In the past twenty years, the name Thirteen has gradually become a nickname in the Taoist Academy, which is intended to express closeness and have a sense of glory.

A similar situation has been in the Taoist Academy for a long time, far from it, Mr. Big is the most well-known example. The Taoist Academy has never had a tradition of ranking the teachings and practices, and the level of the nine respects is only in people's hearts, and there is no such thing as a great respect or a second honor. The reason why Mr. Big screams louder than Jianzun is because people feel that this name can close the distance and make it more comfortable to call.

The cultivation realm is highly hierarchical, and according to the level of cultivation, everyone has a fixed title, and is arranged on a grid that can move, and strives to climb to the top. For example, an ordinary sect with a great monk is usually divided into more than ten ranks, and there are strict etiquette rules for encounters between the upper and lower levels, and there is no room for confusion.

This is order, an important tool used to maintain the stability of the sect, and it must not be sloppy.

Compared with the strength of other sects, the Taoist Academy is much more enlightened, whether it is a student or a teacher, famous people have similar nicknames, the difference is only in the number of knowledge of the Tao, and the implication of praise and disapproval. For example, the head of the building, a high power to build a strong one, because of his temperament by the students named the nickname of "black-faced god", after a long time, its original name was forgotten.

This is also the order, which belongs exclusively to the Taoist Academy, or the order of the purple clouds.

Ten years of practice, a hundred years of drifting, after a century of hard work, Xiao Shisanlang has his own number: thirteen.

Gu Xi didn't know about it.

"Thirteen?"

In a daze, Gu Xi only felt that this name, or number, sounded familiar and friendly, and couldn't help but want to think about who it would be, but he couldn't think of it.

"Thirteen, Thirteen"

Muttered a few times but to no avail, Gu Xi grabbed his hair hard, a little anxious.

"Which is thirteen?"

Eighteen years of ban. Gu Xi's half-curled ground barely moved, like a mud monkey, and felt that this name had extraordinary meaning, Gu Xi thought seriously, grasped hard, and the remnants withered, mixed with dust and mud fluttered and fell, and the already vague face seemed to be covered by the fog, and it became more and more unreal.

"It's your student, the one who practiced forbidden art a hundred years ago. ”

Master Mo replied to Gu Xi's words. His expression became more and more pity.

"Senior brother often tells me that Thirteen is your most promising disciple, have you forgotten?"

"Students, a hundred years, Dabi is just a student"

Gu Xi seemed to remember something. At the same time, I was touched by the word "student", and my eyes instantly dimmed.

"What's the use. ”

The monastery, and indeed all the monks, understood a truth. Forbidden art is the easiest branch to get started with, and it is also the most difficult to achieve real success. On the fourth floor of the Taoist Academy, the number of students in the forbidden building is the largest, but it is the most declining, and there are very few people.

There are many reasons, the most fundamental of which lies in the forbidden art itself. Reading books can answer questions, and alchemy can improve cultivation. Refining weapons can increase combat power, but what can forbidden arts do?

Don't think about it, if you cultivate to the extreme, you can't help the monk improve his realm; The forbidden technique has a huge effect on the low-level monks, once the barrier is broken through and the monk can use the magic weapon, the forbidden technique will become a chicken-like role, and it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

The essence of forbidden art is supernatural powers, and under normal circumstances, before the monk breaks through to the gods, the supernatural powers cannot be compared with magic weapons. In practice, it is more used to deal with opponents who have lost their ability to resist, to prevent them from escaping, causing chaos, and so on.

Demand is the guide, and the monk's preference for forbidden techniques often fades with the improvement of cultivation, as long as it is enough, it will not be too demanding. Still taking the fourth floor as an example, the other three floors, all the students who enter the building do not want to climb to the top floor, but the forbidden building is not like this, they all take the third floor as the limit, and there is not much interest after that. By the time they had succeeded in their cultivation and wanted to practice the forbidden path again, Gu Xi was no longer qualified to teach and be commensurate with each other.

It's not a rule, but it's a matter of face, and it's a joke to let a cultivator, or even a monk who is a god changer, learn from him.

He has been in charge of the forbidden building for hundreds of years, and Gu Xi has seen countless students, many of whom are extremely talented, but it is a pity that no one has really devoted himself to cultivating the forbidden building. The rules of the Taoist Academy are that the practice is voluntary, and no one is allowed to force the students to practice that category, which leads to a result, Gu Xi presides over the third floor and waits, sees people, and teaches, and it is likely that there will be no next time.

Cultivation is cruel, and it is difficult for most people to find a famous teacher, but in Ziyun, in this place where there is never a shortage of good teachers, in that corner of the remote area, the situation of the Forbidden Building is completely reversed, and he has been guarding for hundreds of years, and his eyes are full of geniuses and talents, but there is no real heir.

Isn't it sad.

This situation has lasted for a long time, and everyone will inevitably be disappointed, Gu Xi has never been a person who can see clearly, his temperament is strange and difficult to serve, and he is the most feared by the students, and he also dislikes to meet him the most. If you compare the achievements, attainments, and impressions of the fourth-floor hosts among the students, no one can shake the first eyebrow master, and then Mo Shi is majestic and the black-faced god is stern, each has its own strengths and weaknesses, and each has its own support;

"Bad old man. ”

"Old madman. ”

"Old monster. ”

Even Thirteen Lang can mix up the title, how can Gu Xi be an exception, the above is the student's nickname for Gu Xi but no intimacy, only fear, or even disgust.

