Lin Lang thought about it carefully, he really didn't have anything to hand over to Sun Mu. In some places of the path of cultivation, his understanding was not even as good as that of Sun Mu, and it was all piled up little by little by time.

The reason why Lin Lang was able to have today's cultivation realm was not an exaggeration to say that it took ten times the time of ordinary disciples of the Riyao Divine Palace. Thinking of this, Lin Lang had another liver pain.

"Senior brother doesn't want to teach? I know that my talent is dull, and my cultivation has stagnated for so many years. Now I am twenty-eight years old, and I have only reached the realm of the fourth level of the Wang Spirit Realm, but my determination can be seen in the world! As long as my senior brother can accept me, I will definitely take my senior brother in the future!"

Sun Mu said very sincerely, and he himself is also a person with a very high spirit. Back then, Bu Cong wanted to accept him as a younger brother, but he didn't agree. But today, when he saw Lin Lang's demeanor, he had an urge to follow him strongly.

The corners of Lin Lang's mouth twitched.

Listen to this is a human language??! twenty-eight-year-old Wang Lingjing fourth-level monk...... Or when the cultivation has been stagnant for four years.

I have worked hard in the mirror world for nearly fifty years before I can barely climb to the Wang Ling Realm!!

Lin Lang dragged his forehead, quite a headache.

"Senior brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I really don't have anything to teach you. ”

"You two don't have to fight, just leave it to me. ”

At this moment, Gou Zimo appeared in front of the two of them, he poured a large sip of wine into his mouth, and then staggered over. “

"Master, Master...... What did you just say??"

Sun Mu asked incredulously.

"I said I'll teach you! You are a disciple of the Changliu Palace, and when you encounter a problem in your cultivation, you don't come to consult me, but instead go to consult Yang Qi, this kid? Don't you take me as a master in your eyes??"

Hook said drunkenly, but his eyes were no longer as gray as before, but a little more imperceptible brightness.

"Master !!"

Sun Mu shouted excitedly, it seems that he is not the only one who has been affected by Lin Lang.

Lin Lang also smiled and looked at Gou Zimo.

Hook scratched his head silently, took out a thick stack of books from his arms, and stuffed them into Lin Lang's hands.

"The situation of all the disciples of the Changliu Hall is recorded in detail above. Three days later, the ten places in the Purple Pole Mausoleum will be determined by you!"

Gou Zimo waved his hand and walked away: "Remember to tell me the list in advance." ”

"Master!Wait for me!!"

Sun Mu smiled at Lin Lang, and then hurriedly followed.

Lin Lang held the scroll and was silent for a long time.

Gou Zimo handed over the quota to himself to finalize, which is a trust in himself and a test.

Lin Lang casually flipped through the information recorded in the scroll. The roster is arranged one by one in the order of entry, and each disciple's age, height, weight, birth, and even the martial arts and techniques he is good at are recorded in detail.

Turning it back, it even records the reasons why the disciples entered, and what they did after coming to the Changliu Hall.

The last page is about myself:

Yang Qi, the former disciple of the Falling Snow Palace. Reason for getting started: Unknown.

Good at martial arts: Jade Toad asks for swordsmanship, immovable Ming Wang Seal. Body ......

The information is very detailed, and looking at the appearance of the ink that has not dried, it is estimated that it has just been written.

The corners of Lin Lang's mouth hooked up a smile, it seems that this master still cares about his disciples behind his back. It's not like Lu Yulong said at all, he doesn't know anything about the disciples of the Changliu Palace.

......

After returning home, Lin Lang carefully flipped through the information of the disciples who had been staying for a long time.

He first singled out Sun Mu and Bu Cong. Although Bu Cong had some festivals with himself before, as the strongest combat force in the Changliu Palace, he had to be brought along.

Not to mention Sun Mu.

In addition, Lin Lang also gave priority to picking a few people with better styles and more self-motivated.

Compared with cultivation, what is more needed for the current long-term stay is to adjust the atmosphere. And Lin Lang also decided to bring this group of people into his henchmen, and after returning, he began to regulate the atmosphere of staying for a long time.

Lin Lang is ready to let the Changliu Hall bloom again! The temple with such a past and nature should not be buried like this.

At least Gou Zimo and Sun Mu have begun to make changes.

The next step is to lead more people and integrate into the team. And this trip to the Ziji Mausoleum will be Lin Lang's first step.

After screening ten people, Lin Lang took out another ancient book.

