The place seven miles away from the Yuling Sect's Qilin Garden, which was bustling with people, was where the sect leader Tai Qingren led the elders to show their faces.
Below the ninety-nine steps is a square covering an area of dozens of acres, paved with bluestones, with colorful flags fluttering and waving flags.
The Yuling Sect has been established as a mountain sect for three thousand years, and it is the first time that a mysterious treasure has been refined. Even if it is only of low quality, it is enough to dazzle the sect.
On the square platform between the square and the plaque with Yu Ling Sect written on it, dozens of sect leaders or elders came to congratulate.
The elders of the Cangyu Sword Sect and the Shuijing Sect were sitting impressively on the right, while on the left were two tables of young disciples, dressed in white with gold belts, with arrogance between their brows and an extraordinary aura.
Mo Jiuxuan and Taoist Priest Minglang, who came to watch the ceremony from the Xuanyun Sect, were only less than twenty feet away from the front seat. Behind them, there were several tables.
Although the position was far back and he couldn't even see clearly the old man under the plaque in front without using his spiritual power, Taoist Master Ming Lang was already very satisfied.
In the past, when I went out to watch ceremonies, the Wuji Sect was always at the last table. If the place was smaller, there wouldn't even be a place to sit, which would be really embarrassing and hurtful.
Today's position is much further forward than before. This is all because of the last question to destroy the Ziyun Sect.
The old Taoist sipped the cold tea leisurely, occasionally looking sideways at the tables behind him while chatting with the people at the same table.
"Oh, you have already reached the fifth level of foundation building? Congratulations."
"What magical elixir can you concoct recently?"
"This jade pendant of yours is pretty good. Can it withstand two attacks from the ninth level of foundation building?"
"The old Taoist priest has gray hair and a childish face, and he is getting younger and younger as he lives!"
We are all at the same table, and one family is no better than the other. Therefore, we are enjoying each other's novices, and it is quite enjoyable.
Mo Jiuxuan originally didn't want to come to this occasion. Who knows that he is the first disciple of Taoist Master Xuanqing to reach the twelfth level of foundation building, so he is expected to have the existence of golden elixir.
For the sake of the sect's reputation, Mo Jiuxuan, who was still making growth observation records in the newly opened elixir garden, was grabbed by the collar by the old sect leader and thrown out of the Wuji Sect's formation.
The burly old man with a white beard under the plaque was still talking nonsense, while Mo Jiuxuan was wandering in the sky, wondering where to get a handy spear for his daughter.
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh.
Hey, isn’t this ready-made?
If you are looking for a magic weapon, instead of looking for one in the Yuling Sect, do you have to wait until you get lucky that time to go to the ancient ruins and kill a large number of powerful competitors before trying your luck again?
Thinking of this, Mo Jiuxuan looked at the burly old man above him and suddenly felt a little more friendly.
"Hey, I heard that all the sects in Cangzhou came to watch the ceremony."
Taoist Priest Ming Lang's old face was filled with enthusiasm, "Did you see that the person at the first table on the left is a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect, the second-rate sect in Cangzhou, and the second table is a disciple of the Shifang Sect."
The old Taoist let out a long sigh, "When will the Wuji Sect have people from the third-rate sects in Cangzhou come to watch the ceremony? My death will be worth it."
The old man next to him comforted him, "Brother Minglang, what you said is a bit fanciful. But if Wuji Sect can be promoted to a third-rate sect, our Iron Fist Sect will definitely come to watch the ceremony."
Ming Lang laughed at himself, "Yes, as long as the Wuji Sect can be promoted to a third-rate sect during my lifetime, my life will be considered in vain."
Alas, Taoist Priest Minglang, who has been living in a remote small sect all his life, only has so little hope in this life.
Mo Jiuxuan felt inexplicably sad after hearing this.
Our goal is the endless sea of stars. Senior brother, you are not pursuing it, right?
Under the plaque, the gleaming dark blue armor is not just a breastplate, but a complete set of armor. From head to toe, it looks gorgeous and cool, and many people who saw it couldn't help but shed tears.
At the second table on the left, a middle-aged man from the Shifang Sect stood up after Taoist Taiqing finished speaking. The entourage immediately picked up a finely carved sandalwood incense box.
His demeanor is graceful and the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle.
"Master Taiqing, the sect master ordered me to present a Xishan Yunling Flower to congratulate the Yuling Sect."
The middle-aged man immediately turned around and opened the incense box. A flower like emerald glass lay quietly on the yellow satin. Its crystal clear appearance was as bright as the morning glow, which immediately aroused a chorus of admiration.
"As expected, it is the Xishan Yunling Flower. This is the most important material for refining the Soul-Reviving Purple Pill, and is very rare. Cangzhou is a big state, and Shifang is a third-rate sect. It is too rich."
“I really want to take it home!”
"You are drunk after drinking tea! Take it back, I'm afraid your head will be gone before you even touch it."
The middle-aged man of Shifang Sect respectfully held the spiritual flower and walked under the plaque. The burly old man with white hair tried hard to calm himself so as not to damage the image of the sect leader as a worldly expert.
But the corners of the mouth on that old face always go below the ears.
"You're welcome, your sect leader is too polite, how embarrassing is this for me..."
"Master Taiqing, this is our sect master's wish. It may trouble the sect master in the future, so be sure to accept it."
The two of them exchanged false politeness for a while, but Taoist Taiqing refused and had no choice but to accept the matter.