Gu Xi is used to this. He was already narrow-minded, waiting day after day, year after year, his temperament became more and more withdrawn, and his behavior became more and more severe; sometimes, he had no reason at all, and changed the law to "torture" those students who went upstairs. In the past, in the Taoist courtyard, there were students who escaped from the forbidden building every day, embarrassed, if it was quiet all day, it would become a rare thing.

This went on for a long time, until Thirteen Lang entered the building.

A coincidence, a chance encounter, and a legendary story, the process does not need to be detailed, Thirteen Lang attracted Gu Xi's attention with his unique way of cultivating the forbidden, and finally achieved a real master-apprentice relationship.

After the opening of the outer region, before the Danlou was banned, it was rare to see students being expelled, and it was rare to hear the roar that made countless people curse in fear. As a result, the practice of the forbidden building slowly resumed, and more and more students climbed to the third floor. Growing day by day.

A hundred years is enough to change many people and many things, the forbidden building is prosperous, and the reputation of the chief teacher is getting better day by day, but what is strange is that people only think that the eccentric old man has become mild-tempered, but it is difficult to find happiness on his face, let alone a smile.

Gu Xi no longer roared, no longer angry, no matter how stupid the students who asked for advice and how uncompetitive they looked. He refused to open his mouth to reprimand, but repeated over and over again, repeating those boring words. In contrast, the old man sighed more and more, and every time he spoke. It feels as if there is only one breath left, and the expression on his face is solemn for many years, as if he is carrying a mountain behind him. Exhausted, but persevering. Endure and refuse to let go.

So people began to talk that Gu Xi was dying.

The longest-running teacher of the first floor was insufficient, Shou Yuan was close to the red line of overhaul, and most importantly, he was not aware of his condition. There is no intention of fighting for life.

Yes, Valley Creek is dying

"Student, 100 years, big competition"

The dead are banned for eighteen years. Gu Xi's condition was getting worse day by day, and his mind was inevitably a little confused, and after a moment of gloom, Gu Xi repeated these three words, as if to find treasure or hope from them.

The result was only disappointment.

Beasts still have instinctive wisdom, let alone monks. After teaching students for hundreds of years, many basic rules have long been engraved into Gu Xi's bones, and they will never be forgotten. He knew too well what these words meant together, and roughly estimated that it was about the same as the beginning of the Yuan Infant, and if he met those geniuses with excellent talents, hard enough, and good enough opportunities, he might be able to advance to the Yuan Infant Middle Realm.

"Too weak, too weak"

For some reason, Gu Xi suddenly became furious, tearing his hair with both hands and still everywhere, and roaring in a low voice.

"It's rubbish, rubbish!"

"Senior brother is wrong, Thirteen is not a waste. ”

Looking at Gu Xi's actions all the time, Master Mo's expression became more and more unbearable, and he lowered his head silently.

"I told my senior brother many years ago that Thirteen is only one step away from the realm of heaven and man, and it may break through at any time. ”

"Is there one?" Gu Xi's eyes lit up slightly, stopped the movement in his hand, and thought hard.

"Senior brother works day and night, and he can't remember it for a while, which is normal. ”

"Oh"

After some hard work, Gu Xi found that Master Mo was telling the truth, and he had no choice but to give up his efforts.

"And now?"

"Now?"

"Has that thirteen ever broken through?"

"It's not that easy. ”

Master Mo shook his head again and again, and said, "Senior brother, think about it, how difficult it is to reach this realm in a hundred years, can you still call people if you break through again?"

The cultivation is orderly, and the rules of the profound soul come into play, Gu Xi's bright eyes dimmed again, and fell silent.

Mo Shi looked at him quietly, waited for a while, and sighed softly.

"The younger brother thought that this news would cheer up the senior brother"

Sighing silently, Master Mo stretched out his hand and said, "Senior brother, take medicine." ”

Gu Xi didn't pick it up, and said to himself: "There is no breakthrough, so what is he going to do when he comes back?"

Master Mo groaned and said, "I think, he is coming to take Senior Brother out of the city." ”

Gu Xi raised his head and said blankly: "Take me out, where to go, what to do?"

Master Mo shook his head and said, "How can the junior brother know. ”

Gu Xi became more and more confused, and said, "Then how do you know that he will come?"

Master Mo thought for a moment and replied, "Guess." ”

Gu Xi didn't understand this sentence.

The forbidden technique is rigorous, his mind is chaotic, Gu Xi forgot how to write the word "guess", and he can't understand how he can know the Tao in advance if he doesn't know the Dao. Now he can only accommodate the facts in his mind, and guessing is not as if he can't turn into a god for a hundred years, and he can't beat Yuan Ying with Jiedan, it's a certainty.

"It turned out to be a fake. ”

With a long sigh, Gu Xi reached out to take the pill, his half-volted body tilted, and he almost fell.

"Senior brother, be careful. Mo Shi reached out to help.

"No, I don't. ”

Gu Xi propped himself up, stretched out his cracked, dusty hand with a few strands of hair that had fallen out, and twisted the pill from Master Mo's hand.

"Your hands are clean, don't get dirty. ”

Master Mo was stunned for a moment, looked down at his clean, neat, slender hand, and meticulously trimmed nails, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

After a moment, Master Mo raised his head again, his eyes were clear, his expression was indifferent, revealing a bit of sadness.

"Take the medicine, senior brother, it's the last one. ”

(To be continued......)