"Humph!" Suddenly they heard a cold snort, and everyone's eyes were blurred. When they looked closely, they saw that the goatee had been kicked far away by one of the shorter elders. www [ ] [Ye*]
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"How can you run wild in Jilei Mountain Holy Land? Get lost!"
Seeing that the elder was angry, Goatee was in a hurry and was afraid of getting up. He gritted his teeth bitterly. Under the guidance of the brother on duty, he did not dare to stay for a moment longer. He searched for the teleportation array in the last hall in despair, turned around and left the mountain behind.
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"Miao'an, take them down the mountain. As for you, follow me." The low elder gave up and returned. The old man from earlier ordered the younger brother on duty to send the casual cultivators down the mountain. Then he turned his head and said to Lang
Fei and the others nodded and led the way.
Naturally, Lang Fei and the others did not dare to neglect, and followed closely to a palace. After passing through the teleportation formation, they came to the top of a solitary peak. There were several houses and several palaces on top.
The old man stood still, took a deep breath, pointed to the house not far away, and said: "Now you are considered to be members of my Ji Lei Mountain disciple. You just have to wait for another group to be selected before you can choose your teacher. You still have to do this."
You can stay here peacefully for a day, and in the next day, your brother on duty will come to invite you." After saying this, the old man waved his hand and turned to leave.
When the old man came out of the teleportation array, the scattered cultivators immediately cheered and looked for a room to rest. Lang Fei wandered to the three main halls in the middle and chose the side hall to the west. He went to sit cross-legged in front of the jade sculpture of Taiyi, the Lord of the Suffering God.
Wait for the time.
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The whole day passed by in the blink of an eye. By the time Mao was on the third day, the monks on duty had already come to invite them. The group followed them out with a smile. After eating their breakfast, they walked around several times and arrived at Jilei Mountain.
An empty square lined with amethyst.
Lang Fei raised his eyes and looked around, and saw a purple gold sculpture standing in the middle of the square. It was a Taoist priest in purple robes. He saw that the sculpture was lifelike. On his head was a dragon crown with wind and rain coils for four seasons; on his body was a purple ying running thunder and flying crane feather coat; on his feet was a pair of
Zaoxuan two-color starburst shoes. [ ][] Holding a three-color lightning sword in his hand, he has a majestic posture and a good appearance. Looking closely at his face, he has pink and phoenix eyes, sharp eyebrows, a high nose and greasy nose, and an impressive heroic spirit.
Under the purple eagle stood several elders and a group of casual cultivators. The number of elders was nearly five times more than what was seen before, with seven or seven. And the casual cultivators, including Lang Fei's group, totaled a hundred and twenty people.
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The younger brother on duty led the way, moved Lang Fei and others to the center of the square, and joined the queue with all the elders.
"We are now opening the door to accept disciples. A total of one hundred and twenty disciples have been selected, and they are all here." The old man still spoke, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, then suddenly turned his head and faced the statue and said: "This is my ancestor of Ji Lei Mountain.
The real jade sculpture of Li Ting has been standing on the top of this mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. Now that you are entering, you should perform three kowtows and nine bows to the ancestor. After the ceremony is completed, you can then proceed to become a disciple."
After finishing speaking, the old man bowed and saluted the statue of Li Ting, then separated from the elders and went up to the front row to pay homage to him one by one.
After a moment of ceremony, all the elders saluted again, and then the old man led the way, leading the hundred and twenty cultivators and the elders to a magnificent hall on one side of the square.
After all the elders came to sit down, the old man said again, "I have inherited the Ji Lei Mountain for one thousand nine hundred and thirty-two generations since ancient times. Today, there are four generations of people in the mountain gate. There are three ancestors of Fengyi Qi, namely Qinglan.
There are three master uncles, Qinghe and Qingyun. There are 313 elders of Lianjing of the Wu generation. There are more than 2,840 members of the Jiji disciple of the Miaozi generation. As for the disciples of the Wuzi generation below Zhuji,
There are always eighteen thousand two hundred and thirty-three."
After saying that, the old man paused for a moment and then said: "Now among the hundred and twenty of you, there are four who are refining and cultivating. There is no need to join the rest of the others to become apprentices. The remaining one hundred and sixteen can be
Each one chooses an elder, or he may be judged on his eloquence based on his qualifications, but if he can impress him, he can become a core disciple."
At this point, the old man smiled slightly, and without giving the cultivators time to react, he continued: "There are forty-nine of us, some of whom have no disciples, and some who have very few disciples. Now we are here to select disciples because of the order of Master Qinglan."
.[New]" When he said this, the old man suddenly winked playfully. [Ye*][*] "Of my forty-nine brothers, there are some who want to make disciples, and there are those who want to be alone. You still need to do something.
It’s a good plan, but if you make the wrong choice and miss out on being a core disciple, you will regret it for the rest of your life, right?”
As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion among the casual cultivators. Who wouldn't want to be promoted to the core disciple! If being selected as the tenth sect disciple from the casual cultivators was a lucky step to the sky, then being promoted to the core disciple is a great step to the sky.
, it is true that good fortune is coming, and immortal fate is coming to you. No casual cultivator can resist this temptation. Passionate eyes swept over the forty-nine elders who were sitting again, and these one hundred and sixteen casual cultivators all had it in their hearts.
Make your own little calculation.
"Hello, hello, Brother Zhang? Look, the eighth one from the left, sitting upright, is Taoist Master Wu Hua. It is said that he is one hundred and twenty years old this year and has not accepted any disciples yet. Why don't you go
Try it?"
