Fengshen Wendaoxing

　　 The ointment that Qingyun brought was very useful, and only a moment and a half after applying it, the wound on Lu Chuan's body was eliminated.

　　 He slept, and when he woke up it was already dark.

　　 Lu Chuan lights an oil lamp and sits on the futon while picking up a Lingguo to eat. He can still vaguely hear Yang Jian's brother and sister talking softly in his ears.

　　 "This girl controls!"

　　 A faint smile appeared on Lu Chuan's face.

　　 He can see today that Yang Jian cares about this sister very much.

　　 Maybe when they were fleeing in the hands of Heavenly Court, the two suffered a lot, so now he doesn't want his sister to suffer any more harm.

　　 "I hope you can keep protecting like this." Lu Chuan suddenly sighed.

　　 History will always repeat itself, and in the future the brother and sister will repeat the scene of their mother and brother Haotian.

　　 I don’t know what Yang Jian thinks about today’s scenes when that time comes.

　　 After eating the Lingguo, he took the futon and walked to the clearing of Linghe Cliff outside the house, bathed in the bright moonlight, and began to meditate cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

　　 Although he has already reached the realm of refining Qi and transforming God, but he can't cultivate into the soul for a long time, which still makes him feel a little anxious.

　　If you can't cultivate into the original spirit, you can't use the original spirit imperial flying sword to take the enemy's first level.

　　 At the beginning, Shen Gong used the sword technique when cutting the banshee with the leopard sword and Jiang Ziya flying the sword to cut the demon Taoist.

　　 But whether it is immortal or martial art, when practicing, this irritability and other emotions are the great taboos of cultivation, and they must not be used, otherwise it will easily lead to a fork in the road.

　　 The night is getting darker.

　　 "The third sister, you can rest early, I'm going to practice outside."

　　 Yang Jian opened the door and walked out of his cabin.

　　 But after seeing Lu Chuan outside, he was slightly startled, and then walked towards Lu Chuan.

　　 "Are you okay?"

　　 Yang Jian stretched out his hand on the ground and flicked it into a futon, then asked after sitting on it.

"Um!"

　　 Lu Chuan didn't open his eyes, but just nodded faintly, and said, "Why didn't you come out with your sister?"

　　 "My third sister is going to rest."

　　 Yang Jian said: "Every time she comes to see me, I will leave the house to her."

　　 With a faint voice, Lu Chuan could hear his care for Yang Chan.

　　 "Brother, I have something to discuss with you."

　　 Lu Chuan opened his eyes suddenly, and said to Yang Jian: "Please pass on the eight or nine profound arts to me."

　　 "Why did you mention this again?"

　　Yang Jian frowned: "Didn't you say... After you see the changes and satisfy your wishes, did you give up this idea?"

　　In an instant, he felt deceived.

　　 "Brother, do we really say that?"

　　 Lu Chuan was not surprised, and said faintly: "I seem to just say that I want to think about it."

　　 Yang Jian was stunned, and frowned when he thought that it was true, so his face was not very good.

　　 "Master uncle teaches your Taoism, presumably it will not be too bad, why do you have to stubbornly learn eight or nine profound arts?"

　　 Lu Chuan grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "Because I always feel that I can do it myself!"

　　 "Bring you down, there are no ten thousand people who have said what you just said, but eight thousand."

　　 Yang Jian couldn't help but twitched his mouth after hearing this, and said, "But in the end, I was beaten in the face. I don't know where you have such confidence?"

　　Don't say it, this guy is really arrogant!

　　 Lu Chuan said lightly: "Then where did you get your confidence when you first practiced the Eighty-Nine Profound Art?"

"I……"

　　 Yang Jian stagnated, and immediately said with a black face: "When Master taught me the Fa, he taught me the Eight or Nine Profound Art, but I didn’t understand..."

"Every family has its cupboard."

