"My name is Chifeng, the second-generation eldest disciple of the sect master, you can call me brother for the time being." The slender-eyed man smiled and introduced the rules of Wo Yunzong to them as he walked.
The mountain range where Woyunzong is located is called Dongtian Blessed Land, Three Cave Heavens, and Seventy-two Blessed Lands. There are three cave masters with the highest cultivation base in the sect. They are three brothers and sisters. They are Master Xuanji, Master Tianlang, and Master Qingtong. Among them, Master Tianlang is the sect master and is in charge of various affairs.
The disciples of the second generation and below lived in the Seventy-two Blessed Lands according to their factions. The disciples of the three cave masters, that is, the first-generation disciples, lived in the three caves with the cave masters, and regularly went to the Blessed Land to teach their lessons.
This Chifeng is the first disciple of the sect master's eldest disciple, so he has the highest status among the second-generation disciples. To call them a senior disciple is a compliment, because these newcomers are likely to become third-generation disciples. .
Just as he was talking, the stone steps had come to an end, and in front of him was a suspension bridge spanning a ten-thousand-zhang-high cliff. The suspension bridge looked very ordinary. It was tied with hemp ropes and made of wooden pads. It was at least five miles long. There were no handrails on both sides, and it swayed in the mountain wind.
In the scene of passing through the mountain gate, everyone dared not underestimate this suspension bridge, and they were all guessing what kind of treasure it was. Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth, this suspension bridge is really not a treasure, it is indeed made of hemp rope and broken wooden boards, this is the person who can twist five miles of hemp rope, really... Perseverance is amazing...
Standing beside the suspension bridge, Mo Tianliao looked up and saw that seventy-two peaks overlapped and surrounded, with three main peaks standing in the center. The rich spiritual energy danced around merrily, more than five times thicker than outside the door, and the spiritual energy on the three main peaks was even richer to the point where it turned into a flash of seven-color light from time to time. It was really a good place.
Chifeng had already stepped onto the suspension bridge first, without using any mana, just stepped on firmly with both feet and signaled everyone to follow.
Looking at the swaying suspension bridge, and then looking at the abyss under the suspension bridge, the mortal teenagers suddenly felt timid.
"Why, you're scared?" The girl holding the fox, named Chi Shan, was looking at them with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you're scared, just follow that way." Then, she pointed to the suspension bridge over there. , led by a man named Akagaki, a group of people walking directly to the east mountain road.
Those with three spiritual roots or below, who did not have the chance to meet the sect master, went directly to the blessed places. Those with better aptitude could be picked by the second-generation disciples, and those with poor aptitude were directly reduced to outer disciples.
These arrogant sons with high-level spiritual roots didn't dare to say more after hearing these words, and followed them tremblingly onto the suspension bridge.
The soft hemp rope was tied with thin wooden boards, and the mountain peaks scraped past, like a long swimming snake, swaying from side to side.
"Ah—" With a scream, Mo Tianliao, who was walking steadily, was suddenly grabbed by someone's arm, and he couldn't help frowning, and turned to look at the earth-colored boy behind him.
"Slow, walk slowly." The young man looked from a good background, and his clothes were very gorgeous. In the mortal world, the young master, who was dressed in fine clothes and food, had never seen such a battle.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows: "The faster this bridge goes, the more stable it will be."
"I, I don't believe it! You walk slowly!" The young man refused to let go of his hand without saying anything.
The corners of the upturned mouth slowly pursed into a straight line, Mo Tianliao took two steps slowly, and suddenly staggered.
"Ah..." The young man was startled, and quickly released his grasping hand, for fear of being implicated by Mo Tianliao.
"Let's go first." Before the young man could react, Mo Tianliao had already stood firm, stepped on the soft bridge like walking on the ground, followed Chifeng and jumped onto the opposite bank.
The teenager who tried to lean on others crouched on the bridge, clenched the bridge deck with both hands, and moved forward little by little, so tired that the people behind could not walk, so he had to squat down and walk slowly.
