To understand this, Chu Xuan sighed: "I'm just an immortal, not an immortal. Those people who fought with me just now are just Buddhist and demon monks. I don't know whether there are immortals left in this world."

On hearing this, Lu Wenhuan was a little bit lost, but somehow, there was a word "immortal" in it. His dark eyes became bright again.

"Do all the immortal practitioners have the ability to move mountains and rivers like immortal masters? Is Shou yuan calculated by tens of thousands of loads? " Lu Wenhuan asked a question again.

Chu Xuan thought about it, and chuxuan chuckled: "you should not think so well about cultivating immortals. If you don't have a root, even if you are cultivating immortals, you don't have to be a Taoist. If you want to have the ability to move mountains and rivers, you have to have the cultivation of Xiantai at least. As for Shou yuan, it's impossible to cultivate without the cultivation of Dongtian."

Speaking of this, Chu Xuan stopped for a moment and continued: "as for whether there is a great ability to cultivate in the world, I doubt it. After all, the aura between heaven and earth is too thin. I really don't know if I can support the cultivation of monks to transform the gods. It's hard to cut the way."

From Chu Xuan here, Lu Wenhuan got the answer he wanted. Although disappointment is inevitable, he still yearns for the way to cultivate immortals.

No longer hesitating, he knelt down on the ground, kneeling and kowtowing, imploring, "please accept me as a disciple! I would like to chop firewood and carry water under the seat of the Celestial Master, serve the left and right, and listen to the teachings all the time. " Lu Wenhuan was a martial arts man. He spoke directly, but he was not gorgeous, but sincere.

Chuxuan was slightly stunned. He originally wanted to refuse directly. Seeing Lu Wenhuan's sincere eyes, he thought and said, "can you give up your wealth and glory?"

"As long as you can follow the immortal master, you can throw away your wealth and glory." Lu Wenhuan's tone is firm, without any hesitation, blurted out.

"Then follow me for the time being! It remains to be seen whether or not you should be taken as an apprentice to see what kind of perseverance you have. " Chu Xuan temporarily promised LV Wenhuan to follow him, but he didn't accept an apprentice directly. He still needed to test and observe. He didn't want to accept a man with a bad heart.

Lu Wenhuan did not lose his heart. He was so happy that he made three bucks and nine obeisances. He said, "thank you for your success. I thank you very much."

Chu Xuan also did not go to correct LV Wenhuan's careful thinking, indifferent way: "get up, let's go into the city."

Lu Wenhuan quickly got up and respectfully let chuxuan go ahead. He was two steps behind and followed closely to the city gate.

Along the way, chuxuan asked LV Wenhuan about the world: "have you ever seen Buddhist monks and Demons participate in the secular struggle?"

Lu Wenhuan was bewildered and said that he did not know: "I have never heard of monks participating in secular struggle. Maybe it is because of the low status of the disciple. I do not know that it is possible."

Chuxuan knew that he was asking for nothing, and he was too lazy to tangle in this question again.

Accompanied by LV Wenhuan, he walked into the gate of the city and stood on the street at the entrance of the gate. His eyes were in a state of depression and dilapidation, and there was almost no sign of vitality.

Only rows of shops full of dust, vaguely visible in the past prosperous, such a scene let chuxuan sigh.

"The mountains are like gathering, and the waves are like anger. It's hard for the people to prosper and the people to die."

Hearing Chu Xuan's frown and lament, Lu Wenhuan felt the same feeling. He could not help but drop his eyelids, his eyes turned red, and his words were choked in his chest. Finally, he turned into a sigh and felt deeply heavy.