There are detailed records of secret places such as mausoleums and ruins.

After reading the ancient books. Lin Lang has a very comprehensive understanding of the knowledge of these things.

The mausoleum is similar to a tomb, but the owner of the mausoleum will lay a powerful barrier before death to prevent future generations from coveting the treasures of his life.

Of course, there are also many strong people who will set corresponding tests and screen their heirs. However, this kind of person is usually a casual cultivator and has no lineage of sects.

And every time this kind of mausoleum is unearthed, it is the primary target of the major sects. It not only hides all the wealth of the owner of the mausoleum, but also may have a unique inheritance of martial arts, which is also the most precious thing in the mausoleum.

The next day. This news was like growing wings, and it quickly spread throughout the entire Changliu Palace.

"Is that really the case???Did Yang Qi choose me too?"

Bu Cong looked at Bu Sheng on the opposite side in surprise, his injuries had not fully recovered, and now he was just able to walk on the ground.

"It's true!!, it's a little weird. Big brother, do you think it was a trap deliberately set by that kid who wanted to invite you into the urn??"

Bu Sheng felt that Lin Lang was not at ease, so he frowned and asked.

"Probably not. If it was arranged by the above, he shouldn't dare to do anything. You haven't been to the mausoleum and may not be clear about what's going on inside. In the mausoleum, the halls usually fought for their own treasures. Yang Qi pulled me in, probably for the sake of the combat power of the Long Stay Palace. ”

Bu Cong touched his chin and calmly analyzed. In the Red Lian Hall before, he had entered the mausoleum of a strong man, and this was the case at that time. The various halls compete with each other, and may even fight for a certain treasure or inheritance.

This is also one of the few places where disciples from various temples can fight each other. However, the shrine also has a rule that no one can be killed.

The warlike Bucong has always liked such places. It's just that the Changliu Hall has never had the opportunity to obtain the qualification to enter the mausoleum, which is where Concession Cong has always been unhappy.

So why did the upper echelons give the quota to the Changliu Hall this time?

"Then big brother, are you going?? Your injuries are not healed yet!"

Bu Sheng asked with a worried face.

"Go, of course! I can't ask for such an opportunity. ”

Bu Cong grinned, the bandage on his body collapsed under the expansion of his muscles, he wrapped the bandage around his fist, the agitated aura made the bandage float slowly, and he now felt that his strength had recovered seventy percent.

In two more days, at least eighty percent of the strength can be restored, which is enough!

......

Two days passed quickly, and it was finally time for the opening of the purple-level mausoleum.

On this day, Gou Zimo took ten people and flew to the island high in the sky on a flying spirit animal.

For the other nine people selected by Lin Lang, Gou Zi was silent and did not make any further changes.

In this regard, Lin Lang may see it more clearly than himself.

By the time the people from the Long Hall arrived at their destination, the remaining twenty-three people from the Temple were already waiting in a neat line.

"I'm sorry Elder, I'm late again. ”

Gou Zimo was as late as ever, but Elder Xuanyin, who was standing at the front, didn't blame him, but showed a satisfied smile. His eyes especially stayed on Lin Lang and Bu Cong's bodies for a few more seconds before urging the hook to be more relaxed.

"Little Brother !!"

Lin Lang was speeding up his pace and running towards the position of the Changliu Palace, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice, and a small pink hand grabbed his arm.

Lin Lang turned his head to look and saw Jiang Xiaoyue, who was wearing a pink skirt, showing a little tiger tooth, and greeted him with a smile.

Before Lin Lang could speak, Sun Mu on the side interjected directly without looking: "What a junior brother!!This is our senior brother!!"

As soon as Sun Mu finished speaking, he saw that Jiang Xiaoyue now belonged to the position of the Falling Snow Palace. When he saw her appearance clearly, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

"Originally, it turned out to be a friend of the Falling Snow Temple...... You talk, you talk!"

"Hmph. ”

Jiang Xiaoyue pouted, and did not have a chance to be Sun Mu on the side, but looked at Lin Lang excitedly.

"How about the little junior brother? It's been almost a month since I lived in the Changliu Palace, and I don't know how to come and see people. ”

Lin Lang scratched his head stupidly, these days he was first approached by Bu Cong, and then he had to arrange the place of the purple-level mausoleum, and in his spare time, he was tired of being with the two girls of Ying'er Xing'er, and he really couldn't get out.

