Seven or eight children beat one of them, and they were scattered by Baishan's words, and they fled in all directions.

Only one of the beaten people squatted on the ground and didn't move, maybe they couldn't get up after being beaten too hard.

Yang Yiyun asked Baishandao: "These children are also Wudang disciples?"

"These children are all orphans, and the sect actually adopts some children from secular orphanages every year, which is regarded as doing good deeds, and secondly, injecting fresh blood into the sect, of course, there are also children who have been picked up.

The beaten child is called Yuan Xiaolei, who was picked up by his master who went down the mountain to pick it up, and said that it was the night of lightning and thunder, the child was abandoned in the alley garbage bin, and he was picked up and raised when he heard the cry.

When Xiao Lei was found, there was a note on his body saying that the child had a congenital disease, and it may be that his parents were unable to raise and treat him and was abandoned.

This child's congenital disease has not recurred in Wudang, and he can basically be the same as a normal person, but he was born with a weird personality, he is not social with other children, and his body is very weak because of the disease, and he is often bullied by other children, but he never cries, does not make trouble, and does not sue.

In fact, Xiao Lei, this kid is very smart, he has read many secret classics of Wudang in three years, and he has the ability to never forget, but unfortunately, the body is naturally weak and cannot practice martial arts. ”

After Baishan finished explaining, he walked over and helped Yuan Xiaolei up from the ground and said, "Xiaolei is okay, right?"

"Thank you, Uncle Shi, for your concern. Yuan Xiaolei spoke very calmly, not at all like a nine-year-old child.

gave Yang Yiyun a feeling, and even felt that this child was like a twilight old man, because he spoke too steadily.

"It's okay, Xiao Lei, this is the junior brother of our Wudang Kai faction, what about you when you see it in the future, do you understand?" Baishan introduced Yang Yiyun to Yuan Xiaolei.

"Meet the Taishi Ancestor~" After Baishan finished speaking, Yuan Xiaolei knelt down and bowed to Yang Yiyun three times.

In Yang Yiyun's eyes, this kid used the most standard ancient ritual of worship, and I am afraid that some old people in Wudang do not have the standard of his etiquette.

Yang Yiyun had a strong interest in Yuan Xiaolei in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, his true qi emanated, helping Yuan Xiaolei to breathe, and checking his body by the way.

Immediately, Yang Yiyun found that there were indeed hidden dangers in the child's body, the blood supply to the heart was much slower than that of ordinary people, and the meridians were very small and fragile, which was the cause.

After helping him up, he asked with a smile, "Xiao Lei, who taught you this set of ancient rites?"

"Hui Yu Taishi Ancestor was taught by my master Chenfengzi, and it is also what I see from books, and it is recorded in the Wudang Rite and Music Ceremony. Yuan Xiaolei bowed down unhurriedly and replied, full of little adult appearance, but it was something strange in Yang Yiyun's eyes.

"So, you know the etiquette of the Wudang Sect?" asked Yang Yiyun.

At this time, Baishan hurriedly replied: "In addition to the natural weakness of the body, the child of the ancestor has no brains, and he can recite all kinds of Wudang classics backwards, and in terms of etiquette, every year of sacrifice, some elders will ask him for details that they have forgotten." ”

Baishan can see that the ancestor Yang Yiyun is interested in Xiao Lei's child, thinking that he can refine the pill, maybe there is any pill that can cure Xiao Lei's congenital disease, and it will be a great thing for the child at that time.

"I said Baishan, can you not interject, can I talk to the child?" Yang Yiyun was very dissatisfied with Baishan's interjection, he saw that Yuan Xiaolei was not an ordinary child, and wanted to find out by chatting with him, but Baishan's voice on the side made Yang feel very noisy.

"Yes, yes~ I won't intervene, don't blame the ancestor. Baishan's face was embarrassed, he knew that Yang Yiyun might still be angry, he didn't tell the true situation of Wudang at the beginning.

After Wu Xian became a Taoist, when he was separated in Shenlong Pond, Yang Yiyun asked him how many innate Wudang had, Baishan didn't tell the truth at that time, and he was vague because he was afraid that Yang Yiyun would not come to Wudang, but today he found that there were twenty-eight innate ancient martial artists, which made him very dissatisfied, right?

Glaring at Baishan, Yang Yiyun looked at Yuan Xiaolei again and smiled: "Xiao Lei, I will stay in Wudang for a few days, and I don't know much about some of the etiquette of the ancient sect, are you willing to tell me about it?" Yang Yiyun really wants to know about the etiquette of these ancient sects, so as not to go out and be embarrassed in the future.

