuji Sect. And this matter is also an honor for Tianyan Sect.
Through Han Mengjie, they, a small sect, could establish a relationship with the Wuji Sect, which was something they could only dream of.
Now, although Pei Feng is a disciple of Xing Kuifeng, the way of alchemy is independent of martial arts, so Pei Feng can naturally become a disciple of Qian Mo and learn alchemy from him.
Pei Feng followed Qian Mo from the manor to the back, and the two of them walked around the three huge alchemy furnaces in the courtyard. Came to a quaint building.
This building is extremely out of proportion to the entire medicinal garden. The medicine garden gives people a relaxing and pastoral feeling, and this ancient and solemn building makes people feel awe.
Pei Feng looked up and saw a plaque hanging above the main door, with gold characters on a mysterious background and the three characters "Huan Wu Hall" written on it.
Qian Mo said: "If you want to be my disciple, you must first worship the statue of the ancestor of our sect, which is my master."
Pei Feng naturally knows the rules of apprenticeship in the world of cultivation. When he joined the Wuwei Taoist sect, he had to worship the statue of Patriarch Sanye first.
"Master, what is the title of the Patriarch?"
Qian Mo suddenly fell silent.
Pei Feng was greatly puzzled. Judging from the Master's expression, it was obvious that he had great respect for the Patriarch. But why is it so taboo to mention Master’s title now?
After waiting for a long time, there was still no answer from the master, so Pei Feng had to ask again: "Master, what should I say when I pay homage?"
Ganmo said: "You just kowtow. I'll do it for you."
"Ah?" Pei Feng thought to himself, "Is this the process of apprenticeship in the alchemy world?"
Qian Mo pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a scent of sandalwood immediately wafted out. Through the wooden door, Pei Feng looked inside and saw some simple furnishings that were even more solemn.
"go in."
Pei Feng straightened his clothes and stepped in. The statue behind the incense table on the front immediately caught his eye. Pei Feng's body was also completely stunned at that moment.
It was a human figure carved from a complete piece of white jade. This jade has no trace of impurities and has a warm luster. It is a rare gem in the world.
Pei Feng had only seen the piece of white jade around Ye Canghai's waist, which was comparable to this white jade. But how big is Ye Canghai's white jade? The man in front of him, whose entire body was carved from white jade, was more than two meters tall.
But what really shocked Pei Feng was not the piece of white jade, but the appearance of the person engraved on it.
This stone carving depicts an old man with long hair flying behind him, probably twice as long as his height. Although this man is old, he has a jade face, white teeth, a handsome face, and an air of Taoism between his brows. Pei Feng was too familiar with the temperament exuded by the charm of the statue.
"Pei Feng, this is your master."
Two lines of tears burst out of my eyes. Pei Feng knelt down in front of the jade sculpture with a bang, then he covered his face and cried bitterly.
This scene shocked Qian Mo. He heard two hoarse words coming out of Pei Feng's mouth. At that moment, even the cultivators of Qianmo's generation were stunned.
"Clan!"
"My people!"
Qian Mo stared at Pei Feng in disbelief, the more he looked, the more frightened he became! His pupils gradually became larger. Because he actually saw a shadow of his master in Pei Feng.
"Sure enough! It's so similar!"
On the surface, the gods are not much different from humans. They seem to be just more beautiful than ordinary humans. But if you look closely, their eyebrows, expressions, movements, and body bone structures are actually slightly different from humans.
Although Pei Feng is only half of the God descendants, he was conceived in September. But it was impossible for him not to recognize his own people.
Every long hair that curls up on the jade carving is a testimony of the divine tribesmen. This jade statue was not in the illusion, it was right in front of him. He could see it and touch it.
"My people!"
Pei Feng gently placed his hand on the jade statue's feet, and tears poured out uncontrollably.
"Pei Feng, are you a member of the Divine Tribe?"
Pei Feng slowly raised his head and looked at Master Qianmo nodding heavily. His hairband slipped off, and his long hair flew behind him. Every strand of long hair seemed to be alive, breathing greedily and flowing elegantly.
"I am a member of the Divine Tribe, and the people engraved on this statue are my tribe."
Qian Mo's hands trembled: "Zhongyuan Tongyougu... Are you the child who escaped?"
"I am!"
"It's you, it's really you, kid, I've been looking for you for ten years!"
After Ganmo finished speaking, he burst into tears. He held Pei Feng in his arms. "God has eyes, I found you. My child..."
Although Pei Feng didn't know Gan Mo's identity, he understood that since the statues of his tribe appeared in this ancestral hall, Gan Mo was definitely someone he could trust.
Although Qian Mo was not one of his tribesmen, his embrace made Pei Feng feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time. This feeling was something no one could give him. Because there is the breath of his people in it.
"Master. Is my master still alive?"
"Yes! How could my master fall?"
Pei Feng thought of what his ancestor said in the illusion. In this world, there is still a god descendant alive. And that clansman's cultivation is as high as the sky, and he is the top monk in the world.
