The main hall of the former mountain.

The walls on both sides were lit with ever-bright lights, but there was a layer of black gauze in front of the lights. The light was very dim, and the main seat in front was almost completely hidden in the darkness.

"A word, are you willing to give it?"

Yu Chi Chu paced back and forth in the hall.

His legs were made of black wood, and he didn't wear shoes. He walked with a clattering noise, which seemed a little weird in this dimly lit hall.

People with disabilities usually do not want others to see their disability.

But Yu Chichu was different. On the contrary, he was even happy to show them.

After all, the whole world of self-cultivation could not find a second person who could make a prosthesis so delicate, even better than a real leg.

"I can see that you have no interest in that kid named Lu, why did you give him to me?" Yu Chichu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "It's really unreasonable to send people to sweep the floor... Do you know, He might be a magician!"

"Just because he broke your instrument?" Pei Qianyue, who was sitting in the main seat, said lightly.

Yuchi paused for a moment, and quickly denied: "No, who said that, my equipment is in good condition, and it has not been broken!"

After speaking, he didn't move, and silently returned to the side and sat down.

"I just feel that I have a relationship with him." Yuchi said, "Anyway, you don't want him, so why stay? I don't believe that you are a big Langfeng City, and you still lack a sweeper."

Pei Qianyue: "He voluntarily stayed."

"Can't you get it if you don't accept it?" Yuchi snorted coldly, "Why didn't I know that the first seat of the dignified Immortal League, the city lord of Langfeng City, also began to respect the wishes of his disciples, and his heart softened?"

"That's what you don't know."

"Pei Qianyue!" Yuchi stood up suddenly, "I understand, you are fighting against me. If it wasn't for your relationship with Qianqiu Patriarch, I wouldn't—"

In the darkness, something roared.

Yuchi Chu hurried back two steps, a tea cup was smashed where he was standing, and the tea was splashed all over the floor.

"Pei Qianyue, what's wrong with you?" Yuchichu scolded angrily.

The man sitting in the dark straightened his sleeves, and his tone was still calm: "I heard that your practice of longevity has not progressed well recently. If you don't want to continue, I don't mind helping you free yourself."

Yu Chi Chu: "..."

"Okay, let's go." Yuchi said, "I'm not a new disciple, I'm not too rare to ask for it."

He scolded and walked out, but Pei Qianyue suddenly stopped him.

"There is a report from Xianmen, saying that you have hollowed out three more spiritual veins." Pei Qianyue said.

Yu Chi Chu paused and turned around: "So what? It's not like you don't know how many spiritual stones I spend every day. The spiritual veins you gave me are not enough!"

"How much more do you want?" Pei Qianyue's tone was very patient, "How about I give you the newly discovered spiritual veins in Langfeng City?"

Yuchi's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Pei Qianyue said quietly, "What do you think?"

Yu Chichu: "...Oh."

Yu Chi Chu was serious: "Those consumptions are all necessary sacrifices for technological development. Why are you so lacking in dedication?"

Pei Qianyue: "Why don't you say this to those immortals whose spiritual veins have been robbed by you?"

The air in the hall stagnated for a moment.

"To tell you the truth, I'm doing a new study recently. If it can be successful..." He smiled, his eyes behind the glass mirror gleaming slightly, "Look at it, it will surprise you."

The light and shadow in the hall were dazzling, and Pei Qianyue was sitting on the main seat, almost blending with the darkness.

"Xiao Que." He whispered.

The hall door was pushed open, and a young man walked in quietly and knelt on the ground: "The disciple is here."

As soon as he knelt down, he saw the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground: "How can Pavilion Master Yuchi offend the city master? Could it be that he mentioned it..."

Before he could finish speaking, his neck suddenly tightened.

In the darkness, as if something invisible was tightly wrapped around his neck, it felt cold and smooth to the touch, making people feel cold all over.

Like... a snake.

In the empty hall, only the suffocated retching of the young man could be heard.

After a while, the strength faded.

The air was re-injected into the lungs, and the young man fell to the ground and coughed a few times. There was a lingering fear in his eyes, but he quickly hid it: "City...City Lord forgive me."

Pei Qianyue didn't answer, the young man got up and walked forward, took a new teacup, and poured tea for him.

"Tell me." Pei Qianyue asked coldly, without touching the teacup he handed over, "How?"

As we got closer, just saw that this young man was born warm and handsome. It was the disciple of Langfeng City who led Fengci to the main peak this morning.

Xiao Que said: "That disciple named Meng Changqing has a flat cultivation base, nothing special, but that Lu Jingming..."

He paused, as if considering his words: "Although it doesn't look special, he had anticipated several formation traps on the mountaineering trail. If it wasn't for a coincidence... he should be a talent with extremely sharp formations."

"Just sharp?" Pei Qianyue smiled vaguely.

