Over the town of Bluestone.

Dark clouds surged in from afar, and the gloomy sky was overwhelming.

Everyone knows that a rainstorm is coming.

Watching the pedestrians on the road step into the gate one after another, the proprietress of the Forget Worry Inn smiled from ear to ear, twisted her fat body and greeted the guests in person.

As the sky grew darker and darker, the vacant seats in the inn became scarcer, but fortunately, the people in the town knew each other well, and they didn't quarrel over the seats.

Many Taoists with higher status chatted with each other.

"Wu Jianmen has suffered heavy losses recently, and it is estimated that Qingshi Town will also be affected, alas, I don't know where else can this world go?"

"No matter how chaotic the spiritual gate is, it won't affect us, at most it's just a little sad. ”

"It's hard to say, there were a lot of Taoist deaths in Heshi Town next door. ”

"If you can't speak, don't speak!"

"It's rare for everyone to get together, don't quarrel, I heard that a spiritual vein has appeared in the Ximu Forest under the jurisdiction of Baixi Cliff, does anyone know the news?"

"The spiritual veins of the Ximu Forest have long been taken away, and the elders of the Fortune Fortune Sect have led people to pounce, and you have no chance to go if you want to go now. ”

"Yes, it's a pity. ”

"You're not going to listen to that homeless kid these days, are you?"

"What street boy? I heard from one of my brothers yesterday. ”

The ordinary townspeople sitting around them did not dare to speak, so they could only drink wine and eat small dishes, listening to these stories that did not belong to them.

But soon, the Taoists who were talking across the table closed their mouths and fixed their eyes on the group of people who stepped into the inn.

An obese middle-aged man with an indifferent expression, five handsome young men and women, and eight teenagers and girls of different heights.

It had been pouring rain outside for a while, but strangely there was no trace of the group of people.

And judging from the clothes, I don't know how much better it is than in the inn.

The proprietress knew that this group of outsiders was not easy to mess with, so she hurriedly greeted them with an apologetic smile.

"A few distinguished guests, I'm really sorry, there are no more private rooms in the small shop, if you want to stay in the hotel, there are still a few upper rooms in the small shop. ”

A young man next to the middle-aged man glanced at the few empty seats downstairs and said, "Just make us a bigger table." ”

When the proprietress heard this, her heart was much more relaxed, and she beckoned the man to put together the rest of the table, and then asked the shopkeeper to personally take out the wine from the back kitchen as an apology for the poor hospitality.

A few plates of side dishes were served, the treasured wine was also poured into the wine glasses, and after a few words of apology, the innkeeper retreated to the back kitchen with interest.

The proprietress also stepped aside and secretly observed the group.

In today's world, it is not chaotic, but without any strength and background, how can it be possible to show up with a few beauties.

One of the young men in the group took a sip of the wine glass, did not have any evaluation of the wine on his face, it seemed that he had just drunk the usual white water, and then raised his head and said to the guests around him: "You say yours, don't care about us. ”

There was a conversation all around, but no one focused on the group.

And it is very different from the original lively scene, and the speech is extremely quiet.

The young man didn't pay attention to the guests around him, and said in a deep voice to the middle-aged man beside him: "Master, there are only three years left for the time given to us by the Immortal King, I think it is better for us to determine the candidate as soon as possible." ”

The middle-aged man said flatly: "Don't worry, wait." ”

The young man seemed to have something to say, but in the end he didn't say a word, just drank another glass of wine in silence.

The guests around were all paying attention to the movement here, but after hearing no sound coming out, they were so frightened that they put away any thoughts and sat down on the stool honestly.

The sky outside the inn is getting darker and darker, and there are fewer and fewer guests entering the inn, and because of the atmosphere, many guests who enter the inn rarely speak.

At this time, a skinny teenager came to the door of the inn soaking wet, staring at the guests in the inn, as if he wanted to walk in.

The proprietress frowned and motioned to the guy next to her, there is a distinguished guest coming to the door today, but this homeless child can't come in and make trouble.

The guy immediately walked to the door with a broom, and whispered viciously: "Get away from me, and break your legs again!"

The young man pleaded with a sad expression: "I'll just ask something, can you let me in?"

"Get out of here!"

The guy looked at the proprietress behind him, and then kicked the boy in the chest.

However, in order to avoid affecting the guests in the inn, the strength of his feet was not too great, but for the young man's thin body, this kick also made him fall to the ground.

"Where are the Nine Gates and Twelve Halls, I beg you to tell me, I beg you!" After the boy fell to the ground, he struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

The guy didn't expect the young man to dare to speak loudly, if he angered the proprietress, he was angry and raised his right foot to kick the young man's head.