　　 Lu Chuan understood, then stretched out his hand to take a jasper gourd from his waist, opened the lid and took a sip, then handed it to Yang Jian?

　　 "Are you actually drinking?"

　　 Yang Jian was surprised.

　　 "Look at you making a fuss, the fairy **** still drinks jelly jade dew, what if we drink some wine without eating fishy meat."

Lu Chuan said angrily: "And this is not wine, it is what the gods drank, gold is precious, and I also took advantage of Chongming's absence, and... Don't regret drinking it!"

　　 He also felt that there was not much stuff in this little gourd, so he called the master Shen Gongbao's stingy.

　　I never thought that this gourd is still a treasure, with its own space, enough to hold a well.

　　 Several years have passed now, and the Qiongye Yuye in it hasn't been drunk even if he helped Chongmingbird.

　　 Yang Jian glanced at Lu Chuan and then at the gourd in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally took it, raised his head and closed his eyes, and took a big sip.

　　 "It's delicious, right?"

　　 "It's not good," Yang Jian shook his head, returned the gourd, and said, "Bitter."

　　 "That's the bitterness in your own heart, and it's something to do with me."

　　 Lu Chuan hummed, "The most magical thing about this thing is that you can taste what you can drink in your heart."

　　 took another sip after speaking.

　　 Yang Jian thought for a while, took another sip, and savored it carefully.

Looking up at the moon for a moment, Lu Chuan said in a deep voice: "Brother, pass my eight or nine profound arts, I am serious, I know you are thinking about me, but I am not reconciled if I do not practice, and it is my life if I fail to practice. Nothing to do with you."

　　 Yang Jian was taken aback when he was drinking, and then he was silent.

　　 Lu Chuan was also silent for a moment, and said, "If you really don't want to, then I will go to Uncle Uncle tomorrow morning. I believe that Uncle Uncle and his old man will not refuse..."

　　 "No need, this is my magical skill to teach and protect the Dharma. Since you want to practice, I have no reason to disseminate it." Yang Jian looked up at him and said ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Thank you brother for perfection! "

　　 Lu Chuan solemnly said: "I owe you a favor for this matter. What you want to do in the future, brother...I will do my best."

"You're welcome!"

　　 Yang Jian didn't care too much, and then he didn't say much, and began to pass on Lu Chuan's teachings.

　　This method says that it is not long, and it has more than a thousand words, but it is so dry and mysterious that it is not easy to remember.

　　 It took some time for Lu Chuan to remember everything in his mind.

　　 "Junior brother, remember, at most three years, you will give up cultivation if there is no result at that time."

　　 Yang Jian also said very solemnly: "Otherwise you are doing useless work, wasting your time and delaying your cultivation."

　　 "Senior brother, don't worry, I have a sense of measure in my heart." Lu Chuan nodded and said.

　　 Yang Jian is a kind of cold-hearted person. He can still feel the sincerity in the words.

After 　　, Lu Chuan closed his eyes and felt the new method, while Yang Jian looked at Mingyue alone, taking a sip of Lu Chuan's gourd from time to time.

　　 half a month later.

　　 One day, the real man Yuding suddenly called Lu Chuan who was practicing martial arts to Jinxia Cave.

　　 "Lu Chuan, how long have you been to Yuquan Mountain?" The real Yuding asked, sitting high on the cloud bed.

　　 Lu Chuan thought for a while, and said, "It's been more than two years, uncle, what's the matter?"

　　 "You should go down the mountain."

　　 Yuding Zhenren said: "Your master wrote today asking you to go down the mountain and go back to Chaoge. He has something to tell you to do, so go and pack your things now!"

　　 "Yes, uncle, my disciple retire!"

　　 When she heard that Gongbao Shen called himself back, Lu Chuan nodded despite his doubts, and turned around out of Jinxia Cave.

　　 The biggest purpose of his trip is the Eight or Nine Profound Art. Now he has got it, even if he wants to leave, there is no regret.