Wu Feng and Long Xing'er lived separately. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed in his house, with a strange look in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that I would be a handyman disciple again. Is it fate?"
"No matter what, cultivation is the most important thing. The aura of the outside world alone is already so rich. The aura of Huayang Sect must be even denser. Even if you are a handyman disciple, with such a good environment, you can
Practice harder."
Wu Feng pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation.
Two days later.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came over the hospital where Wu Feng and the two were hospitalized. Wu Feng woke up from his practice, counted with his fingers, and knew that the time had come. He quickly went out and saw the sky above the courtyard.
, there is a small boat made of paper floating in the air, on which stands a young man in a red robe, with a golden crow embroidery on his chest, which is very gorgeous.
"It's you two, come up." The red-robed young man said calmly.
Wu Feng immediately took Long Xing'er's hand and flew to the boat. Looking carefully, the boat was actually very thin, as fragile as paper.
Long Xing'er flew so high that she turned pale with fright. When she stood on the boat, her legs were trembling and she almost collapsed.
"Don't worry, this spiritual paper boat is very strong. Even if it carries a small mountain, it will be easy." The red-robed young man glanced at Long Xing'er and said calmly.
Long Xing'er's pretty face turned pink and she lowered her head in shame.
Wu Feng sat down casually and said nothing.
The young man in red robe said: "Sit tight." As he said that, he raised his hand and the boat flew away like a flying sword. The strong wind swept in and was blocked by a shield outside the boat. Nothing leaked in. It was extremely dangerous.
Stable.
After Long Xing'er got used to it, she couldn't help but look around curiously, her watery eyes full of shock and excitement.
Wu Feng leaned casually on the boat and closed his eyes to rest.
The speed of the boat was astonishing, and it left Luoxian City in the blink of an eye. In the eyes of the three people on the boat, this huge city became smaller and smaller, until it was only as big as a palm, and was then obscured by a large mountain that climbed over it.
After walking forward for half a day, crossing countless mountains and rivers, they finally came to a stretch of mountains. After arriving here, Wu Feng clearly felt that the spiritual energy around him had become denser, about two or three times that of the outside world.
Looking around, among the continuous mountains, there are indifferent clouds and mist, and the peaks reaching into the sky are looming, like sleeping giant beasts. Thousand-foot-high waterfalls pour down from the peaks, like jade dragons roaring, with great momentum.
Majestic, vigorous and magnificent.
Bursts of cranes' chirping came from the peaks, echoing the sound of the waterfall, resounding for thousands of miles, like a fairyland.
On this mountain peak, there are towering dark-blue ancient trees and giant vines, which look like a wild forest, full of mystery and thrills.
And in the hazy white mist, you can vaguely see many palaces built on the top of the mountains, which seem real and illusory, floating like mirages, making people unable to believe their eyes.
Wu Feng and Long Xinger were stunned.
This is Xianmen!
A holy place for cultivators!
"We're here." The red-robed young man said calmly.
The boat flew away and came to the mountains. As the distance got closer, Wu Feng could clearly see that there were bluestone roads built on these mountains, and there were some people dressed as servants walking carrying water. There were also
In some flat squares, some people were sitting cross-legged, seemingly listening to someone preach.
Wu Feng seemed to have entered a magnificent world.
This is the sect in the world of immortality!
Countless disciples gathered, all of them talented and gifted.
Listen to sermons, read scriptures, and learn magic every day.
Countless servants serve you.
There are also handyman disciples who help raise spiritual birds and cultivate spiritual fields.
Wu Feng took a deep breath, with a hint of excitement in his eyes. This was the place of cultivation. He was indeed right!
At this time, the boat came to a peak and landed. In front of it was a mountain gate, guarded by more than a dozen red-robed disciples.
The young man in red robe put away the boat and said to Wu Feng and the others, "Follow me."
Wu Feng and the others followed suit.
The young man in red robe came to the gate of the mountain, showed his bronze token, and then passed in smoothly. He ran straight along the bluestone road and came to a palace on the top of the mountain. Then he turned back to Wu Feng and said: "I will take you first."
Go to the Auxiliary Disciple Academy, and then the elders will assign you a position."
Wu Feng nodded.
The young man in red robe took him into the palace. The palace was very spacious, and there was only an old man sleeping on his stomach, snoring loudly.
The young man in red robe said to Wu Feng: "When he wakes up, just come to him if you need anything."
Wu Feng nodded.
The red-robed young man said nothing more and said to Long Xing'er, "Follow me."
Long Xing'er hesitated for a moment, looked at Wu Feng, and said: "Senior, I..."
Wu Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, he will arrange it for you."
After hearing this, Long Xing'er left with the red-robed young man.
Wu Feng watched the two of them leave, then withdrew his gaze, looked around, and secretly admired in his heart that the palace here, which was responsible for the duties of miscellaneous disciples, was as luxurious as the Elder's Palace of the Zhuyin Sect.
A few hours later, the old man woke up leisurely. He raised his eyelids listlessly and said to Wu Feng: "Are you the new handyman disciple?"
Wu Feng nodded honestly.
The old man said calmly: "How long have you been waiting?"
Wu Feng said: "I haven't counted, it should be soon."
The old man squinted his eyes and said: "In our Huayang Sect, the handyman disciples have two duties. The first is to raise spiritual birds, and the second is to grow medicinal herbs. Which one do you like?"
"Grow medicinal herbs." Wu Feng said without thinking.
A smile appeared on the old man's face and he said: "Growing medicinal herbs is a good job, and ordinary handyman disciples can't get it. However, for the sake of letting me have a good sleep, I will recommend it to you.
.”
Wu Feng was startled for a moment, and then said: "Thank you, senior."
The old man took out a thin book from the drawer and said: "Your name."
"Wu Feng."
"age."
"eighteen."
The old man sketched a few strokes on the book, then took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, wrote a few strokes on it, and then folded the white paper into a paper crane.
The strange thing is that the paper cranes moved like a living creature and flew out of the hall.
"Dongmen Fairy is short of a handyman disciple who grows spiritual grass, and I have assigned you to it." The old man put down the book and said to Wu Feng: "I will have someone send you there later. When Fairy Dongmen comes, she will
I will teach you how to grow spiritual grass. This Dongmen Fairy is a disciple of the inner sect, and her strength is extremely respected. You must not neglect her, otherwise, you may be expelled from the sect, or you may be shot to death on the spot!"
Wu Feng's heart trembled, and he whispered: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."
"Well, go ahead." The old man waved his hand.
Wu Feng resigned from him and when he came outside the hall, he saw a red-robed Taoist boy waiting here. He greeted him and said: "Master Wu, the master asked me to take you to Dongmen Fairy's Lingshan, come with me.
"As he said that, he raised his hand and summoned a small white paper boat.
Wu Feng saw that this boat was the same as that of the red-robed young man before. His eyes flashed and he got on the boat without asking any questions.
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I don’t know if it’s because my hand is really disabled, or because I write too slowly. The world of immortality is a big stage. I reorganized the outline today, so the first update was published at 4 o’clock in the morning, which is very embarrassing.