In a small, downtrodden courtyard in Wanchao City.
The disciples of the Beidou Sect set up camp here. The place was simple, but everyone didn't mind and they were enjoying themselves.
Ye Fan went with a few people to bury the body.
Everyone's atmosphere is a bit dull.
"Don't be so downcast, okay?" Ye Fan was speechless when he saw their state.
The world of martial arts is like this. Someone will die at any time. You should have been accustomed to life and death, but you are so sad.
"Sect Master, let's..."
"Don't call me Sect Master here. From now on, my name is Ye Xuan, and you can also call me Doctor Ye."
"Okay, Ye Xuan, we have offended the Changgan Sect and Nanshan Sect in full view of the public. I'm afraid there will be no peace in the future. I suggest that our disciples try not to go out alone."
Ye Fan nodded.
He did not expect that the outstanding disciples of the Jiuxia Sect would actually reach the level of land gods who have entered the Taoist realm. The disciples of the sect would basically have no way to survive when encountering these outstanding disciples.
Stronger ones are urgently needed.
"From now on, everyone should stay out of my sight and follow my orders. This is where we live in Wanchao City. If we need any supplies, we can ask outsiders to send them to us, or I can go and purchase them myself."
The outside world is too cruel and they are still too weak.
These are the backbone of the sect, and it is very painful to lose one of them.
Morning has arrived.
Ye Fan set up a formation to protect this small world.
Suddenly an old man appeared, wandering outside the yard, constantly looking at the formation.
"Who?"
The old man was quickly discovered and arrested.
When Ye Fan saw it, he looked familiar.
Isn't this the old man I met when refining the message talisman? He actually found his way here.
"Let him go, I've seen him."
The old man didn't panic at all. He kept looking at Ye Fan, circling him several times and nodding his head. Everyone else looked confused.
"Zong...Ye Xuan, what does he mean?"
Ye Fan walked to a big rock nearby, and the old man hurriedly followed him.
"Have you seen enough? I am a grown man. If there is anything good to see, you have everything I have." Ye Fan was speechless, but he knew that this person was not simple.
The old man sat by the stone, showing his yellow teeth and missing an incisor, and said:
"My little friend, your name is Ye Xuan? Strange, very strange."
Ye Fan said: "What's strange?"
The old man clasped his fists and said: "You don't have the aura of a warrior, nor are you a magician, but you can refine talismans and formations, and your combat power can crush Gao Guohao, who is in the middle of the Dao realm. You have an aura about you. I seem to have seen it somewhere.
.”
The old man tried his best to remember, but he just couldn't remember.
He keeps grabbing his dirty hair, which is even dirtier than Canglong and even more unkempt.
"What are you going to do?" Ye Fan was a little impatient.
"Little friend, I want to learn some skills with you, how about it?"
"OK!"
Ye Fan stood up and swung the five fingers of one hand. A small seal appeared in the palm of his hand. In the sky, the previously arranged formation shone with light.
An invisible force suppressed and gathered on the old man's body.
His face changed slightly, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and suddenly slapped the ground, a hurricane surged up, and Vulture and the others hurriedly retreated, suddenly a little surprised.
The old man looks a bit ordinary, and his martial arts training should not be high, but this sense of oppression is a bit surprising.
Hidden strength?
A huge seal appeared on the ground. With the old man as the center, a force of resistance arose, activating the power of the earth beneath its feet. It actually completely offset the suppression from the formation.
Ye Fan was a little surprised!
This is something only a cultivator can do, he...
What surprised him even more was happening.
The huge seal actually raised a formation, which was naturally condensed.
This is not something that ordinary magicians can do.
If magicians who go to the world of martial arts rely heavily on terrain and earth veins to set up formations, they have extremely high requirements on geographical location. Only immortal cultivators can ignore the terrain and earth veins and raise their hands to set up formations.
The old man did it.
"Senior, you...are you...an immortal cultivator?"
"Shh!" The old man hurriedly shushed, restrained his seal, and the formation disappeared. He kept looking at Ye Fan, his eyes were a little red, and said:
"I didn't expect you to be my junior brother. It seems that Master succeeded. He really succeeded."
Ye Fan was shocked!
Obviously, the old man also saw that he was a cultivator of immortality, and the magic competition just now was to verify his identity.
"Is the master Yuan Tianshi?"
Ye Fan nodded.
The old man finally couldn't help it, tears streaming down his face, and he kept choking and said:
"I...I am your senior brother, I am Mao Dan, I am Mao Dan."
Ye Fan was confused!
I have never heard Master say that he has a disciple named Mao Dan. This name is too casual.
The old man looked at his expression and said:
"Master has never mentioned me to you? In the past, when Master was still in Tianshi Mansion, I followed Master and helped him. The first time I saw you refining talismans, I was a little suspicious. I saw you on Yingtian Street.
After the war, I am even more certain that you must be an immortal cultivator. The only person in this world who can cultivate immortality must be related to the master."
"Junior brother, it doesn't matter that you don't know me. Is Master okay?"
Everyone present was a little confused!
Suddenly a senior brother appeared out of nowhere. He didn't look strong and his strength was unknown. He looked a little dirty, like a beggar wandering on the roadside.
Ye Fan can be sure that he should be related to the master. Maybe what he said is true, but his method of cultivating immortals is not pure, and he should not have reached the level of cultivating immortals.
Wrong shape!
"Very good. You were a disciple who followed the master in Tianshi Mansion? How did you become like this?"
The old man sighed and fell into memories. Long-lasting memories kept coming back, his eyes turned red and tears fell.
After a long time!
"We are a kind of disciples who follow our master to study the art of cultivating immortals, but we have repeatedly failed. At that time, we were all secretly doubting whether there is really the art of cultivating immortals in this world?"
"But the master doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window. He is very serious and persistent. Occasionally he will go out, but it is always to find the method of cultivating immortals. Once again, after he came back, he suddenly wanted to leave the Tianshi Mansion. The specific reason is not stated.
Don’t let us follow.”
"After Master left, Tianshi Mansion left us behind. We wanted to inherit Master's mantle. Many people had doubts and internal strife broke out. Many people left Tianshi Mansion, and some stopped participating in the research. I am
The person who has persisted the longest, but without a master, has no clue at all."
"Later, I wanted to come out and look for opportunities. I wanted to follow in Master's footsteps, but I was ambushed. I was imprisoned for more than three hundred years and escaped a hundred years ago. I didn't want to go back to Tianshi Mansion. Fortunately, Wan Chao
The city lord took a fancy to me and took me in in Wanchao City. I have completely given up on the method of cultivating immortals and have no intention of doing so."
"Until I met you, I knew that Master had succeeded. He must have succeeded..."
The old man burst into tears and kept recounting his experiences. When he saw Ye Fan, he felt like he was meeting a close relative.
I have to say that his life was quite miserable. Fortunately, he met Chen Hengming and was able to find a place to settle down.