The clothing of the Lengyue Sect is a Taoist robe embroidered with a bright yellow crescent moon.
On the stone steps leading to the foot of the mountain, the outer disciples of Lengyue Sect were coming and going in an endless stream. No one paid attention to Fang Yun. He also cared about and knew these people.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, Fang Yun was about to leave, but was attracted by a burst of noise.
"Old Immortal, old Immortal, let me join in. I traveled hundreds of miles to get here. I really admire and yearn for the Lengyue Sect!"
"...Add my name too. I'm much stronger than him. I have a peak level of Qi cultivation, which should be enough to join the outer sect of the Lengyue Sect."
"Old god, this is a bit of a joke. I'm just trying to show my filial piety to you. It's not respectful!..."
"Damn it, this is the day that the Lengyue Sect recruits outer disciples once a year. You actually bribed me with yellow and white things! Throw him out!..."
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There was a lot of noise and discussion at the foot of the mountain. Fang Yun saw on the spot that a fat young man in rich clothes was thrown out from the crowd.
"Interesting, it is actually the outer sect of the Lengyue Sect that recruits disciples!"
Fang Yun shook his head and smiled. He didn't care, and took a step forward to leave. Suddenly, Fang Yun's heart moved and he stopped.
"Now, Yang Hong will be searching for news about me everywhere. If I run to the military camp, I will be throwing myself into a trap. It's better to take advantage of the Lengyue Sect to recruit disciples and sneak in temporarily. Anyway, I have the ability to change my body.
, and no one recognizes me. When the injury heals and I return to my true self, I’m afraid these people won’t recognize me if I meet in person.”
Fang Yun's eyes widened in thought. The conversation he heard when he was unconscious came to his mind.
"Master Bai Feng?... This Lan Daiyue doesn't seem to like this marriage. Well, I have to find a way to help her!"
It's okay if Fang Yun doesn't know, but now that he knows, and this Lan Daiyue has saved his life, it would be too unjust if he doesn't do something, and he will feel very regretful.
"This man calls himself Mr. Bai Feng. He should be young. It shouldn't be difficult for me to marry him! If these two people are gay and love each other, I will leave. If not, I can't tell, but I will also
Use some tricks to separate them two!"
Fang Yun still has some confidence. In terms of strength, apart from Yang Hong and Jun Niansheng's level of masters, Fang Yun is confident that no one can catch up with him among warriors of the same age. Moreover, Jun Niansheng, the youngest
They are all ten years older than him. Fang Yun is confident that when he is twenty-five years old, he will never be worse than these people!
He even expected that if he intervened rashly, he might arouse the wrath of the Lengyue Sect and the Tianxing Sect. However, these were not problems.
The Lengyue Sect and the Tianxing Sect are just two mid-level sects. When it comes to their backgrounds, telling them about their own backgrounds can scare people to death.
Can a sect be stronger than the imperial court?
The Great Zhou Dynasty did not know how many sects were wiped out. The Lengyue Sect and the Tianxing Sect were just two small shrimps. In front of the behemoth of the imperial court, they were really like a mantis with its arms like a chariot. If they really take action, these two sects must be wary.
many!
Having made up his mind, Fang Yun did not rush to sign up to take the outer disciple examination, but went straight down the mountain.
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"Shopkeeper, three liang of dense jujubes, two liang of cinnamon tangerine, three liang of black beans, three qian of donkey skin, and one liang of ordinary Ganoderma lucidum, pack them into bags for me. I want a hundred bags in total!"
In a small town pharmacy not far from Lengyue Mountain, Fang Yun ordered several medicines in succession. The shopkeeper didn't pay much attention at first, but in the end, when he heard that he wanted a hundred medicines, he immediately became energetic. A few taels of each, a total of
One hundred pairs, that’s more than ten, twenty, or thirty pounds!
"Sir, please wait a moment. I'll get to it right away!"
The shopkeeper had a smile on his face and immediately ordered his assistant to move the inventory to the warehouse.
One hundred bags is quite a lot. At least one person can't carry it all. Fang Yun didn't want anyone to know about the space bag he had. He directly hired a car and drove to the mountain gate of Lengyue Sect.
The driver was an old-fashioned driver and kept going steadily along the way.
"Okay, let's stop here!"
Fang Yun jumped out of the car, swung his sleeves, and saw a brocade bag hanging in the air. With a sudden movement, he put all the hundred blood-enhancing medicinal materials into the space bag.
"this--"
The old coachman's eyes widened. Not to mention him, even ordinary warriors had never seen such a thing as a space bag.
"Haha," Fang Yun laughed and popped out a few Three Emperors coins: "Thank you very much, old man!"
After that, he turned around and walked up the mountain. He did it very secretly, and he was not afraid of being discovered.
There were quite a few people at the outer disciple registration office. A formidable old man with a silver beard, followed by two outer disciples at the fetal level, was registering. He was also responsible for the assessment of the inner disciples.
After all, the Lengyue Sect is a mid-level sect. This outer sect elder is also at the Jingsu level. Compared with the Qingwei Sect, Tianxie Sect, etc., it is much worse. In normal times, Fang Yun would not necessarily let a warrior of this level go.
In my eyes. But now, I have to put on a show.
