bright moon.

It's a common name, but Qin Sang can't forget it.

What a long memory that is.

The figure of a little Taoist priest appeared in front of Qin Sang's eyes, which was still clear.

Mingyue who helped him get a small wooden block to check his injured leg, Mingyue who was happy to know that Taoist Jixin left him behind, Mingyue who worshiped him when he led the stream to the Taoist temple, Mingyue who drooled while watching him barbecue, and

He met the Mingyue who went to the city to feast, the Mingyue who worked hard to study Taoism, medicine and martial arts, the Mingyue who took a medicinal bath in the tank together, and the Mingyue who was the Jixin Taoist who helped the world and saved people...

It's a pity that he left without saying goodbye for some reason, and it turned out to be an eternal farewell.

Qin Sang gently rubbed the Qianjun Ring, and he had always kept the painting painted by Mingyue himself.

The person in the painting is exactly him, and a painting records that happy time.

He didn't see it with his own eyes, but he could imagine Ming Yue's expression when he was painting.

The time spent at Qingyang Temple contains pure and sincere emotions.

It was also Qin Sang's life, a brief but rare moment of tranquility and tranquility. How could he forget it?

Everyone looked at Qin Sang, wondering why he stopped suddenly. After asking, he looked nostalgic and remained silent for a long time.

Qin Sang looked at the young man in front of him.

There are many people named Mingyue in the world.

But for some unknown reason, only this young man brought out the memories about Mingyue that he had buried deep in his heart.

Is it because of that innocent heart?

Qin Sang listened to Zhuque's description and what he saw and heard. Even though he didn't understand the ins and outs, he could still make an accurate guess.

The young man dared to use his mortal body to hunt monsters and beasts, avenge his wife, and dare to argue his case in front of the immortal cultivators. His courage was commendable.

Is that all?

Oh, this boy's talent is average.

The three spiritual roots of metal, fire and wood.

But no matter how good the talent is, it is not a reason to impress Qin Sang. The world is vast and boundless, and there are countless mortals. Heavenly Spiritual Roots may take some time. If Qin Sang wants to find dual spiritual roots, it will not be too difficult.

Moreover, with Qin Sang's current ability, even if he has a bleak talent like Five Spiritual Roots, Qin Sang is sure to push him to Nascent Soul, and he may encounter difficulties in his future attempts to become a god.

Qin Sang looked back on his experiences since coming down the mountain. Perhaps he had lived for too long. No matter what he encountered, he could always think of all kinds of old stories and memories that had been uncovered.

After going down the mountain, I went with the flow and took things as they came. This leisurely feeling invisibly matched the mentality of Qingyang Temple.

After being touched again and again, have you subconsciously wanted to find a sustenance for that memory?

It just so happened that this young man appeared, and he happened to be named Mingyue.

This is probably fate...

Qin Sang thought to himself.

"My name has been Mingyue as long as I can remember. My parents gave it to me. The master said that when I grow up, he will give me a title," the young man replied honestly. Speaking of the master, he showed deep sadness and resentment.

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The two immortals who had been showing off their power just now were kneeling on the ground and trembling.

But the young man could never forget that scene just now.

"What's your last name?" Qin Sang asked.

"The surname is Qin," the young man replied.

Qin Sang was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile. What a fate!

"Are you willing to follow me in cultivating Taoism?" Qin Sang no longer thinks about what is and isn't, he just does whatever he wants and acts according to his heart.

As soon as these words came out, not only Taoist Jingchun, but also Suzaku were a little surprised.

Luohou and Taiyi were surprised and envious.

"You're crazy!"

Zhuque couldn't understand. They just watched a show, why did they give Qin Sang a disciple?

Having traveled so far before, Qin Sang had never revealed the thought of accepting a disciple.

"Just because his surname is Qin? This village seems to be called Qinjiazhuang. The whole village is surnamed Qin. Do you want to take them all in and build a Qinjiazhuang Temple?"

Suzaku flew in front of Qin Sang, staring with round eyes, trying to see what he was thinking, but was flicked away by Qin Sang's finger.

This sentence shocked other people even more. They couldn't believe it, and the whole place was silent.

The two people kneeling on the ground fell into deep despair.

The laws of Xinhuo Temple will not kill them.