When he examined Yuan Xiaolei's body, he found that although Yuan Xiaolei's physical fitness was average, this child's mental strength was very strong, three times stronger than that of children of the same age, which really surprised Yang Yiyun.

Wudang thousands of people asked him to be the real person in charge of Wudang, but they didn't know that they were blind and didn't find a genius hidden in Wudang.

If he could, Yang Yiyun would help Yuan Xiaolei, and he would repay Sikong Yuan's inheritance, and also solve the problem of the heir to Wudang.

Whether this kid has a strong personality or mental power, as long as he heals his body, teaches him the Yuan nerve, and gives him some guidance, with Yuan Xiaolei's calm personality, he will grow up in the future and manage a sect without the slightest problem, and it can be regarded as finding an inheritor for Sikong Yuan.

In Yang Yiyun's view, the focus of Sikong Yuan's inheritance is not on the elixir, but on the meta-nerve.

Cultivation pays attention to cause and effect or the cycle of heaven, and the inheritance of Sikong Yuan that day was favored, this is the cause, and the little Taoist Yuan Xiaolei who met Wudang today is the fruit, and the Yuan nerve and alchemy are taught to Yuan Xiaolei, which is considered a cycle of cause and effect, but also the cause and effect in Yang Yiyun's heart.

In the future, he will not be thinking about receiving the favor of Sikong Yuan, for his path of cultivation, his thoughts will be more accessible in the future, of course, what is going on with this child, Yang Yiyun still has to observe it before making a decision, because he knows what Yuan Yuan means and cannot be taught casually.

Yang Yiyun has his own master, Yun Tianxie, and it is impossible for him to go to apprentice Sikong Yuan, so returning Sikong Yuan's inheritance to his disciples is also a complete thing.

When thinking like this, Yuan Xiaolei said clearly: "Back to the Taishi Ancestor, I need to go back and ask my master to give you an answer, and I also ask the Taishi Ancestor to understand." ”

"Oh, you little wood, what else do you ask, hurry up and agree, your master can value you, this is a good thing for you kid to fall from the sky......"

"Hmph~"

Before Baishan finished speaking, he was snorted coldly by Yang Yiyun and glared at him fiercely.

Then Baishan's voice stopped abruptly, he forgot that Yang Yiyun had just warned him not to interject, but Baishan couldn't help it, because he knew that Yang Yiyun valued Yuan Xiaolei very much, if Yuan Xiaolei could worship Yang Yiyun's door, my obedience would be a big thing in Wudang.

But Yuan Xiaolei, this kid is usually quite clever, and today he fell off the chain at a critical moment, and he went to ask his master, just his master, who is a 'big celebrity' in Wudang, what can he teach? Besides, Yuan Xiaolei was born weak and couldn't practice martial arts, but Baishan knew that Yang Yiyun must have a way to let Yuan Xiaolei practice, so he was in a hurry.

But Yang Yiyun seems to appreciate this child more and more, without the slightest displeasure, Yuan Xiaolei has his own master, he went to ask the master before doing things, this is a model of respecting the teacher.

"Okay, Xiao Lei go and ask your master, I'll just wait. Yang Yiyun said with a smile.

At this time, Baishan on the side ran away, and said as he ran: "Dusty Fengzi lives in Sunset Peak, I'll go find him." ”

Yang Yiyun was a little stunned, but then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I finally did the right thing." ”

After watching Baishan leave, Yang Yiyun and Yuan Xiaolei continued to chat: "Xiaolei broke your nose when they hit you just now, why don't you cry and ask your master to come out and clean them up?"

Yang Yiyun asked questions from the standpoint of a child.

But Yuan Xiaolei's answer was that he could no longer treat him as a child.

"What's the use of crying, keep beating when you should be beaten, they won't stop, if I cry or complain to my master, they will beat me harder next time, my master and I in Wudang are not very much looked down on, even if I find a master, it's useless."

The children who beat me just now, their masters are all congenital ancient martial artists, but my master is the dark energy, and it is also the laughing stock of the entire Wudang, the master is the same generation as the Qianjue and the Mingjue master, but the cultivation is very different, the Mingjue master is called the second master of Wudang, and the thousand peerless master is the first master, but my master is the peak of the ninth layer of dark energy, and he is often ridiculed by his peers...... Well, it's not a good word anyway.

I have a congenital disease that can't practice martial arts, and I am called a little waste of Wudang, in the world of ancient martial artists, I don't have the strength to know martial arts, and it's normal to be beaten by someone, I think it makes sense. ”

After Yuan Xiaolei finished speaking, Yang Yiyun was shocked, if he hadn't seen him as a nine-year-old child with his own eyes, Yang Yiyun really thought that he would be an old monster.

This special way of looking at things is too transparent, straight to the essence.

Is this an old monster or a child?