Don't Some People Really Think I'm a Devil?

Once in time, before Ning Fan could recognize the era he was living in, he was picked up by an old man non-stop and recognized as a disciple. He only said that he had extraordinary talents and was a rare seed of cultivation. Several senior brothers and sisters also loved him and taught him everything. There's nothing wrong except something a little wrong—— For example, the second senior brother would be struck by lightning on rainy days; The third senior brother always used an embroidery needle to sew and mend his body; The Fourth Senior Sister would disappear without a trace after drinking realgar wine every Dragon Boat Festival; the Fifth Senior Brother would always have dozens of immobile guests standing in his room; Sixth Senior Sister always has endless bugs to catch on her bed, and Seventh Senior Brother always wears a strange flag on his waist. Master often encouraged him to follow the great path and seek truth, and to move forward unswervingly on the road of spiritual practice. He benefited a lot. "But Master, is it right that black smoke comes out of my head every time I circulate Qi?" "Good disciple, don't be suspicious, this is right." "What if I sometimes lose my breath while practicing?" "This just shows that you have entered the Tao." It was not until he came down from the mountain to enter the world that Ning Fan realized that the immortality he cultivated seemed to be different from others. "Why, fellow Taoist, don't you take a sip of each other's magic before fighting?"