"Thank you for your kindness, senior, but I don't know how to call you senior?"
Zhang Jianlai said.
"Haha, you can just call me Master Dongfang!"
"Disciple Zhang Jian comes to bow to Master Dongfang!"
Zhang Jianlai cupped his fists with both hands, knelt down on one foot, and kowtowed three times.
"Hmm, Jianlai, not bad, not bad! I didn't see the wrong person."
The old man Dongfang looked at Zhang Jianlai, laughed, and said: "Haha, I never accept disciples. You are my first disciple."
The old man Dongfang, formerly known as Dongfang Burang, was one of the "Three Musketeers" of the Chinese mainland ten years ago, and his cultivation has reached the stage of Dou Po.
"Master Dongfang..."
Zhang Jianlai was about to speak, but Dongfang Burang said hurriedly: "Jianlai, you are my only disciple and the last disciple. Today I will teach you my lifelong cultivation, but you can only recognize me as your master."
"Thank you, master. I will remember this in my heart."
"Okay, okay, sit down and turn your back to me."
"Yes, master."
Zhang Jianlai responded, then sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and turned his back to the east across the iron cage.
Dongfang didn't let his palms face each other, and with luck back and forth, a stream of spiritual energy formed in his palms, and then he pushed Zhang Jianlai's back hard.
Zhang Jianlai felt a stream of heat slowly pouring into his body, slowly traveling along the meridians all over his body. An unprecedented sense of lightness immediately emerged on his body.
Half an hour later.
"Disciple, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?" Dongfang asked without letting go of his hands.
"Well, much better, thank you, master!"
Zhang Jianlai said excitedly, feeling energetic all over his body.
"Well, your illness has been resolved. You can just practice more in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Burang suddenly coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Master, master, how are you?"
Zhang Jianlai became nervous, his eyes filled with fear.
"Haha, the master is not dead yet, he just taught you his lifelong cultivation. Now the master's cultivation has been lost, but the master's wish has been fulfilled, haha."
"Master's wish?" Zhang Jianlai was puzzled.
Dongfang Burang has been imprisoned in the dungeon for ten years. Seeing that he is getting old, his only wish is to take in a disciple and teach him cultivation. Then he will die without regrets.
"Yes, you are the person I hope to be my teacher. Haha!"
"Oh!" Zhang Jianlai responded, seeming to understand, but he was inconvenient to ask further.
Zhang Jianlai's cultivation has accumulated to the middle stage of spiritual cultivation, but to break through each level of cultivation, he still needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and spiritual power can only be obtained through experience in the wild.
Therefore, even if a person has accumulated a high level of cultivation but lacks spiritual power, he is not yet qualified to use it.
"Master, why are you locked up here?"
Zhang Jianlai asked curiously. After all, Dongfang Burang was not considered a bad person in his eyes.
"Haha!" Dongfang Burang pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes moved, and he continued: "Haha, it's a long story. I don't want to mention the things in the past. I have fulfilled my wish. Let’s spend our remaining years in peace.”
Since Dongfang Burang refused to disclose his life experience, Zhang Jianlai did not want to break the casserole and ask the truth. This is human courtesy.
"Master, my disciple will definitely rescue you..."
Zhang Jianlai wanted to express his gratitude to his master.
"Haha, it's enough for my disciple to have this heart. Look, what is this the master is wearing? This is a thousand-year demon lock. You can't open it, and the key has been destroyed."
Here, only Dongfang Burang knows the power of the Thousand-Year Demonic Lock, and Zhang Jianlai cannot appreciate it.
"Is there really no way to open the Thousand-Year Demon Lock?"
Zhang Jianlai said doubtfully.
I thought that as long as we live, as long as we still believe in hope, as long as we are willing to keep moving forward, there will always be a way.
"Haha, there is a way, but it's very slim, or you shouldn't even think about it!"
Dongfang Burang hesitated for a moment before responding.
"As long as there is a one in ten thousand chance, my disciple will definitely fight for it."
A determined spirit appeared on Zhang Jianlai's face.
"Legend has it that only when the Sky-Breaking Sword and the Chaos Staff are used at the same time, the yin and yang are combined to instantly emit a powerful force. Only this force can cut through the thousand-year demon chain..."
