I preach with black technology

Chapter 1

The mountains are full of wind and snow.

This is a rare heavy snowfall in Central Continent, and it has been falling for three days. From a distance, even the boundary between the sky and the earth cannot be clearly distinguished.

Taoist Yichen stepped on the thick snow. He was wearing a loose Taoist robe embroidered with complicated golden runes. The wind carried scattered snowflakes into his gray hair and beard, turning into small water droplets.

He just walked slowly, striding tens of miles in one step, without leaving a trace in the soft snow.

Suddenly, Taoist Yichen paused, stroked his beard with his right hand, and stopped to look.

There is a person ahead.

A child to be precise.

The child sat cross-legged on a stone that had been half buried by snow. His back was thin and looked like a small ball. Some thin clothes were tightly wrapped around his body. His exposed fingers were already purple. The child did not cry , as if he couldn't feel the cold, he raised his head slightly and looked at the sky motionless.

Taoist Yichen also followed the child's gaze. It was past the peak of the snowstorm, and the sky was still light gray. A few snowflakes floated down freely and landed on the child's shoulders and hair, covering the child's shoulders and hair with a thin layer of snow. layer.

The child moved.

The snow on his hair and shoulders fell down with his movements, or got into his neck.

Taoist Yichen took a step forward, and he was already standing next to the child. He held the child's half body with both hands. Immortal cultivators don't know heat and cold, even so, Taoist Yichen can feel the coldness of the skin under his hands through a layer of cloth. hard.

A gentle spiritual energy was slowly sent out from the palm of Daoist Yichen, and it traveled along the meridians for a few laps. Fearing that the child's body would be too fragile, Taoist Yichen carefully controlled the spiritual energy and asked, "Which family do you belong to?" child?"

The child's whole body was wrapped in gentle spiritual power. His body was not as stiff as before, and his forehead was sweating a little. He didn't answer, but looked at Taoist Yichen's hands. The energy was continuously flowing to him with these hands as the core. Body.

Taoist Yichen seemed to understand the child's doubts, and said, "This is spiritual power. Do you still remember where your home is? I can send you back."

Family?

The child raised his head to look at the sky again, his brows furrowed indiscernibly.

Daoist Yichen was not in a hurry, his smile was hidden under his beard. When he just transferred the spiritual power, he found that the child's aptitude was extremely high, and his meridians were not blocked. Master, thinking about it, Taoist Yichen looked up at the sky, then lowered his head and said, "If you are homeless, would you like to follow me?"

The child and Taoist Yichen looked at each other, the child was indeed a little thinner, with a pair of eyes that were extraordinarily large, those eyes were dark, not as clear as ordinary children, but revealing a kind of complexity that makes it difficult to read.

... Having said that, after all, ordinary children would not sit in the snow by themselves without crying or fussing.

Taoist Yichen threw out some thoughts, bent down and picked up the child. The child didn't resist, and let him hug him obediently. Taoist Yichen felt the child's unbelievably light weight when he was happy. The warm spiritual power permeated the opponent's whole body, keeping the little boy firmly isolated from the cold, and regardless of whether the child could understand or not, he babbled on and on as he walked: "My Daoist name is Yichen, and I met you by chance. Immortal cultivators pay attention Fate, I think you and I are very destined..."

According to Taoist Yichen's cultivation base and foot strength, he took a step for thousands of miles. In a few breaths, Taoist Yichen stopped at the foot of a tall mountain. He weighed the child in his arms and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid!"

As soon as the words fell, Taoist Yichen flew into the air, and the child immediately put his arms around the other's neck and looked out with wide eyes.

Along the way, heavy snow covered every inch of land and mountain peaks, but here, an invisible barrier shrouded it, and the inside was full of spring, like a paradise. At the very border stood a huge stone tablet with sharp edges and corners, engraved with four A big character - the sect of God.

Taoist Yichen didn't fly very high. Some disciples saw someone above their heads and subconsciously wanted to shout for defense, but they saw Taoist Yichen point a finger and a talisman hit the void. Then, the talisman appeared with the word "dust", as if it melted , the barrier oscillated in the air and split into two halves from the middle.

