But it was said that Lang Fei compressed his energy and shot it out. When he looked closely with his spiritual consciousness, he saw that the tail of the blade was like a spiral structure. After several compressions, it collapsed very tightly. When he felt the pain, the spiral at the blade tail was shrinking to the extreme. With a thought,
, as soon as he released the sharp blade, the spiral bounced up in an instant, and the Yuanli blade burst out. The speed and momentum were so fast that even the power of electricity was inferior by three points.
"Good spells, wonderful supernatural powers." Lang Fei couldn't help but be delighted. From the amethyst shield to the Yuanli blade in front of him, the purple energy could be soft and strong, and he didn't even need to think about it. It would react naturally like a living creature. The purple energy is so mysterious.
, how could we not surprise him wildly.
"I don't know how happy I will be if I tell my master about this matter." Lang Fei was filled with joy and pushed open the palace door. He didn't even bother to greet Xue Ya and the two of them, and walked towards the top of the mountain.
"Master, Master..." Seeing the main hall in the distance, the boy walked quickly to the front of the hall and gently pushed the door panel, only to find that the door was only ajar.
"Master? Master?" Calling softly, Lang Fei opened the door and entered the hall. After taking two steps, he saw a person half lying and half sitting next to a futon beside the altar table. It was not the old Taoist Xuan Yu.
Lang Fei quickly approached, bowed and saluted: "Master, my disciple has come out of seclusion."
After a moment, there was no answer. Lang Fei frowned, took a few steps closer, lowered his body, and looked at the old Taoist. "Master...father?"
"Master! Master!" Then the dim light from the window lattice showed that the old man's forehead was wrinkled like gorges, his eyes were oval, and his face was extremely haggard. The exposed skin on his neck was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood.
"Master...father, you...you..." Lang Fei stepped forward anxiously, stretched out his arms, and hugged the old Taoist body. He felt that his hands were very thin and bony, and he was no longer as gentle as before. "How could this happen? How could this happen?
Like this?" For a moment, Lang Fei's heart was pounding, his eyes were red, and a layer of moisture filled his eyes.
"Fei...er?" Suddenly, the old man in Lang Fei's arms moved, and his eyes slowly opened. When he saw the tearful man in front of him, the old man seemed to have regained some strength, and a little light spread in his eyes, and he stretched his arms slightly.
He came out and grabbed Lang Fei's arm hard, with a trace of relief on his pale face. "Fei...'er, you...you're out of seclusion. Fortunately, my master finally...managed to hold on. Lin'er, I can see you."
The last time you see me, I have no regrets for... my teacher!"
"Master, Master, you... don't say that, what's going on? What's going on? Weren't you doing well when my disciple was in seclusion? What's the matter? What's the matter?"
As if he had exhausted all his strength, the old man shook his head slightly and said in an extremely weak voice: "Actually... when I was refining the Foundation Establishment Pill, I was exhausted, but... I just endured it until the end..."
After saying that, the old man took a sharp breath and continued: "You... you have been in seclusion for two full months. As a teacher... as a teacher, I thought I would never see you again, but I didn't expect...
Ha! Ha! ...Old... God has mercy on me, but... I can persist until you come out of seclusion."
"Master...Master, why don't you stop Fei'er, why? Why?" The tears in the corners of Lang Fei's eyes couldn't be held back anymore. One drop, two drops, three drops... wetted his front, flowed along the folds of his clothes, and flowed into his heart.
Enter the heart.
"Good boy..." The old man raised his hand slightly, trying to wipe away the tears from the corners of Lang Fei's eyes, but he only raised it halfway and dropped it weakly. "Master... Master is already in his twilight years. Even if I stop you, what can I do?"
How about it, as long as you can successfully build the foundation and come out of seclusion safely, I will be a teacher... I will be satisfied as a teacher."
"Master, don't say that, don't say that, there must be a way!" Lang Fei seemed to be going crazy, turning the Sumeru belt over and over, searching everywhere one by one.
"Fei...er, don't be like this. My master...my life has been exhausted. Even the gods have no power to return to heaven."
Seeing that Lang Fei was still thrashing around as if he didn't hear anything, the old man didn't know where he got the strength. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed Lang Fei's wrist. He coughed twice violently. "Fei...er, wake up, wake up.
Wake up. I don’t have much time left for you, so please listen carefully to what I have to say.”
"Master..." Lang Fei hugged the old man's body tightly, fearing that if he let go, the old man would disappear into smoke.
"Fei'er, we have been together for seven years. Although we are just masters and apprentices, we are better than father and son. The old man got this in his later years, and this life is enough!" The old man's face suddenly turned rosy, and his eyes became bright again.
Looking at the familiar face in front of him--the face that could give him a knowing smile even in his sleep. Lang Fei nodded with tears in his eyes and replied softly: "Master, Fei'er can worship you as his teacher in this life.
It is also a blessing that has been cultivated for thousands of years."
Hearing this, the corner of the old man's mouth curved, and he looked at Lang Fei with a smile, and said: "Fei'er, after my master leaves, you must not be sad or depressed. You have just built a foundation and your state is not yet stable. Don't get hurt by this."
Got the mood."
Lang Fei wiped away his tears, nodded heavily, and said, "Master, don't worry, I know."
The old man said again: "Fei'er, you are still new to the world and don't know the dangers of people's hearts. After Master leaves, you must learn to be restrained in everything and learn to be tolerant. You must not act rashly based on impulse."
"Yes, master, don't worry. Fei'er will remember."
