In the pavilion next to it, four old men with straw hats and straw raincoats were drinking under the pavilion.
Tian Yi and Taoist Master Mu looked at each other, and showed confusion. Then Tian Yi walked to the pavilion and bowed to the four of them.
"I have seen several seniors who came to Biluo Palace to apply for promotion to the sect in Xiawuji Sect."
An old man was holding a bronze cigarette pipe in his hand. He sucked two puffs, spit out a ball of green smoke, and smiled at the other three, "What's wrong with these days? I haven't seen a sect come for five hundred years.
I applied for promotion, and five or six people have come in these days."
Other sects have nothing to do with me. Tian Yi kept this idea in mind and said respectfully, "I'm sorry to ask for the seniors to come and take me to find the seniors who have been evaluated."
The old man who was smoking played with his waist, knocked out the tobacco at the heels of his cloth shoes, stood up and said, "Come with me."
He brought four people to the shore, and the old man got on the boat, and then Tian Yi and Mo Xiaoran quickly got on the boat.
The old man hummed a mountain song, and the black-topped boat slowly moved forward on the rippling blue lake.
From time to time, red carp jumps out from the water, green mountains and golden pavilions in the distance, and green pines and cypresses are lush. Such a leisurely and beautiful scenery is refreshing.
"What kind of sect are you?"
"Wuji Sect."
"Oh, I haven't heard it much."
"It's just the Moliu Sect in a remote place!"
"Then are you here to be promoted to third-rate this time?"
“That’s right.”
"It seems that the development is pretty good. In Qingzhou, it is not easy for the Moliu Sect to be promoted to the third level. Talented disciples are unwilling to go, and capable monks are unwilling to join. They have no resources, no foundation, no future."
"It's okay!"
Tian Yi coughed and ignored the old guy. The little girl had already changed into a refreshing red dress and looked at the fat carp that jumped out of the water to be in a daze.
After getting off the boat, he watched the old man leave by boat. Two disciples of Wuji Sect walked up the steps along the bluestone path by the mountain, with clouds and mist surrounding him, and there was no sight.
After walking for four hours, Tian Yi was sweating profusely, his legs were swaying, and his butt was sore.
"Huhuhu~ It doesn't look taller here, why are you walking endlessly?"
"The spiritual power is imprisoned and cannot control the air. Uncle Tian, what should I do?"
"Do you still have any wine I bought a few days ago?"
"how?"
"Get a bottle out!"
"Senior brother, although you are drunk and relieve your worries, even if you are drunk, you still have to climb this mountain, you can't escape it!"
"Turn, I'm just a little thirsty!"
After drinking a few sips, Tian Yi moistened his throat. He regained his vitality and blew while climbing, "Xiao Ran, tell you, senior brother, as long as I have wine, I can reach the top of the mountain."
"Well! Uncle Tian, you can still go to heaven!"
The little girl muttered and followed Tian Yi, afraid that he would roll down the mountain if he accidentally went on.
It seemed that after ten days and ten nights, the two of them were extremely physically and mentally exhausted, and their bodies were sore and weak.
The black hair in front of Mo Xiaoran's forehead was wet with sweat, and he leaned on his knees with his hands, "Are we cheated?"
"Impossible, those old men were introverted and their aura was elusive. They were not ordinary people."
Tian Yi looked up with his twisted face, and he was hiding in the misty mist behind hundreds of steps.
The two gritted their teeth and continued to climb upwards with a breath.
Step by stepping on the steps one by one, "hold on for a while, hold on for a while", constantly motivating yourself.
Ten days later, the two of them, who were thin, finally arrived at the top of the mountain.
There are cliffs around the flat mountain tops, and there is only a broken suspension bridge to the north. Turning back, the steps when you come up disappear, leaving only the grass and bluestone on the edge.
The two of them walked around the top of the mountain for a few times, their eyes were blank, and they closed their eyes and felt the spiritual sea in their bodies, and they found nothing.
All the energy is blocked.
With a "boom", a flame lit up on the edge of the cliff, floating around, drifting away from the cliff with the wind.
Tian Yi came to the edge of the cliff, with green mountains, green waters and pavilions in the distance, and clouds below were covered with fog and no bottom, and he suddenly felt dizzy.
Qiangqiang took two steps back and brushed his forehead with his hand, which made me feel a little more comfortable.
"What does this mean?"
Mo Xiaoran touched her nose and thought, staring at the suspension bridge in a daze.
