Mozhou Yunlin.

Tianji Mountain.

Tianji Mountain is also known as the Inverted Peak. It is named because it is wide on top and narrow on the bottom, and looks like a top standing on the earth.

It is said that this is because during the ancient war, Tianji Mountain, which was originally circling nine heavens, was slashed by a powerful sword with boundless divine power, and then fell to the ground.

However, some people say that Tianji Mountain was originally like this, and the reason is naturally the Tianji Hall standing on the top of Tianji Mountain. If it weren't for intention, how could such a magnificent and huge palace group be built?

The immortal used the magical art of magic to open mountains and build palaces, and walked against the sky, and turned the world upside down. So someone said that this is the way to cause disaster in the Tianji Sect. He went against the sky and eventually fell into destruction by heaven.

Right and wrong, cause and effect are no longer important. What is important is that the mountains are still there, people are still there, and the Tianji Gate still exists.

On the flat peak, the hall is magnificent, with treasures and radiant lights.

The clouds sounded like the sound of heaven came slowly. Below were the disciples chanting the Taoist scriptures together. The sound was vast and the spirit was solemn.

It was the evening class that the disciples of Tianji Sect were practicing evening class at this moment, but they saw a man in green flying over the sky in the distance, followed by a young man in white standing on the clouds, but he was a little shaking, showing that he was not a cultivator.

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

Xin Xiaoye, who was doing evening class, saw a man in green and greeted him.

Xin Xiaoye gave birth to a small round face, and when she smiled, she looked like a child. Although she was not beautiful, she was very cute.

When the man in green in the air saw him, he raised his fingers to Xin Xiaoye and slapped. Xin Xiaoye realized something and turned to look ahead. When he saw Xin Ranzi's face sank: "Don't make noise!"

Xin Xiaoye stuck out his tongue and sat back.

Qing Lin had already brought the young man in white to Xin Ranzi and gave a gift: "Master, I've brought it back."

Xin Ranzi nodded and stood up and said, "You can continue to study the courses, so you must not make noise."

He had turned around and went back to the hall, and Qinglin followed in with the boy in white.

Seeing the master leave, the disciples below whispered to each other.

"Who is that white clothes?"

"I don't know."

"It seems like the newcomer brought back by Senior Brother Fourth."

"So that's a newly accepted disciple?"

"Congratulations to junior sister, from now on, you are no longer the youngest."

The senior brothers and sisters congratulated Xin Xiaoye one after another, and Xin Xiaoye snorted: "Rare!"

But his face was filled with uncontrollable joy, and he was obviously very happy to leave the smallest sequence of his master.

Following Qinglin and Xin Ranzi all the way into the hall, Ning Ye looked at the old man in front of him as he walked.

Is he the head of Tianji Sect?

The old man looked a bit fairy-like. I heard that he was already 150 years old, but he looked only about fifty years old, with a red face and not even wrinkles.

The stick in his hand should be the Tianji stick, right? The stick is round and about three feet long, and is engraved with wonderful runes. Every time he paused, a golden wheel would rise from the ground and then flash and disappear.

I don’t know what kind of stone the floor is made of, but the runes and secret spells are also arranged, making a bang when hitting, but silent when stepping on it.

The entire Tianji Hall is made of various rare stones that Ning Ye had never seen and heard of. After being paired with rune secret words, it is dazzling and becomes more mysterious and tall.

Xin Ranzi walked through the hall and came to a quiet room in the back wing, where he sat down.

He said to Qing Linning at night: "Sit down."

Ning Ye was still hesitating, and Qing Lin said, "The master gave him a seat, you don't have to be polite."

Ning Ye sat cross-legged opposite Xin Ranzi. To be honest, he was really uncomfortable with this sitting posture.

Xin Ranzi looked at Ning Ye. The boy in front of him was not very old, but he was neither humble nor arrogant. He did not have the panic of ordinary people when they first went up the mountain, nor did he have the unique arrogance of a boy. He was so calm that he was rare, and he exuded a calmness that he did not deserve at this age.

Now Xin Ranzi believes a little about what Qing Lin said.

"You are Bai Yu?" he said.

"Yes, disciple Bai Yu, I have seen Master." Ning Ye said.

Unexpectedly, Xin Ranzi shook her head: "Your words are a bit untrue. This is not your real name."

Ning Ye was stunned. He knew that people who were cultivating immortals had unique skills, but he didn't expect that even such things could be noticed. He was stunned for a moment and said, "I used to have another name, but the past things are gone. Although Bai Yu's name was taken later, it was the only name I used here, and it was not all false."

Xin Ranzi nodded: "This is the truth. There are indeed mysterious things in your origin. I can't see through it, but it's not surprising. After all, you brought it..."

Xin Ranzi said as he stretched out his hand and pointed at Ning Ye a little.

Ning Ye's body trembled, and the light suddenly shone brightly in his body, and then something appeared from Ning Ye's body.

It was a model-sized ancient temple, which was quaint, but it looked damaged everywhere, but it was hidden in it, shining with endless mysterious brilliance. You can see that it was not an ordinary thing at a glance.

Xin Ranzi was obviously excited: "Qianji Palace... It's indeed Qianji Palace..."

