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August 15, osmanthus fragrant, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

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The moonlight is hazy, the cool breeze is blowing, the shadows of the trees are abundant, and the night is quiet.

This should have been a good time for a leisurely stroll, or a solitary thought under the moon, but someone was in a hurry and walked in a hurry. The light of the torches flickered in the darkness, and the lone figure was a little lonely and lonely.

The terrain is getting higher and higher, and the mountains and forests are dense.

Before I knew it, a row of straw huts suddenly appeared on the hillside ahead.

That's what Gotch is talking about?

Blameless stepped closer, raised his torch and stretched out his head to take a look.

A row of straw huts half-buried on the hillside, low and low, called shacks, is worthy of its name. There are two doors open to the south, and a small window to the left and right. And both of them are dark and quiet.

Wuyi hesitated for a moment, then walked over. When he opened the door nearby, he saw two rows of wooden couches in it. Although it is a little dark and damp, the place that is more than ten zhang long and two or three zhang wide is also spacious. It's just that the whole shack is empty, and there is not half a figure to be seen at all.

What about people?

There are no other shacks left and right, and this should be the only place for me. Forget it, and set up camp. It's good that no one bother, this son likes to live alone!

He put the torch on the pillar in the shed and walked to the corner.

The wooden couches are lined up, and it is a large bunk. The mat on top is quite flat and clean, which is enough for sleeping.

He threw the bag on the couch, then kicked off his shoes and jumped on it, then sat cross-legged and reached out to turn the bag upside down. With a "bang", there are a bunch of things in front of me.

A pair of boots, two sets of green cloth shirts, an animal skin, a glowing bead, a white jade brand, a short sword with a sheath, a delicate leather bag two feet in size, and daily necessities such as pottery pots, pottery pots, pottery bowls, bamboo chopsticks, and hand towels.

"I've opened a grocery store!"

Blameless muttered, took off his ragged shirt and put on a new one.

The green shirt is a little short, and he is dressed like a guy running in the hall; the boots are the right size, and they are soft and comfortable; the animal skin is written with the door rules of Lingxia Mountain, and the precepts of the Yujing Spirit Mine; the glowing night pearl is used to illuminate; the white jade plate is decorated with Yunxia patterns, engraved with the words of Lingxia Yujing on one side, and engraved with the name on the other, which should be the token of the fairy gate, used as an identity mark; the short sword is sheathed with animal skin, more than a foot long, quite delicate, and the size of the short sword inserted in his waist, but it can be easily drawn out of the sheath, the cold light is shining, and it looks very sharp; as for what the skin is used for, I don't know for the time being。

"Hard labor, and such treatment?"

Looking at the bits and pieces on the couch, Wuyi shook his head in surprise. You must know that it is a pearl of the night, which is worth a lot of silver. If you are not bullied, you will have food and drink, and a shack to live in, and you may be able to live such a life!

Just when he was comforting himself, someone blamed: "Since you are a disciple of Yujing, why should you be arrogant!"

Someone staggered in, no stranger, it was the thin yellow man I met before, named Zong Bao. After he spoke up, he continued to say with an unfathomable expression: "If you want to become an immortal and attain the Tao, you must work hard and exhaust your muscles and bones. But on the day of Lingyun, life is more grinding with a smile!"

After a little clean-up, you have to stay and salute.

Zong Bao walked closer and waved his hand very casually: "No need to be vulgar!" Before the words fell, the others were already sitting on the couch, suddenly smiling, gloating: "Presumably my brother is also a fruitless penance, so he was sent to this point, I don't know what to call it, and where does it come from......"

There is a kind of person, called self-cooked, who is easy to deal with, just like the one in front of you.

Seeing that the other party was behaving casually, he also became relaxed, so he reported his name and said with a smile: "The little brother has just arrived, so I will give me a lot of advice......

Zong Bao's feet were on the couch, sitting cross-legged, and he didn't see anything else: "If you have questions, you must answer your requests, who made me your senior brother!" His face was thin, his face was wrinkled when he smiled, only his eyes were shining, and the whole person looked very energetic.

The senior brothers have all come out, but I don't know who the master is.

Blameless curious: "Who did you and I learn from?"

Zong Bao smiled even more: "Haha, junior brother is really interesting......"

Blameless and embarrassed: "Brother, I have no intention of laughing, but I am really ignorant and ignorant!"

Zong Bao patted his chest: "Then you really met the right person, up and down Lingxia Mountain, there is no place I don't know......"

No blame is questioning from his stomach, and he hurriedly arched his hand to thank him first, and then he was not polite, and humbly asked for advice.

Zong Bao really has all the questions to answer, and can speak well-

"Hehe, but whoever is in the spiritual root, if someone recommends him, he can worship the immortal gate, I was recommended by the elders of the clan, how can I cultivate for several years without improvement, so I am wronged by this......"

"You ask how big Lingxia Mountain is? Lingxia Mountain is not big, but it is only a thousand miles in circumference, but it has a unique cave and a lot of mysteries! Among them, it is famous for Zixia Peak, Chixia Peak and Hongxia Peak, which can be described as the confrontation of the three peaks and each has its own merits. Zixia Peak is where the sect master and the major elders are located, and the aura is the strongest, Chixia Peak is where the halls are located, and Hongxia Peak is where many disciples gather......"

