Li Xianyuan hesitated slightly and went to pick it up.

The old man suddenly withdrew his palm and shook his head repeatedly: "No, if you give it to you, you will harm you. If you get involved in cause and effect, it will be difficult to become an immortal.

Li Xianyuan was stunned and said, "...Senior, please return the poem to me."

"This..." The old man looked down at the left-hand scroll, and then looked at the right-hand exercises.

Li Xianyuan said again: "Don't worry about the old god. If anyone asks me, I will just say that I picked it up from a waste cave. Everything has nothing to do with you, senior."

"Hmph, old man, I am not such a person who cares about reputation." The old man snorted, his eyes rolled: "But you said so, and this ginseng master will be given to you. Give you this thing again, and crush it when there is danger. If I am less than thousands of miles away from you, I have time to rush over and help."

The old man handed out the martial arts and took out a jade plaque and handed it over.

Including this, he already has four jade tablets, which is almost enough to open a jade shop.

Li Xianyuan took it all at once and said in confusion: "Ginseng Master?"

"Cough cough..." The old man coughed repeatedly, feeling a little embarrassed: "This exercise was originally named Ginseng Gong, and I changed it to my old man because I thought it was unpleasant.

"..." Looking down, I saw that my handwriting was quite new and incompatible with the inner page of the martial arts.

"That's called ginseng gong, it sounds more appropriate."

"This thing is yours, and no one cares about you even if you are called wild ball fist." The old man threw out a sentence, like a treasure, put away the poem scroll, his legs bent slightly, and he was about to fly away.

"Senior, stay there." Li Xianyuan suddenly called out.

Before the old man could fly up, he jumped on the spot. He looked at Li Xianyuan vigilantly, and said he wanted to repent: "Don't even think about it!"

"Senior misunderstood." Li Xianyuan bowed. "The carriage was still on the mountain before. I want to ask the senior to untie the reins and free it."

"Easy to deal with."

The old man turned around, stepped lightly under his feet—jumped again, and suddenly turned his head and stared at Li Xianyuan: "Boy, you really have nothing else."

"No, senior, walk slowly."

The old man turned his head suspiciously, stepped lightly under his feet, and disappeared into a stream of light in a blink of an eye.

After more than ten breaths, Li Xianyuan withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to open the ginseng qi. A line of magic and acupoint map came into view.

After rummaging through it, Li Xianyuan came to the stream to wash his face. The rippling stream water shone, and saw the thin slit on his forehead, like a closed eye.

Li Xianyuan thought that before he could see Mingtang, he closed his eyes by the stream and entered Mingtang.

"Yellow Crane Tower" is the most important thing to stay in the middle. Looking up at the void, there was a bright and bright star among the stars, which was a little smaller than the moon. The strong and noble aura was filled with it, as if the entire star was transformed by the noble aura.

Looking back at the gullies on the wall, it still remains unchanged - it cannot be said that. Li Xianyuan noticed that the gap was quietly recovered a little. I thought that if I wrote a hundred more poems about ghosts and gods, the gullies could be restored.

This is what the poem of ghosts and gods is like? After searching for a circle, there will be no other changes. Li Xianyuan pondered and then laughed.

I took it for granted. I was a scholar who was useless. Here, the scholars only had a great aura and could only have some effect on monsters and monsters. Even if they condensed into verbal and verbal swords, they were not as good as the flying swords of monks.

Not everyone is as luxurious as themselves, using poetry and prose to fight against enemies. Most of them use a noble spirit or gathering verbal criticism.

After exiting the Mingtang, Li Xianyuan rubbed the ink line in the courtyard, and with a thought, he hid it. It was too eye-catching to stare at this.

He leaned over to drink the spring, rubbed off the water stains on his lips, and took the bag on his back and went down the short mountain, and went straight to the Chunyang Sect along the bustling official road.

...

Yangqing Peak is more than 600 feet high, and the mountain occupies tens of miles in radius, and tens of thousands of disciples. If you walk, you can't find it even if it's dark. Li Xianyuan read the book and found an inner disciple to lead the way when he was going down the mountain. Finally, he came to his master's unique mansion at noon.

When she saw her master again, Ning Jiya was wearing a red and white Taoist robe, her hair was slanted with a jade hairpin, and a patterned bag tied with a waist, and she was dignified and elegant. She was slightly surprised, but Li Xianyuan came back so quickly.

"Is the matter done?" Ning Jiya walked to her side and said lightly.

Li Xianyuan nodded and bowed: "I have met the master."

"No need to be polite." Ning Jiya smiled and said, "I am going to Yangxi Peak to ask for elixirs, so you can go with me."

“…but for me?”

Ning Jiya nodded, with a gentle temperament: "First ask for elixirs for you to prolong your life, and then make other plans."

"The master doesn't have to be busy. This matter has been solved by the disciple." Li Xianyuan slightly modified the poem to invoke immortals and exchange them for immortality, and told Ning Jiya. He only said that he met an old god on the road, taught a skill, and repaired the broken spirit roots.

Ning Jiya naturally didn't believe it. She thought he was ruling and showed displeasure. Her fair face showed displeasure: "When you enter the door, you call me a master, and you will be my apprentice. Do you call me a master and ignore you?"

Li Xianyuan bowed: "The disciple doesn't like to owe favors. Human favors are debts, and the debts are too much to suppress the body, which disturbs Qingjing. Don't worry, the disciple has his own sense of responsibility."

After saying that, he chuckled slightly: "There is only one life, and the disciple will never joke about this life."

Ning Jiya was slightly stunned. Although she had a short time with Li Xianyuan, she still knew it. Her little apprentice would not do unsure things. Although she didn't know where he could handle the broken spirit roots, she could be trustworthy at the very moment of words.

Her expression was slightly calmer and her expression was gentle at Li Xianyuan: "If you have any problems, you must talk to me."

Li Xianyuan nodded.

Ning Jiya asked the maid to send Li Xianyuan to the room, but she secretly left Yangqingfeng and went to Yangxifeng to ask for elixirs. No matter what the apprentice said, the master was always a little unable to let go. It would be better to ask for it first.

Not long after returning to the room, the maid brought some dishes, including meat and vegetables. Taoists couldn't help but do this.

After dinner, Li Xianyuan sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the "Ginseng Gong"

There is a picture of the human acupuncture points on the title page, and there are words attached below: Dan is single, and one is single. However, the Tao is not right, so it is called Dan. The heaven is clear, the earth is peaceful, the valley is full, and the man is immortal.

Looking back, most of them were complicated classical Chinese, and Li Xianyuan frowned slightly. He recognized all these words, but if they were spelled together, they would have no idea what to understand.

The master leads the door to practice, and it depends on his own. Li Xianyuan has not even entered the door, so he naturally cannot understand these. It is a joke that he can learn without a teacher in the world of cultivation. If no one teaches him and throws the skills to a person who has just started, the ending will be as bad as possible. At the very least, the cultivation will be lost, and at the worst, the death will be sudden.

After putting the book together, Li Xianyuan could only wait for Ning Jiya to teach him how to see his luck and explain the terms of martial arts before he could start practicing.

From now on, this room will be Li Xianyuan's residence. Looking at it slightly, the room is elegant and quaint. A scroll of sandalwood on the table is hung on the wall.

Soon, footsteps came from outside the door, and the master's voice came.
Chapter completed!