The entire dock, built on the beach, seems simple, but in fact it spreads out with a sense of atmosphere. There are many disciples wearing uniform gowns who are in charge of guiding the boats and boats.
These disciples are not very old, and their cultivation bases are all condensed energy. Among them, those who pass by like patrols from time to time are the foundation-building monks.
I don’t see how arrogant the look is, but the feeling of loftiness in the bones is not strong, but it exists, but in terms of attitude, most of them are outsiders, and they are very polite.
Behind the dock, there are rows of carriages, the horses being pulled look a little strange, not four legs, but six, and they have horns on their heads, which look like horses, but with long beards.
This is a unique fierce beast in the Tianhe Sea. It is easy to be domesticated. Here, it is called Tianma.
Farther away, there are three towers towering high, with lights shining in them, even if they are in the sea and far away, you can see these three towers.
Meng Hao's eyes swept away, and he immediately saw that in these three towers, there were three monks sitting cross-legged, all of whom were middle-aged, with the highest cultivation level, one in the middle stage of alchemy, and two in the early stage of alchemy.
Obviously here, guard this place to prevent chaos.
The entire dock beach, the entrance and exit of this holy island, are in order, but there are many people coming and going, so even if night falls, there are noises coming out.
At the same time, Meng Hao saw at least a dozen boats coming one after another, and under the arrangement of the people here, they entered the port one after another.
No one came to greet it. It’s called the Holy Island. Its inner Xiaoyao Zong is the most powerful sect in the entire fourth ring. Such a behemoth, even if it has always been well-known to the outside world, will not be welcomed by anyone. A small family outside the sea.
Like the Zhang family, during the period when the Xiaoyao Sect was collecting disciples, there were many families outside the sea who came here. At this moment, there are hundreds of boats docked in the dock. This is just one side. All counted, I'm afraid there are thousands of boats.
In addition to coming to worship, there are some of them for trade. Because of the strength of the holy island, the city of cultivation here has become a famous place in the fourth ring.
Some things needed for spiritual practice can often be purchased here in an all-round way.
As night fell, the sea breeze was blowing, bringing the unique smell of the sea, and bursts of coolness towards his face. Meng Hao took a deep breath and walked on the dock deck, looking at the holy island under the night, and looking at the distance like shadows. Mountain peaks.
The members of the Zhang family, under the leadership of the young woman, also walked out. The children were a little nervous at the moment, looking around with curiosity, deep in their eyes, with anticipation.
Nan'er firmly grasped the young woman's hand and looked around, a little scared.
When the foundation-building monk of Zhang's family handed over the disciple of Xiaoyao Sect who was in charge of the dock here, the young woman looked at Meng Hao, bowed her body, and spoke in a low voice respectfully.
"Senior, this place is the holy island. The monks below the formation of Dan are prohibited from flying, so we can only travel by cart..."
Meng Hao nodded and didn't speak. After a short while, he saw the people of the Zhang family, after negotiating with the Xiaoyao Sect disciples, leading three carriages to the front.
It was the first time for all the children, including Nan'er, to see Tianma. At this moment, they opened their eyes wide, approaching deliberately, but looked scared. It was also the first time that Meng Hao saw such a beast, so he couldn't help but watch a few more times. Eye.
At this moment, on the deck of another dock not far away, a group of monks walked out of the boat that had just arrived. These people were dressed in gorgeous clothes. The man who took the lead was a man in his thirties. After completing the cultivation base, all of the three or five people who followed were also building foundations, with seven or eight children, and when they walked out, they glanced at Meng Hao and others at random.
The man in his thirties who took the lead gave a soft voice. After stopping, he took a closer look at the young woman from Zhang Family. The young woman also noticed the man and her expression changed.
"Wenfang!" The man recognized the young woman and spoke slowly.
The young woman pursed her lips, her expression was complicated, and bowed her body.
"elder brother."
As soon as the young woman spoke, everyone in the Zhang family changed their expressions, and the monks behind the man looked at them as if they had thought of something.
The man was silent, his eyes were sharp, he glanced at Nan'er, who was being pulled by the young woman, and frowned.
"Nan'er, this is your uncle." The young woman bit her lip and lowered her head and said to the boy next to her.
"Hello, uncle." Nan Er said crisply, with fear on her small face.
The man snorted coldly.
"Wenfang, my father is still angry about what happened back then. If you have the intention, go home immediately and I will speak for you in front of my father. Don't continue to be embarrassed outside!
As for this child... Don't let him call my uncle. Seeing you bring him here, do you intend to worship Xiaoyao Sect? You’ve been overwhelming since you were a kid, and now even the children are like this, which is disappointing. "The man spoke lightly, his words were unceremonious, and everyone behind him also chuckled lightly, especially those teenagers who showed contempt.
Nan'er trembled and became more frightened. The young woman raised her head abruptly, staring at the man, breathing quickly.
"Back then, I severed the relationship with you."
"Xu Wenfang!" The man widened his eyes and let out a low cry.
