It is too common for there to be fights in the immortal cultivation world, where there are people, there are grievances, even if there are no grievances, because there will be disputes over interests.

"What's wrong?" asked Liu Qinghuan.

Yan Zhengfeng looked worried and said, "I suspect that there are remnants of the Wan Hu Demon Sect who are secretly targeting the disciples I sent out to practice. ”

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes, pondered for a moment and said, "Is there any solid evidence?"

Yan Zhengfeng's brows furrowed even tighter: "Not yet." However, the disciple had questioned the injured disciples in detail, and had also seen the corpses sent back by the murdered disciples, and the wounds all had the characteristics of demonic cultivation. ”

After the two sects of Yin Yang and Futu failed to invade Yun Mengze, because of Liu Qinghuan's tough methods and the prestige of the Banshan Academy to exert pressure, the two major demon sects finally became the target of public criticism, and after compensating Yun Mengze for the catastrophe A large number of materials, the remnants of the forces were quickly divided by the various factions of Wan Hu, and the people of the sect also fled in panic.

The demon cultivators of these two sects must hate him and hate Wen Shi to the bone now!

Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyes, hid the coldness in his eyes, and said lightly: "Then go and check, find out." The so-called teacher is famous and has evidence, so I can go to someone and talk to him. ”

Yan Zhengfeng hurriedly answered "yes": "The door has ordered to go down, let the disciples reduce their travel to Wan Hu's side in the near future, even if they go out, it is best to hide their identities or be with others." ”

Liu Qinghuan nodded, and then asked, "When I came back, I saw that the atmosphere in the door was lively, and all the disciples were very happy, but what was the good thing?"

"Taizun forgot, this year is the first time that our Yunmengze sects have recruited new disciples on a large scale after the catastrophe. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Zhengfeng finally smiled a little: "A few days ago, Elder Lin, who went to Eagle's Nest City to be in charge of this matter, came back with a message, this time there are many children who come to join our faction, and after testing, they have reached the entry standard, which is about forty percent more than the last ten-year recruitment before the catastrophe, and there are many good seedlings among them. Therefore, after the disciples in the sect got the news, they were very happy about it. ”

I see. The inheritance of a sect is the top priority, and if you want to last for a long time, you must not only have a great monk who supports the sect, but also need to constantly have fresh blood to join.

However, a few years ago, Yun Mengze's mortals also suffered from the pond fish in this catastrophe, from the easternmost Wenshi faction to the west of the Shaoyang faction, there were many prosperous mortal cities along the way, but they were wantonly killed and destroyed by the demon cultivators who passed by.

Liu Qinghuan became interested, asked in detail, and said with relief: "This is very good, and it is not in vain that we have devoted ourselves to restoring the rest and recuperation of the world all these years. Although it is easier for the immortal cultivation family to give birth to children with spiritual roots, the base is too small, and tens of thousands of mortals are the true foundation of the immortal cultivation world. ”

"Yes!" Yan Zhengfeng sighed, thought for a while, bowed down and asked, "Taizun, the entrance ceremony of the new disciple will be held in about half a month, you see, do you want to preside over it yourself?"

Liu Qinghuan sighed a little emotionally for a while, and said: "It is the first time that the mountain gate has been opened after the disaster, and I happen to be inside the door, so it's good to see the children." ”

Yan Zhengfeng was overjoyed, obviously he didn't expect him to agree, and hurriedly said, "Disciple, go and arrange it now!"

He left in a hurry, and Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh, and returned to the backyard to tell Mu Yinyin the news.

Mu Yinyin thought for a moment and took out the messenger: "In this case, I will also postpone the time of going out for a few days, and stay to see the new disciples enter before leaving." ”

In the next few days, the atmosphere in the Wenshi faction became more and more lively, and the entire sect attached great importance to this time, and the news that he would attend the entrance ceremony spread even more, causing a sensation among the disciples, and many disciples outside hurriedly rushed back.

Qingjian Peak was quieter, and Liu Qinghuan was able to accompany Mu Yinyin well, but it was just by the mountain stream, under the pine wind and moon, and the days were dull and warm.