"How many people are there in the Immortal Gate? There are four or five hundred, most of them are hiding in the cave to meditate, and there are not a few people at all......

"What is a hall? You don't even understand this, poor junior brother, he is really a tender newcomer, and listen to me: Lingxia Mountain is divided into five halls, and there are five elders under the jurisdiction, namely the prison court, the scripture hall, the ceremonial courtyard, the law hall and the Yunshui hall, with different powers and responsibilities for supervision and supervision, classic book collection, internal and external affairs, cultivation inheritance and recruitment, and there are different categories, such as the scripture pavilion, the treasury, the house, and the Yujing Spirit Mine, etc......."

"To talk about the five elders, it's really amazing. Why do you say that? There is no master in this gate, so naturally five elders are in charge. Among them, the cultivation of the two elders of the prison and the Dharma hall is the highest, and it is said that they are already real immortals, and remember, they are the predecessors of Miaoyuan and Miaoshan. The remaining three elders are slightly weaker in cultivation, but they are also the best among the people who build the foundation, namely Miao Min of the Sutra Hall, Miao Yin of the Rite Academy, and Miao Yan ...... of the Yunshui Hall."

"Why is there no door master? I heard that none of the five elders are convinced, and one of the door masters has been vacant until now, if you want to investigate the reason, it is not for you and me to know......

"The disciples of Lingxia Mountain not only talk about the level of cultivation, but also have the number of generations, a total of fourteen words: the mysteries of heaven and earth are endlessly hidden, and the Lingxia Immortal Fate crosses the eight directions. The predecessors in the door are all from the Xuanzi generation, you and me...... Alas, there is no generation!"

"You should ask, why don't you have a seniority? To tell you the truth, although you and I have spiritual roots, our penance has been fruitless. If you don't have mana, you're no different from a mortal! Only if you are successful in refining qi can you become a true monk and be accepted by the immortal sect. Of course, it stands to reason that you and I should be disciples of the Miaozi generation......"

"What is the spiritual root? You are testing the knowledge of your brother in Chengxin, don't you hear that the spiritual root, the immortal foundation, cultivated by the five elements, is the foundation of the creation of heaven and earth. There is another poem: The clear water of the jade pond irrigates the spiritual root, and the immortality is the true ......"

"Who do you and I learn from? Haha, didn't I say that the name of Yujing disciple can only take heaven and earth as teachers, and since they are fellow believers, they should call each other brothers and sisters. Why am I your brother? Do I understand the first-come, first-served rule......"

In the shack, the two sat opposite each other. And one gradually became a little anxious, and the other was ignorant and doubtful again.

Even if Zong Bao was very patient, he gradually couldn't resist the repeated questions of no blame. Especially when the other party asked about the origin of qi refining and the level of immortal cultivation, he finally jumped off the wooden couch, waved his hand again and again, and said: "No junior brother, I can't understand it for three days and three nights, you don't know anything about the immortal way, it's really unimaginable......"

Wu Qi hurriedly chased after him, and said with a smile: "Don't go! You and I hit it off at first sight, why don't we talk all night, and we are about to ask about the relevant matters of the Yujing Spirit Mine, where have the people gone, and what is the use of this leather bag...... And, there's ......."

Zong Bao hurriedly dodged, and slipped out of the door in a blink of an eye: "It's almost midnight, Ming'er has to get up early, I will talk about it later, the coming day is long, please stay ......" Before his words fell, the person had disappeared into the night.

In the shack, only one person is blameless. He walked back and forth between the wooden couches a few times, and he was in good spirits.

From Zong Bao's mouth, he also knew the general situation of Lingxia Mountain. As he said, Ben Gongzi turned out to be the only mortal on the mountain who did not have a spiritual root. This is all thanks to the favor of the Purple Smoke Fairy, otherwise how could he be mixed in the fairy gate. It doesn't matter if you don't cultivate immortals, just don't live up to the fairy's good intentions! By the way, the fairy also asked that Xuanyu Daoist to send a gift......

Wu Blame hurriedly returned to the couch and took out a small jade bottle from his waist. Removing the cork and turning it upside down, a cyan pill appeared in the palm of his hand, looking round and mellow, and with a pungent fragrance.

Is it that Ziyan knew that I didn't have a spiritual root, so she sent the elixir, so that I could be reborn so that I could live and fly with her......

The corners of the blameless mouth hung high, the beautiful heart bloomed, and without thinking too much, he reached out and stuffed the pill into his mouth. He was busy learning to sit cross-legged, waiting for the earth-shaking change. And the hour of tea passed, and there was no movement on Zhou's body. He was amazed for a long time, so he had to give up, and then he cleaned up the bed, only to realize that two things were missing, the bedding and the pillow.

The shack is damp, it is cold in the middle of the night, and there is no bedding and pillows, how can you sleep?

A gust of wind blew through the window, and the torches that burned to the end slowly extinguished. The shed was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the cold chill came silently.

Wuyi shuddered, and hurriedly jumped onto the couch and huddled his knees into a ball.

In a few moments, boundless silence filled all directions.

He calmed down a little, then slowly sat up straight. Maybe the monks don't sleep and learn to meditate once.

Hmmm!Everything is fresh......