Floating clouds

Chapter 6 Getting Started Apprenticeship

Lin Sheng led the three of them up the mountain, and as he went up, his expression became more respectful and solemn, as if he was not serving a monk, but a god's residence, and no offense could be tolerated.

A wide bamboo forest divided the entire Fuyun Mountain into two halves. The bamboo leaves were fluttering in the wind. A winding path went up from the bamboo forest. Lin Xinglu walked up following Lin Sheng's footsteps.

Although their Taoist robes fit well, they were very thin. The three of them were so cold from the wind and snow that they couldn't even walk comfortably.

On the top of the mountain, it was another scene.

The flowing water flows out from the crevices on the top of the mountain, forming a lake, and there is another gap in the lake, and the flowing water winds down until it reaches the foot of the mountain.

A pontoon bridge stands on the water, facing several bamboo houses and a high platform.

The bamboo house stands among the floating clouds, surrounded by clouds and mists. Mu Zheng is sitting on the high platform, the wind blows his Taoist robe and black hair. When there is no one around, the soft smile on his face disappears, his eyes are closed tightly, and there is a smile on his face. Pale sick face, as if to ride the wind away.

Longzi Huaguang, do not look up to.

This scene only appeared at the moment when Lin Sheng stepped on the bluestone slab. After a moment, there was a gentle smile on his face, and he flew down and stood on the pontoon bridge.

Lin Sheng handed them over to Mu Zheng and retreated respectfully.

Zhonghui suddenly touched Lin Mingqi lightly and asked her to look at the lake.

The lake water is crystal clear, the water is not deep, but the bottom of the water is covered with the small beads they saw in the lanterns. These beads reflect each other, and there are bright light spots from the bottom of the lake, shining the lake water.

"This is the Lingzhu, which is the silver from the Central Plains." Mu Zheng explained and led them towards the bamboo house.

Chonghui opened his mouth wide, in disbelief.

This is like a nouveau riche, throwing money to fill the pond.

But Mu Zheng doesn't look like a nouveau riche who can do such a thing anyway.

But none of them dared to speak, they all followed Mu Zheng tremblingly.

Mu Zheng entered the bamboo room in the middle. In the room, bamboo tubes were used to hang crystal stones. The crystal stones illuminated the room. On one side of the incense table, there was a simple and old ear-hanging incense burner. The incense burning in the furnace gave off a very light fragrance. , mixed with the air of incense in the main hall, there are three portraits hanging on them, all of which are images of immortality. The old man in the middle has deep eyes. Lin Xinglu glanced at it and felt that his eyes were sharp. Real form, to see through his thoughts thoroughly.

"Kneel down." Mu Zheng had a faint smile on his face and stood tall, looking thoughtfully at the portrait in the middle.

All three of them knelt on the futon neatly.

Lin Xinglu and Lin Mingqi were born in a family of hairpin tassels. Their childhood education made them respect their ancestors, and they bowed and worshiped with impeccable rules. This serious atmosphere infected Chonghui and made him dignified.

Mu Zheng raised his Taoist robe and knelt in front of them.

"This faction is called Fuyun. I am Mu Zheng, the fourth head of this faction. Today, I accept the three of you as disciples, and I will take you to visit the ancestors of the past generations. I hope you will work hard and continue the inheritance of Fuyunxu."

"Yes." All three of them answered yes in unison.

"Today, you are here to create a soul lamp, keep your essence, and when the soul lamp is extinguished, the body will die and the way will disappear, and the teacher will collect the corpse for you."

Is it like tidying up Daoist Qingsong?

Except for Lin Mingqi's confused face, Lin Xinglu and Chonghui's faces were a little pale.

Did Mu Zheng talk about cleaning up like a fire that set Daoist Qingsong on fire? They were faintly aware of the ruthlessness of the overseas cultivation world, but they had no choice.

Mu Zheng stood up, burned a stick of incense, and took out three oil lamps.

These three oil lamps were exactly the same as the ones he carried to clean up Qingsong. It turned out that these were not oil lamps but soul lamps, so they were extinguished at the moment Qingsong died, and his body and dao disappeared.