During this period, he took the time to go to Songxi Map, Dongtian was under the care of Chu Yi and Xiao Hei, there was nothing to worry about, what he wanted to see was the two immortal seeds planted earlier.

One has begun to take on the shape of a bamboo, the thin bamboo body has grown to the second subsection, the branches and leaves are green like a sword, and the momentum is natural.

"Master, what kind of immortal bamboo is this?" Chu Yi asked curiously.

Liu Qinghuan stared for a long time, and said helplessly: "I don't know." Your master is not known to all the heavens and the earth, and at present, he can only determine that among the thousands of bamboo species in the mortal realm, it does not belong to any of them. ”

And the other amethyst-like immortal seed is even more mysterious, always shrouded in a rich purple mang, and only two spare-like fat leaves can be faintly seen.

Liu Qinghuan went to the top of Daqing Mountain again, and saw that the mixed yuan lotus had already bloomed a round of green jade-like petals, and the growth was quite good. What was surprising and surprising was that he had thrown a shriveled immortal seed that seemed to be a dead seed on the side of the Mixed Yuan Lotus Pond before, and now he seemed to have a trace of vitality.

Liu Qinghuan came out of the picture with satisfaction, and decided to go back and focus on collecting news about Xianzhi, otherwise he would be a little aggrieved if he didn't recognize the treasure now.

Time flies, and soon the day will come to hold an initiation ceremony for new disciples.

On that day, the Immortal Peak was crowded with people, and all the disciples of the Wenshi Sect gathered here, but no one made a loud noise, the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, and the law was like a law.

Liu Qinghuan stood in front of the Taiyi Hall with his hands in his hands, and behind him stood various elders, peak masters, etc., his eyes swept over the crowd, but he found that there were only twelve out of ten familiar faces.

Dayan retreated, Yun Yi did not return, empty at the boundary bridge from Yunmengze to Wanhu Realm, and his apprentice Jiang Nianen also traveled and did not return.

There are also many people who have turned into a handful of loess, or their cultivation has stagnated and exhausted their longevity, or they have died in the middle of nowhere, or they have died on the battlefield with the ill-fated Yun Mengze......

And after seeing Ji Yue, who he hadn't seen for a long time, a trace of surprise flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, but then he thought of his master Ming Yangzi and the long-deceased senior brother Zuo Zhishan, and his heart couldn't help but be gloomy.

When the brothers met, they were speechless for a while.

There are four masters and apprentices, and now only two of them are left. After all, the further you go forward, the more lonely it becomes......

Fortunately for him, Mu Yinyin has always been by his side and never abandoned. And when I saw those young new disciples, like timid and curious little turtledoves, lined up out of the side hall, I was a little relieved.

He remembered the scene many years ago, when he first entered the Wenshi School, when he was also at this age, led by Ming Yangzi into the door, full of expectations and longing for the career of cultivating immortals, he felt that the world was big, and there was nowhere to go.

The loud bell rang, interrupting Liu Qinghuan's thoughts, he lowered his eyebrows, put away all the emotions in his heart, straightened his clothes again, and turned around and walked into the Taiyi Palace.

Worshipping his ancestors, reciting sacrifices, and taking the stage to worship the heavens, every step is the same as at that time, except that he has changed from a person who listens from the audience to a person who teaches on the stage.

And time has quietly slipped by more than 1,600 years.

The blue aura is like a light cloud, flowing down from the high platform of the heavens, diffusing over the dedicated and pious disciples, over the halls and halls engraved with traces of time, and over the mountains and verdant sycamores.

At this moment, the grass and trees are vigorous, the people's hearts are quiet, the Tao flows naturally, and the heaven and earth are vast and boundless.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes and walked down the high platform amid the joy of the disciples exclaiming for a breakthrough and growth in cultivation.

......

"Senior brother, do you dare to get drunk?"

Ji Yue raised his hand to catch the thrown wine jar, covered a corner of the mud and sniffed it, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay!"