Having said this, Dongfang Burang paused for a while, and then continued: "To be able to use the Sky-Breaking Long Sword and the Chaos Staff at the same time, the male protagonist and the female protagonist must have at least reached the middle stage of the Tribulation Stage, and their horoscopes must be The five elements of martial arts must be mutually complementary, isn’t it difficult, haha.”
It is indeed not easy to cut off the thousand-year demon chain, but Zhang Jianlai still said confidently: "Master, no matter how difficult it is, my disciple will definitely find the Sky-Breaking Sword and the Chaos Staff to rescue you."
This was just a legend, and in Dongfang Burang's eyes it was just a fantasy, but Zhang Jianlai was so confident that he was pleased.
"Haha, having a disciple like you as my teacher is enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, two guards who delivered the meal came over. One of them shouted: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat. It's forbidden to make loud noises in the prison."
Then he handed each of them a box of lunch.
Zhang Jianlai really couldn't eat such a meal, and he had no appetite at all.
"Haha, if you don't eat, how strong will you be? How can you get out of here alive if you don't eat?"
Dongfang Burang looked at Zhang Jianlai and smiled.
He had been eating in this prison for more than ten years, so it didn't matter to him, but for Zhang Jianlai, it was hard to swallow.
"Yes, master." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jianlai started to eat hungrily.
the other side.
Guo Shaofeng sent Leng Ruoyun back to the dormitory. The two did not communicate much and were relatively silent, each thinking about their own concerns.
"Mom, we're here. Please have a good rest. I'll take you to see Ouyang Xue another day. I'll take my leave now."
Leng Ruoyun nodded, and Guo Shaofeng left.
The scene when he saw Zhang Jianlai immediately appeared in Leng Ruoyun's mind.
Zhang Jianlai's movements strangely overlapped with the scene that Zhang Jingtian had left in his mind.
More than twenty years have passed, and everything is still so clear. However, the hateful thing is that Zhang Jingtian has never looked for her in these twenty years.
This made Leng Ruoyun very painful. Zhang Jingtian had become an ungrateful person in her world.
If she hadn't been thinking about her son, she wouldn't have suffered so much.
Although I am not 100% sure that the Zhang Jianlai I see now is my child, there is an 80% possibility.
Thinking of this, Leng Ruoyun was happy and scared at the same time. She was happy that she could finally see her child, but she was scared that Zhang Jianlai would not recognize her as his mother.
Leng Ruoyun was very entangled in her heart. She looked straight out the window, her eyes deep and unpredictable, as if her thoughts were changing over and over again.
This won't work. She has to find ways to rescue Zhang Jianlai. She can't sit still and wait for death.
The only token that can confirm that Zhang Jianglai is her son is that he has a birthmark on his left chest.
But how Leng Ruoyun could see Zhang Jianlai's left chest was also a headache for her.
But there is always a way, it needs to be thought about slowly.
When she calmed down and thought carefully, the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Haha, baby, I'm back!"
The person who came in was a tall, bearded man in his forties. He looked a little silly, but his eyes were as sharp as a sword, making people afraid to look directly at him.
This person is her husband Guo Manor.
Guo Manor is the overlord of the southwest area and owns a large amount of mineral resources. Leng Lengbei also values this, so he betrothed his daughter to him.
Leng Ruoyun had no feelings for this rough man, so he always showed a lukewarm attitude.
"You're back?"
Leng Ruoyun came back to his senses and asked casually.
There was no emotion in her words, no joy or anger, and her tone was as calm as the breeze blowing on the lake.
"What's wrong, baby? I'm not too shy to take care of you, right? After so many years, you have always been lukewarm towards me. Is there something wrong with me?"
Guo Manor poured a cup of tea and drank it, and said with a slightly angry tone.
He really liked the beauty in front of him, but Leng Ruoyun's attitude towards him made him look for trouble.
"No, it's okay. Manor, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged. I will serve you well from now on."
Leng Ruoyun walked towards Guo Manor and smiled slightly.
Her attitude suddenly took a 360-degree turn, which made Guo Manor extremely uncomfortable.
"Haha, the sun rises from the west today?"
Guo Zhuang said with a smile, this was the most heart-warming sentence he had ever heard, and it was also the sentence that made him feel the most uneasy.
Leng Ruoyun hugged him from behind, like a bird clinging to someone, and whispered in Guo Manor's ear: "Manor, I have figured it out."
