Even without Hu Zi, with Yang Xiu's personality, it is impossible to cultivate the path of indifference to the path of indifference.

Yang Xiu knew that although Liu Wenzhong usually saw the dragon but didn’t see the tail, this cheap uncle was definitely kind enough to him. He saved his life before and was definitely a good boss.

Ingratitude is not Yang Xiu's character.

Several other disciples of the same generation of Tianshu Pavilion looked at Yang Xiu with praise. Yang Xiu's refusal greatly added to the faces of everyone in Tianshu Pavilion.

Liu Wenzhong felt even more relieved. This time, Fanjing Mountain sent someone to visit the Tianshu Pavilion, and secretly visited many outstanding disciples, including Liu Wenzhong, Du Hongfeng, Lin Shuangchen and others.

Old Man Zhu Ji ordered everyone that as long as the other party did not have to force themselves, there was no need to interfere with Fanjing Mountain's actions. Liu Wenzhong believed that his master would have a deep meaning in doing so, but he was sure to feel comfortable when he saw the other party poaching.

The green-robed monk was stunned when he heard this, then laughed and said without hesitation: "Haha~ I have a list of all the official disciples of the Tianshu Pavilion, and I definitely don't have the name Yang Xiu. Since I have not officially become a disciple, it doesn't matter if I have been sentenced to the master."

Speaking of this, the green-robed monk walked to Yang Xiu and said word by word: "Young man, when you arrive at Fanjing Mountain, you will understand what the real world of immortal cultivation is like."

Yang Xiu didn't expect that the other party knew so much. He scratched his head and his eyes were spinning around and he wanted to find other excuses. At this moment, Liu Wenzhong, who was standing beside him, suddenly spoke: "This fellow Taoist may not know yet. Yang Xiu has actually been accepted as a formal disciple by Junior Sister Lin Shuangchen."

"ah?"

"Really or not?"

As soon as Liu Wenzhong said this, the people around him immediately looked at him, and then immediately turned to Yang Xiu, even Situ Yong was surprised. Yang Xiu felt the eyes of the disciples in the crowd swept around him, and his scalp tightened, which was several times more dangerous than when facing Long San...

"Fellow Taoist, you also know that Junior Sister Lin is not bound by the master's sect and is more free to practice,"

Liu Wenzhong ignored Yang Xiu's searching eyes and said to the green-robed monk: "So when he accepted Yang Xiu's disciples, he did not record them."

Yang Xiu now looks like the people around him, with a look of seeing a ghost. However, in the eyes of others, Yang Xiu is now pretending to be a pig and eat a tiger. When everyone thinks that Lin Shuangchen, who is tall and fairy-like, took Yang Xiu, a slutty disciple, as his disciple, as his disciple, everyone is furious.

Even Liu Xian looked at Yang Xiu with strange eyes, which made Yang Xiu feel like he couldn't even clear the water even if he jumped to the Yellow River.

"Hmph, that's okay. Lin Shuangchen also needs to listen to the sect leader. Old Man Zhuji will definitely agree,"

The man in green robe looked slightly dark, and he pondered for a moment, then looked at Yang Xiu coldly and said, "Yang Xiu, do you want to enter my Fanjing Mountain?"

"This senior, I'm afraid you will disappoint. I think Tianshu Pavilion is pretty good,"

Seeing that the other party was not giving up until he achieved his goal, Yang Xiu scratched his eyebrows helplessly, raised his head and looked directly at the green-robed monk, saying word by word: "And according to my opinion, one person and one mountain are "immortals", which means that cultivating immortals is like climbing a high mountain. The road is long and obstructed. Those who have no perseverance cannot do it, and it has nothing to do with never being ruthless. If I want to choose, I prefer the saying "ruthlessness does not cultivate immortals."

“Bold!”

When the green-robed monk heard this, his eyebrows were raised and he shouted angrily, and a horrifying aura came out! The surrounding tables, chairs and branches were all windless, and there was a roar. Liu Xian got closer and was forced to take several steps back by this momentum!

Yang Xiu, who was the first to bear the brunt, had a hard time. He felt the air around him suddenly shrink, and his mind felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer. A sensation of dizziness hit and his breathing became extremely difficult!

Yang Xiu was shocked and angry, and subconsciously wanted to pull out the White Deer Sword behind him. However, someone was faster than Yang Xiu. A white figure stood silently between Yang Xiu and the green-robed monk, and said "hum!" heavily.

Yang Xiu only saw a white light flashing in front of his eyes. Liu Wenzhong, who was fluttering in white, had already blocked him and snorted coldly in front of the man in green robe.

"boom!"

Everyone around him heard a buzzing sound in their ears. The aura that was full of oppression just now disappeared in an instant. Only Liu Wenzhong and Luzhu's clothes were raised high, and they were rushing loudly. After a few breaths, they slowly calmed down.

Situ Yong, who was standing beside him, had already come close to him, and his cold eyes swept towards the people of Fanjing Mountain who were about to move, and immediately suppressed the other party's restless voice. Situ Yong's reputation of ruthlessness has been circulating for a long time, and no one dared to anger the law enforcement elder of Bingdaotang in person.

The tables and chairs around were blown to the point of being tilted by the air waves, but no one dared to help them.

The disciples of the Tianshu Pavilion surrounded the periphery held their breath and focused their minds, showing anger on their faces, staring at the Fanjingshan people in the field fiercely. If they weren't afraid of Situ Yong's majesty, they would have cursed: I'm running to our sect to show off their power, would I be impatient to live?

