In the southeast of the Xuanzhou Continent, the three mountain peaks are like three long swords, breaking through the clouds, and the faint white clouds and mist exude a fierce momentum, enveloping them for hundreds of miles.

Here, this is the Xuanzhou Continent, the premier immortal cultivation faction, the Sanqing Sect!

Three years ago. Huiming, who was only five years old, came here inexplicably and became a casual disciple of the Chongwu Hall here.

The disciples of the Sanqing Sect, in the world, are also enough to make the local officials and warriors of Xuanzhou look up.

However, in the Sanqing Sect, there are as many casual cultivators as Hui Ming, and there are nearly a hundred people in the Chongwu Hall alone, and in the sect, they have no status at all, just a little better than ordinary miscellaneous servants.

However, once a casual cultivator passes the triennial assessment of the Dragon Climbing Society, becomes an elite disciple, and enters the Dragon and Tiger Hall, it will be a dragon in one day, and the green clouds will rise to the top, and the avenue can be expected.

On the cultivation ground of Chongwu Hall, the scattered cultivators shuttled back and forth, and everyone was busy, cultivating hard every day to complete the tasks left by the master.

Moreover, in addition to completing their cultivation, they also had to complete the collection tasks assigned by the sect.

At this moment, in the cultivation ground, the sound of punching and kicking was endless, and the disciples of the Chongwu Hall began another day of cultivation.

"Huh, Sister Yue, you see, that brush tip has changed its routine......"

A crisp and pleasant woman's voice floated out of the Chongwu Hall cultivation ground.

"Other junior brothers and junior brothers are practicing hard, but he always engages in things that others don't understand, and this little junior brother's cultivation path is hopeless, alas...... It also shows how important it is to have a prominent family......"

Nizi, who is called Sister Yue, said slowly with "pity", deliberately raised the emphasis while speaking, and then straightened up the seductive little breasts that had begun to bulge slightly.

Next to the cultivation ground, in the pavilion where the master usually cools off, two cardamom little girls were sitting there, blinking with interest, looking at a group of children and teenagers practicing in the courtyard.

The two girls are dressed in green clothes, with their hair in a bun, their skin is fair, their lips are red and their teeth are white, and they are blinking with apricot eyes.

Following their gaze, I saw that not far behind the group of teenagers who were practicing, there was a large pitch-black vat. The large vat with black glaze and white edge is a very common container in the sect.

But the slight difference is that at this moment, the vat that was originally quietly placed is shaking slightly, and I don't know what wonderful things are inside.

Suddenly, I saw a middle-aged Taoist chief, the pig's waist face looked very unique, with long sideburns, dressed in a cyan black robe, with a whisk in his right hand, and an indifferent light in his eyes, walking quickly from the courtyard door. I saw that his steps were light, and at a glance, he knew that he was not an idle person.

He walked briskly to the black-glazed and white-edged vat, and then, with his right hand, he took out a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, wiped his snot in one hand, and held a long piece of charcoal burnt and blackened in the other.

He was dressed in plain clothes, covered with grass and mud. There were a few patches on the shoulders that were skewed, and at first glance, they were not sewn by a skilled needleworker, but as if he had used something sharp to connect them with old threads, and it was very irregular.

However, his eyes were extremely clear, as if they were a clear and sweet spring, flashing with extremely smart light, as if he had just eaten palace preserves.

At this moment, he looked depressed, just glanced up at the fierce Taoist, and then slowly lowered his little head, as if he was used to this, just waiting for the next punishment of the Taoist.

When all the senior brothers and brothers raised their eyes, they all hurriedly put away their moves, lined up in a queue in unison, and shouted in unison: "Master."

"Huiming, you don't cultivate well, and you desert here, I don't think it's enough for you to be punished?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest angrily put the little boy aside and asked viciously.

"I ...... I'm cultivating the way of painting, and I haven't deserted, and I hope that Master will see it!"

He was very unconvinced, and secretly raised his eyes to look at the master with an angry face, and whispered.

"Hmph, painting the Dao? You haven't even figured out the most basic Qi cultivation method in my sect, what kind of painting dao are you mentioning to me?"

The middle-aged Taoist chief looked at him with an unconvinced expression, and said with an angry smile.

As he spoke, he walked slowly to the water tank, bowed slightly, and looked into the tank.

I saw that on the wall of the originally neat tank, at this moment, it was painted crookedly with charcoal one by one trees, people, mountains, stones and other objects. If you look closely, it does look a little like it.

In particular, there is a very charming female head, which is painted on the wall of the tank, and the light and shade have been faintly revealed, and the white space is just right, as if it is going to come to life.

With charcoal on the rough cylinder wall, you can graffiti the feeling of a brush and rice paper, and it can be seen that this little guy's graffiti is not an overnight effort.

However, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the graffiti one by one, and his original frowning brows became more and more condensed into a walnut shape, as if he had long been accustomed to expressing disgust for this situation.

"Hmph, among the Three Realms, Qi training is the main thing. Enlightenment and the birth of the Tao are the rules, and forging the body and transforming the true qi is the right way. You are not good at cultivating the art of the righteous path, but you are idle and scribbling, I think, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will turn yourself into a waste. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest slowly turned around, looked at the little boy who was looking at him with two small eyes, and shouted angrily.

"But...... But legend has it that Chen Changhe, a Danqing master, has only practiced painting since he was a child. Later, he opened a sect, and even opened a domain by himself, the realm is so strong that no one in the world is invincible, may I ask Master...... This... And why?"

Although Xiao Huiming was thin and short, there was an extremely stubborn look in his eyes. He glanced up at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a stubborn expression.

"Boom ......"

There was a soft sound, and a wooden fish pestle struck the little round head that had just been raised.

