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There is only a small courtyard in Wangqing River, and several simple but elegant thatched huts.

Although Wuxiang Dao Sect is the highest-ranking figure in the Bodhi Academy, it still lives in this ice-cold and silver-white glacier courtyard. Just like Dean Zhuang, he opened a Bodhi garden in the academy and planted it with his own hands.

There are few vegetables and fruits to farm. Every day, I carry a hoe and bucket to the garden. It can be said that it provides the source of vegetarian food for the entire Bodhi Academy. I enjoy it and it is in it.

However, compared to Dean Zhuang's Bodhi Garden, the small courtyard of Wangqingchuan is a bit lonely. However, although the courtyard is small, fortunately, living in the master and disciple is quite spacious.

They closed the door tightly and locked Fengxue outside the door. Huangfu Yi and Luo Changfeng walked around from both sides of a fire pill furnace in the room and knelt in front of Wuxiang Dao Sect.

"Disciple, please pay homage to Master!"

"All up..."

Wuxiang Dao Sect sat upright on the cushion, looked at the two disciples kneeling in front of him, with kind eyes and nodded slightly.

In the battle with Bai Zhiqiu, he was seriously injured but not long, but he had no regrets. The Taoist sect, who has a cultivation level in the Divine Realm, can be more than the number of people who can surpass him in this world. If it comes to age, it is difficult for him to surpass his five fingers.

, it is even more incredible. After all, he is an old monster who has lived for countless years. He has great magical powers and means to resolve disasters, spy on the secrets of heaven, and will last forever. In the eyes of ordinary people, he uses the word "half piece" to describe him today.

It's also endless praise.

Huangfu Yi stood up and waited quietly.

Luo Changfeng also looked slightly sideways and took a look at the famous Daozong. In fact, this is the second time he has seen this legendary character.

There are many differences from imagination, and there are many differences from the first time we met.

Luo Changfeng couldn't say that feeling, just like, suddenly, overnight, the saint who was in front of him who was in power was old.

"Your name is Changfeng?" Wuxiang Daozong stroked his beard and said with a smile as he looked at Luo Changfeng.

"Disciple Changfeng." Luo Changfeng replied.

"What is the surname?" asked Wuxiang Daozong.

Luo Changfeng was slightly stunned: "Disciple... I can't remember."

Before going down the mountain, he knew that there would be such a day. If someone asked his name, it would be Changfeng. If someone asked his surname, he would say he couldn't remember it. He didn't want to lie and hide his name.

I don't want to lie about my surname, let alone say that I don't have a surname. If I don't have a surname, I'm an abandoned son orphan without a father or mother. Luo Changfeng believes that he is not an orphan, and he is not a father or mother. He is just a family that will bring disaster and good fortune every day

, I don't want to say much.

He had no choice but to pretend to be confused.

I also hope that the person who asks him this question will pretend to be confused.

Huangfu Yi looked at Luo Changfeng slightly, and a look of sadness in his eyes accidentally showed. Looking at Luo Changfeng's scene at this moment, he couldn't help but remember when he was standing in front of his master nine years ago.

His appearance reminds him of his little-known life experience.

Wuxiang Daozong looked at Luo Changfeng in a little surprised, then turned his gaze to Huangfu Yi who seemed to be trapped in memory, and sighed secretly.

I think I have seen countless people in my life and have all the students all over the world.

But in his later years, he took two children with such similar fates, one had no father or mother, and only remembered his own name, and the other was not an orphan but could not remember his last name... I think this seems peaceful and stable era, there is

How many surging torrents have destroyed many homelands?

"The wind blows for a hundred miles, and the iron horse tramples on the river! You can't remember your surname, so you will make your own decisions. If you give you a surname, how about a hundred miles?" asked Wuxiang Daozong.

Changfeng was a little shocked.

He was very worried. If Daozong asked the whole question and refused to give up, he didn't know what he would say. So at this moment he seemed calm, but in fact he still felt quite nervous.

But what he didn't expect was that the reaction of Daozong was actually a sigh, and then he looked at his senior brother with some pity, and then simply took a look at his compound surname Baili for himself, and this page was revealed.

This is exactly what he wants.

"Baili Changfeng, thank you for your great kindness." Luo Changfeng knelt down again, his head hit the ground, and tears fell on the ground.

As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and a father for life.

For Luo Changfeng, he lived alone for three years, survived for three years, and lived in vain for three years. In these three years, he never heard anyone calling his name again.

Sometimes, he even began to feel a little unfamiliar with his name. Sometimes, he even felt that Luo Changfeng was dead, and was buried with the fire three years ago and the family extermination disaster.

The living person, the living self, is no longer the Luo Changfeng in the past, but the Luomen soul wandering in the world, the lonely ghost!

He has only one mission, that is, revenge and aggravation.

Revenge at all costs!

Until this moment, he was a little enlightened.

Maybe life shouldn't be like this.

Even if he is a walking corpse, at least he dares to be exposed to the sun, but even after three years of use, he still has not lived a heavy life from that disaster. He is a lonely ghost living under his own shadow.

But now, he is no longer a lonely ghost.

Once, his parents gave him life, and now, his master gave him rebirth.

A hundred miles of wind.

Luo Changfeng kept repeating this name in his heart.

"Get up quickly." Wuxiang Daozong waved his hand.

Huangfu Yi stepped forward and helped Luo Changfeng up.

"Since the opening of the academy, it has been a thousand years. From beginning to end, I have only been a master of the Sichuan character. Since you have joined me, you should pass on your Sichuan character. Here, there is a Sichuan character in your teacher.

Two, one is connected to the five-character gate, and the other is dedicated to the Sichuan gate. I wonder which one do you want to learn?" Wuxiang Daozong coughed lightly.

"I would like to ask my master to solve my doubts for my disciples." Although Luo Changfeng's cultivation level has reached the lower level of Chonghui, he really knows nothing about the middle way of the Six Character Sect Zhongchuan Character Sect.

"To put it simply, the Sichuan character sect is actually a fusion and summary of the other five sects in the Six Characters. Those who are not talented will not be able to enter. The meaning of the Five Characters is that if I learn this Taoism, I can learn it all.

The essence of the five-character sect, Yi, Action, Law, and Art is more profound and more important than taught by any Taoist master in the academy. The other Taoist is exclusively owned by the Sichuan Taoist sect. This Taoist practice

, do not look at talent or strength, do not look at how much you practice, but only discuss the fate."

Luo Changfeng listened carefully and nodded.

I was still a little shocked.

I have always heard that the Sichuan character is mysterious and it is difficult to recruit a proud student for several consecutive classes. Now it seems that it is understandable.

After all, in this world, who can master the middle way of the Five Character Sect at the same time? Thinking of the entrance examination of the Sichuan Character Sect that day, Zhao Ze’s several points of focus really came out of all five.

!

If he had not been carrying the map of the country and the mountains and rivers and comprehending the power of the nine and one level of mountains and rivers, he would have really no chance with the Sichuan Gate. When he thought of this, he felt a sense of gratitude!

"Disciple wants to ask, which kind of practice is Senior Brother Huangfu?" Luo Changfeng looked at Huangfu Yi and said.

"You Senior Brother Huangfu, you have the easy to give up and find it difficult, and you have practiced the Sichuan language." A bit of wonderful expression appeared in the soft eyes of Wuxiang Daozong.

"What is the method of the word "Chuan"?" Luo Changfeng asked.

"I have a lotus that blooms thirty-six petals. One flower and one world, one piece and one character. I named it, the thirty-six-character lotus birth technique!"