It is said that five thousand years ago, there were not as many cultivators in Tuyan City as there are today. Most of them were mortals and there were officials above them.

Ziyuan's ancestor was named Wang, and his ancestor was a wealthy man in the city. His father was good at charity and generous, and even opened a warehouse to store grain in times of disaster to save people from floods and fires. He had a good reputation in Tuyan City.

Ancestor Ziyuan, however, devoted himself to Taoism and entered a monastic school to practice hard in his youth. However, due to his limited qualifications, he practiced hard for ten years without success and did not even enter the Kaiyuan realm, so he gave up practicing Taoism to help his father run the family.

Ancestor Zi Yuan is kind-hearted, and after ten years of hard training, his character is more calm, but his good deeds are contrary to his father's, and he never makes it public. If his father omits something, he will do it secretly, and if his father fails to do it, he will do it secretly. He also completed the work quietly.

Whenever there is injustice in Tu Yan City, he will step forward to fight against the injustice or resolve it, but he will never leave his name behind. Even if the government decides the case unfairly, he will take care of it and secretly collect evidence to vindicate the wronged person.

What's more, he once sneaked into the prison and lived in the same room with the criminals for several days, carefully understanding whether there was any injustice, and then secretly reported the situation of the wronged criminals to the government, which also caused a headache for the government.

However, the evidence was conclusive, and due to the power and prestige of the Wang family, the original criminal had to be acquitted.

During those days, there were very few unjust cases in Tu Yan City, and it was all thanks to Patriarch Zi Yuan.

Ancestor Zi Yuan had a dream when he was fifty years old, in which an immortal descended to earth.

The immortal said: "There are sun and moon in the sky, which are divided into yin and yang. Your father's actions are yang good, and everyone knows about your good deeds. Therefore, your family is prosperous and you can live for hundreds of years. But your actions are yin good, and you do good but no one knows it. You are not trying to gain fame. Your original life span is a hundred years, but your actions are in line with the law of heaven and beneficial to the people. Therefore, I grant you a life span of five hundred years. I hope that you will stick to your heart and benefit all people. Don't make mistakes."

Then, the immortal floated away.

The next day, Patriarch Ziyuan had an epiphany, cleared up all the problems he had failed to achieve after ten years of hard training, and miraculously entered the Kaiyuan realm.

After that, he made rapid progress and cultivated to the golden elixir realm, and founded the Ziyuan Sect. He was established in the sect when he was more than 500 years old.

It is unknown whether this matter is true or not, but the ancestor of Ziyuan is indeed a master of the golden elixir realm, and he indeed lived for more than 500 years. Of course, the lifespan of a master of the golden elixir is more than 500 years, and few people exceed 600 years. .

While those who cultivate the Tianyuan Mirror live for more than two hundred years, those who cultivate the Lingtai Mirror live for more than one hundred years, and those who cultivate the Kaiyuan Realm live slightly longer than ordinary people.

The current head of the Ziyuan Sect is a descendant of the Wang family, the twenty-second grandson of the ancestor of Ziyuan, and the Wang family is also in charge of the top management of the Ziyuan Sect.

Zhou Yang heard Uncle Zhong tell about this matter, but he did not believe that Patriarch Zi Yuan had a dream and entered Taoism. There must be some exaggeration.

However, his work was also influenced by this story. He was kind to others, kept a low profile, and did not offend others unless they offended him.

Of course, he also had another thought in his heart, that is, if anyone offends me, I will retaliate a hundredfold.

It was already morning when Zhou Yang returned to Tu Yan City. The city gate had just opened, and the only remaining teleportation circle outside the city gate was guarded by several Ziyuan Sect disciples.

This formation has been around for thousands of years, is exclusive to Ziyuan Sect, and is connected to Anping City, which is closest to Tu Yan City.

When he passed by the teleportation array, the disciples of the Ziyuan Sect didn't pay much attention, because at this time Zhou Yang was unkempt and disheveled, and his clothes were in rags, almost like a beggar. You would never recognize him unless you looked closely.

The north side of the Ziyang River in the city is the busiest place in the city. Shops of all sizes and pavilions stretch for ten miles and are crowded with people. It is very spectacular.

Further to the north is Jiefang City, a place where small traders who cannot afford to rent shops set up stalls. They can buy and sell freely and are very popular.

Zhou Yang entered the city, crossed the Ziyoufang City, and passed the Qingyang Bridge. Occasionally, there were birds chirping and whistling overhead, and he could vaguely see a cultivator sitting on the bird. This was a flying spiritual beast.

In Tu Yan City, flying magic weapons and magic weapons are too expensive and have very few users. Even this flying spiritual beast cannot be ridden by low-level cultivators.

When they arrived at the gate of Ziyuan Sect, the gatekeeper saw Zhou Yang coming and was about to stop him when Zhou Yang said, "I am Zhou Yang. You two brothers have worked hard."

The gatekeeper disciples looked at Zhou Yang who was in ragged clothes with a strange look in their eyes. One of them said: "It turns out that Junior Brother Zhou is back. I haven't seen him for many days. Why is it like this?"

"It's hard to explain. Is Master Zhong at the door?" Zhou Yang shook his head mockingly and asked again.

"Oh, Uncle Zhong has told me that if you come back, you must go see him immediately. Uncle Zhong is at the door right now."

"Thank you two senior brothers. I will go see my uncle right now." After saying that, Zhou Yang saluted the two outer disciples and walked towards the sect.

"Oh, it's another unlucky guy. It's just that this kid didn't come back after the deadline. Why is he acting like a beggar? How miserable!"