"Hmph! It turned out that I ran to the Changliu Palace. No wonder Satsuki doesn't want to tell us. I really don't know what's good about a place like the Changliu Palace, it's worth abandoning the falling snow!"

The sarcastic words came, and Lin Lang noticed the figure behind Jiang Xiaoyue.

It was Su Wensheng, who was still a little uneven, who was still a little uneven, and Xiao Zining, who also had a little resentment in his eyes, stood beside him. As well as some other familiar disciples of the Falling Snow Palace, the eyes that looked at Lin Lang were a little unkind.

"Senior brother!!"

Jiang Xiaoyue stomped her feet and glanced at Su Wensheng, and Su Wensheng closed his mouth at this time.

Lin Lang knew that he was at a loss, so he could only hurry back to his position.

Sun Mu on the side was a little indignant: "Senior brother!!The people of the Falling Snow Hall really want to see you and not get used to your appearance?!What should I do?!Do you want to move their hands in a while?!"

"Go, go!"

Lin Lang patted Sun Mu's head, this guy is trying his best to block himself.

Lin Lang then searched for Mu Zhiyuan in the crowd. I remember that she was assigned to the Hall of Hundred Flowers. The Hundred Flowers Hall should also be a high-ranking temple. However, Mu Zhiyuan's cultivation is still shallow, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to allocate the quota of the purple-level mausoleum.

"The people who stayed in the temple for a long time??"

"The people of the Changliu Hall are also here?

"Hahaha, I haven't seen anyone who stays for a long time for many years, what a rare guest. ”

"Where, where??"

The disciples of the various halls heard the movement here and went back and forth one after another.

"Hey!!Zhang Zhe!"

"Hey, isn't that Li Hu??!"

"Bu Cong!I see Bu Cong!!"

"Isn't that Sun Mu's kid, he's here too!"

Because most of the disciples of the Changliu Hall were disciples abandoned by other halls, many people present knew them.

Therefore, the presence of the Changliu Hall immediately caused quite a stir.

Most of the disciples in the Changliu Hall had complicated expressions, only Bu Cong had his arms around his chest, and he looked proud of the audience.

Because even in the former Chilian Palace, he was a well-deserved boss.

The evaluation of the disciples of the Changliu Hall was uneven, some people scoffed, some people were nostalgic, and some people were in awe and fear.

In short, the long hall is a very special existence. It is a collection of temples and the object of common concern for all.

Most of the people in the middle temple knew the news that Changliu was coming, and most of the leading disciples among them stared at Lin Lang with jealous eyes, the scene where Lin Lang defeated Jing Ziming with thunder a few days ago, they remembered it vividly.

As a result, the Changliu Palace, headed by Lin Lang, immediately became the biggest imaginary enemy of these mid-rank temples.

However, the people of the upper temple just set their eyes on Bu Cong's body. After all, Bu Cong was the first person in the Chilian Hall before, and even if he was placed in the Changliu Palace, he was also a strong opponent of the disciples of the upper temple.

"Alright. Let's talk about it later. ”

Elder Xuan Yin clapped his hands, then glanced around, and after making sure that everyone had arrived, he asked silently at the hook who had not yet left.

"What, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Hook Mo smiled and shook his head, he didn't drink today either.

"I'll stay outside. ”

"Oh?"

Elder Xuan Yin looked surprised.

"It's fine. This time the mausoleum is not simple. Multiple people are guarded outside to avoid some accidents. ”

"Gone!"

Elder Xuanyin waved his big hand, and the two hundred and forty-one people present rose in the wind, Lin Lang only felt that the sky was spinning in front of him, and when he had just opened the mirror heart to be clear, his feet had already landed.

The crowd came to a claustrophobic space. The space here is not large, barely accommodating more than 200 people standing, and it is slightly crowded.

Lin Lang looked around, unable to understand that he was still on an island high in the sky a moment ago, surrounded by warm sunshine and breeze.

Why did you come to such a cold and damp place in the next second?

Elder Xuanyin's method, Lin Lang really couldn't understand it.

It reminds me of a newly excavated cave, with water dripping down from the top, and the surrounding walls inlaid with dark blue crystals, and the whole space is shrouded in a mysterious and dark atmosphere.

At the far end of the space stood a portal that was two people tall and five people wide.

A light blue halo appeared on the surface of the portal, reflecting the faces of the crowd, but behind the portal, there was nothing. It's like a mirror, standing there quietly.