Taoist Master Xuanqing, who is fairy-like, meditated on the high platform of the hall, saw his beautiful white hair, long beard and chest, and his white-backed robe with golden edges was filled with radiance and spiritual energy.
It is as towering as the mountains.
"Master, Lord Mo Feng is looking for a meeting!"
The personal disciple bowed and bowed.
"Oh, I got it, call him in...Slowly, wait for me to clean up."
Mo Jiuxuan happily led his daughter into the hall and came under the platform.
But I saw Master Xuanqing...
He was wrapped in a gray robe, and there were two rough patches on his thin shoulders, with blue diced grey bottom.
"Hey, Xiao Ran is here too!"
Taoist Master Xuanqing smiled at a speed visible to the naked eye. He waved his sleeves and changed his rough-crafted jacket at some point, and then put on a white robe with gold-edged rolling edges.
The operation of changing equipment in one move showed Mo Jiuxuan's face.
"Zong..."
As soon as Mo Jiuxuan opened his mouth and spit out the first word, he saw Taoist Master Xuanqing coming to his side, picked up Mo Xiaoran, ignored him and ignored him without paying any attention.
"Xiao Ran, Grandpa was about to see you when you came over! Did you think it was a coincidence?"
The little girl said, "I'm lying, you'll come soon."
Taoist Xuanqing's face was full of embarrassment, and Mo Jiuxuan and the disciple who were beside him covered their mouths and “Kukuku”.
After holding the girl and playing for a while, Taoist Master Xuanqing looked at Mo Jiuxuan and his smile instantly calmed down.
This old guy used to say that I was a genius, and he met me intimately.
Now Xiao Ran showed her terrifying talent and immediately turned her back on her face. Her nose was not a nose, but her eyes were from time to time.
Alas! No wonder people often say that they only hear the laughter of new people, but not the cry of old people.
He happily put Mo Xiaoran back into Mo Jiuxuan's arms, and Taoist Xuanqing said, "Come with me."
"yes!"
Walking into the deepest part of the hall, there is a portrait of a person hanging on the wall.
An old man with long beards and beautiful faces flying in his eyes was painted. He held his finger in one hand and pointed at the sky with his sword in the other hand. He stepped on auspicious clouds, and asked the sky as if the peerless sword immortal was graceful.
Below is a incense table, and the incense burner is placed on the table, and the tribute is provided.
Taoist Master Xuanqing knelt down in front of the portrait, and Mo Jiuxuan and his daughter hurriedly knelt down behind the sect leader.
With three consecutive sounds, Master Xuanqing clasped his hands together, his expression was solemn and pious.
"Jiuxuan, Xiao Ran, this is Zhengren Jiang, the founder of our Wuji Sect."
"Meet Zheng Ren Jiang."
"Meet Grandpa Jiang Zhenren."
The two of them had three more sounds.
"A long time ago, our Wuji Sect was a first-class sect in the world. His sects were like masters crossing the river, his disciples were like stars in the sky, his family was great and his business was great, and he swept the world.
There are even several sects who have cultivated to the realm of true immortals with their supreme talents, breaking the void and stepping on the galaxy.
How magnificent and brilliant it was then.”
Taoist Xuanqing was fascinated by his leisurely years and sighed for a long time, "It's a pity that later, the demon clan invaded a large-scale invasion, and the human clan was in danger.
The ancestors of the sect went on one after another and fought bloody battles. Although they finally won, countless masters of the sect fell.
It was from that time that the Wuji Sect began to decline.
For thousands of years, all ancestors of all generations have taken it as their mission to reshape the glory of that year.
But things change and fate is tragic, and we never get opportunities.
Now, Xiao Ran has excellent talent and is comparable to Zheng Ren Jiang.
She is the hope for the rise of our Wuji Sect.”
Taoist Master Xuanqing slowly stood up, faced the two of them, and looked down at Mo Xiaoran.
"Mo Xiaoran, do you wish to be a member of the Wuji Sect for life and work hard for the sect's glory?"
Excellent disciples are recruited by more powerful sects, which also happens occasionally in the world of cultivation.
He understands that the pond cannot raise a real dragon.
Therefore, Taoist Master Xuanqing was afraid that she would leave the sect when she grew up.
That almost sucked the spine that he had finally grown!
"Sect Master, she is still a child!"
Mo Jiuxuan couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility if he was such a older child.
After all, it's your own baby!
"Dad, I understand what the Sect Master said, and I understand what you mean.
In the past, others laughed at me, but only my father and a few senior brothers and sisters protected me.
At that time, I always thought that one day if I could practice, I would be the strongest person in the world and let my father and senior brothers live a good life.
Later, the grandfather of the sect leader secretly used his spiritual power to help me cultivate my meridians many times, and gave me spiritual pills to enlighten me, and made me laugh.
I know that the master's grandfather must have his own difficulties in doing this secretly."
The little girl's voice was very soft, as if she was just telling the past, but the content contained it was filled with sadness.
A sect with thousands of people, an eight-year-old child who was ridiculed, only a few people protected him.
The most powerful sect leader can only secretly send warmth.
What kind of sad and helpless past should it be?
How strong is she to bear all this? She can still maintain a smile every time she sees her father?
Mo Jiuxuan glanced at the old Taoist priest and was a little moved, "Uncle Master~"
"Don't mention the past."
