The attic seemed to have lost a lot of life without Zhu Qingshi. Lin San was leaning alone at the door, frowning, not knowing what else to think about.
"Feng Chen." A shout suddenly came from behind.
Lin San turned around and his face darkened: "Elder Ding."
Elder Ding walked up to Lin San and sighed: "I'm here to pay homage to Elder Zhu."
Hearing that Elder Ding was here to pay homage to Zhu Qingshi, Lin San's expression softened a bit. He then led Elder Ding to Zhu Qingshi's grave.
Elder Ding stood silently in front of the grave, with a sad expression on his face: "Junior brother Zhu, don't worry. I will definitely find a way to avenge you. And your disciple Feng Chen, I will also take care of you as my own disciple." ."
Lin San, who was standing next to him, had a very calm expression. It seemed that Elder Ding's emotional words could not move Lin San at all.
After a while, Elder Ding said to Lin San: "Feng Chen, I still have something to ask you about."
Lin San nodded, turned around and walked towards the attic.
Elder Ding was stunned for a moment, then raised his heels.
Walking to the attic door, Lin San stopped. He turned around and looked at Elder Ding. He said indifferently: "If you have anything to say, Elder Ding, just say it."
Elder Ding pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "I came today for two things. The first is to pay homage to Elder Zhu. The second... I just want to talk to you about the art of attracting lightning."
Sure enough, it was for the art of attracting lightning. Lin San frowned: "Elder Ding, I made it very clear before. I don't know how to attract lightning at all."
"Feng Chen. No matter what, you are also a member of the Tianshan Sect. You should do your best for the Tianshan Sect. You may not know the importance of lightning diversion to the Tianshan Sect. Let me tell you, in fact..." Elder Ding persuaded with earnest words. .
Lin San stretched out his hand to interrupt Elder Ding: "I'll reiterate: I don't know how to draw thunder. Don't come to me again in the future." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to enter the attic.
"Wait a minute." Elder Ding shouted.
Lin San stopped and turned to look at Elder Ding: "Elder Ding, is there anything else you can do?"
Elder Ding reached out and took off a storage bag from his waist. He shook his hands and threw it towards Lin San.
Lin San subconsciously caught the storage bag and asked doubtfully: "Elder Ding, what are you..."
"You take a look at the contents of the storage bag first." Elder Ding pointed to the storage bag.
Lin San used his consciousness to look into the storage bag in his hand. His expression suddenly became strange: "Spiritual stone."
Elder Ding nodded: "There are a total of 100,000 high-level spiritual stones in the storage bag. They were given to you by the master."
"Why are you giving me spiritual stones for no reason?" Lin San asked in confusion.
Elder Ding smiled: "Are you really not understanding? Or are you pretending not to understand? As long as you tell me how to practice the art of drawing lightning, these 100,000 high-level spiritual stones will be yours."
Lin San directly stuffed the storage bag back to Elder Ding: "I don't know the art of attracting lightning, so I can't store these spiritual stones."
"Uh..." Elder Ding didn't expect Lin Sanhui to refuse so simply. It took him a long time to recover: "Feng Chen, you have to think about it. These are 100,000 pieces of high-level spiritual stones. Ordinary disciples can't do that in a lifetime." What can't be earned... Also, the leader has already said that if you are willing, he can make an exception and accept you as a registered disciple, and at the same time teach you the best immortal cultivation techniques."
"The master accepted me as a registered disciple..." Lin San raised his eyebrows.
"Yes. The leader has a deep relationship with Elder Zhu. He can't bear to see you alone and helpless. So he wants to make an exception and accept you as a registered disciple. In this way, your status in the Tianshan Sect will be much higher. No one dares to bully you anymore." Elder Ding looked at the changes in Lin San's expression.
Lin San's face twitched a few times: "Thank you Master for your kindness. Since I am already Elder Zhu's disciple, I can no longer accept the Master as my teacher."
"You refused." Elder Ding looked at Lin San incredulously: "Not everyone can be the head disciple."
"Now I just want to practice well by myself. I don't want to be a master anymore." Lin San answered firmly.
Elder Ding's face became gloomy: "Feng Chen, let me ask you one last time: Are you really not going to tell me how to practice the art of drawing lightning?" As he spoke, a white light flashed across the palm of Elder Ding's right hand, and the aura on his body also changed. Becomes erratic.
Lin San was shocked. What did Elder Ding want to do?
"Speak." Seeing Lin San silent for a long time, Elder Ding couldn't help but shouted softly.
Lin San's expression was a little uncertain. For a long time... he sighed softly: "Elder Ding, is the art of drawing lightning really so important to the Tianshan Sect?"
"Of course." Elder Ding nodded.
"I can tell you how to practice the art of drawing lightning. But I have a condition." Lin San said expressionlessly.
"Are you finally willing to admit that you can draw lightning?" Elder Ding looked overjoyed: "What are the conditions? If I can do it, I will definitely agree to it."
"The condition is very simple. I want to tell the master the secret of practicing the art of lightning in person." Lin San said his condition.
"Okay. No problem." Elder Ding agreed readily.
"Elder Ding, wait outside for a moment. I'm going to change clothes. I'll follow you to see the leader right away." After Lin San finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the attic.
Elder Ding stood at the door, waiting quietly.
After a while, Lin San came out of the attic and followed Elder Ding towards the rooftop temple.
Along the way, Lin San was silent. Originally, Elder Ding wanted to chat for a few words, but when he saw Lin San's refusal to speak, he immediately swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
Half an hour later, Elder Ding and Lin San arrived at the entrance of the Tiantai Temple.
At this time, the leader Liang Wanli was discussing matters with more than a dozen elders.
Elder Ding was just about to lead Lin San into the hall when an accident happened.
"Master, help me." Lin San suddenly wailed and stumbled into the hall.
Elder Ding was stunned. He didn't know why Lin San was so crazy.
Liang Wanli and the elders who were discussing the matter were also stunned. They all looked at Lin San who ran into the hall with very confused expressions.
"Plop." Lin San knelt directly in the main hall and shouted loudly: "Master, elders, help me. Elder Ding wants to kill me."
"Hiss..." After hearing Lin San's cry, Liang Wanli and a dozen other elders all changed their expressions.
"Feng Chen, what are you talking about?" Elder Ding ran in from the outside angrily.
Lin Sanjuan shrank, stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly at Elder Ding. He said in fear: "You...don't come...don't kill me..."
Elder Ding was almost driven crazy: "Who is going to kill you? Don't spit on others..."
"Elder Ding. I have given you all the relics of Master... Just let me go... I am just a low-class disciple. I cannot pose any threat to you at all..." Lin San kept begging for mercy. .
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you." Elder Ding reached out and grabbed Lin San.
"Stop." Liang Wanli shouted loudly.
"Brother, this brat framed me." Elder Ding shouted.