The disciples knew who it was when they saw the talisman, no matter whether they were working or not, they all saluted in the direction of Taoist Yichen: "Welcome the Supreme Elder back to the sect!"

**

Pei Zhan watched his master uncle take out the Taoist robe, and took out a crumpled child.

The two stared at each other, neither of them said a word.

In the end, Pei Zhan couldn't hold back, and asked curiously, "Master, where did you pick it up?"

Taoist Yichen withdrew the spiritual power surrounding the child, and said: "I went around Zhongzhou and saw it on the way back. He didn't cry or make trouble. I tried to warm him up with spiritual power and found that his meridians were wide and empty. Blocked, if you embark on the road of practice in the future, you will be smooth and open, maybe..."

The remaining half of Taoist Yichen did not continue to speak, and there was nostalgia and regret in his eyes.

Of course Pei Zhan knew what Taoist Yichen was missing.

Now that the world of cultivating immortals is in a downturn, no one has ascended for thousands of years. Pei Zhan's master, brother of Daoist Yichen, the former head of the Divine Good Fortune Sect, fell under the thunder when he hit the last barrier, and was Daoist Yichen. Several brothers spent half their lives cultivating to snatch the soul from the thunder disaster and send it to reincarnation.

Every immortal cultivator longs to ascend, to open the road to heaven.

The atmosphere among teachers, uncles and nephews fell silent, and the child raised his head and looked at the sky through the open door.

Attracted by the child's movements, Pei Zhan softened his tone and asked, "What's your name?"

The child does not speak.

Pei Zhan was not in a hurry: "Tell Uncle what are you looking at?"

The child looked to be only three or four years old. The temperature in the Divine Creation Sect was moderate, and the tightly wrapped clothes drooped down, exposing the fragile neck and protruding bones.

Daoist Yichen held the child in his arms and straightened his clothes, saying, "I'm a junior."

Pei Zhan didn't react: "Huh?"

Daoist Yichen folded his hands in his Taoist robe, protecting the child tightly, and the old god said: "I am going to accept him as a direct disciple, and also my closed disciple. According to his seniority, he is your junior brother."

Pei Zhan couldn't help asking: "Are you raising it yourself?"

As my uncle, I have always been afraid of trouble, especially I don't like to take care of my apprentices.

Daoist Yichen confidently said, "Of course I will leave it to you, the senior brother who is the head of the sect. The uncle believes in you!"

Pei Zhan: "..."

Careless.

"However..." Taoist Yichen took out a mirror from his sleeve, and with a movement of his finger, a rune fell onto the mirror, like a leaf falling into the water, causing ripples, "I have to ask the one in Yigu Immortal, what is the matter with my apprentice not speaking for so long."

After all, an old man with a white beard and a flower on his head appeared in the water mirror. Seeing Taoist Yichen's face, the other party almost yelled, "My potion of elixir is about to be ready, you better be in a hurry!"

Before Taoist Yichen opened his mouth, the child's eyes had shifted to the water mirror. The old man's face in the mirror was clear, and the alchemy furnace was looming behind him. The child held Taoist Yichen's wrist with both hands, leaned in front of the water mirror, and opened his mouth slowly. :"video call?"

**

Lu Yan doesn't quite remember how he came to this world. He felt his whole body trembling until he was left stiff. The wind and snow around him were blocked from his perception, and only the unique sky could stimulate him. Lu Yan retained a little bit of consciousness.

Until the arrival of Taoist Yichen, the warm spiritual energy washed away the severe cold deposited in the flesh and blood, and pulled Lu Yan who was in a daze from the sky back to the ground.

Spiritual power, meridian, sect, and the ability to move a thousand miles.

All kinds of traces show that Lu Yan has indeed traveled to a place similar to the worldview of Xiuxian's novels.

After entering the Divine Creation Sect, Lu Yan recovered some warmth all over his body, and his brain gradually thawed out, and finally realized the fact that he had shrunk into a small carrot head.