The suspension bridge is made of wooden material and is fixed with hemp rope. It only falls at the edge of the cliff about one meter under the feet, and the front is empty.
The blue flame disappeared opposite the suspension bridge, and then a ray of light lit up at the armrest of the suspension bridge, which was hexagonal.
The two looked at each other suspiciously and reached out to touch the hexagonal light.
"Need a key?"
"magic weapon?"
I searched carefully around and found that there was no hexagonal gravel on the empty mountain top.
Mo Xiaoran's heart moved and she remembered an object.
She took out a storage bag from her waist bag. More than three years ago, the middle-grade spirit stones given to her by the Grandpa, the Sect Master of Wuji Palace.
"This is Biluo Palace, a holy place for immortals. Don't use these vulgar things to deceive people's eyes..."
Before the groove was finished, Tian Yi was surprised to find that the hexagonal medium-grade spirit stone, which was as bright as glass, slowly disappeared in the light.
Immediately, a strange noise came from the suspension bridge, and the light spot condensed at the broken place, and the suspension bridge extended forward one meter.
The two were stunned. Mo Xiaoran said, I just wanted to try it, but I didn't expect it to be true!
The little girl took out a medium-grade spirit stone again with heartache, and the suspension bridge extended again.
This bag of spirit stone was given to her by the sect leader, but the little girl never wanted to use it. She didn't expect that she would die in the hands of the Biluo Palace today.
When all 100 medium-grade spirit stones were donated, the suspension bridge was also connected to the opposite side.
"Junior sister, it's a good thing! After I go back, I will report this to the sect leader!"
"Hey, there is no need. Although I can't bear to leave, we don't lack it."
Tian Yi's eyebrows jumped and he laughed secretly. The little girl was quite tough!
If you are in Wuji Sect and are used to living a poor life, ten low-grade spirit stones will make you feel distressed for a while, let alone one hundred medium-grade spirit stones?
In secret, he couldn't help but look up at the little girl.
We regard money as dirt, wealth and honor cannot be lustful, and donate generously!
To make friends, you have to make such friends, the more the better!
Tian Yi, who had only one hundred low-grade spirit stones in his pocket, followed the little girl across the suspension bridge and suddenly felt that the little girl was actually quite reliable!
Especially when paying for money.
Walking through the suspension bridge, a nine-story white jade building built on the top of the mountain appeared in front of you, with a warm color and a misty spiritual energy.
"What a big show!"
Tian Yi felt his heart shrinking. Facing such a building that looked like a heavenly palace, the buildings of Wuji Sect were no different from those of the slums.
Slowly up along the white marble steps, there are lotus ponds shrouded in white mist on both sides. The lotus leaves are as green as umbrellas, pink spots bloom slightly, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance.
Stepping into the hall, eight golden lacquered dragon pillars supported by them, and a pool of clear water in the center.
Mo Xiaoran looked inside, and saw the bottom of it, and a few koi were swimming.
After the Gaotai case, there was a figure hidden in the shadow.
Tian Yi took out the letter and raised it over his head, "Disciples Tian Yi and Mo Xiaoran, on behalf of the sect, asked Biluo Palace to come to evaluate the grade."
The figure stretched forward with his hand, and the letter locked the energy of the air and drifted towards the shadow.
After a while, the sound of "Doduo" came from the front. The figure walked out of the shadow, but it was the old man who had just sent the two people across the lake.
Tian Yi and Mo Xiaoran were surprised and felt the old man's aura was elusive and elusive.
The old man sucked the cigarette tube with a puzzled look on his face, "Five golden elixirs and twelve foundation building, but less than three hundred disciples, how strange!"
Suddenly, I traveled thousands of miles, and it was the old monster of Nascent Soul!
Tian Yi and Mo Xiaoran were even more respectful. Facing such a fairy-like figure, the two of them had only respect and longing.
The old man continued, "Go back and tell you the sect leader that if you want to be promoted to third-rate, you will have at least two golden elixirs, at least eight foundation-building titles, and at least three thousand disciples."
Is this what does not meet the standards?
Can...
Tian Yi tried to explain, "The Xuanqing Sect Master is extremely strict in recruiting disciples. Not only does he meet the standards of talent, but he also has requirements for his character."
The old man smiled and said, "What do you mean is that all of your Wuji Sect are talents?"
Tian Yi choked for a moment and nodded with his teeth.
"Arrogant~"
The old man sneered, turned around and walked up to the platform and sat back on the shadow, "A mere sect dares to boast about a talent? It's the best in the world!"