Xiao Huiming gritted his teeth slightly, and a hot pain came from his little head.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed to say it, you don't have the right to say it? That wonderful hand Dan Qingcheng Changhe has been talented since he was a child, and at your age, he has already reached the Yuanying realm, but what about you? It's been three years, and you haven't even been able to break through the realm of Qi cultivation, and you still have the face to mention Immortal Master Chen? No wonder even your parents are ......."

The seven orifices of the middle-aged Taoist morale smoked, and the hand holding the wooden fish pestle trembled slightly. I wanted to say that I didn't even want your parents, but I felt that revealing my disciple's shortcomings in front of all the disciples was a little inconsistent with his identity, so I swallowed it again.

"But...... But Master is over forty years old, and he has been cultivating for decades longer than me, so hasn't he yet reached the realm of Yuan Infant?"

Xiao Tong was very unconvinced, tilted his little head and glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and whispered.

Although his voice was small, the young people who were waiting in line for the teachings heard it clearly, and they all looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest whose angry face seemed to be crooked, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hmph, what's the matter, if you want to rebel, you can't do it? You dare to talk to your teacher like this? Roll me to face the cliff, think about it for a long time, and don't eat today. ”

The middle-aged Taoist leader's face suddenly turned red, and he was annoyed and angry, and shouted at him,

He raised his hand and wanted to hit again, but after touching Xiao Huiming's stubborn gaze, somehow, his heart trembled slightly, and then he raised his hand and pointed fiercely at the back mountain.

"Yes......"

The little boy replied in a daze, and his eyes showed unwillingness. Reluctantly, he turned around and went to the cliff above the mountain.

In the team, there was a young man about ten years old, who was about ten years old, who was about ten years old, and quietly squinted at Xiao Huiming, who slowly disappeared outside the door of the cultivation ground, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he sneered.

"Have you laughed enough?" Dewu Zhenren raised his head and glanced at the disciples, and scolded angrily.

Suddenly, the disciples who were originally noisy immediately fell silent, stood with their heads down, and did not dare to come out.

Dewu Zhenren pretended to have nothing to do, straightened his clothes, coughed lightly twice, broke the embarrassing atmosphere, and then said loudly: "There are still two months before the Dragon Climbing Society, you must cultivate hard." Whether you enter the Dragon Gate with both civil and military skills, or go down the mountain to experience a year of training and then start all over again, it all depends on your own efforts, do you understand?"

"Well, follow Master's teachings. ”

The disciples did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied in a loud voice, one by one hurriedly putting on an extremely respectful posture.

"Okay, let's continue practicing. ”

Dewu Zhenren glanced at the disciples, and he was extremely useful for the disciples' statement, so he waved his hand deeply and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, I raised my eyes, and I just saw the two girls poking their heads out from behind the pavilion.

As soon as his face sank, he wanted to reprimand, but after he saw the origin of the two Nizi, he thought about it and said painlessly: "You should go back to practice there honestly in the other courtyard, don't keep running this way, otherwise I will be punished." After speaking, he waved the dust whisk in his hand.

When the two girls heard this, they understood, and hurriedly and quietly trotted all the way out of the back door of the pavilion.

Seeing that everything was in order, Dewu Zhenren paced out of the courtyard cultivation ground and went up the mountain.

Xiao Huiming came to the face cliff halfway up the mountain in a sullen manner, and sat down on the stone platform in the middle of the cliff. Looking at the big blood-red word "ring" on the cliff, his small mouth trembled slightly, looking a little aggrieved. However, there was a trace of stubbornness in his eyes, although there was a flash of crystal in his eyes, but he didn't cry out in the end.

This is the third time this month that he has been punished for facing the wall, and the "crimes" are all "not cultivating well and studying the side ways". He felt very aggrieved.

Over the past few years, for some reason, Master was very disoptimistic about him, and every time he saw him, he shook his head, and he wanted to ask Master many questions about him several times, but when he saw Master's cold face, he retreated again.

In this way, day by day, he was ashamed to get used to such an unclear life. Now his only spiritual solace was to draw on the ground with charcoal, and every morning he would get up from the wing room and go to the stove to pick up the charcoal.

Then bury them at the foot of the back wall of the house, secretly keep a piece in your hand, and when the master finishes teaching the day's moves and leaves, when everyone practices freely, secretly run to the back of the line, and then take out the charcoal and start drawing on the ground. As soon as he heard the footsteps of his master coming back, he immediately returned to the team and pretended to cultivate.

At first, everything was fine, but the good times did not last long, he became more and more devoted, and the picture in his little head gradually became clear and diverse from simple and blurry. So much so that he was finally caught by the master, and he became a frequent visitor to this cliff.

Of course, he was even more miserable during this time, and he came to the painting master at the beginning. As for the reason, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

Especially today's graffiti in the tank, this is a good way for him to hide people's eyes after thinking about it all night last night. However, he was still very unfortunate to be caught by the master.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh "...... it", and felt a little lonely in his heart.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt an extremely cold and biting chill, which slowly hit him, making him shiver.

"Huh, why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

Xiao Huiming couldn't help but mutter.

Gradually, the chill became more and more severe, Xiao Huiming suddenly, he felt that the air around him was gradually becoming very viscous, a very cold aura, exuding endless killing intent, slowly wrapped him, making him feel as if death was approaching him step by step for a while.

He was suddenly shocked in his heart, and the chagrin of being humiliated in the cultivation field before suddenly dissipated. I was about to hurriedly look up to find out, when I suddenly heard a gloomy voice suddenly coming from behind me: "A dignified manly man, you can bend and stretch, a little setback will make you like this, so what's the point of your life?"