What he did just now is entirely out of his own nature. Venerable Gingtian has no habit of "being kind to others". When he sets foot on the other side, he will regret it a little. Will these hypocritical sectarians feel that his mind is vicious and unbearable
Chifeng narrowed his slender eyes and looked at Mo Tianliao with a half smile.
Chi Shan jumped over holding the little fox, raised her head and smiled: "You are interesting."
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment. Don't all the famous and decent people pay attention to "friendship of the same family"? how…
Before he could investigate carefully, a red light suddenly appeared from the mountain, and then, a handsome man in a red wide-sleeved robe suddenly appeared by the bridge: "Sect Master has been waiting for a long time, what are you waiting for?"
"Master!" Chifeng and Chishan immediately bowed and saluted, and the person who came was Yan Lie, the eldest disciple of the sect master.
"It's not that we are slow..." Chi Shan pouted towards the suspension bridge.
Yan Lie glanced at the group of turtles on the bridge, and immediately became furious: "A group of trash!" Saying this, he raised his hand and overturned the suspension bridge.
The long suspension bridge was unstable, but this time it turned into a twist, and the teenagers on it fell down like dumplings.
"Ah—" The screams came one after another, and a blue pattern suddenly lit up three feet under the bridge. The pattern was intricate and gorgeous, and it was a formation that instantly threw the fallen people onto the shore.
Mo Tianliao: "…"
This sect is kind of interesting.
After crossing the suspension bridge, there are endless stone steps. At the end of the stone steps, there are three rainbow bridges leading to the three main peaks. Everyone followed Chi Yan to the middle road.
The majestic Hongqiao is made of spar, the bridge deck is crystal clear, and you can see the birds passing by under your feet.
At the other end of the Hongqiao, there is a large hall with a height of three feet and a grand hall. The words "Woyun Palace" are written on it. behind the temple.
Outside the hall, there were second-generation disciples dressed in different clothes. When they saw Yan Lie coming, they all saluted.
There are no pillars in the hall, it is very wide. The smooth ground was painted with intricate patterns, and with the footsteps of everyone, a blue light flashed slightly. In the center of the hall, there was a man wearing a black and white wide-sleeved Taoist robe, with a simple jade crown on his head, his back to the crowd, and his hands behind his back.
"I have seen the Sect Master." Yan Lie led the crowd to salute.
The man turned around slowly, his face was that of a mortal in his thirties, wide-sleeved robe, ethereal aura, embellished with a few long beards, his face was kind, and he smiled slightly.
No one is more in line with the four words "Xianfeng Daogu" than Daoist Tianlang!
"All of you are talented geniuses with high aptitude, and it is indeed a blessing for my sect to join our Woyun Sect." Master Tianlang said with a smile, and his voice was also very kind.
This made the terrified teenagers just now, the dissatisfaction in their hearts dissipated immediately, and their faces showed joy.
Mo Tianliao lowered his brows and eyes, the cultivation of the real person Tianlang was unfathomable, maybe one point higher than that of him in the previous life, it is better to keep a low profile, so as not to be seen.
The sect master said some polite words, and Yan Lie read out the sect rules and the following arrangements on behalf of the master.
Most of them will be assigned to Qianya Blessed Land, where they will practice with the second-generation disciples over there. After the foundation is established, they will be assigned masters according to their aptitudes. However, there are exceptions. Today, the three cave masters and several first-generation disciples are listed. If any of them have a good eye, they may be directly accepted as direct disciples.
Although they are all inner sect disciples, the direct disciples are different from the ordinary disciples who were selected later. Ordinary disciples are students in the private school for the master, and the husband is only responsible for teaching the coursework; while the direct disciples are apprentices, who serve the master all the year round. Being around, beating and scolding, of course, the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages, such as opening a small stove from time to time, learning a trick or something.
After speaking, three high seats suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, and under the high seats, there was a circular high platform. Master Tianlang tapped his toes and sat firmly in the middle. Below are the five direct disciples of the sect master.