Liu Wenzhong looked calm and full of momentum. He stood steadily in front of Yang Xiushen facing the green-robed monk.

The other party stared at Liu Wenzhong for a while, then he dissipated his frown and laughed: "Haha, what a mountain sword Liu Wenzhong, it is indeed well-known. If I guess well, Brother Liu at least has the cultivation level of the early stage of Qihai, right?"

"Liu's skills are meager and worth mentioning,"

Liu Wenzhong put his sleeves together, and remained as if he was as a mountain, and said, "But Yang Xiu's identity as a serious disciple, Fan Jingshan, you all came from afar but suppressed the small ones. You might be decent."

Liu Wenzhong said a pun. The man in green robe looked slightly dark when he heard this, but he quickly laughed: "A path to cultivating immortals, and having concerns in his heart is the life gate of immortals. If he goes astray, he may be doomed. I hope Brother Liu will bring my words to Mr. Zhuji."

After saying that, the green-robed monk bowed slightly to Liu Wenzhong, swung his sleeves and turned around and left.

Several disciples from Fanjingshan behind him immediately stepped forward to pick up the jade pendant and spirit stone on the ground. They were about to pick up the purple-leaf spirit gourd, but Yang Xiu, who was still dizzy next to him, glared at him, bent down like lightning and took the gourd into his hand.

The few people were helpless and could not snatch them in front of the people in the Tianshu Pavilion. They glared at Yang Xiu viciously, turned their heads to follow the green-robed monk.

Yang Xiu was playing with the golden gourd like a baby, and he was already very happy. With it, Hu Zi could live a normal life, and the long-term knot could be untied.

Putting away the purple leaf spirit gourd, Yang Xiu turned around and saw Liu Wenzhong looking at him with a smile, and said, "Uncle Master, if you have nothing to do, I will take a step first?"

"stop,"

Liu Wenzhong put away his smile and said with a cold face: "Did you forget to pay your master's greeting?"

"Ah?" Yang Xiu almost fell into trouble when he heard this, looking at the other party innocently, not knowing what medicine the other party sold in his pocket.

Liu Wenzhong chuckled and explained: "I just said that it was to protect you, but the people of Fanjing Mountain will definitely not give up, so you can be your disciple of Master Lin for the time being, so you will not be able to make a living."

After saying that, Liu Wenzhong waved his hand and had already led Yang Xiu to fly straight into the sky. Before Yang Xiu could speak, he disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds with Liu Wenzhong, leaving Liu Xian and the old black horse staring at each other for a daze.

"Did you, as a master, have the identity of a love saint in addition to being a gambling saint?" Liu Xian said to himself.

"Xilulu~"

The old dark horse seemed to hear something funny, and cheered for a while, wondering if he agreed with Liu Xian's opinion.

...

After a while, the two of them had already landed around Tianshu Peak and came directly to a quiet bamboo attic in Xiaomeng Mountain. Du Hongfeng was waiting in the room, staring at Yang Xiu with bright eyes.

"You write down the scriptures you just recited, and I will take them back to Tianshu Peak for your master to see them myself." Liu Wenzhong gestured to the desk in the room with his eyes and said with a smile.

"Of course, the people from Fanjing Mountain took us away for free. Now I feel sorry for them!"

Yang Xiu looked calm and righteous, but his right hand quietly poked out at the same time and made a gesture that everyone knew about Liu Wenzhong, and laughed: "Uncle Liu, for the sake of my efforts, you didn't have any reward? Just give me a top-grade spirit stone, a top-grade magic weapon, or something..."

Liu Wenzhong frowned in anger, frightened Yang Xiu so much that he shrank his neck and quickly ran to the side to pick up the brush. Before he could finish the pen, he saw a porcelain bottle flying in front of him from the corner of his eyes.

"Take this pill first and restore your strength."

Liu Wenzhong's calm voice came over, and Yang Xiu quickly agreed happily, thinking that it was time to replenish his spiritual power.

Yang Xiu was already familiar with the Heart Sutra, and with the elixir to restore spiritual power, he wrote the exercises soon after. Du Hongfeng took the paper, gave Yang Xiu an admiring look, turned around and left, leaving Yang Xiu and Liu Wenzhong in the room.

"You can always surprise me,"

Liu Wenzhong closed his sleeves and looked at Yang Xiu who was as obedient as a young wife. He shook his head speechlessly, smiled and raised his hand to throw something to Yang Xiu: "This is the protective jade pendant I used before, a medium-grade magic weapon, and the protective effect is pretty good."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Yang Xiu was full of surprise and grabbed the jade pendant.

This is an ordinary round stone. Except for the faint green fluorescence on the surface, there is no strangeness.

The body-protecting jade pendant is a common type of magic weapon. From low-grade magic weapon to top-grade magic weapon, this kind of body-protecting treasure is indispensable. It will cover a layer of spiritual power shield on the surface of the cultivator's body, which can automatically defend when attacked, and can be superimposed with the body-protecting spiritual shield of the cultivator.

Only when a cultivator reaches the fourth level of body tempering can he condense a body protection spirit cover. This body protection jade pendant is very practical for Yang Xiu now.

After these contacts, Yang Xiu has touched Liu Wenzhong's personality to the point.
Chapter completed!