He looked at Tian Yi and Mo Xiaoran coldly, waved his sleeves, "Where to come from, where to go!"
The whistling wind blew, and the two of them couldn't help but retreat. Tian Yi was full of anger, and Mo Xiaoran shouted, "Give me a hundred medium-grade spirit stone~"
"Pu" and "Pu"!
The two of them fell inadvertently into the pool water in the center of the hall while retreating, and churning.
The scenery in front of him changed. When the two woke up, they suddenly found themselves standing in front of the white marble gate of Biluo Palace.
"No, I can't throw a hundred medium-grade spirit stones in vain!"
Mo Xiaoran clenched her fists and was about to break in.
"Little junior sister, stop making trouble!"
Tian Yi stopped him, grabbed the girl's sleeve and left Biluo City.
...
"Ha, what? The number of disciples is more than three thousand?"
Master Xuanqing, who learned the news, slapped the innocent table with a slap, and his aura ran away, and his snow-white hair danced wildly behind him.
"yes!"
Tian Yi knelt on the ground below, "It's all the disciple's fault, I'll accept the punishment!"
He was so angry that he was so angry that the old sect leader carried his hands on his back, and his eyes swept across the four Jindan real people and the twelve foundation-building elders in the hall, with calm and confident eyes.
"Get up, why are you guilty?"
Master Xuanqing was unwilling to accept that being promoted to third-rate was the dream of many senior sects over the past thousands of years.
One vote to reject!
"With our current strength of Wuji Sect, let alone three thousand, even five thousand and six thousand, it is just a matter of opening a mountain gate!"
The old sect leader frowned, "But, what can I do with so many disciples? I can't live and die with the sect, which makes Ziyun Sect ask the truth, most of the sect's disciples escape again. What's the use of that kind of disciple.
?”
"If you don't give a review, you won't comment. Is the strength of our Wuji Sect still the worst?"
"Tell you, the requirements for recruiting disciples in the sect will remain unchanged, and they must be more strict. We, the Wuji Sect, will never accept disciples with misconduct!
Do you know it all?"
Everyone below was angry, but they could do nothing. Now the sect leader's order was clear and everyone had the confidence.
Ming Chen Zhenren, who had just joined the Wuji Sect, said, "Senior Brother Xuanqing, Wuji Sect is now full of vitality, and there are four geniuses who build foundations in humanity. The Yuanying of the Day is no longer a problem.
What other third-rate attacks on the four-digit Yuanying?
It is impossible to say that in a thousand years, Wuji Sect will directly attack the second-rate.”
After saying this, everyone was filled with hope for the future.
After the party was over, looking at the disciples leaving with high fighting spirit, Master Xuanqing looked ferocious and full of anger the moment he walked out of the hall the last person.
The old sect leader’s mood is really as he said, don’t you care at all?
It is impossible. When Tian Yi told the Biluo Palace that the number of disciples in the sect was insufficient and refused to be promoted to the third-rate level of Wuji Sect, the old sect leader was so angry that his little braids rose up.
He really wanted to go to Biluo Palace to reason with the old man himself. When he thought that the other party might be an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, he extinguished his thoughts.
Turning around and walking to the painting of Zhengren Jiang in the hall, the old man who devoted all his energy to the Wuji Sect shed two lines of tears in disappointment.
In terms of practice, even if you have no progress in this life, it doesn’t matter. However, if the sect cannot be promoted, the environment within the sect cannot be changed, and the conditions for the disciples’ practice are still difficult.
This is something that the old real person cannot bear.
The third-rate sect is not only famous, but more importantly, the Biluo Palace will give you a jade pendant to improve the environment, and the concentration of the Wuji Sect will be greatly increased.
This is what Master Xuanqing really values.
A month later, the Alchemist Hall sent a thousand Huanglong Pills.
Master Lian Shen told Master Xuanqing this way, "This hall master follows Master Mo to learn alchemy. You can't learn it for nothing, and the tuition fee is still necessary. Even if these Huanglong Pills are 10% tuition, they will be paid according to this number every ten days of the year.
superior."
The Sitong Chamber of Commerce sent 100,000 low-grade spirit stones, and Su Yumeng handed them to Taoist Xuanqing in person.
"Old Sect Master, this is a transaction between Mo Zhenren and the Sitong Chamber of Commerce. Every month, he will take out fifty-six heavenly yellow dragon pills for the Sitong Chamber of Commerce to auction.
