"Wanshou, dual spiritual roots of earth and wood, top-grade talent!"
"Hahaha, you! From the beginning, you have been my eldest disciple!"
Tianjian Sect.
The boy, who was only seven years old, was lifted up by the scruff of the neck by a burly old man and flew into the sect with a loud laugh.
The burly old man is the current master of Senjian Peak.
Golden Elixir cultivation.
He is an "immortal" in the eyes of a seven-year-old boy.
…
"Long live."
"The disciple is here."
"How many years have you been practicing in this sect?"
"Replying to Master, the spirits on the mountain have matured five times, and I have been here for five years."
"I see. So after five years..."
The burly old man was a little dazed.
The boy laughed again, a laugh that was so familiar to him.
The thick palm like a palm leaf fan slapped the boy's back, making a thumping sound: "Wanshou, you have also reached the Great Perfection of Qi Linking, have you ever thought about the foundation-building magic weapon?"
"If you want it, I will find it for you sooner."
The boy scratched his head: "Not yet, Master."
"Ouch!"
The boy suddenly covered his head.
The burly old man crossed his arms and said, "Be a real man, stop procrastinating. Come on, I will prepare a top-grade magic weapon for you!"
"Really? Thank you, Master!"
"Alas, thank you for nothing. If you get into trouble in the future, just don't expose me as your master."
…
"Urgent news! Urgent news!"
"The demonic tide is coming from the north. Pass on the order from the Supreme Sect. All religions and sects must provide support immediately. There must be no mistakes!"
Since ancient times.
The competition for resources in the world of immortal cultivation is the source of the difficulty in communication between good and evil.
I just want to become an immortal.
Moyu is no exception.
The fight for natural treasures, the living areas of the mortals under his command, and the blood feud between good and evil for millions of years.
The accumulation of various factors causes a great war between good and evil to break out in the world of immortal cultivation every hundreds or thousands of years.
The Tianjian Sect took action.
Countless silver swords flew across the sky.
Divide the daytime sun into two parts.
Crowded and vast.
"Wanshou, you are still young, so you can stay in the sect for a while. I will come back soon. If I don't come back, I will burn some paper money every year."
"Master, I am already a young man, not young anymore."
"You're talking back again. I said you're small, so you're small!"
A familiar heavy palm slapped the back of the young man in the Foundation Establishment Stage, causing him to stagger.
After that.
The burly old man left.
He left behind the token of Sen Jianfeng's palm and some words when he returned from the party.
Before that, the young man needs to serve as the acting peak master and manage Senjian Peak from top to bottom.
"I will, Master."
He is very serious.
Standing on the top of Senjian Peak.
Send blessings to the old man in Lidian.
…
Some more years passed.
The young man he once was has become a more stable person. He manages Senjian Peak very well and is respected by everyone in the sect.
His strength even broke through the Jindan stage.
Not inferior to the master who has a good memory.
"Master Wanshou, why do you always sit on the top of the mountain?"
"Waiting for someone."
"...Uncle Master, your place is too lonely. Why don't you find a companion to keep you company, or accept a few disciples?"
"I'm still young and not qualified."
"???"
The passage of time has made the young man of the past become more mature.
Weather-beaten lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.
He smiled faintly, ignoring the dissuasion of the sect's young disciples, and looked up at the sky with a pair of deep eyes, waiting for someone who would never come back.
…
One hundred years.
Two hundred years.
Three hundred years.
Time leaves more and more traces on young people.
His temples were hairy.
The body is full of vitality.
He didn't care about his own death, but it was a pity that he couldn't wait for the person who shouldn't come.
finally.
Just this year.
He heard the news about his master.
"Uncle Wanshou, the news is true. The remains of the old peak master are on their way back."
“…”
Senjian Peak was eerily quiet.
After a long time, a voice came out of the hall, as if it was old and exhausted: "I, understand."
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