"Brother Wang, I have good intentions. Although I haven't set foot in the interior of Burning Sand for a long time, I heard that Taoist Master Miaohua said a few years ago that he would never accept a disciple in this life. Hehe, hehe, I'm sorry, but Brother Zhang's plan failed.
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Lang Fei was standing in the last row. This yellow-faced boy hid in the crowd and was inconspicuous. After listening to the old man's words, he was rolling his little eyes, wondering what kind of idea he was thinking.
"In my opinion, this elder Wu Yuan is still reliable. You can see that he speaks kindly and has a kind face. He must be a kind person. Well, that's it." A man with a simple and honest face beside him muttered.
He groaned, looking straight at the old man who had spoken before.
Although he was mumbling, his voice was muffled and the volume was not low. Not only Lang Fei, but also the four or five casual cultivators on the side turned to look at him.
The honest and shameless Han was stunned for a moment, stamped his feet in annoyance, and did not dare to say anything more.
The discussion among the cultivators continued for a long time. The elders at the top were not in a hurry. After more than two quarters of an hour, when the discussion gradually subsided, Elder Ziyin stood up again and said: "Everyone
I must have made a decision in my mind, and everyone stepped forward to act in order."
After saying this, Taoist Master Wu Yuan shot out a stream of true energy towards the vertical and horizontal lines of runes under his body. In an instant, soundproof arrays rose up where the forty-nine elders were sitting cross-legged.
The cultivators were stunned for a moment, and the first few stepped forward impatiently. After recognizing their faces, they ducked into the sound-isolating array. In turn, a few more stable people also selected their favorite elders to join the array.
Among the forty-nine elders, some like to go out and are famous, while some prefer to practice quietly and do not make a statement. Therefore, the number of casual practitioners lined up in front of each person is also uneven. Some soundproof arrays are arranged outside.
There were five or six people, some with only one or two, and some with nothing in front of them. Lang Fei noticed that the merits of Wuhua Tao that the casual cultivators named Zhang and Wang talked about earlier were completely empty.
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Lang Fei turned around and saw the first person on his left. There were seven people lined up outside Taoist Master Wuyuan's sound-isolating array. The little boy couldn't help but uttered his words, and moved with the flow of people. Occasionally, he heard someone behind him.
The honest-faced Zhongzhenghan snickered in an extremely small voice. "A bunch of idiots, I believe what I say! That Taoist Master Wu Yuan already has three disciples, and he still joins in the fun, he deserves to be fooled."
Lang Fei rolled his eyes as he listened, feeling that the annoyance on his face was just an act. Although he had a simple and honest face, he was a bad guy with pus on his head and sores on his soles.
The boy couldn't help but look back at him. The honest man was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he smiled brighter than a flower. He designated the third elder from the right with a cold face and said. "Little brother, look at that guy. His name is...
Elder Wuxuan, he is a man with a cold face and a warm heart. You see there is no one in front of him. If you go, you will be able to worship him smoothly."
"Oh?" Lang Fei heard this and turned to look at the elder pointed by the straightforward man. He was not from the Burning Sand Continent. Naturally, he knew very little about the elders of Jilei Mountain. He didn't know whether he was cold-faced or hot-hearted, but the elder was shrinking.
The slightly contracted fingers in his sleeves caught his attention.
"Brother, my little brother Yun Fang, thank you very much for your advice. I haven't asked my name yet. When I get selected, I will thank you very much."
Looking at Lang Fei's half-smiling gaze, the straightforward man felt a little cold on his scalp for no reason. He smiled with a somewhat unnatural expression and said: "I don't dare to take it, I don't take it. My surname is Wang, and it's all one word."
"Oh? Brother Wang!" Lang Fei cupped his fists and smiled. "Thanks to Brother Wang for recommending a wise teacher, Mo will go first."
After saying this, Lang Fei moved his body and walked towards the quite quiet elders on the far right.
After he left, the honest man scratched his head and had an inexplicable strange expression on his face.
Lang Feiguo followed the big man's direction and walked up to Elder Wu Xuan. With a move of his front foot, he suddenly turned and fell into the soundproof circle of another elder next to him.
Seeing this scene, the honest man shuddered and groaned: "Yiye hunts geese all the time, but now he has a goose peck in his eye. Let me just say, I feel that this little boy is not a good person. It is true."
He's a smart guy."
After saying that, the straightforward man sniffed, shook his head, and muttered. "Although you are smart, your vision is not very good. That Wu Zhen is a famous lazy elder on Ji Lei Mountain. He usually drinks and sleeps.
You don’t care about unnecessary things, why don’t you go find him? How is it different from Elder Wuxuan?”
But Lang Fei ducked into the fourth soundproof circle on the right, and the guy sitting cross-legged on the futon was not Wuzhen's guy.
"Hey, a blind little kid really bumped into your uncle Wu Zhen's magic circle."
Suddenly, there was a yellow-faced boy in front of him. Wu Zhen picked his nostrils with his hand, and immediately tilted his mouth. He looked at Lang Fei left and right, grinned and said: "Little boy, you are not good at luck, but you are not good at it."
You come here without thinking, Uncle Wu Zhen, I am not short of someone who can serve tea and pour water, and I am also not short of someone who can wash your feet and rub mud. Where did you come from? Where do you expect to go?"
"Eh!" Nalang Fei raised his head quickly, with panic on his face. He was about to cry but had no tears. He sighed and said: "Master, my disciple is not filial. I think that Wudu will harm you for the sake of wine. Isn't this right?