Although he had known the result, Xin Ranzi could not hide his excitement when he saw Qianji Palace again at this moment.

The Tianji Sect was once an ancient immortal sect. When it was prosperous, it was even more powerful and all immortals surrendered.

However, when the prosperity is overwhelming, in order to consolidate its position, to overcome the laws of heaven and create glory in the world, the Tianji Sect resolutely decided to use the power of the world to build the Thousand Ji Temple. However, when the Thousand Ji Temple was about to be completed, it was besieged by thousands of immortals, and the Thousand Ji Temple also shattered and disappeared in this battle and disappeared.

In order to recreate the glory of Tianji Sect, the leaders of all generations have been working hard to find Qianji Hall.

Unexpectedly, Xin Ranzi finally saw it today.

Xin Ranzi tried to capture Qianji Hall, but Qianji Hall was unmoved and just floated beside Ning Ye.

Ning Ye lowered his head and said, "This thing has recognized the master's disciple..."

When he said this, he was nervous and worried, which was the biggest adventure in his life.

Xin Ranzi saw his concern: "Are you worried, are you afraid that I will kill you and seize the treasure?"

Ning Ye gritted his teeth and answered directly: "Yes."

Xin Ranzi asked with a smile: "Since that's the case, why did you still make that choice?"

"Because my disciples chose to believe in the master's character." Ning Ye replied.

"The road of immortality is ruthless, and trusting someone casually can only mean that you are stupid."

"So the disciples did not trust them at will, but spent a year to understand them."

“A year is still too short.”

"I also want to know for a longer time, but God will do so, and good fortune will make people."

"Maybe, God can't wait too long, and more likely, God also wants to see your choice..." Xin Ranzi said meaningfully.

Qinglin and Ning Ye’s first encounter was a year ago.

That day, Qing Lin was riding his horse, and the breeze blew his face, causing the boiling blood in his heart to slightly reduce.

This blood was a little after the elegance of his life after he had just wiped out the eighteen bandits in Yunshui Village. He was proud in his heart, but he saw a woodcutter drinking in the pavilion in a small pavilion by the roadside.

Just glanced at the woodcutter, Qing Lin felt that he was extraordinary.

Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, his clothes were cleaned up. The strangest thing was that he had short hair, which looked like a monk, but he was not afraid of wine and meat.

A rabbit was roasting on the rack and a wine pot in his hand.

The wine is filled with fragrance and rich fragrance.

The fragrance penetrated the nose, and Qinglin couldn't help but blurted out "Good wine".

The woodcutter looked at him: "It turns out that he is a wine-knowing person. It is rare to come over and have a drink whenever he drinks a drink."

When Qinglin heard what he said, he got off the horse and with a casual move, the horse turned into a small wooden horse and fell into his hands.

Qinglin held the wooden horse and walked away. The woodcutter was not afraid, but just looked at him with his big eyes open, his eyes were clear and fearless.

Qing Lin said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

The woodcutter asked, "Why are you afraid of?"

"I am a person who cultivates immortals."

The immortal way is ruthless, and immortals are never good people, both good and evil are involved.

However, because immortals are naturally powerful, they have no laws to determine and cannot be restrained, human nature is declining and arrogant.

It would be fine if you meet that good immortal, but if you meet an evil immortal, you will kill people at any time if you say something wrong. There are many people who kill people without saying too much.

For this reason, when ordinary people see immortals, they retreat endlessly, and few people take the initiative to invite them like woodcutters.

Although Qinglin claims to be a character, he does not expect that ordinary people will take the initiative and be enthusiastic when they see him, so he said this.

The woodcutter said, "You smell the fragrance of wine. If I don't invite you, and you want to drink it, wouldn't you have a reason to kill me? It would be better if I took the initiative to invite you, but I might be able to avoid death."

Qing Lin laughed: "That's the case, but not many people who are not in danger of encountering immortals. Since you have the will, I'm not polite."

As he said that, he had already come over and picked up the woodcutter's wine pot. He didn't bother him to drink it, so he raised his head and fell down.

The wine was filled with the heart, and the heart filled with enthusiasm. Qinglin felt the aftertaste of the memory and smiled and said, "I have never drunk this wine. I think it was brewed by you by yourself, right? It's a good craft."

The woodcutter ignored it and just sat alone on the railing, looking into the distance, murmured: "I have a pot of wine that can comfort the wind and dust, pour out all the rivers and seas, and give it to the people of the world."

Qing Lin was stunned when he heard this and blurted out: "What a courage! Good wine, better poetry. I have never heard of this poem, did you make it yourself?"

The woodcutter shook his head: "But others do it, they dare not take credit."

Qing Lin then looked at the woodcutter carefully.

In today's world, people are struggling to survive, and they have little reading of poetry and books.

Although this woodcutter said that poetry was not what he did, he still seemed to be extraordinary when he listened to his words and deeds and looked at his demeanor.

Qinglin became interested in him, so he talked about poetry with him. He suddenly realized that this person was so talented and knowledgeable that he was rare in the world and was not an ordinary person, so he became a little interested in him.

After drinking wine and eating meat, he tore a rabbit leg and then left.

Three days later, Qinglin arrived again, but appeared directly at the woodcutter's house, a dilapidated wooden house.

Bring a sheep.
To be continued...