Niu Dali left.

When he left, facing the wave of the little white snake, he actually felt the illusion of "retire after success".

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, demon pet, I didn’t expect that Master Ding actually had this kind of hobby.

Snake monster, body flexibility, tongue forked.

When he left, a few words appeared in his mind, which made his face look like a man understands.

Yu Yu, who was busy, naturally noticed that there was a girl suddenly added to the view of immortality.

He wanted to come over and say hello several times, but Bai Yuan blocked him back.

It would be fine if the good things were taken over by the senior brother, after all, Xiaobai will be a part of the outlook on immortality in the future. Over time, he may have some chance.

But you want to get into it too?

What if I don't exist?

As he thought about it, Bai Yuan began to feel sleepy again...

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"Master..." Xiaobai shouted crisply.

It has always remembered the advice of the mountain god. Taoist Master Ding Yan, who has a view of immortality, has a strong cultivation level and is rare in the world. If he can follow him to practice, it will be his great opportunity.

Now that the other party has agreed to his follower, it is very important to the superior.

Meng Xingchen's eyes lit up, as if he had figured out something, and his face suddenly smiled and his eyebrows stretched out.

Unexpectedly, Ding Yan waved his hand to stop him: "You don't need to call me master, I, Master Ding, or Brother Ding."

"But since I follow you, I have to call you master."

Ding Yan glanced at his master helplessly.

"It's just a title, it's okay." Meng Xingchen was very satisfied with Xiaobai's performance and said with a smile: "Xiaobai, you go to the Sanqing Temple to worship the ancestor."

"Okay old master." Xiaobai nodded happily and turned around and left lightly.

"What a great snake spirit." Seeing Xiaobai leaving gracefully, Meng Xingchen muttered.

"What a good snake spirit?" Ding Yan blinked, unable to keep up with the master's thinking.

Meng Xingchen nodded his mouth: "The body flexibility of the snake spirit is the best, especially the snake heart, and the tongue is small and flexible."

As he said that, he raised his arm and gestured, and then made several more movements: "This is the case, and this is the case, it is actually OK."

Ding Yan blinked, a little confused.

I kept thinking about the master’s actions just now: Can this really be done? It feels a bit strange.

Seeing Ding Yan a little thoughtful, and even a hint of eagerness to try, Meng Xingchen was startled.

I just talk to you and have fun, don't practice this kid.

"Come with me, my teacher has something to tell you."

Meng Xingchen thought for a while, then threw a word and walked towards the backyard.

He decided to showdown.

This apprentice has grown up after all.

The passing young and strong laborers greeted Meng Xingchen from time to time, and Meng Xingchen nodded in response to this.

Ding Yan followed the master and followed him step by step.

finally.

Meng Xingchen came to a door and stopped.

Ding Yan didn't dare to disturb him, but his eyes were staring at the house in front of him, with a serious expression.

This is the "forbidden place" of the outlook on immortality.

Because the master once solemnly instructed himself and his junior brother that he would not enter without his permission.

My junior brother didn't understand this at the time. He expressed more than once that he wanted to sneak in and see what the secrets were inside, but in the end he was stopped by Ding Yan.

Although he was also curious, he still did not dare to disobey the master's orders.

Unexpectedly, the master took the initiative to bring him to this mysterious room.

Is this going to further unblock the core secret of the Perspective of Eternal Life?

"Disciple, do you know where this is?"

Ding Yan replied respectfully: "Disciple doesn't know."

Meng Xingchen was not surprised at all about this answer.

With a slight squeak, he pushed away and took the lead in, and Ding Yan immediately followed.

Once you enter the room, the layout and decoration inside are exactly the same as other rooms, but the inside is very clean and spotless.

Logically speaking, if there is no one living here, it should be covered with dust?

Why does it look like someone cleansing every day? Thinking of this, he looked at his master.

Meng Xingchen said lightly: "There is your ancestor here."

Ancestor?

The supreme leader of the previous generation of the outlook on immortality?

Ding Yan blinked, a little confused.

He didn't know much about his ancestors.

Because the master seemed to be very taboo about this topic, he never talked to himself and his junior brother.

Even when sometimes when talking about this place occasionally, the master always disagrees with the topic, which makes Ding Yan very puzzled.

The only thing he knew was that the ancestor seemed to go out to survive the tribulation and never returned.

It is precisely because of this that the disciples of the ancestor, namely their uncles and uncles, began to make a fuss in order to compete for the position of chief sect, and finally seemed to fight.

Since then, the outlook on immortality has been divided into pieces. Except for the master who is still staying behind, the rest of the masters and uncles all left and set up their own businesses.

At this time, why did the master suddenly mention this matter to him?

Meng Xingchen looked in front of him with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Following the master's gaze, he noticed that there was a portrait hanging on the wall.

In the painting, there is a stone table under a light green flower stand.

On the table was a guqin, and on the other side of the guqin, there was a cup of fragrant tea, which was still steaming.

On the other floor, there is a small and exquisite incense burner, and the sandalwood in the stove rises up.

Next to the stone table, under the flower stand, an old Taoist priest with fairy spirit stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

A pair of dark eyes seemed to penetrate the entire space and see through the cycle of reincarnation in the world.

Ding Yan was a little fascinated by the sight. This painting, both people and objects, was vivid.

Is this the true appearance of my ancestor and the previous generation of the view of immortality?

In response, Ding Yan immediately straightened his back and looked serious, paying high respect to the portrait on the wall.

At the bottom left of the portrait, there is a poem:

A light boat floats in the clear river, a jade stream flows on the pine rocks

The stars are everywhere in the mountains, the wind passes by the sound of the valley is leisurely

Is this a poem?

In the painting, there are no rivers, no boats, no green mountains, and no rocks.

It seems to be asymmetry with the scene in the painting, something strange.

As if he saw Ding Yan’s thoughts, he smiled indifferently: “This includes your six uncles and teachers and the names of your teachers.”

Ding Yan was stunned, hurriedly looked at the poem again, and chewed it carefully.

"Disciple, do you know why the master brought you here?"

Ding Yan thought for a while and said, "Disciple doesn't know."

He really didn't know, he just felt that the master's actions seemed a little strange today.
Chapter completed!