After a moment of silence, Master Tianlang frowned slightly: "Where is Xuanji?"
Before he finished speaking, a black streamer flashed across the sky, and a person wearing a sky blue robe, with a dozen disciples, came mightily.
The real person Xuanji is tall and tall, with a thin and handsome face, and his eyes are cold, and he doesn't seem to get along well. He rushed into the hall like a gust of wind and sat directly on his seat, without looking at the crowd, he only nodded slightly to the sect master, then lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Okay, let's take a look, everyone agrees." Master Tianlang smiled and motioned for the disciples of the next generation to take a look.
Mo Tianliao raised his head and looked at the empty high seat to the east, why did the sect master start without waiting for Master Qingtong
The three seats are similar in appearance, but they are different from each other. The suzerain's seat is simple and grand, the seat of the master of Xuanji is covered with a layer of black silk, and the seat of the master of Qingtong is covered with plain silk, and there is also a hanging around it. Layers of snow gauze. There was no one in the seat, and there was no disciple under the seat. It looked very lonely.
"Shenzhen Qingtong has been in seclusion all the year round, and it is easy not to accept disciples." Seemingly seeing everyone's doubts, the amiable Sect Master explained to everyone.
Mo Tianliao quietly looked at the empty seat. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel a little curious about this Qingtong real person who had not yet shown his face.
Soon, two people with single spiritual roots were picked out and belonged to the disciples of Xuanji and the sect master respectively, and there was another one with Tianling roots, who was directly accepted as an apprentice by Xuanji.
"Worship directly under the door of the cave master. After that, my status will be several times higher than that of me." The two teenagers standing behind Mo Tianliao whispered.
After everyone has finished their selection, the rest will go to Qianya Blessed Land. Mo Tianliao, as a double spiritual root, naturally becomes the rest.
"Wait a minute!" Master Tianlang suddenly stopped everyone and looked at Mo Tianliao meaningfully, "Come out."
Mo Tianliao's heart skipped a beat, but after hearing this, he went forward obediently.
The sect master was about to say something when suddenly a bright white streamer flashed across the east, and a disciple shouted loudly outside the hall: "The Master Qingtong is here—"
Sect Master and Master Xuanji were stunned for a moment, all the disciples of Wo Yunzong bowed their heads one after another, and began to salute before anyone arrived.
But I saw a snow-white figure coming from the sky, floating lightly on the high seat in the east. The man was dressed in a snow-white robe and covered with a gleaming white shark.
The wide sleeves swayed lightly, revealing a few slender fingers that were as white as jade, and the breeze blew the veil in front of the seat, revealing a delicate and impeccable handsome face. Miaomiao is like a snow-capped mountain and a cold spring, with a noble temperament and unattainable height.
Mo Tianliao had seen countless beauties in his previous life, but no one could match the beauty of the person in front of him, and he was stunned for a while.
The Demon Venerable with a firm mind is still like this, not to mention those young people who have never experienced anything in the world.
"Humph!" A soft hum was heard, melodious and ethereal as if it had come from ancient times, but when it reached my ear, it suddenly sounded like a thunderbolt.
The people who dared to stare at the real person Qingtong suddenly turned pale, and they bowed their heads and saluted, not daring to make trouble.
Mo Tianliao didn't want to look away. In his previous life, he was greedy for beautiful things, whether it was treasures or people. Therefore, those who wanted to please him always sent him all kinds of beauties. Those who are not as good as the people in front of you! Thinking that I used to use those beauties as firefighters, I was really unyielding!
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"Daily Life of the Demon"
Beauty Nails: I can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting
Woodworker: Let's paint the mold then
Beauty B: I have slender hands
Woodworker: Then go get mud
Beauty C: I have superb cultivation
Woodworking: this is good
Beauty C: Can the Demon Venerable want a slave to be a cauldron
Woodworker: go make a fire
Beauties:…
Woodworking: Little Claw Claw, let's go to the sun!