The distance of three hundred miles is only a few minutes for Qin Di.

He couldn't help but remember that in his previous life, it took several days to walk 300 miles, but he didn't expect that the change would be so great after practicing Buddhism.

Lan Xingshang lives in the center of the eight thousand acres of spiritual fields. The thousand acres of spiritual fields near the attic are already eighth-level spiritual fields. There is no time to upgrade in the far surrounding areas.

When Qin Di came to the attic, he heard a soft voice coming from inside: "Come in, the door is open."

He pushed the door and walked in, and saw that the space inside was very large and the decoration was magnificent, as if he had suddenly arrived in the palace, completely different from the light and light outside.

The attic is divided into two floors, and I don’t know what to do on it. There is a hall below. There is a huge pearl above my head, shining brightly, like a bright moon. The ground is covered with white jade and golden beads embedded in it, making it look spotless.

Looking around, there are cauldrons, jade, gold nuggets, beads and gravels, carved beams and painted buildings, and bead windows and nets. They do not look like a home of cultivation, but rather like the place where the kings and nobles of Yue live.

Qin Di thought to himself: "Maybe the master came out of the palace. Otherwise, why would it be so luxurious and extremely natural, without the shallowness of a nouveau riche."

Lan Xingshang changed her clothes, her hair was tall on her head, her plum-patterned gauze robe, and her silk-grabbing gold-wire embroidered long skirt, which looked even more elegant and waved to Qin Di: "Come here, sit here, Xiao Qin, where are you from?"

Qin Di sat on a round stool with red sandalwood and replied softly: "I am from Yue."

Lan Xingshang's eyes flashed: "Ningcheng Qin family?"

Qin Di had to nod honestly: "Yes."

Lan Xingshang's expression seemed even more friendly: "Is Qin Lisong from the Qin family still there?"

Qin Di thought about it, searched the memories left by Xiao Qin Di in his mind, and replied, "That's my great uncle, who had passed away twenty years ago."

Lan Xingshang sighed, his expression slightly dim, and said, "I met your uncle a few times back then. It was when he was young and he was elegant and elegant at that time. Unfortunately, he could not stop the destruction of time. No matter how good his talent was, it was blown away by the rain and wind."

Qin Di didn't know what to say, so he could only listen quietly to the other party. He had no feelings for the so-called Taixiao who had never seen before. Not to mention his old Qin Di, even the little Qin Di had never seen Taixiao, but he had seen portraits in the ancestral hall.

Lan Xingshang's mood was obviously a little depressed and said, "Xiao Qin, from now on, I'll call you A Di, okay? I heard that you are a wood spirit root, so can you really only practice wood-type martial arts?"

Qin Di nodded: "Disciple has decided that if you practice wood-type kung fu, you will not regret it."

Lan Xingshang said slowly, "Then I will accept you as my disciple. I will choose a good life in two days. I will invite your senior brothers and sisters to come and meet. In front of everyone, just kowtow a few times, and you will not have the red tape."

Qin Di said OK.

Lan Xingshang asked him some simple questions casually, such as how old he was, whether he was home or not, or what problems he encountered when he came to Chihuozhou to practice.

Qin Di answered honestly, without saying a lie.

Then, Lan Xingshang spent half an hour to explain carefully the cultivation of the Eight Divine Veins to him, and finally sighed: "I have been practicing for more than a hundred years, and now it is the peak of foundation building. If you continue to practice like this, you can achieve the Great Perfection of Foundation Building in less than fifteen years. Unfortunately, there is no follow-up Qinglong Art, and I will be at the top by then. No matter how hard I struggle, it is useless! This is how my master came here. Now I am watching you go to this dead end again, I really can't bear it!"

Qin Di thought for a while and asked, "Master, do you know how the Qinglong Art of this sect was lost? It is said that each school has double insurance for the protection of core secrets. Why is there only one line for the Jindan Sect, Tiemu Zuma?"

Lan Xingshang frowned and said, "It's not just double insurance? There were three lines!"

Qin Di asked in surprise: "How come he will be lost?"

Lan Xingshang sighed: "I have investigated this matter specifically. According to the leader of the sect, Master Guo Zhenren, the Qinglong Art was kept in the dark room of the treasure library, and there was also a mountain guard who memorized the core secret book. Generally speaking, it was okay to lose either of these two! But guess what? It was because the mountain guard rebelled and stole the Qinglong Art in the lower half that both lines were broken at the same time! The ancestor Tiemu was only the third line. After he left the Dead Sea, the mountain guard rebelled! The ancestor Tiemu did not return, so the three lines were all over!"

Qin Di asked, "Where is the mountain guard? Where did he go later?"

"He went to the Yin-Yang Gate of Huayanzhou and eventually died there. At that time, the head of the sect went to question several Jindan elders, but was blocked by the Supreme Elder of Yin-Yang Gate. He said that the guardian came empty-handed and died empty-handed, leaving no magic tricks at all. At that time, the only Yuanying Temu Zhenjun of the Jindan Sect, went to the Dead Sea again, and the rest could not defeat the Yin-Yang Gate, so they could only stare at me!"

"What happened later? After the Jindan Sect had the Yuanying True Lord again? Haven't you ever searched for it?"

"Later, Jindan Sect came to the door many times, but after hard work, many people died, but they could not find the Qinglong Art. Yinyang Gate insisted that they had never seen the Qinglong Art before. If there was no magic trick, there was one of them. If you could beat them, you would beat them. If you could beat them, you would take your life away!"

"I would rather destroy the family than hand over the Qinglong Art?"

"Why is it that easy to destroy a clan? The Yin-Yang Sect is very strong, not much weaker than the Jindan Sect. If you want to destroy the clan, you will be almost the best. Moreover, after careful analysis by the seniors of this sect, the Yin-Yang Sect may not really have the Qinglong Art, because in the past three thousand years, people from the Yin-Yang Sect have never seen similar exercises be used!"

"So the only thing left is to pursue the ancestor Tiemu? Where did the ancestor Tiemu go in the end?"

"According to the sect's classics, Master Tiemu left a message before leaving, saying that he wanted to go around the Dead Sea to find the treasures left by True Lord Buxu Hedao, so that he could merge the spiritual objects of heaven and earth to enter the late stage of the Nascent Soul. He originally said that he would come back in a month, but he would never return!" Speaking of this, Lan Xingshang's face became even more disappointed, as if the road ahead had really been cut off.

Qin Di asked again: "Have you found all around the Dead Sea?"

"Of course I have searched it. I have searched it countless times when I entered the Dead Sea, and I can't get in deeper. This sect only has the middle-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage and cannot go further into the Dead Sea, so I have no choice."

Qin Di thought to himself: "Maybe you will find it after walking ten miles!" He could only comfort him: "Master, don't be anxious. Maybe there will be unexpected changes in ten years. Maybe one day you suddenly fall from the sky, and you will be able to advance to the Golden Pill and Nascent Soul!"
Chapter completed!