Chapter 334: Melancholy Middle Age

"A lonely mountain?"

The four of them looked at each other, then quickly came to a conclusion.

"Because the four of us are guarding the teleportation array, and because of our own cultivation to reach the first realm of the Xuan King, we can only occupy a small mountain peak for the four of us. ”

Although the mountain peak was small, it was large for the four of them.

"Generally, if you cultivate to reach the fifth layer of the Xuan King, you will be able to have an independent small peak, and in addition, those who have made great contributions to the sect can also obtain one. ”

"The contribution includes a wide range, such as defending against intruders, saviors, capturing powerful demon beasts, etc., anyway, as long as you do something with great benefits for the sect, you can be rewarded with a small mountain. ”

There was another sentence that the elder did not say.

So far, Longmen has not had a precedent of rewarding a small mountain peak for making too much contribution, and it is basically obtained by cultivation.

Shangguan Murong wanted this mountain peak very simply.

Bai Hu said before that Shangguan Murong was a little happy to make himself a close disciple of Long Aotian, but now he didn't think so.

She doesn't have that kind of time to rely on others to improve, she must learn or complete all the tedious things within four months, the most important thing is the refining weapon, Shangguan Murong must have a large enough place to try, otherwise if she fails, especially the weapon above the Xuan Rank, the power of the explosion is unimaginable.

"Is that a huge contribution to the throne?"

Shangguan Murong said curiously.

"Thrones, you mean the ten thrones of the ten demons of the East?"

The four asked.

"Not bad. ”

"That also needs to be at least the top five, but the situation that the Dragon Gate has demon beasts has led to the other sects setting a single rule, so that the Dragon Gate has never been on the list at all. ”

The four of them all lamented with regret, that list can be said to be a list to measure the quality of the disciples of each faction, but since the six factions of Longmen have competed for hegemony, no one has been on the list.

If someone makes the list, then the contribution is indeed enough to reward a small mountain.

"That's good, then you don't have to be that closed disciple. ”

Shangguan Murong stretched his waist, then stood up and came to the entrance of the cave.

"It's spectacular. ”

Looking at the rolling hills and the dragon gate that could not be seen at a glance, Shangguan Murong sighed sincerely.

"Of course. ”

Beside Shangguan Murong, the elusive Qinglong leaned against the door.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the master. ”

Qinglong didn't have too many greetings, and immediately pulled Shangguan Murong and flew towards the highest peak.

"Ahem, you can't slow down. ”

In front of the majestic and magnificent mountain peaks, Shangguan Murong was holding the ground, and the sudden acceleration and sudden stop were really uncomfortable.

"You're a person who has never been seriously injured by the Soul Eater, so it's hard to be afraid that you won't faint. ”

Qinglong laughed, and then stood sideways, his expression serious.

"That being said, I can't stand the torture either. ”

Shangguan Murong staggered to his feet extremely helplessly, then looked at the burly young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and immediately straightened his posture.

"Dragon Gate disciple Feng Sheng greets the sect master!"

Qinglong cowered in front of him, his face was serious, presumably he should be the myth of the east, the dragon master of the Dragon Gate Aotian!

"No, I'm not the doorman. ”

Xuanwu looked embarrassed, he was just here to report for Long Aotian, but Shangguan Murong inadvertently recognized the wrong person.

"Go in, the master is waiting for you inside. ”

The red lacquer gate is open, and a few hundred meters ahead, there is a huge palace resplendent with gold.

Shangguan Murong squinted and glanced at Qinglong, wasting so many of his feelings in vain.

Helpless, the real door master is still waiting for himself inside, it is impossible to make him wait for a long time, right?

He immediately crossed the threshold and strode towards the palace.

"Qinglong, I didn't expect your guess to be true, she actually succeeded. ”

Xuanwu showed unconcealed surprise between his eyebrows.

"Of course, these things are not worth mentioning in front of my Qinglong.

............

The red door of the palace was closed, and Shangguan Murong didn't dare to push it open easily, so he had to stand at the door and shout.

"Dragon Gate disciple Feng Sheng came to meet the sect master!"

Squeak.

As soon as Shangguan Murong's words fell, the brand-new door slowly opened.

The structure of the palace is the structure of the council chamber, except for the throne above the steps.

"You're Fengsheng?"

The melancholy man lying on his side on the throne with a face full of vicissitudes, with a pair of listless eyes, asked.

"Not bad. ”

Shangguan Murong stood outside the threshold and nodded.

"Well, it's indeed a good seedling, let's find Xuanwu to pick a good peak for you. ”

Long Aotian yawned, without the edge of a peerless genius on his body.

"Yes. ”

Shangguan Murong hugged his fists, then slowly took a few steps back, and turned to leave.

The red door had been slammed shut, and the listless Long Aotian had also regained his sitting posture.

"Aotian, she feels stronger to me than you. ”

A woman walked out of the small room on the side, although her appearance was not outstanding, but her whole body was filled with a sense of happiness, which made people nostalgic.

"Wouldn't that be better? A person like her, who is pretentious, would not turn his back on the sect and leave behind a sordid reputation. ”

Long Aotian smiled evilly.

He didn't know Shangguan Murong, and he didn't want to understand, if it weren't for the fact that Longmen was suffering from the crisis of the flying dragon and causing this disaster, he wouldn't have come back.

"Okay, since you choose to come back and be the master of the Dragon Gate, you must be responsible for them and can't neglect your duties. ”

Qing Yao feigned anger and said.

"I'm an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, how can I have so much passion when I was young, not to mention, in the years I was away, Qinglong and they may not be worse than me. ”

It was rumored that he was so talented and radiant that he was, but one day after killing the real demon who broke through the emperor's road, he found that there was only one goal left in his life.

That is to take good care of Qing Yao, without him.

"You still broke through Emperor Xuan earlier, don't let the Qinglong them chill. ”

Over the years, Long Aotian can be said to have been meticulous to himself, but to put it mildly, he has blatantly abandoned Qinglong and them.

Reasonably, he can't be a hands-off shopkeeper.

At least to break through Emperor Xuan, he must do it.

"Well, I also need to train her more, and it is best to let her be the master of the Dragon Gate. ”

Long Aotian still absolutely believed in the eyes of Qinglong and the others.

Since the two of them were full of praise to Shangguan Murong, it meant that Shangguan Murong was enough to receive his position in their hearts.

When he was young, his goal was to take Longmen to a new level, but now his goal is just to spend his life quietly with Qing Yao.

It was only now that he understood why there was a hidden master.

Although this kind of thinking is sorry for the three beasts who have other dreams, life cannot be perfect, and all he can do is to fulfill his heart's wishes.

"Aotian, my wish is not the same as yours. ”

Qing Yao lay on Long Aotian's chest and closed her eyes.

"You are now in the eyes of the disciples of the Dragon Gate, but you are a god-like existence, you can't live up to them. ”。

Long Aotian's status is a spiritual belief among all the disciples of the Dragon Gate, and he doesn't show up now just to recuperate, so as not to reach the height expected by everyone when he appears in the future.

"So be it. ”