"Thank you for your kindness, senior, but I don't know how to call you senior?"
Zhang Jianlai said.
"Haha, have you figured it out? 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.
"Okay, okay, 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" in the Chinese continent 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 entry-level disciple and also my last disciple. Today, I will pass on my lifelong spiritual energy to you. I will die without regrets."
"Thank you, Master. I am deeply grateful."
"Okay, okay, sit down and turn your back to me."
"Yes, Master."
Zhang Jianlai responded, then sat 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 hand.
"Well, much better, thank you Master! My memory has been restored."
Zhang Jianlai said, feeling that his whole body was full of strength.
"Okay, your illness has recovered. You can just practice more in the future."
As soon as the voice fell, Dongfang Burang suddenly coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Teacher, Master, how are you?"
Zhang Jianlai became nervous, his eyes filled with fear.
"Haha, Master is not dead yet, he just taught you his lifelong cultivation. Now Master's cultivation has been lost, but 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.
"That's right, you are the person that the teacher hopes for. Hahaha!"
"Oh!" Zhang Jianlai responded, seeming to understand, but he continued to ask inconveniently.
Zhang Jianlai's cultivation has accumulated to the middle of the spiritual deficiency stage, but to break through each level of cultivation, he still needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and spiritual power is obtained through experience in the wild.
Therefore, even if a person has high accumulated cultivation level but lacks spiritual power, he is still not 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 said.
"Haha, it's enough for my disciple to have this heart. Look, what is this that I'm wearing? It's a thousand-year demon lock. You can't open it."
Here, only Dongfang Burang knows the power of the Millennium Demonic Lock, which Zhang Jianlai cannot understand.
"Is there really no way to open the Thousand-Year Demon Lock?"
Zhang Jianlai said doubtfully.
He thought that as long as he was alive, there was still hope and there would 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 Wonton Staff are used at the same time, the combination of yin and yang will immediately emit a powerful force. Only this force can cut off the thousand-year-old demon chain..."
Having said this, Dongfang didn't let him pause for a moment, and continued: "For those who can use the Sky-Breaking Long Sword and the Wonton Staff at the same time, the cultivation level of the male master and the female master must at least reach the middle stage of the Tribulation Stage, and the two people's horoscopes must be in harmony with each other. The five elements of martial arts must complement each other, isn’t it difficult?”
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 Wonton Staff to save 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 food came over, and one of them shouted: "Eat, eat, you are not allowed to make loud noises in the prison."
Then give them each a box of lunch.
Zhang Jianlai couldn't eat such a meal and had no appetite at all.
"Hahaha, how can you have strength if you don't eat? How can you leave here without food?"
Dongfang Burang glanced at Zhang Jian and smiled.
He had been eating prison food for more than ten years, which was not a big deal, but it was hard for Zhang Jianlai 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.
Zhang Jianlai's figure began to appear in Leng Ruoyun's mind.
Zhang Jianlai's movements strangely overlapped with the scene left by Zhang Jingtian.
More than twenty years have passed, and everything is still clear. However, what is disgusting is that Zhang Jingtian has not looked for her in these twenty years.
To Leng Ruoyun's pain, Zhang Jingtian has become an ungrateful person in her world.
If she hadn't missed her son, she wouldn't have been so distressed.
Although Zhang Jianlai is not 100% sure that it is his child, there is an 80% possibility.
Thinking of this, Leng Ruoyun was both 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 stared straight out of the window, her eyes deep and unpredictable, as if her mind was turning over and over again.
It won't work if this goes on. If she wants to find a way to save Zhang Jianlai, she can't sit still and wait for death.
The only token that can prove that Zhang Jianlai is her son is that he has a big thumb mole on his left chest.
But how Leng Ruoyun could see Zhang Jianlai's left chest was also a headache for her.
But there are always ways, which need to be considered slowly.
When she was quiet and thinking carefully, the door suddenly opened.
"Haha, baby, I'm back!"
The person who walked in was a big man in his forties. He was big and looked a little silly, but his eyes were like swords, making people afraid to look directly at him.
This person is her husband Guo Shiqiang.
Guo Shiqiang 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 cold 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 plain as the breeze blowing on the surface of a lake.
"What's wrong, honey? I treat you well, right? After so many years, you have always been lukewarm towards me. Is there something wrong with me?"
Guo Shiqiang 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 Shiqiang smiled and said that 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 Shiqiang's ear: "Shiqiang, I have figured it out."