The old man smiled happily and continued: "Fei'er, after my master leaves, no one will protect you from the wind and rain. You must learn to be mature and learn to take on the responsibilities of a cultivator. You must act with sincerity, but you must also act with sincerity.
Consider many aspects. I don’t ask for much from my teacher, but I hope you can be kind, honest, and be worthy of heaven and earth, and treat others with generosity so that you will not regret this life.”
Lang Fei nodded vigorously and hugged the old man a little tighter.
"Also, be careful about everything. If you want to go down the mountain, don't show those magic weapons to others easily. Some guys may not dare to make any hidden ideas when the teacher is here, but once the teacher leaves, they have no scruples."
"Master said yes, Fei'er understands." Lang Fei nodded.
"Alas..." At this point, the old man let out a long sigh, took a deep look at Lang Fei, and murmured to himself: "It would have been great if I could have taken you under my tutelage a few years earlier."
Hearing this, Lang Fei burst into tears immediately. "Master, is there really nothing we can do? Where is the magic grass that increases longevity? Where is the elixir that extends life? And the strange fruit that extends blessings and the beast treasure that increases life, is it really possible?
Are you desperate?"
The old Taoist sighed softly, shook his head, but did not answer. He just reached out and took off the jade bracelet on his left wrist, handed it to Lang Fei tremblingly, and said: "Fei'er, this is my master's life savings, and I will pass it on to you at this moment.
Remember, don’t show it to others easily. If you don’t have enough skills..."
"Master, if Fei'er doesn't want it, tell me quickly, tell me quickly, but what else can I do?"
"Fei'er!" The old man's face was solemn, and Lang Fei was so frightened that he subconsciously reached out and took the jade bracelet. The old Taoist's face improved a little. He said softly: "After you leave as a teacher, if you encounter setbacks, you must not blame others. Remember that you are a teacher.
Master's words: 'Danmen will always be your home'."
Lang Fei was puzzled by what he heard, but he didn't feel like asking too many questions in this situation, so he had no choice but to nod deeply to show that he understood.
"That's good...that's good...in this way, I can feel at ease as a teacher." The voice became weaker and weaker, the redness on the old man's face also slowly receded, and even the hands that held Lang Fei's wrists became weak.
.
"Master! Master!" Lang Fei couldn't help but howled, calling the old man with all his strength.
"Fei...er cherishes it, and went to...as a teacher...if I could turn into a star...,..." Lang Fei didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, his eyesight was blurred by tears, and he was wet with sadness. Lang Fei buried his head.
On the old man's chest, he felt the body temperature slowly dissipating, and tears burst out uncontrollably.
"Young Master!" "Junior Brother!" After a moment, two exclamations suddenly came from the door of the palace. Then, in a flash of light and shadow, two slender people approached and shouted in unison: "Master (Uncle)
, what’s wrong with him?”
Lang Fei hugged the old man's increasingly cold body and cried bitterly, but did not answer any questions from Xue Ya and Fang Qinghan.
"Sir, you... don't cry." Seeing this scene, Xue Ya knew the situation and couldn't help but turn pale, her eyes turned red, and she burst into tears.
Fang Qinghan, who was beside him, was also in a state of confusion. He took several steps back, his pretty face frosty. "Uncle Xuanyu! Uncle Xuanyu!" After she called softly twice, she suddenly came back to her senses and said sternly: "Junior brother,
I...I'm going to find the master. I'm going to find the master." After saying this, she didn't care much and threw the basket of spiritual fruits on the ground, then turned around and ran out of the hall in a hurry.
"Sir!" After drinking tea, Xue Ya stopped sobbing and heard Lang Fei stop crying. She relaxed her jade arms slightly and pushed Lang Fei gently.
"Sir?" Seeing that he didn't move, but his shoulders shook slightly, Xue Ya was startled, and quickly came closer, and when she looked at the place from the front, she saw that Lang Fei had closed his eyes and was lying on the old man's immortal body, unconscious.
"Young Master! Young Master!" Xue Ya was so anxious that she rushed to rescue him. However, she didn't expect Lang Fei to hold the old man tightly. His hands were so strong that she couldn't loosen him even half an inch.
"How can this be good? How can this be good?" At this moment, she was left alone. Firstly, she was not strong enough to break them apart. Secondly, she had no cultivation and did not know how to give first aid. For a moment, Xue Ya was as anxious as a fever.
Ants on the pot.
"Senior Brother...Senior Brother..." At this moment, a scream was heard from afar in the mid-air outside the hall.
In the blink of an eye, there was a sound of wind outside the hall and the sound of footsteps approaching.
"Senior brother, senior brother." A figure flashed at the door of the palace. When Xue Ya looked up, she saw Yun Yuzi rushing towards him with a sad face. He took only one step and approached her. Without answering, he lowered his body and stretched out his hand to press.
Old man's wrist.
After a moment, he shook his head. Yun Yuzi looked up to the sky and sighed, then fell to the ground and said nothing.
"Master, how are you? Uncle, he...he..." At this time, Fang Qinghan, who looked anxious, also came to the main hall, and before he could walk in, he asked from a distance.
After hearing these words, Old Taoist Yun Yu came back to his senses and said with a sad face: "My life span has expired and I have no way to return to heaven! Senior brother...Senior brother, he...has really passed away."
When Fang Qinghan heard that, his delicate body paused and he couldn't help shaking. His beautiful eyes were filled with tears and he said sadly: "Uncle, didn't you just tell Qinghan a month ago that nothing happened? Why,