"This Taoist Priest Huang Yi is only a fifth-generation disciple of Lingyun Sect. He is young, not much older than me, and he is already able to fly with weapons. Not long ago, Xue'er was able to achieve such an achievement—"
Huang Yi in front immediately raised the corners of his lips, showing a hint of pride. Zong Shou, on the other hand, couldn't help but let out a snort, somewhat dumbfounded.
Seeing the first snow, I looked at it in confusion. It just so happened that the face of the 'Taoist Huang Yi' in front of him also made him extremely uncomfortable. Zong Shou simply explained in a low voice.
"Xue'er, you are rare and strange. What kind of magical weapon is flying in the air? It's just that this magic weapon is a little extraordinary!"
As soon as he stepped on it, a strong force was released, blowing away all the surrounding clouds. Sure enough, he saw densely packed runes being drawn underneath.
Chuxue only took one glance and realized that this spiritual formation was indeed the work of an expert. And it seems that all functions have been eliminated and can only be used for flying. Moreover, the control is extremely inflexible, and it seems that it can only move up and down and in a small area.
Such an almost useless magic weapon can be controlled by even a small psychic level spiritual practitioner, not to mention a master at the level of weapon master.
Her face turned red, and then Chuxue also laughed. Huang Yi in front was also slightly embarrassed. However, this man's face had obviously reached a certain level. In just a blink of an eye, he returned to normal, and he only looked at Zong Shou in surprise.
Zong Shou wanted to add a few more words, but then he thought about what he was arguing with this junior from the Yunling Sect? Finally, he smiled and said no more words.
The spiritual master's practice is divided into nine realms. These nine realms can be roughly divided into three stages, corresponding to the three rounds of heaven, earth and human beings of the warrior.
The three realms of calming the mind, observing the soul, and nourishing the spirit are the psychic stages. You can use and make talismans, as well as some extremely powerful Taoist techniques.
The three realms of leaving the body, traveling at night, and returning to Yang are the weapon-controlling stages in Chuxue's words, where one can control and make magic weapons. If one is in a period of low spiritual energy, this imperial weapon level is basically the top level of spiritual cultivation.
The last three stages of day travel, body shaping, and true form are the spirit control stage. It can control the spirits of the four directions at will, and it can perform Taoist magic without the cooperation of formulas and hand seals. Every move he makes has great power.
In his previous life, what these Lingyun Sect disciples liked most was to use this special magic weapon to pretend to be weapon masters to put up a good appearance.
However, as the truth spreads among players, it can only be used to scare newcomers and those in the system.
At about 10,000 feet high, Huang Yi showed his handprints again and uttered the word "Yin". The 'clouds' fell forward.
The terrain here is extremely flat. It is a platform protruding from the mountainside, with a space of ten thousand feet, and directly in front of it is a huge Taoist palace.
Outside the gate of the Taoist Palace, there were dozens of Taoists standing. There is also a group of children, lined up in a neat row, all with solemn expressions.
Huang Yi descended in front of the palace gate, and immediately turned to an old Taoist dressed in silver and said: "Master Lin's uncle, the Demon King of Qiantian Mountain, Wei Ran, wants his son to join our sect. There is Ling Yun. Zhu Ling is here, and the disciples dare not stop him!"
The old Taoist's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he didn't look sideways until Huang Yi finished speaking. Yin Yang also knew the opportunity and raised the token. The former's eyes flashed, he nodded slightly, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "I know, just go and find the first one. But the old man Lingweizi is not in Yueling Pavilion now. He should have gone to the Yuling Dao Palace—"
Huang Yi bowed deeply before walking towards the door. Zong Shou followed slowly, but he had just stepped into the door. A cold snort came from among the group of children: "Qiantianshan Zong clan, are you so great? What I can't stand the most is this kind of person who relies solely on the protection of his predecessors!"
Zong Shou blinked and looked into the crowd. This sight immediately made him feel slightly frightened.