After interrupting Mo Jiuxuan's lyricism, Master Xuanqing asked seriously, "Xiao Ran, what do you want to do?"
"Leading the sect toward glory is too far away. Let's set a small goal first, and first help the sect leader and grandfather lead the sect into the third-rate sect!"
The little girl was a small target and directly amused Taoist Mo Jiuxuan and Xuanqing.
The old Taoist priest couldn't breathe when he smiled, patted his chest and gasped for a long time, and then said quietly, "Yes, let's go to the third level first.
Old man, I'm a little obsessed with it.
The little girl is not simple. At a young age, she is not impatient, not ambitious, can be down-to-earth and have clear goals.
I am not as good as you!"
As he said that, his face changed and said, "Wuji Sect has been going through ten thousand years, and the treasures of the sect have been almost completely lost. Only one ancient book left by Zhenren Jiang has been preserved to this day."
"It was written by Zhengren Jiang, why don't I know?"
Mo Jiuxuan asked in surprise.
"Haha~ it's you?"
Very insulting.
The old Taoist priest glanced at him and then said, "A man is guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. The Wuji Sect is weak. If other sects know that we have such a strange book, the destruction of the sect will only happen in the evening.
Xiao Ran, this book is said to be obtained by Zheng Ren Jiang in the fairy mountains during his travels. It has endless mystery and many wonderful things.
But there is one problem!”
"What's the problem?" Mo Jiuxuan asked hurriedly.
"I'm talking to Xiao Ran, why are you fucking?"
Master Xuanqing was a little dissatisfied, glared at Mo Jiuxuan who was embarrassed, and then gently said to Mo Xiaoran, "This book is only passed down by the sect masters of all generations, and does not have peerless talent. Even if it is held in his hand, he can only face Baoshan empty-handed.
Back.
Only in front of those who are destined to be called a strange book.”
After saying that, Master Xuanqing bowed to the portrait of Zhengren Jiang for three consecutive days, put on incense sticks, and said, "Disciple Xuanqing is here to report to the founder Zhengren Jiang.
Now that the storm meets, there are peerless talents in Wuji Sect. I specially asked the real person to draw a divine book to revitalize the sect."
I saw the smoke rising up. At the same time, the corner of Jiang Zhenren's mouth seemed to smile, and his sword-holding arm slowly moved.
With the solemn eyes of the three of them, the sword tip slowly pointed to a mountain top, and an ancient book with thousands of lights appeared faintly.
The ancient books float to the surface of the portrait, from far to near, and finally appeared from the portrait, and were taken in the hand by Taoist Master Xuanqing.
The black cover exudes an ancient atmosphere, with two big characters written on it, "The Way of Heaven".
Mo Jiuxuan took the book from the Taoist priest and looked around, stunned.
The thick pages of ancient books are yellowed and there is no word inside.
"Sect Master, is this..."
"So, you are not a destined person."
After snatching the ancient book from Mo Jiuxuan's hand, Master Xuanqing gently put the book into Mo Xiaoran's hand, "Look~"
Mo Xiaoran looked through it "ratically" and said with a bitter face, "Grandpa Sect Master, there are so many words, it's so annoying to look at it!"
Mo Jiuxuan understood in an instant.
Only those who are destined to see the words in the book. They are not destined to see them, so they cannot see them.
Master Xuanqing was a little amused and laughed, "Xiao Ran, this is a divine book. Even the heirloom technique in the treasure house of the super sect may not be comparable.
You must practice with your heart!”
"Oh, I got it."
Mo Xiaoran nodded heavily, his eyes full of despair.
Mo Jiuxuan secretly bought an identification scroll in the system, with four words written on it, "cannot be identified."
The exercises in the system treasure are classified into four colors, namely green, purple, orange, and red.
Green martial arts are very good among third-rate sects.
And even in the super sect, Hong is a top-level martial art.
But "The Way of Heaven" cannot be identified, which shows that its value is far more valuable than that of red.
He couldn't help but sigh that Zhengren Jiang is indeed a true immortal!
"Xiao Ran, this book is in line with the principles of nature, secretly connected with people, and is quite mysterious. After you go back, you study it carefully and must not slackew."
Smiling and touching the little guy's head, Taoist Master Xuanqing took out another storage bag, "The sect is weak and there is no magic weapon to take. This bag of medium-grade spirit stones saves some use, and it will be enough for you to reach the foundation-building stage.
Now.”
"Medium-grade spirit stone?"
Mo Jiuxuan was shocked. He had never seen a medium-grade spirit stone before. The sect leader took out so many at once, which shows how much he valued Mo Xiaoran.
"I want to use these in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, but the chance is not high, so let Xiaoran use them!"
Taoist Master Xuanqing waved his hand and told Mo Jiuxuan not to be impatient.
"In another year, the Wontian Illusion Realm will open again, and then more than a dozen disciples of the Third and Moli Sects in Qingzhou will come to Wuji Sect.
Go back and train your personal disciples. They have good talents and can't lose face in the Wuji Sect at that time."
"I know this."
Asking the father and daughter to leave, Master Xuanqing turned around and sat on the cushion under the portrait of the ancestor to silence.
But I can't calm down.
Master, our Wuji Sect has produced a truly peerless genius. In a hundred years, Wuji Sect will soar into the sky.