One hundred thousand spirit stones are the proceeds from the auction, and the remaining six are the handling fees of the Sitong Chamber of Commerce.
Neither side suffered a loss.”
The entire sect has only 300 disciples, and they will take out 10,000 spirit stones every month to distribute them. Even the lowest-level disciples can be assigned 30 low-grade spirit stones per person.
They are placed on the table one by one, and they are also about three feet long.
Like Mu Lei, Lian Yue, and Minglang, the three peak masters, there are even two hundred spirit stones.
Mo Jiuxuan only had twenty low-grade spirit stones a month back then, and now his monthly salary has increased tenfold. The Wuji Sect’s members are...
The gongs and drums are loud and the people are roaring.
Even for second-rate sects like Cangyu Sword Sect and Shuijing Sect, their disciples' monthly salary is only thirty low-grade spirit stones.
Taoist Xuanqing was full of red light, standing on the high platform of the square where talent test was tested, and said with great enthusiasm, "From today, the disciples of the sect need to work hard to practice, and the elixirs required will be provided by the Alchemist Hall. Of course, do you want to have more resources?
Let’s exchange your contribution points to the sect!”
Half a day later, the Wuji Sect Law Enforcement Hall posted various tasks outside the gate, with task levels on them, and contribution points issued after completion.
There are disciples calling their friends and forming teams to complete tasks everywhere.
There are not many books in the library, but each one is purchased from Mo Jiuxuan for a thousand low-grade spirit stones.
The grade is not green, but each book can be considered a top-notch among third-rate sects.
For disciples to spend contribution points to purchase.
Mo Xiaoran did not participate in these things. She felt that the heavenly disaster in the Foundation Establishment Period was close at hand and could fall to her head at any time.
The foundation-building disaster is the first step for a monk to transform himself. He uses heavenly thunder to cleanse the marrow and cut off the meridians and eliminate the mortal fetus. After this step, he will officially enter the practice.
Nowadays, Mo Xiaoran and Huanglong Pill can no longer meet their breathing needs. They use the spirit-gathering pill for the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Of course, the products produced by Mo must be of heaven.
No impurities, easy to absorb, one piece is 100 pieces.
After absorbing the bag of spirit-gathering pills in front of me, the abyss of the dantian still did not feel overflowing.
After leaving the house, it was three months later.
She didn't go to see her father, and came to the place where the sect gave her missions and found that the disciples were serious and evil.
When they saw Xiao Ran, these disciples tacitly made way out and respected the most talented genius of the Wuji Sect.
The little girl was very upset. The heavenly tribulation of the foundation-building period was circling over her head for nearly a year, but she refused to fall, which made people love and hate.
"Sister sister is here to choose the task, too?"
The disciple who came in the back was several years older than Mo Xiaoran. He couldn't stand the beginning earlier, so he could only greet the senior sister.
"Um!"
With a faint response, the disciple immediately smiled and winked at the brothers beside him.
Did you see that, Senior Sister Mo talked to me!
In their eyes, Mo Xiaoran was a master who often met with the geniuses of various sects. He had never worked with his disciples below?
Today, if you can see the style up close, these disciples immediately felt that they had made a profit.
"Look, Senior Sister Liu is here too!"
Liu Shuyao, a disciple under the Wuji Peak Sect, came here like a tender peach blossom swaying in the spring breeze.
Sixteen years old is the season when girls are in bud. Liu Shuyao has a beautiful figure and is the dream lover of many male disciples.
Unfortunately, the other party's cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining made many disciples who claim to be extraordinary talented and feel inferior.
Next to her was a boy with a flexible eyeball with a sense of vicissitudes. He was wearing a light blue silk jacket, white clothes and white pants, and he was a bit chic and romantic.
"Longhu, it's Senior Brother Longhu!"
"Who is Uncle Longhu?"
"You don't know this, right? Senior Brother Longhu is the youngest disciple of Master Xuanqing. Of course, it was the incident before Senior Sister Liu came, and it was the perfect Qi refining."
Under the hot eyes of the disciples, Liu Shuyao came to Mo Xiaoran with a smile on her face, "Little Junior Sister!"
"Senior Sister Liu!"
The little girl shouted sweetly, "Have you chosen the mission?"
Liu Shuyao said, "Senior Brother Long is preparing to build the foundation, but he lacks a medicinal herb, Light Ling Herb. This time we are going to Donghua Mountain to try our luck! Where are you?"