"Name?" The white-bearded elder held on to a writing brush without raising his head.
"Fang Yun." Fang Yun doesn't change his surname when he walks or his name when he sits. Now that he has changed his appearance, he is not afraid of these people recognizing him.
"strength?"
"Zhenqi level."
Fang Yun's answer immediately caused a burst of laughter around him.
"Such a sick and consumptive ghost also has a level of Qi? It's better to go home and get treatment! The Lengyue Sect is not something you can cure!"
Fang Yun sneered, not bothering to be polite to these people. With a flick of his finger, a ray of internal energy flew out, directly shattering a stone not far away. The only gain he had in the past few days was to comb a strip of hair on his right arm.
meridians.
When Fang Yun came out with his hand, the surroundings were immediately silent. This is the blue-grained stone used for assessment, which is ten times harder than ordinary stones. I have never heard that true energy has such power!
Even the elders of the outer sect in charge of the assessment raised their heads. The inner strength turned into finger power and flew out. Some people at the Zhenqi level could do it. But to break a piece of bluestone so easily. In addition to the deep inner strength, there are also
Extremely high quality of internal energy! This cannot be achieved by practicing, it requires profound knowledge.
"Fang Yun, right? Go in and get a set of robes for an outer disciple of the Lengyue Sect."
With one stroke of his pen, Elder Baibeard immediately recruited Fang Yun as an outer disciple. Just like that, Fang Yun swaggered into a building at the back under the stunned eyes of everyone.
"Take this set of sect robes and the outer disciple token. When you get to the mountain, someone will arrange a place for you!"
The person distributing Taoist robes was a middle-aged Taoist priest.
"Thank you, uncle!" Fang Yun saluted.
"Yeah. Go ahead."
Lengyue Mountain is very big, and there are many side rooms halfway up the mountain. Fang Yun deliberately avoided the woodshed. He was not afraid of being discovered, so he stayed on the mountain.
The outer disciples of the Lengyue Sect can obtain a set of Lengyue Techniques and a set of Lengyue Sword Techniques. However, since they are passed on to the outer disciples, they are definitely not very popular. Fang Yun doesn't think highly of them either.
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The rules of the Lengyue Sect are very loose. After you receive the Taoist robe and the secrets, no one will care about you. You are very idle. However, every month, there will be an assessment for the outer disciples in the sect. If you make progress and pass, you can continue.
Stay at the foot of the mountain. If you fail to pass, you will be kicked out immediately. Even the robes will be taken back!
Fang Yun had no intention of practicing the Cold Moon Technique or the Cold Moon Sword. He basically focused on recuperating his injuries every day.
In the early morning, there is thick fog on the mountain.
Fang Yun opened the door and walked out of the wing. Outside the door, many Lengyue disciples lined up in a square formation, practicing Lengyue sword skills in the pine mist. Just in front of the corridor, several outer disciples
The servants are cleaning fallen leaves.
"Brother!"
Seeing Fang Yun come out, a handyman smiled and said hello. Among the rooms in this row, Fang Yun was the least pretentious.
"Well, thank you for your hard work." Fang Yun nodded.
"Senior brother, you're welcome," the handyman smiled and said casually. At this moment, several outer disciples came towards him from the corridor. The handyman immediately put away his broom and stood upright.
"Senior brother!" the handyman shouted loudly.
The two outer disciples ignored him and walked straight forward. When they passed by Fang Yun, they glanced at him and walked away quickly.
In the eyes of other outer disciples of Lengyue Sect, the person who lives in the seventh wing is very weird. He rarely goes out, does not participate in the morning sword practice, and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine often wafts from the room. This person is not usually very harmonious.
It can be said that it is extremely weird to socialize with the outer disciples but mix with those handymen.
However, no one dared to provoke him. Although this man looked like a sick man, his eyes were very sharp. Especially when his eyes were slightly narrowed, it felt like a sword. After just one look, I felt timid. How could I do anything else?
Take action.
"Brother, the medicine you asked for is here!"
At this moment, a servant came over carrying a medicine jar.
"Thank you very much."
Fang Yun took the medicine jar and thanked him, then entered the room. He is now suffering from severe blood loss and must take blood-replenishing medicine every day.
Inner disciples and outer disciples rarely interact with each other. Fang Yun has no intention of having a close friendship on Lengyue Mountain. He only goes out once a day.
It has been a month since Fang Yun entered the mountain. During this month, his internal energy has recovered very quickly. Now he has reached a level of cultivation equivalent to living in a fetus. Going up further requires a lot of internal energy to nourish his strength, energy, and essence.
And heroic spirit.
The seven souls of a person are usually scattered in the limbs and eight bones, formless and integrated with the flesh and blood. Maintaining the operation of the seven souls is the condition for the body's survival. The process of eating every day can actually be regarded as providing the seven souls with every food.
It requires a lot of energy. And the process of condensing the seven souls requires a lot of energy.
Because of Fang Yun's unique body, the Seven Souls are several times more powerful than ordinary people. The amount of energy consumed is unimaginable by ordinary warriors!
"Wow!"
Fang Yun sat cross-legged on the bed. After drinking the blood-replenishing potion, he immediately took out a porcelain bottle, poured out more than ten high-grade elixirs, and then swallowed them.