This kick was extremely powerful, and directly kicked the boy to the side, staining the rain under the boy red.

The guy seemed to feel still angry, and kicked the young man who was already unconscious.

But what the guy didn't expect was that instead of putting his foot on the boy's head, his right foot sprayed blood and flew into the mud in the distance.

"Ah, my legs, my legs!" the man's face turned pale in an instant, and he covered his right leg in great pain, watching in horror as the blood flowed into the rain.

"Is the bloodline of the Qi family also something you can offend?" The middle-aged man didn't know when he appeared beside the guy, grabbed the guy's head and threw it to the side directly, and then looked at the young man on the side and frowned.

The incident outside the inn attracted the attention of the guests, but none of them dared to leave their positions, and many even trembled their legs, fearing that they would be involved in the incident.

The proprietress also stayed aside in fright, watching the crowd walk past her in a daze.

A group of people who followed the middle-aged man walked to the door with different expressions.

The young man glanced at the young man and frowned, "Master, this person is the bloodline of the Qi family?"

The middle-aged man nodded, and said with a strange expression: "If it weren't for the reaction of the spirit weapon, I wouldn't even feel the blood on his body." ”

The woman beside the young man also asked, "Master, is he the direction that the spirit weapon pointed us to?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It should be right, but it's too powerful to return to your ancestors." ”

Another young man spoke up: "Master, then he is also one of the candidates?"

The middle-aged man did not answer, but his eyes showed a trace of remembrance and sadness, and he said to himself: "If the eldest brother is still here, he will be very happy to see this child......"

The middle-aged man picked up the young man, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "Qingfeng, the three of you can start, there are still many people loyal to the sect here, and they will obey your arrangement when they take out the token." ”

The young man and the other two were a little surprised, but they still nodded together and said, "Yes, Master!"

The middle-aged man looked at the other people and said in a deep voice: "He Xiao, you send Yuan Xin and the four of them to the Immortal Continent, and in three years, I will see at least one of them returning to the ruins." ”

"Master rest assured, the disciple will not fail in his mission!"

The middle-aged man nodded, looked at a few of the younger disciples and said, "Xu Ling, the five of you follow me, and then leave with me in three years." ”

"Hmm!"

Only then did the middle-aged man look at the frightened people in the inn, and said softly: "Spirit Dao fifteen, follow the law, forget." ”

......

In the thunderclouds, a huge white wind spirit boat moved forward slowly, surrounded by powerful lightning around the wind spirit boat, but it couldn't get close half a step.

In Feng Lingzhou's room, the remaining five disciples gathered around the middle-aged man, while the scrawny young man lay on the bed.

Xu Ling asked behind the middle-aged man, "Master, is this person really our little junior brother?"

The middle-aged man turned around and smiled: "What, do you think the qualifications are not good?"

Xu Ling hurriedly replied: "The disciple doesn't dare, it's just that the disciple thinks that there should be a more suitable candidate, after all, this is the most important thing for the sect!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The Eight Great Spirit Vein Worlds, we need to find a suitable successor in any world, and he is very suitable for me." ”

Xu Ling hesitated for a while, and said softly: "But the little junior brother's heart is too resentful, and I am afraid that the risk of crossing the catastrophe in the future will be very great......

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Who in this world has no grievances, why don't people complain about the heavens when they seek eternal life? Seek wealth but get nothing, why not complain about the way of the world?

Xu Ling was silent for a moment and spoke, "Obey the teachings of the master. ”

"You, you. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, didn't take this fart to heart, and continued: "I know you all think that his qualifications are not good, but who can say clearly about qualifications?"

"As the president of the Mortal Chamber of Commerce, the sect master only began to cultivate at the age of sixty, and when he was a hundred years old, he was still an incarnate Taoist, who would dare to say that the sect master has good qualifications?"

"But after the age of 100, two years to build the spirit, five years to become a Mahayana Taoist, why not surprise the Quartet?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man below him and said: "Qualifications are such a thing, just like mortals doing business, some people have more money, some people have less money, but how much money they can make in the end is not about the amount of money at the beginning. ”

"He is very angry, I will give him three years of new life! He has poor qualifications, and I will give him more capital than ordinary people!"

"The spirit weapon chose him, I met him again, and his atavism is such a coincidence!"

The middle-aged man smiled at the disciples and said, "Even if my choice is wrong, what if the sect is gone, why should we force it, if we can, we will take revenge, if we can't, we can't!"

"He is my chosen disciple, your junior disciple, and that is enough. ”