"He is also quite pitiful. It is not easy for an orphan to reach this day. He was expelled from the sect... ugh!"

The outer disciples practice at the foot of Ziyuan Peak, the inner disciples practice on the mountainside, and the elite disciples and senior leaders of the sect practice at the top of the mountain.

Ziyuan Peak is the highest mountain in the city, and there are many training venues. There are thousands of houses in the outer gate area alone.

There is a large square at the foot of the mountain with a square high platform in the middle. This is where the sect's sons compete. The platform is covered with formations and is usually closed. Competitors must apply to use it.

The competition square is a must-go place for entering the sect. Next to the competition platform, there is a huge stone tablet with a name list. There is a list of the top 100 disciples in the competition every month, which changes every month.

The words on the stele disappear and appear. They are not carved, but projected on the stele using a formation method. It is very strange.

In addition to displaying rankings, the list also has the function of announcing matters within the sect, such as awards and punishments.

Zhou Yang walked straight to the ranking tablet. On the tablet was the ranking of this month's competition. He saw a familiar name: Binglan.

Binglan is an elite disciple in the sect, in the middle stage of the Lingtai realm. She is the person who appears in his dreams every day. She is probably also the person in the dreams of many male disciples in the sect.

In fact, Zhou Yang had only seen Binglan from a distance a few times. Every time she was surrounded by elite disciples, he felt his heart beat faster when he only saw her from a distance among a pack of wolves.

Binglan is sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure, a slender waist, snow-white skin, and delicate facial features as if carved from white jade. She does not apply makeup on weekdays, wears a plain skirt, and has hibiscus blooming from the clear water. She has naturally removed the carvings, showing a natural

Elegant beauty.

Not only is she beautiful, but her cultivation level is also high. She entered the middle stage of Lingtai very early, and should be in the later stage now, much higher than Zhou Yang.

Not only that, Binglan is also proficient in music and painting, and the music in her hand is like the fairy music in the empty valley, which makes people intoxicated.

Although Zhou Yang loves beauty, he is also self-aware. He is handsome, tall and talented, but his status is average and his wealth is average. His net worth is not accurate. He should be poor, very poor, so in most cases it is just a fantasy.

But today, in such a desolate situation, when he saw the name of the lover in his dreams, he felt a little impulsive.

"When I get rich and my skills improve, I'll swat those flies to death first. Then...hehehehe!"

If anyone saw it at this time, they would definitely be very curious. A beggar stood blankly under the stone monument, drooling, and his eyes were straight. He looked like he was either crazy or stupid.

Suddenly, Zhou Yang woke up from his fantasy. He also felt his own saliva. He hurriedly wiped it with his hand and glanced around guiltily. Then he straightened his ragged clothes and continued to look at the stone tablet.

The ranking list showed half a stick of incense and then disappeared, and a few lines of text appeared: "Five days later, the disciple promotion competition will begin."

"Elder Wang will select direct disciples from among the newly promoted inner disciples."

"Outer disciples Wu Longzhong and Zhou Yang have violated the sect's rules and will be expelled from them with immediate effect."

There are others who are as unlucky as himself. When Zhou Yang saw it, he was not much surprised, but he felt a little sad in his heart.

During his five years in the Ziyuan Sect, he has regarded the sect as his home, with some reluctance to leave it and some unwillingness to do so.

"If I tell the sect about the elixir prescription, I may be able to stay, but can I ensure my own safety? Although I don't know much about the secrets of the elixir, it is a priceless treasure to some people! Once the news is leaked, it is difficult to guarantee that the sect will not be safe.

There will be people who want to seize the treasure and silence them. Faced with such temptation, people's hearts are unpredictable and they must never reveal the secret of their treasure to anyone." Zhou Yang thought to himself.

"Uncle Master, you can be in the house!" Zhou Yang said loudly in front of the door of a monastery.

"Little Yangzi! Is that you?" Leaning slightly, a deep and deep voice came from inside the room.

"It's the disciple."

"Come in quickly."

Zhou Yang pushed open the door and walked in. A cultivator in gray clothes was standing up from the futon. He was in his fifties, with a thin face and a medium build. His face was a little red and he looked at Zhou Yang, very excited.

"See Uncle Master!"

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back." Uncle Zhong didn't ask anxiously why Zhou Yang came back late, but asked with concern: "Are you injured? Is it serious?"

Uncle Zhong stretched out his hand to reach for his wrist, took a few breaths and breathed softly: "I suffered internal injuries, but I'm fine now. What happened?"

Zhou Yang felt hot in his heart, "Uncle, my son has been trapped in Chuanyun Peak recently..."

He roughly recounted the previous process to Uncle Zhong, but omitted the key points of the alchemy. He only said that he was hiding in a tree hole. He also put wild meat in the house and asked Uncle Zhong to try it.

"It's really strange that there is such a strange place under Chuanyun Peak. I hope you're fine, but... alas!"

"Uncle, you don't have to be like this. This disciple is here to say goodbye to your uncle."

"It seems that you already know. I asked the sect for ten more days of leave for you. In addition to completing the tasks within the sect, this is the longest leave for the outer disciples. Then you did not return to the sect. The criminal law elder learned

For this matter, you will be expelled according to the sect's rules. I have begged the elders for mercy, but unfortunately I have not been granted."

"Thank you, uncle. It's okay. I've found a good place. There's no need to worry, uncle."

"Finding a good place? Where? How to practice in the future?"

"I have rented a house and will continue to practice. Master, don't worry."

After a long silence, Uncle Zhong said: "That's fine. There are some spiritual stones here. You can take them and settle down first."
Chapter completed!