His figure was completely hidden in the darkness, but Xiao couldn't feel his attitude, so he could only continue to say: "But he first broke the "mystery" formation of Lingwu Mountain, and then let the master of Wanfa Pavilion Treating him differently is definitely not easy. The disciple doesn't understand, since the city lord values ​​him, why not just let him be a part-time servant instead?"

"I value him?" Pei Qianyue said softly, "Who said I value him."

"This seat is just curious."

"Curious...who is he?"

The next day, the selection of the Immortal Sect was completely over, and the new disciples of each faction would follow the elders back to their respective sects.

Meng Changqing was admitted by the elders of Lingxiaomen yesterday, and he will leave with the people of Lingxiaomen today.

Feng Ci sent Meng Changqing to the front of the mountain gate.

"Junior brother, you have to take care." Meng Changqing pulled Feng Ci's sleeve, reluctantly, "I heard that if the outer disciples of Langfeng City behave well and are valued by the elders, they will have the same opportunity to enter the inner sect. give up."

"Also, you must be extremely cautious in your actions in the pie. If you don't understand, ask more questions. If your brother is not by your side in the future, you have to be more careful."

"Senior brother will also cultivate well and strive to avenge our Tianxuanzong as soon as possible."

He dragged Feng Ci and talked non-stop, and in the end, his eyes were still red.

Feng Ci felt helpless, but still spoke to comfort: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Meng, don't worry about me."

"How can you not worry about it!" Meng Changqing said, "Look at your unobtrusive appearance every day, and yesterday, you were almost misunderstood as cheating, and then you directly offended the Pavilion Master of Wanfa Pavilion, I really don't understand why you must If you want to stay in Langfeng City, it would be nice to go to Wanfa Pavilion..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ci quickly interrupted: "Brother Meng, you should go."

Not far away, Ling Xiaomen was already ready to go. Elder Ji Yun, who was sent by Lingxiao Sect to participate in the assessment, saw that the two were still saying goodbye.

"Don't let Elder Jiyun wait for a long time." Feng Ci said.

"It's okay." A gentle voice suddenly came in, "Tianxuanzong suffered this change, you two depend on each other for life, it's human nature to not bear to part."

The person in front of him was Tong Yan Hefa, wearing a blue robe, holding a whisk, showing an elegant bookishness. Lingxiaomen is known for its talisman and Taoism, and it used to be very popular hundreds of years ago. Even the princes and nobles in the folk saw this dress, and they respected it.

The two bowed to him.

Elder Ji Yun received the ceremony and said warmly: "But if you really don't want to be separated, why don't I ask City Lord Pei for a favor and let Jing Ming come to my Lingxiao Gate, how about that?"

He said this with a three-point smile and a very relaxed tone, but Feng Ci could see that there was no joke in his eyes.

Meng Changqing's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

But it didn't take long for him to be happy, and he woke up again.

For some unknown reason, his junior and senior brothers fell in love with City Lord Langfeng, and even refused the invitation of Wanfa Pavilion, not to mention the recently declining Lingxiaomen.

Sure enough, Feng Ci closed his eyes, and his attitude was humble and polite: "Thank you for the kindness of the elders, the disciple is ashamed."

This is what it means to refuse.

Meng Changqing was afraid that his junior brother would offend Lingxiaomen again, so he did not dare to say more to Feng Ci, so he said goodbye in a few words and left.

However, before leaving, he still asked one more thing.

"...Yesterday you made a splash in the root bone test. Beware that someone will dislike you and deliberately take revenge."

The words of the wind are naturally clear.

Although the selection of the Immortal League is ultimately based on their own abilities and the attitude of the elders, there is no fixed standard, and there is no specified number of people, but there are always people who feel that if they pull down the front, they will have multiple opportunities.

If you can't pull it down, you will be jealous, or you will put some charges out of nowhere, or you will form a gang to deliberately exclude you, in short, do something.

The wind speaks clearly, but doesn't care.

This kind of kid trick, he didn't care about it three thousand years ago.

What's more, although he entered the door, he was only a disciple of the outer door, and Feng Ci didn't feel that he had anything worthy of revenge.

After seeing Meng Changqing away, Feng Ci walked straight to the Outer Sect Disciple's Court.

The selection of the Immortal League has ended. He can no longer live in the other courtyard. Fortunately, he has nothing to deal with, so he can live there directly.

The outer sect disciples live in the back mountain like the inner sect disciples, but the inner sect disciples have their own independent courtyards, but the outer sect disciples can only squeeze into one disciple courtyard.

Feng Ci walked into the disciple's courtyard.

At first glance, there are more than ten houses, and there is a large open space in the middle. There are stone tables, lawns, and rockeries. It is much better than Fengci imagined.

As soon as he entered the yard, someone greeted him.

"Lu Jingming, isn't it?" The visitor looked at him in his twenties, tall and thin, with several teenage disciples behind him.

He looked at Feng Ci from head to toe, and said, "I think I'm such an incredible talent, and it doesn't look like that. But also, if it's really a talent, why did the city lord let you come to us? Do you think so? ?"