"Xu Wende, I am the Zhang family advocate Wenfang, you are not qualified to talk to me yet." The young woman spoke lightly, pulled the child beside her, and got into the carriage directly.
Everyone in the Zhang family looked at everyone in the Xu family with hostility, and sat on the carriage one after another. Here, Meng Hao always looked the same and didn't speak. He had already been sitting on the carriage before everyone else.
He was already like this, and the others didn't dare to persuade, and they all bowed their heads and said nothing. As the carriage moved forward, they gradually moved away.
"Bitch!"
"Shame on the face, the family was ashamed of you back then, today you still have the face to bring that bastard to worship here!"
"Since you insist on bringing the little bastard of the Zhang family here to be embarrassing, I want to see if he can survive several trials!" The man said coldly, his voice came, and he fell into the carriage away from Zhang's family, making everyone Can hear it all.
Brother Zhang family clenched their fists one by one. The young woman was in the carriage, her face pale, and she hugged Nan'er in silence. She didn't know what she thought of, and tears flowed down her eyes.
"Mother don't cry, Nan'er will definitely worship Xiaoyao Sect." The little boy raised his hand and wiped away the young woman's tears, softly assuring.
Sitting on the board of the carriage, Meng Hao ran along with Tianma on a repaired road, looked at the stars in the night sky, and heard the voice of the child inside the carriage.
"Is a good boy." Meng Hao shook his head and spoke softly. With his experience, he naturally saw clearly about the Zhang family. It was nothing more than a marriage that was not recognized by others, and then the young woman’s husband died. When the family declines, the wife and the husband are only in charge of the family.
Tianma's speed was very fast, and he drove all night. When the next morning, a city appeared in front of him. From a distance, the city was majestic and magnificent. Even if it was early in the morning, it was full of people. , Coming and going, very lively.
In mid-air, Changhong sometimes flew by, and in every Changhong, there were cultivators of pill formation.
Looking at this, Meng Hao gradually felt that there was something extraordinary about this Xiaoyao Sect, but he didn't know why, he always felt that the land of this holy island was somewhat familiar.
But I looked carefully, and I had never seen it before, but the familiar feeling was very strong, but Meng Hao thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out the source of the familiarity.
Following the east gate of the city, after entering the city, in a restaurant, the young woman from the Zhang family took Meng Hao respectfully and sent Meng Hao into a good house before taking people to other rooms.
Because she didn't know Meng Hao's thoughts, or whether Meng Hao would continue to escort her, before leaving, the young woman hesitated for a while and lowered her head to speak.
"Senior, there are still ten days left. It is the day when Xiaoyao Sect recruits disciples..."
Meng Hao nodded, did not speak, the young woman left respectfully.
In the early morning at this moment, Meng Hao opened the window and watched the people coming and going on the street outside. There were many mortals among them, mixed with monks, and the sun began to rise in the distance, and the light reflected on the earth.
As if being in a busy city, Meng Hao took a deep breath and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
"Why do I feel familiar here?" Closely, Meng Hao thought of this question again.
With Meng Hao's cultivation base, even if he could kill Zhanling's first sword now, he still didn't notice it. Around him, there was a ray of divine consciousness, which had been cautiously, since he stepped on this island.
The master of this divine sense is the ancestor who is now in the palace, who is frightened and frightened.
"His grandmother, this little bastard came here to escort others to the Xiaoyao Sect!!" The patron ancestor was extremely depressed. He felt that if he had known about this, he would cancel the worship of the sect.
In this case, Meng Hao would not be attracted.
"No, he's here, my ancestor, I couldn't sleep well, so I have to send him away quickly... Damn, there are ten days to recruit disciples? No, I will recruit tomorrow... His grandma's, I will recruit now!" The ancestor immediately raised his right hand, and suddenly a jade slip appeared, burned instantly, and flew out in an instant.
It turned into an amazing Changhong and went straight to Xiaoyao Sect.
Xiaoyao Sect, in the east of this holy island, amidst endless barren mountains, there are a total of nine large pits surrounding it. Although it looks magnificent, it always feels weird. Inside the nine large pits, there are countless carved fences and jade masonry. , A piece of luxury.
This jade slip went straight to the ninth pit in an instant, and fell into the hall in the pit in front of an old man sitting cross-legged.
The old man was seriously speaking to the people in front of him. When he saw this jade slip, he shuddered, squeezed it, and knelt down directly. When he lifted it up high, the jade slip immediately heard from the ancestor of the mountain. sound.
"Recruit disciples, start immediately!"
There were only eight characters, but it echoed the entire Xiaoyao Sect, causing Changhong to gallop in the other deep pits, turning into figures, and gathering in the Ninth Pit Hall.
These people are all the sect masters of the various grains, and their cultivation is good, and there are a few of them who had contradicted the cultivation with Meng Hao back then.
After a while, the ringing of bells echoed from Xiaoyao Sect, and when it spread to all directions, the disciples in Xiaoyao Sect immediately flew out hundreds of people, galloping around, to notify all the coming families, recruit disciples, and start now. !