At this time, all the major sects also sent gifts. Cangyu Sword Sect and Shuijing Sect represented the reputation of Qingzhou, and the gifts they sent were also very precious, which once caused gasps and hisses.
“You’re here to watch the ceremony and you still want to give gifts?”
Mo Jiuxuan was stunned.
Because when he came, the old Taoist priest Xuanqing didn't mention giving gifts at all. He stared at Mingming.
Mingming's old face had long been wrinkled together, and his cloudy eyes were looking at his junior brother eagerly...
Don't look at me, I don't know anything.
Mo Jiuxuan was torn. Although he still had more than 200,000 spirit stones in his pocket, he still thought he was a pauper.
Just the price of the orange equipment in the treasure house can easily go up to 500,000 yuan, and 200,000 spirit stones is a bargain!
Everyone around them took out their valuables and gave them away. Mo Jiuxuan and Taoist Priest Minglang stared at each other, looking at each other. Neither of them wanted to get up first.
Finally, under the strange looks of the people around him, Taoist Priest Ming Lang lost his composure. He gave Mo Jiuxuan a ruthless look with his eyes, stood up in great pain, and took out a painting from his storage bag.
"This...senior brother, this painting is very precious?"
Seeing his senior brother stand up, Mo Jiuxuan, who immediately followed him, quickly supported his senior brother to prevent Taoist Master Ming Lang from fainting due to his heartache.
Taoist Master Ming Lang covered his chest with his hands in pain, blinked at Mo Jiuxuan unintentionally, and said in a sincere tone, "This is just an ordinary painting."
"You have the nerve to give this away?"
"What do you think?"
"What should I do if I'm discovered?"
"We would have returned to the sect long ago by then."
On the matter of being shameless and shameless, Mo Jiuxuan was willing to give up.
I still underestimate the thickness of these veteran foundation builders.
Finally, the direct disciple who took the scroll from Taoist Master Minglang took a strange look at Taoist Master Minglang, and found that the Taoist Master was upright, with his head held high, as if this was not a painting at all, but a spiritual stone.
mine.
Is this thing really that good?
My direct disciples are a little curious, what is the value of a painting?
Is it the kind of scroll that if you look at it, you have a certain chance of enlightenment?
Then the disciple behind him recorded it on the red gift list and read: "Wuji Sect, a copy of the Treasure Scroll of Mingwu."
From beginning to end, the monk in white sitting at the first table on the left kept his eyes fixed on the scroll.
When Taoist Master Mingming walked towards him, looking at Youyouran as if nothing had happened, Mo Jiuxuan's face was filled with big words of "obedience", and there were countless stars in his eyes.
What is experience? This is the experience of the elderly who have gone through the vicissitudes of life and traveled thousands of mountains and miles.
Just when the two of them were cherishing each other and smiling evilly, thinking they could get away with it, a voice sounded from behind them.
"Master Taiqing, let me tell you the truth, this time the Xuanyin Sect also brought an ancient calligraphy treasure that can lead to enlightenment."
Mo Jiuxuan was stunned, ah, is this considered shouting?
When I looked over, I saw a young man in a white robe at the first table on the left looking towards me with a smile.
...
Qilin Garden, main hall.
The stairs located above the dark passage suddenly made a harsh clicking sound, and through the faint light from the door, a person's head first reached in.
There was light in the man's eyes, and he looked around for a while with a stern look on his face. After making sure that no one was there, he walked in confidently and boldly.
The footsteps were not loud and very steady.
Every step seemed to step on the hearts of Mo Xiaoran and Zhao Xishan.
The boy and girl were frightened and had already found a bronze statue of Kirin each and hid behind the base of the statue.
The Qilin statue is five feet tall and three feet tall, and the base below is also two feet tall, hiding some personal details.
The person who suddenly appeared was closer, and Mo Xiaoran secretly took a look behind the base.
He is a square-faced man with gray hair and ordinary appearance, wearing the robe of the Yuling Sect.
Perhaps he was too proud, so the man started talking to himself.
"Haha, it's worth it that I have been planning for sixty years and finally got here today."
He took out a glass cover from his sleeve, held it in his right hand, put the fingers of his left hand in front of his mouth and muttered something.
As the mantra was recited, the glass cover began to flicker brightly and darkly, and at the same time began to float slowly, finally stopping above the boiling magma.
There were fine drops of sweat on the man's forehead, and he didn't have time to wipe it away. He was focused on controlling the glass cover.
There was an inexplicable tension in the air, and the "whirring" of the wind started to sound again, seeming to be very wary of the glass cover, which was only a foot long.
Light, dazzling yellow-green light emitted from the glass cover, instantly filled the huge hall on the mountainside, illuminating every inch of the rock wall clearly visible.
The magma used as a furnace became agitated, the red liquid rolled, and the eyes of the four bronze unicorn statues in the hall lit up one after another according to the directions of east, west, north, and south.
It was as if the lifeless bronze statue suddenly came to life.
The middle-aged man was happy but anxious, "Wake up, wake up! Come into my glass cover, and I will take you out of this cage."
As if in response to the man, a wheezing sound similar to that of a gigantic beast appeared faintly in the hall. The sound was like a low muffled thunder, which shocked Mo Xiaoran and Zhao Xishan to the point where they wanted to die.
I was originally just curious about what the inside of Qilin Garden looked like, but why did I encounter such a fatal thing?