Lu Yan looked at the sky intertwined with light from the door, his eyes reflected complex lines and textures, and thousands of words in his heart merged into one sentence: Thief God, don't talk about martial arts!

And the next moment, the grandfather who picked him up took out a mirror, a golden light similar to the sky flashed, and another white-bearded grandfather appeared in the mirror.

Lu Yan grabbed Taoist Yichen's hand and stared at the extremely high-resolution image in the mirror. In his trance, there was a strange illusion of time and space overlapping, which made him unable to help but say the first sentence he came to this world Call: "Video call?"

**

Probably the reason why he hasn't spoken for too long, the child's voice is immature and hoarse.

The head of Pei Zhan was surprised: "You can talk?"

Taoist Yichen was pleasantly surprised: "My apprentice has spoken!"

The owner of the Medical Valley was terrified: "You don't even let such a small child go!!"

Lu Yan's image at this time was really not very good, his body was wrapped in a thin linen cloth, his hair was messy and scattered behind his head, his face was pale, his small face was thin and thin, and only a pair of big black eyes remained unblinking. Staring at the water mirror, in the eyes of outsiders, it looks like he has been abused, which makes the owner of Yigu very distressed.

The Master of the Valley of Medicine knows that Daoist Yichen is afraid of trouble, and has never raised a child after living for so many years. At this time, he can call his Shui Jing for a child, which shows that he really cares.

But through the water mirror, the owner of the Valley of Medicine can only take a rough look: "The last time you bought a batch of pills from the Divine Creation Sect, the two extra bottles I gave are useless? The physique of cultivation, the effect of the medicine is mild and easy to digest, you use spiritual power to dissolve it, take one pill a day, and when the bottle is finished, the body will be healed."

Taoist Yichen originally wanted to ask his old friend for help, but now that Lu Yan spoke, Taoist Yichen was not in a hurry. After all, the Divine Creation Sect also has medical cultivation, which is more than enough to support children.

So Taoist Yichen let go of his heart, raised his beard, and said nothing at all: "My apprentice, what are you worrying about, do you want to poach me?"

The owner of the Medical Valley blew his beard and stared, thinking that this old man really couldn't spit out ivory for a hundred years, and the little flower on his head immediately stood up as if sensing the owner's mood: "What kind of apprentice do you have with your virtue!"

Seeing that the two old men were about to quarrel again through the water mirror, Pei Zhan stood up resignedly and prepared to smooth things over for the first time.

At this moment, Lu Yan who said a word and then remained silent suddenly stretched out a finger, pointed at the alchemy furnace behind the Valley Master of the Medical Valley, and spit out two words: "Wrong."

The elixir has been refined for the last time, and it is necessary to draw a formation to collect the spirit of heaven and earth and the essence of the flames into the elixir, so that the elixir will be of high quality and natural.

The formation is uniquely created by Yigu, which can absorb aura to the greatest extent. Only direct disciples can learn it, and it must not be passed on.

Now the one who is in charge of finishing the alchemy furnace is the best of the new generation of disciples of Yigu, and also the nephew of the master of Yigu.

From Lu Yan's perspective, he absolutely couldn't see the true face of the formation, and even the person who drew the formation could only see half of it.

The Valley Master of Medical Valley likes children, and deliberately teases him: "What's wrong?"

Lu Yan blinked and replied, "It's an extra sum."

As soon as the words fell, a young voice suddenly came from the water mirror, with a hint of trembling and panic: "Master... Uncle, I, I, I, I drew an extra stroke, what should I do?"

The Valley Master of Medicine Valley suddenly turned his head, put down the water mirror, and took over the strokes of his nephew to turn the tide.

Formation!

Spiritual energy and flames roared into the pill furnace, but after a while, several pills were collected into a small bottle made of jade. The nephew finally felt relieved and happily counted the pills: "There are six pills in total, and the spiritual energy is restrained. Excellent, worthy of being an uncle!"

The owner of the Medical Valley took out the water mirror again, and the little flowers on his head were dangling around. He ignored the dazed Taoist Yichen, looked at Lu Yan seriously, and said softly as if to coax a child: "Little friend, you Do you want to consider our Medical Valley?"