In addition to the annual founding election, Lingyun Sect also has specialized manpower to search for talents in the cloud world. Select talents and beautiful jade, take them directly into the mountains and become inner disciples.
These young children, who are no more than fourteen at most, should be the geniuses collected by Lingyun Sect from all over the world.
I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now I looked carefully and immediately discovered more than a dozen people who would become famous in the cloud world in the future. Three or five of them even had fights with him as NPCs in the God Emperor game ten thousand years later. Of course, it is just a character created by the computer based on the classical records recorded by the developer, not the person himself. And the looks he looked over were slightly contemptuous.
But the person who just made the sarcasm didn't notice it.
The Taoists around him also smiled, pretending they didn't hear him and ignored him. Huang Yi did the same and walked forward. Only Su Chuxue was a little angry.
Zong Shou laughed dumbly. The style of Lingyun Sect disciples has always been like this, looking down on the weak and putting the strong first. He considers himself a high-ranking person and looks down upon all those who come to Yunlu from the east. The competitive atmosphere within the sect is also extremely strong. In his previous life, this was the most despised thing about Lingyun Sect.
In this life, it would be even more unpleasant for him.
The palace gate is a huge school grounds, occupying almost half of the palace area.
When the four of them passed directly, Zong Shou specifically looked at the stone platform built a hundred feet behind the gate of the Taoist Palace on both sides. He had seen these two places countless times and was extremely familiar with them.
According to legend, the left side of this place is the Tianfu Platform, on which there are talismans that no one can draw. On the right is the Ming Sword Platform, and on the platform is a sword formation that no one can break.
At least before the age of the God Emperor, it was indeed as rumored. Even those who are powerful in heaven are helpless. It once made all the martial arts spiritual masters in East Lin Yunlu feel extremely ashamed and humiliated.
Vaguely visible, on the platform on the left are twelve stone tablets, standing high. On the right, there are eighteen puppets, silent.
The corners of Zong Shou's lips raised coldly, and he looked away without nostalgia.
Passing through the school grounds, in front of you is an antique palace building, with vermilion cloud paint and golden glazed tiles, which looks extremely luxurious.
But just as the four of them entered the second hall, a middle-aged man also wearing silver-white robes stepped out of the door.
Seeing the four people, this person's eyes flashed slightly at first, and then his face darkened slightly, and he said to Huang Yi: "Where did these three people come from? Why are they here?"
Huang Yi didn't notice anything strange, so he just copied his previous answer and said: "Disciple has met Uncle Liang Miaozi, and these three people are guests from Qiantian Mountain. The Demon King Sect in Qiantian Mountain wants his son to worship him." Under my sect, Ling Yun Zhu Ling is here, so this disciple led them in!"
"The Demon King of Qiantian Mountain? But Zong Weiran, who has been rumored to have died recently?"
Liang Miaozi took it with his big hand, and a sudden blue light shot towards the Ling Yun Zhu Ling in Yin Yang's hand, making Yin Yang unable to hold it and letting it fly away. Liang Miaozi held the token in his hand, glanced at it lightly, and sneered: "It turned out to be a gift from my senior brother Yun. It's really generous. But just with this order, do you want to join my Lingyun Sect? I, Liang Miaozi, How could it be so embarrassing to let a waste with a dual-veined body worship the entrance wall of the Yingdong Hall in Zhangji?"
After hearing the last few words, Yin Yang knew something was wrong, and his expression suddenly turned ugly. Su Chuxue panicked for a while, raised her head and looked at Liang Miaozi blankly.
Huang Yi was also slightly startled and hesitated: "Uncle Master, is there something wrong with this? Lingyun Zhuling is a rule set by the ancestors thousands of years ago. This is a top-grade golden order. It is said that no matter what, as long as the request is not too excessive, I must accept it. It’s just for one person to join our sect. This has been done before—"