Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

"Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things, and all things bear yin and embrace yang. Therefore, Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to two appearances, two appearances give birth to four images, four images give birth to eight trigrams, and eight trigrams together cover the sky number......"

A burst of loud noises resounded in the Zixiao Palace 33 days away. The leader was an old man sitting cross-legged on a futon. His beard and hair were all white, surrounded by immortal energy. Yixianlu, with a soothing and graceful tone, presumably he recited it proficiently.

Under the old man's futon, there was a man in white clothes who seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping. He closed his eyes and yawned. Although he was handsome and unrestrained, his sleeping appearance at this time was really not flattering.

This Zixiao Palace is the dojo of the ancestor Hongjun who turned into chaos when the heaven and the earth were not opened and the void was not divided.

Ancestor Hongjun was the head of all the immortals. Naturally, not ordinary people could enter his dojo. This white-haired old man had a kind face, which made people feel kind when they saw him.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

The snoring of the white-clothed man became louder and louder, and gradually covered the noise of the white-haired old man.The man in white didn't seem to know, he snorted for a while, then turned around, and lay down on the ground with a plop.

That's not to mention, he seemed to feel the itching on his body, so he stretched out his hand and scratched his butt a few times. The white-haired old man saw this scene, and he frowned slightly, then shook his head and sighed.

Especially when he said: "Closing the number of days of the week", the white-haired old man shut his mouth, his arms were as white as jade, exuding a pure white and crystal luster.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap hit the white-clothed young man's buttocks. This slap was made by the white-haired old man using a divine light, which turned into a palm and slapped hard.

"Ow!"

The man in white uttered a scream that was almost like howling a wolf. He rolled on the ground, and when his injured butt was about to hit the ground, he suddenly rolled over beautifully, and he stood up.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at the white-haired old man on the futon, said nothing, with a slightly angry face, and slowly knelt down on the ground.

"Master, the disciple is convicted!"

The man in white said these eight words, but he was muttering in his heart: "Hmph, you actually threw me into Zixiao Palace, I, Qin Fan, will never end with you!"

He cursed in his heart, although he didn't say anything, the white-haired old man could peep into the depths of his heart.

"Yes, I will not scold him in the future."

He said he would not scold him, but he was really not convinced in his heart. This white-clothed man was either someone else or Qin Fan who had come to the Conferred God World after fighting against the Continent.

After he left the Dou Po Continent, he was taken to the Conferred God World by the system. Originally, he wanted to go to Kunlun Mountain to see the world.

This Kunlun Mountain is the site of Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of Chanjiao, and his Yuxu Palace is on Kunlun Mountain. With such a good fairy fate, Qin Fan naturally wants to take a peek.

That night, the moon was missing like a hook, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. He lay down in the void, hiding behind a cloud and mist, seeing the bright lights in Yuxu Palace, and he wanted to peek at Yuanshi Tianzun's Taoism.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought flashed across his mind, he felt his whole body tense up, being firmly bound by a streamer of light.

His face was slightly stern, and he was even more shocked, thinking that the people of Yuxu Palace had noticed it, so he said immediately: "I am..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a lump in his mouth, and suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, as if his vocal cords were blocked, and he could only whine.

This was the first time he entered various worlds. At this time, he sighed in his heart: "It is said that there are many great people in the world of Conferred Gods. Who would have expected that he would be caught just after entering the world of Conferred Gods?" .”

He has always been arrogant, how could he be caught?

Immediately, killing thoughts moved in my heart.

But don't wait for him to do it.

He only heard the man let out a slight sigh, and suddenly felt a spiritual pressure coming, and he didn't know what happened.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes, and saw himself in a wilderness, an old man with a white beard, smiling foolishly at him.

He was startled when he saw this, and then he was taken aback. He jumped up hastily, and just when he stood up, he saw the old man with white beard.

Immortal energy lingered on him, and he seemed to be a master of Taoism. At this time, Qin Fan's systematic investigation technique also told him some information about the old man with white beard.

"The founding Yuanling, a great god who appeared at the very beginning of the universe, has a very high level of cultivation and is unfathomable. There are not many disciples under him, but all of them are founding saints, such as: Emperor Pangu, Patriarch Hongjun!"

Seeing that the white-bearded old man was the founding Yuanling, Qin Fan was overjoyed, and he quickly knelt down on the ground with a smile on his face.

It should be noted that the founding Yuanling is the number one god ancestor, and even the famous ancestor Hongjun is his disciple. If he worships the founding Yuanling as his teacher, wouldn't he be walking sideways in the world of conferred gods?

Thinking of this, his heart became even more excited!

"Qin Fan, you and I are destined, how about this, I am used to being free and carefree, I don't want to be tied down by the world, I will send you a good place."

As soon as the words fell, he grinned.

Seeing the strange face of the white-bearded old man, Qin Fan suddenly felt a chill hit his back. He knew very well that the good place mentioned by the founding Yuan Ling must be good. However, which good place can compare with He founded Yuan Ling?

At this time, as soon as the founder Yuanling's words fell, Qin Fan shook his head again and again, with an extremely dissatisfied expression on his face.

"No, going to three houses is worse than entering one. Your old man has accepted many disciples, so why not accept me as one? Besides, I can cook all kinds of delicacies."

He thought that any white-bearded old man like this would feel as if his soul was hooked when he heard the word "food", and his feet were like lead, and he couldn't walk anymore.

Who knows, the founding Yuan Ling snorted when he heard the words, he snorted and said: "Little boy, don't think that you can use delicious food to keep this deity. In my eyes, it's all like dung, it's all like dung!"

He didn't know Qin Fan's systematic probing technique, and he already knew that he was the founding Yuanling. At this time, he was triumphant, and didn't tell Qin Fan his true identity.

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged. His body was filled with fairy energy, and he seemed to be trapped in a chaotic cloud.

This scene was watched by Qin Fan. He knew that the founding Yuan Ling was sitting by the side, waiting for him to make delicious food.

In fact, Qin Fan's system panel still has a lot of condiments, he smiled slightly, and walked with his sword, and it didn't take long to enter a dense forest.

He was agile, and his swordsmanship was super fast. Seeing a flock of pheasants flying out one after another, he grabbed two or three at random.

Although he can freeze some fresh food, he still likes the original taste. Thinking of this, he washed and peeled it by the river.After picking a few more lotus leaves, I returned to the wilderness where the founding Yuanling was.