Mo Xiaoran thought about it. It took a long time since I saw Niu Meng. It would be better to be with them and have a companion on the way.
"What a coincidence, I'm going to go to Donghua Mountain to have a look, why don't I go together?"
Longhu smiled and said, "It would be better to have the help of junior sister Xiaoran."
Longhu tear off the task of finding the light spirit grass and looked at it, "The reward contribution is 1,000 points. It's good. If you work hard, you can ask the uncle to help you refine the Three Color Foundation Building Pill."
These three people can be said to be the top figures in the Qi Refining Stage of Wuji Sect.
A disciple said, "Three senior brothers and sisters, let those people see this time when we go out. Our Wuji Sect is not a vegetarian!"
"Yes, we were holding our breath during this period. Senior Sister Mo, I want to vent our anger for us!"
Mo Xiaoran has never suffered a loss when he went out to practice.
In the past, there were fathers, senior brothers and sisters to protect them, and those people were always polite when they saw them.
Why do other disciples go out to practice and what they experience seem to be a little different from what they have experienced?
The little girl was silent, thinking about some things in her heart that she had to see and hear them with her own eyes!
Longhu and Liu Shuyao are different from her. On the contrary, they are serious and nodded constantly, and their emotions are a little deep between their eyebrows.
After finding a disciple of Qingguang Peak and asking him to give his father a message, Mo Xiaoran and his senior brothers and sisters left the sect.
Longhu has a good talent and was once highly appreciated by the Master Xuanqing Sect. With the light of his master, he obtained a mortal treasure, which is already an amazing treasure in the sect.
A bamboo flute presented by the treasure of Cangzhou for the mountain owner.
It was when Xuanqing Zhenren traveled in Cangzhou when he was young and helped the Lord of Baofeng Mountain for a small favor.
The mountain master who was sitting on the mountain developed a love for his people and generously gave them to the real person. Many years later, the real person gave them to his beloved disciple.
Above the green field, the bamboo flute transforms into bamboo cuts of more than meter long and thick as a bucket. At the top are lush green leaves, sprinkling.
The breeze is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and the air is clear. Longhu stands in front of the bamboo stick with his hands on his back, and his robe is swaying with the wind.
Liu Shuyao and Mo Xiaoran sat in the middle with their legs together, green and red, graceful.
Thinking of what the sect brothers said in front of the law enforcement hall, Mo Xiaoran closed his hair that was blown away by the wind and looked at the senior sister in green clothes beside her.
"Senior sister, those junior brothers said they were holding their breath. What was going on? I was in seclusion for three months. What happened in the Tian Sect these days?"
"Oh~"
Liu Shuyao shook her head and thought for a while, "Aren't you Mr. Yi from Hetian who went to Biluo Palace?"
"Yes, it is said that the sect was promoted to third-rate, but it seems that it failed because the number of sects does not meet the requirements of Biluo Palace."
"That's what I'm talking about. Originally, it's difficult to get promoted to a third-rate, and it's not a big deal if our sect fails to do anything.
Somehow this incident spread and caused a lot of controversy.
Now my junior brothers are going out to practice, and when they encounter other sects and even some aristocratic families, they laugh at us for this?
They dared not say anything in front of the uncle and the master, but they disgusted us in front of the disciples.
They look like weak chickens and dare to laugh at Wuji Sect.
Don't let me catch it, or I will beat another one to let them know that it is amazing."
"Let them say go, we can't lose a piece of meat. But no matter how much you say, don't let me hear it."
Mo Xiaoran took out a Tianqi Huanglong Pill from her pocket and threw it to catch it. "I will let them know the iron fist of the masses."
Liu Shuyao is confused, the iron fist of the masses?
When you enter Donghua Mountain, there are still such dangerous peaks and steep mountains and demonic aura.
However, most of them are demons below the fifth level of the psychic, and facing Liu Shuyao, they just stare at him.
When encountering some rare spiritual medicines, Liu Shuyao would ask his senior brother to lower the bamboo flute and pick the spiritual medicines, saying that he would take them back to the sect and hand them over to Uncle Mo.
Looking at others and then looking at myself, Mo Xiaoran felt a little sorry for her father.
Not filial at all.
Based on a valley two hundred miles away, a man and a woman fled in a hurry, looking back at the cliffs climbing by the vines behind.
Soon, four men chased after him, wearing a light black robe with strange talisman tattoos, swung their arms back like wings, and leaned forward with their upper body, like a hen slaying at the eagle to protect the chicken.