Lin Xinglu looked at the soul lamp carefully. Its appearance was no different from ordinary oil lamps, except that the lamp base was engraved with golden runes, which flowed faintly.

"Get up, put a drop of blood on it." Mu Zheng stood aside and looked at them.

Chonghui was the first to step forward. He glanced left and right, but he couldn't find anything that could cut his finger. He gritted his teeth, bit his finger, let out a soft 'ouch', and dripped blood on one of the soul lamps.

The soul lamp that had been extinguished suddenly became golden, and after a burst of dazzling light, the wick ignited red fireworks, wrapped in a dark yellow core, jumping cheerfully like a heart.

"Mu Huo Lingen, yes, what's your name?" Mu Zheng asked.

"Reunion, reunion, reunion, reunion." Chonghui put his finger in his mouth, and was greatly surprised by the situation of the soul lamp just now, and even his fear of Mu Zheng faded a little.

Mu Zheng flicked his finger and engraved his name on it.

"I can't bite through it." Lin Mingqi squeezed his fingers, his big eyes flickered, and looked at Mu Zheng with fear.

Mu Zheng's expression was still gentle. Seeing Lin Mingqi stretching out her white and tender little hand, he helplessly opened her finger with a trace of aura in his eyes.

Lin Mingqi let out a soft "hiss", and the soul lamp flickered, the flame colors were mixed, golden red and dark yellow flickered alternately, on and off indefinitely.

"The three spiritual roots of earth, wood and fire are alright, what's their name?"

"Lin Mingqi."

"There is a torii with a single cave, and its name is Phoenix." Mu Zheng continued, "See you today, Ming Qi, and A Ge is here to fly, what a good name."

It was Lin Xinglu's turn to quickly drip his own blood on it, staring closely at the wick.

The light of the soul lamp dissipated, and above the wick, a cluster of dark blue flames swayed, turning the entire soul lamp into a gentle blue.

Mu Zheng's eyes flickered, and he took a deep look at Lin Xinglu.

He had never looked at a person so carefully, even before Qingsong died, he had never been so stared at by him, Lin Xinglu only felt that he was smiling, and that smile was a bit weird, his eyes were dark and deep, as if he was going to tear him apart The bone was peeled off and swallowed. Time stood still at this moment, and he could even smell the medicinal fragrance from Mu Zheng's body.

"Shanshui Linggen, that's right, what's his name." Mu Zheng quickly withdrew his eyes, and asked with a spring breeze again.

"Lin Xinglu." Lin Xinglu almost thought that the look was his own illusion, he remembered what Qingsong said for no reason, and became more and more on guard.

"Move Xinglu with fire and rise out of Yunding Lake. I hope that when a saint walks, the court is approaching in the morning. Hope your child will become a dragon, this name is also very good." After Mu Zheng finished speaking, he said to Lin Xinglu: "You are the oldest, in the future you will be Their big brother."

"Yes, Master." Lin Xinglu suppressed the strangeness in his heart and said.

"This mental method is called Jiuzhuan Chaomu, which means that this mental method is like the morning and evening. It circulates endlessly, ups and downs, one ebbs and another. When you practice according to the first volume of the mental method during meditation, you will It can cause the body to enter the body, I hope you will be diligent and cultivate to the realm of being a teacher as soon as possible, Yuanying."

Mu Zheng conscientiously explained to them the basic knowledge of the cultivation world and the exercises to be cultivated, and also taught them the first volume of the mental method one by one. Lin Xinglu listened seriously, and he broke down every word Mu Zheng said. Chewing it into pieces and swallowing it into his stomach, his mind was spinning rapidly.

From Qi training period to foundation establishment, then from foundation establishment to golden elixir, golden elixir to Nascent Soul, and Nascent Soul to Huashen, after going through so many tribulations, he can finally overcome the catastrophe and become a true immortal.

Anyone can die at any level.

Even though there have been only a handful of people who have become true immortals for thousands of years, the charm of becoming a true immortal is too great, and it still makes people keep going.

As for me, I have just embarked on the first step of cultivation, how far I can go and how high I can stand in the future is still unknown.

This is a ruthless world.