After speaking, he laughed to himself, and the younger disciples also laughed.

Wind Ci: "..."

Isn't this coming?

Xu is because Fengci looked indifferent, and the man also felt bored, cleared his throat, and said, "My name is Cheng Bo, and I am the oldest in the Outer Sect Disciple Institute. You have to listen to me in the future, understand?"

Wind Ci: "Pfft."

Cheng Bo frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Ci: "It's okay."

After so many years, this person doesn't feel that his name reads something wrong?

Fengci asked, "So where do I live?"

"Speaking of this, Junior Brother doesn't know anything." Cheng Bo said, "Our disciple's courtyard has seventeen rooms, one room for two people, there are a total of thirty-four people, and now they are all full."

Feng Ci frowned.

full?

Then why did Pei Qianyue say yesterday that the outer disciples are still one person away?

Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, after years of separation, you have learned to lie.

Daddy is very disappointed in you.

Cheng Bo continued: "But junior brother don't have to worry. We know that junior brother is going to move in. We have already packed a room for you in advance. You can live independently and have a quiet environment. You will definitely like it. Song Zhou."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stepped forward: "Senior brother."

Cheng Bo instructed: "Take our little junior brother to his residence, hurry up and pack up, there is still work to do in a while."

Song Zhou: "Yes."

As you can guess, the house prepared by this group of people for Feng Ci will not be very good. Feng Ci followed the little boy named Song Zhou all the way in, passed through more than ten disciples' rooms, and stopped at the door of a firewood room in the innermost courtyard.

"Just, it's here..." Song Zhou was so handsome, like a little rabbit, he didn't dare to speak loudly.

This small courtyard is actually good, but because it has not been used for a long time, it is full of dust and debris. There is a dead plum tree planted in front of the house, and there is even a dead mouse in the corner.

A good quiet environment.

Song Zhou stepped forward to help Fengci open the door, and was swept up in the face by the raised dust, so he coughed.

Feng Ci had expected it in advance, but did not step forward at all, and escaped the disaster.

The room is very narrow, only a bed is placed on the inner side, and other places are piled with various debris. The only window in the house was half broken, and it was slanted on the casket, and it creaked when the wind blew.

Feng Ci looked up and saw that even the roof was broken.

Song Zhou said: "Ahem... Junior Brother Lu, you are staying here temporarily... Senior Brother Cheng said that as long as the room outside is vacant, you can move out."

"No." Feng Ci walked in and looked around, "It's fine here."

Feng Ci's attitude made Song Zhou even more unbearable, so he comforted: "Outer disciples have an assessment every two years. If they can be valued by the elders, they can be promoted to the inner sect. The most recent one was three months later. Hurry up, keep going."

Feng Ci: "I know."

After he finished speaking, Song Zhou didn't rush to leave, Feng Ci looked back at him, and the latter whispered, "You have to be careful with Senior Brother Cheng."

Feng Ci was curious: "I don't seem to have offended him?"

Song Zhou glanced out and saw that there was no one outside, so he lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother Cheng has a cousin who came to participate in the selection of the Immortal League this year, but that one didn't even pass the first level of the six-door assessment, so... …”

Feng Ci understood: "So he thinks that I have passed the six examinations and found another way, which is unfair to other disciples who participated in the examination?"

Song Zhou nodded.

Wind speech helpless.

Pei Qianyue did not announce the reason why he and Meng Changqing passed the six examinations. If it were him, he would be dissatisfied.

Not to blame these kids.

The two were talking, and another disciple arrived. The visitor didn't even enter the small courtyard, but stood at the door and shouted at Fengci: "Lu Jingming, Senior Brother Cheng asked you to clean up and sweep Linxiantai. This is a pass token."

As he said that, he threw the token in his hand into the yard, and the ground stirred up a layer of dust.

Song Zhou was startled: "Linxiantai? But that's-"

That is where the city lord lives, a place that even their outer disciples dare not approach easily. Because no one dared to go, every time Linxiantai was to be cleaned, it was decided by internal lottery.

This sign is also called the sign of life and death.

Song Zhou wanted to say something, but he heard a human voice: "Song Zhou, why are you still lazy here, have you finished your work today?"

Song Zhou: "Just come!"

He glanced at Feng Ci hesitantly again, and finally said nothing, turned and left.

Quiet in the yard.

Feng Ci stood in the dilapidated firewood room, raised his hand, and the token that fell in the courtyard was lightly lifted by a gust of wind, and flew towards Feng Ci.

The token slowly flipped in mid-air, and the invisible streamer of spiritual power "swinged" in the courtyard.

When the spiritual power is too much, the dust disappears cleanly, the damaged walls, tables and chairs are automatically repaired, and they look brand new.

The firewood shed was transformed into a clean and elegant hut in an instant, with new branches with flower buds hanging in front of the window, and the incense burner by the table curled up with green smoke.

Feng Ci held the token and opened it.

Three large characters were written on the token.

- Lin Sendai.