It is not difficult to think that his ancestor is that clansman! Pei Feng thought of this and immediately asked: "Master, who is my ancestor?"
Qian Mo's face suddenly brightened, "Feng'er, I'm telling you, you have to stand firm."
Qianmo bowed deeply to the stone statue. "The Lord of the Eastern Earth Fantasy Mist Immortal Valley, the Jade Pure White-Headed Immortal!"
"Bai, the white-headed immortal?"
Pei Feng's mind was buzzing, and he suddenly felt like the world was spinning.
Countless images from my childhood emerged.
"Feng'er, don't be lazy, the immortal is watching."
"Feng'er, my lord, the Bald-headed Immortal, you must study alchemy with all your heart!"
It seemed that he had been living in that person's shadow throughout his childhood. And today when he heard that name again, his heart was trembling!
Yuqing White-Headed Immortal, the master of the Holy Land of Medicinal Pills in the world of cultivation—Huanwu Immortal Valley! His cultivation has already reached the end of cultivation, and he is a long-famous immortal. In the world of cultivation, he is a living god respected by thousands of people!
"The Bald-headed Immortal is actually a member of the God Clan? How is this possible! How can the three sects have the guts to massacre the descendants of an immortal?"
Qian Mo said: "Master's identity is one of the biggest secrets in the world of cultivation. No one knows his identity."
"But what about the precognition ability of my God descendants? How could the immortal let the incident in Tongyou Valley happen?"
Qian Mo shook his head slightly and said: "I didn't expect this. After the news about Tongyou Valley reached Wuji Sect ten years ago, I couldn't believe it. After that, I went to look for Tongyou Valley. When I went there , that valley has turned into ruins. Everything is too late, the last thing I can do for Master is to find you! The last clan member who saved Master."
"Master...thank you."
"Oh, Pei Feng, you don't need to thank me. I did this because of my own selfishness. I am just an abandoned disciple of Master, but there is not a day that goes by that I don't want to return to the Fairy Valley of Illusion Mist. I think it's me who finds you. The only chance to go back.”
"Master, let's go back together from now on. I want to see my master."
Pei Feng's title of master at this time made Qian Mo even more happy.
"Okay, when the time comes, you must plead for me in front of Master. You are Master's only clan member, and the old man may be soft-hearted because of your wretched face."
Both the master and the disciple finally smiled.
Qianmo said: "Feng'er, with you here, I feel more confident about returning to my master's door. Now that you know everything, please worship me. I will officially accept you as my disciple today. I learned from my master." All my alchemy skills will be passed down to you personally, to Master’s only clan member. If Master knew about this, I don’t know how happy he would be.”
After Gan Mo finished speaking, he snickered, his expression was like that of a young man.
Pei Feng kowtowed fiercely to the jade statue and performed clan rituals first and then his master's rituals. After worshiping the statue. He couldn't help but blush again. At this moment, he is like a weed blowing in the wind and once again taking root in the land.
"Get up!" Gan Mo finished speaking and glanced at Pei Feng's broken arm.
"Feng'er, come with me quickly. Let's connect this arm first."
Pei Feng said: "It doesn't matter. With my body, I can recover in less than three days."
"Why three days? You are the treasure of my master now, you can't delay even a minute!"
Qian Mo hurriedly pulled Pei Feng into the pharmacy in the back hall. It's filled with all kinds of bottles and cans. Pei Feng's eyes were dazzled by the sight.
Qian Mo took out a bottle from a small box and a red elixir from it. "Drink this elixir and your arm will be back to its original state in a matter of seconds."
"It's so strong, is it a fairy medicine?"
"The elixirs that can reach the red level are all holy elixirs. From now on, I will teach you slowly as a teacher."
"Holy medicine?" Pei Feng couldn't help but sigh. It’s good to have a Soul Holy Pill Master as your master. Now that you have just become a master, you can have a taste of the Holy Pill! In the past, I wouldn't have dared to think about it. He could take a look at what the holy elixir looked like, which was considered a blessing, let alone eat it.
Qian Mo carefully divided the red pill into countless portions, took only one portion and handed it to Pei Feng. The rest is put back into the bottle. "Drink it."
Pei Feng joked: "Master, you are too stingy."
"It's not that I'm reluctant to give it to you, but because you can't take more of this medicine."
Pei Feng put the rice-sized elixir into his mouth, and the fragrance of crabapple flowers instantly filled the air.
"As expected of the holy elixir, it's delicious!" Pei Feng just finished speaking. The pain in my arm disappeared immediately. He even felt the wound was extremely comfortable! I have the urge to inflict a few more wounds on my body.
"Master, the effect of this medicine is incredible. What is the name of this medicine?"
The old man Qian Mo smiled strangely, "What kind of medicine? Haitang smiled!"
"Ah?" Pei Feng's face suddenly turned pale when he heard the word Haitang laugh!
"Master, you are harming me!"
