The next day, early in the morning!

When Long Tian woke up, he felt refreshed and full of energy.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A knock on the door sounded, and the voice of Emperor Baoding came from outside the door: "Young Master Long, have you got up? I have something to talk to you about."

"Ah, it's my uncle..."

Zhong Ling was awakened in a hurry, Xiao~ her face was full of panic. The first thought was to find a place to hide, but the room was so big, where could she go?

Long Tian gave her a brain tension funny and told her to be calm.

Zhong Ling was well-behaved, rubbing his achesy forehead and pouting his mouth and not moving.

Long Tian was dressed neatly, got up and opened the door, and saw Duan Zhengming's smiling old face. He felt that ten thousand grass, mud, and horses were galloping by in his heart.

This old guy always likes to appear at critical moments.

Long Tian stepped out, blocked the old man's view, took him to the door and said, "What's wrong with your Majesty looking for me "170"?"

"It seems that Mr. Long is very stable here!"

Duan Zhengming looked at Long Tian with a smile and said, "Let's go, let's talk as we go."

The annoying old guy, Long Tian muttered in his heart and followed.

Duan Zhengming said: "Next, I will tell you something to the young master. Because this matter has a lot to do, I hope you can keep it confidential before I talk about it."

"no problem!"

Long Tian immediately patted his chest and promised, his eyes flashing, and he had guessed something in his heart.

According to the plot of the original work, Duan Zhengming should become a monk and follow the rise and fall of the world, the original view, the original form, the original cause, and the original sect. Each practices a sword to form the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" to fight the enemy.

But now Duan Zhengming's internal strength was accidentally absorbed by himself. Not to mention practicing the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword], even a single yang finger cannot be used.

Kurong will definitely find a way to find a replacement for Duan Zhengming. Even if he doesn't let himself practice the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, he will also allow himself to protect Duan Yu and thus intervene in this plot.

As expected, Duan Zhengming then sorted out the relationship between the Duan family in Dali and Tianlong Temple, followed by the Dalun Mingwang worshipping the temple yesterday, and the details of him taking Duan Yu to seek medical treatment and medicine.

Finally, he looked at Long Tian with a bright look: "Now Yu'er's life and death, as well as my century-old reputation in Tianlong Temple are all tied to the front line. I wonder if Mr. Long believes that?"

"Don't worry, your Majesty, your brother's business is my Long's business. Or is it any other thing? As long as it is useful, just speak, whether it is going to the sword mountain or the sea of ​​fire, my Long will definitely help you."

When Long Tian said this, his face was calm, his waist was straight, and his whole body was filled with a sense of righteousness.

Duan Zhengming heard it and tears filled his eyes. He grabbed Long Tian's arm and said excitedly: "Okay, okay, Yu'er is the greatest blessing in his life to have you, the sworn brother, and it is also an honor for my Duan family."

At that moment, Duan Zhengming brought Long Tian to Tianlong Temple.

This Tianlong Temple is worthy of being a royal temple. There are three pavilions, seven floors, nine halls, and hundreds of buildings in the temple. It is grand in scale and gorgeous in architecture. Even if it is famous in the Central Plains, it is not inferior to the famous mountain temples.

Duan Zhengming took Long Tian to a side door in the backyard and raised his hand to knock!

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The door of the room opened, and there was a little novice waiting by the side, and respectfully bowed: "Donor, please follow me."

Duan Zheng’s eyes were full of encouragement.

"Your Majesty, please come back!" Long Tian bowed and followed the little shaman.

Walking through the Golden Bridge and the Hong Palace, the more you walk, the more remote you walk, the more elegant you become. Unlike the magnificent and magnificent ones in front, this place is actually a natural and simple.

Not long after, several wooden houses appeared in front of them, all of which were made of pine wood, with wooden pillars and boards, and they were not decorated in half.

The little novice monk stepped forward and said respectfully: "Report to Master Uncle, Donor Long has arrived."

An old voice came from inside the house: "Come in!"

"Please, donor Long!"

The little novice monk reached out to Long Tian to make a request, but he bowed and retreated.

Long Tian looked up and pushed the door, and the door made a "creaking" sound. Obviously, he rarely opened it normally. When he walked across the door, he saw five cushions in the room.

The left head was wearing a golden robe and a majestic and kind face. Next to him were two monks, and one monk was burly.

There was also a thin old monk in the middle sitting with his eyes closed. Duan Yu was next to him. He had woken up at some point, but he was just hunching and couldn't speak.

Long Tian couldn't help but feel funny when he saw this. It was obvious that the monks were afraid that he would make a fuss, so they sealed his acupoints. They said, "Aren't these old monks, aren't the monks in Tianlong Temple? Why do they look like their qi and blood are declining...

"You are the strange man Zhengming said?"

The old monk sitting cross-legged, thin, and like half of his body had been buried in the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes radiated dazzling light.

A forcing momentum rolled in, and Long Tian was shocked. The true energy in his body circulated independently and flowed all over his body in an instant.

Fortunately, the old monk was just a test and did not intend to take action. Both sides stopped as soon as they relaxed, and nodded and said, "It is rare to have such a strong internal force at a young age. It is indeed a strange man!"

Long Tian knew that this person was probably the elder Kurong and Rong, who had the highest cultivation level in Tianlong Temple. Although his skin and bones were thin, it was actually the embodiment of the cultivation of "Kurong and Rong Zen" to an extremely profound realm.

He bowed and said, "My younger generation, Long Wudi, have seen the elder."

"Zhengming told you before coming?" Elder Kurong asked casually.

Long Tian frowned, not understanding what the old guy was buried in the gourd, so he paused and said honestly: "Your Majesty only said that one elder wants to see him, but the others have not been explained."

"oh?"

Elder Kurong looked at Long Tian with a funny look, shook his head and stopped talking, but instead looked at the monks beside him and said, "How do you think of this son?"

"It's brave and resourceful, and it's worth it!"

"Smart minded and extremely intelligent!"

"It's a talent!"

"Not arrogant or impatient, I am simple in nature!"

...

The original form, the original view, the original cause, and the original nod.

Elder Kurong chuckled, then looked at Long Tian and said, "It seems that everyone likes you very much."

"This, the elders are in love."

Long Tian was sweating. This was like an emperor's talent show. Everyone likes you and loves yarn.

Elder Kurong suddenly looked solemn and said, "I heard that you have cultivated [Yiyang Finger] to an extremely high level. Can you let me see it?"

Long Tian knew that the plot was about to begin, and he was not artificial at the moment. The true energy surged, flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians, and finally ejaculated through the index finger.

"Puchi0.3!"

His fingers were filled with breath, and a hole with a thumb was poked out on the bluestone ground. It was dark and it was so deep.

All the monks were shocked, and even Elder Kurong couldn't help but be moved, saying, "I have been practicing Yiyang Finger since I was a child. At the age of forty, I have entered the eighth level and are known as an unparalleled genius. You have only been practicing for a few days and have the eighth level of finger power, God's will, God's will!"

"Amitabha!"

All the monks put their hands together and spoke in a loud voice, making it difficult to hide a hint of joy in their eyes.

The next moment, Elder Kurong looked at Long Tian solemnly and said, "I asked you, are you willing to become a monk, worship Tianlong Temple, and be my closed disciple?"

What rice stuff? If you become a monk, you still have to worship your old monk?

Although this is an unsuccessful opportunity for many people, it is not the case for Long Tian. All he wants is the secret book of the [Six-Meridian Divine Sword].
Chapter completed!