But they offended a powerful disciple, and even Master Jingchun wanted to call their senior a powerful disciple!

If the master knew about it, he might not only not intercede on their behalf, but would instead expel them from the master first.

The young man himself was completely stunned.

Seeing the young man acting foolishly and stupidly, the old village chief hated the fact that iron could not become steel. He stretched out his big hand, held down his head and pinned it to the ground, "Why don't you kowtow to Master!"

'boom!'

A solid sound of his head pulled the boy out of his confusion.

"Do you have to leave your hometown to practice Taoism?"

"I am a poor Taoist traveling around the world. If you follow me to practice Taoism, you will naturally have to leave here. Besides, there is a difference between immortals and mortals, and one day we will cut off the world of mortals."

"There is a difference between immortals and mortals," the young man muttered and repeated these four words, and suddenly looked at the two people kneeling on the ground, "After cultivating Taoism, can I also have the power of gods?"

Qin Sang knew what the young man really wanted to ask, "They are not gods, they can only be regarded as cultivators. The same goes for poor Taoists, but their cultivation is higher than them. They can bully mortals at will, and those who are stronger than them can

Immortal cultivators can also be treated in the same way, this is how the world is."

"The way of the world!"

The young man clenched his fists tightly.

Qin Sang didn't say anything more. The young man was very smart and could understand what he meant.

There are a lot of immortal cultivators like him in the world who have a sincere heart, but how many can always maintain their original intention? In the end, after experiencing severe beatings, most of them have learned to be independent.

Besides, can this world really be changed?

I'm afraid it's not as good as a Mahayana monk, and at most it can only transform a place or a time.

"I didn't expect that Pindao would be lucky enough to witness a wonderful story."

Taoist Master Jingchun also saw the clues and interjected, "This little Taoist friend is a blessing in disguise, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future. You can rest assured to follow the Taoist priest to practice Taoism. Qinjiazhuang has my own Xinhuo to watch and protect me, and no one will be allowed to harm me."

Qinjiazhuang deserves nothing!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the two people in front of him with sharp eyes.

"These two men acted recklessly and violated the law. They will not be spared lightly!"

The young man looked back at the villagers and found a woman in the crowd.

The woman was his master's wife. She was deeply affected by the master's death and was so weak that she was bedridden. Something unexpected happened just now and she actually walked out holding on to the wall.

When I came out, I saw the young man falling on the ground. I was so anxious that I almost fell down. Fortunately, Taoist Master Jingchun came to the rescue.

The master's wife was being supported by someone, but the panic and anxiety on her face had not subsided.

Seeing Mingyue looking over, Master's Wife also urged, "Mingyue, why don't you go and see Master quickly. If you have a future, Master is knowledgeable, and I will definitely be happy for you. Master's Wife has so many people to take care of you, so you don't have to worry."

With tears in his eyes, the young man no longer hesitated and kowtowed heavily, "Disciple pays homage to master."

Qin Sang nodded, pondered for a moment and said, "Today, my master, I will pick a word for you on behalf of your master. From now on, I will call you Yulang. It is a word and a Taoist name."

Like the virtue of jade, like the brightness of the moon.

"Yulang, what a name! What a Taoist title! The senior's acceptance of disciples under the rule of my Xinhuo Temple is also a great blessing for our Xinhuo Temple. I have to celebrate it! Seniors and fellow Taoists might as well transfer this temple and let the poor

The Tao expresses one's feelings..."

Taoist Master Jingchun is more enthusiastic than Master Qin Sang.

"Practitioners don't have so many etiquettes," Qin Sang shook his head, handed Qin Yulang a jade vase, and said via voice transmission, "These elixirs can regulate qi and blood and prolong life. You can say goodbye to your relatives and friends properly, and I will go to the place where you killed the demons as a master."

you."

After saying that, Qin Sang and others disappeared from the eyes of the villagers in a flash, leaving Taoist Master Jingchun with a look of regret.

"Do you really want to take on a disciple?"

Suzaku still couldn't figure it out and continued to ask questions after landing on the top of the mountain.

"I just want to take on a disciple. Can I find a junior brother for Xiao Wu to be my companion?" Qin Sang rubbed Xiao Wu's hair.

In his mind, some figures emerged, Li Yuaxu, Mei Gu, Bai Hanqiu, Shen Chen...
To be continued...