On this day, Fang Cheng stayed on the shore of the Sword Washing Lake as usual to practice swordsmanship.

A cyan paper crane came from far and near, and finally landed smoothly in his palm.

Fang Cheng opened the paper crane and looked at it, and found that it was written: "Hurry to the Foreign Affairs Hall." ”

The so-called Foreign Affairs Hall is the place where the Dustless Sword Sect issues the mission of the sect.

"I didn't expect this day to come. ”

Many thoughts flashed through Fang Cheng's heart, and his expression was neither surprised nor happy.

According to the rules of the Dustless Sword Sect, the disciples of the Mortal Realm would inevitably arrange a joint action mission every five years to hone them.

According to Chen Yanqing's memory, when he was on his first mission to the sect, he encountered the biggest crisis in his life, and that incident even changed his life.

Just when Fang Cheng was a little hesitant and didn't know whether to refuse to participate in this mission, a golden three-inch spirit sword flew in from the east.

He subconsciously raised his hand and gently grabbed this spirit sword, and then a wave of neutral and peaceful true qi went down his palm to the dantian, making him feel extremely comfortable.

"On the shore of the Sword Washing Lake, the Maple Leaf Forest" A divine consciousness escaped from the spirit sword.

Fang Cheng suddenly understood, this was Elder Gongsun Ying's communication magic sword.

Casually tucking the spirit sword into his sleeve, Fang Cheng showed light footwork and ran wildly in the direction where the maple leaf forest was.

The whole Xijian Lake occupies a hundred miles of land, and the maple leaf forest is located in the southeast corner, and it is ten miles away from the path at the foot of Luoyingfeng Mountain.

Fang Cheng had not yet cultivated into a real human law body at this time, and his feet were not a good horse. So it was a quarter of an hour before he saw the burning maple forest.

Although it was spring at this time, Gongsun Ying used the earth-shattering Dao technique to solidify the entire maple leaf forest forever.

"Disciple Chen Yanqing greets Elder Gongsun!"

Fang Cheng stopped in front of a wooden house in the maple leaf forest and shouted loudly.

The wooden house is dark red, and seems to be made of sunken wood, except for one door, which is not like gold and jade, and the door is engraved with many intricate patterns.

"Come in. ”

An ethereal voice seemed to come from all directions, and its source was unknown.

Fang Cheng took out the spirit sword from his sleeve, put it on the railing in front of the house, and then took a few steps forward to push open the door.

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After the door was first opened, the first thing that caught my eye was a roll of jasper bead curtains, behind the bead curtain was a white jade table about one zhang long and three feet wide.

"Sit down," Gongsun Ying glanced at him.

"Yes" Fang Cheng sat down with his sleeves brushed up without the slightest twist.

Although he couldn't understand the thoughts of this earth immortal power at the moment, he was just a little monk in the mortal realm, so what was he afraid of.

"Are you from an exotic land?" Gongsun Ying patted the table and pushed a tall jade cup over.

"The disciple is indeed from a foreign land. Fang Cheng knew his origin, and he couldn't lie about it.

"Then do you know why you were brought to this sect?"

"Disciple doesn't know" Fang Cheng's heart trembled, but he had never thought of the truth.

"Because your home planet is the Dao system left by the sixteenth generation patriarch of this sect. Gongsun Ying picked up the jade cup and swayed it gently.

"Sixteen generations of patriarchs......"

Fang Cheng was suddenly a little stunned, Chen Yanqing ascended to the earth immortal, and said that when the ancestor was the twenty-seventh generation.

Gongsun Ying's generation is twenty-five generations, and the sixteenth generation of patriarchs is already a big man more than 100,000 years ago.

But more than 100,000 years ago, there were no human beings on the earth, but modern apes.

The sixteenth generation of patriarchs went to an uncivilized place like the earth to spread the cultivation civilization, and it was a little cold to think about it.

"If you cultivate ten thousand tribulations one day, remember to help this sect retrieve a treasure left by the sixteenth generation of ancestors. Gongsun Ying raised her eyebrows and glanced at him.

Fang Cheng immediately retracted the many thoughts in his mind, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Disciple province." ”

"These are twelve golden needles, take them, each golden needle can save your life, don't forget your promise today. ”

Gongsun Ying casually shot out twelve golden needles, and the golden needles turned into golden rays of light that poured into Fang Cheng's Heavenly Spirit Acupoint one by one, reaching directly into his dantian qi sea.

"Thank you, Elder!"

Fang Cheng was about to raise his head, but found that there was already a silence in front of him.

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Three days later, Fang Cheng and eleven disciples of Luoying Peak went down the mountain together and walked out of the Jiuyi Mountain Range.

The leader of the team is a senior sister named Liu Jingjing, a real-life cultivator, and the other ten people are all cultivating in the realm of mortal qi.

Their mission this time is to travel to the mundane world, the ancient kingdom of the Great Martingale.

The Great Martingale Ancient Kingdom is one of the sixteen ancient kingdoms introduced by the Dustless Sword Sect, located in the eastern part of the Northern Regions, with a land radius of only more than 10,000 li and a population of only 15 million households (about 90 million people).

It can be described as a small place for the entire True Realm, but it is one of the origins of ancient qi practitioners, so its status is very transcendent.

The task of Fang Cheng and the others on this trip was to bring this period of good talents with cultivation talent back to the Dustless Sword Sect.

Regularly selecting new disciples is accustomed to all major sects in the entire Xiuzhen world, and according to the different concepts of cultivating disciples in each immortal sect, it may be a three-year period or a five-year period.

The disciples of the sects sent abroad in the major ancient countries are responsible for screening talents, and the special team of the sects is responsible for transferring the disciples.

Therefore, this kind of leisurely and beautiful guidance task is one of the favorite foreign affairs tasks of countless disciples who are still young in cultivation.

"Senior Sister Liu, it's getting late, why don't we find an inn and rest for the night, and then make plans tomorrow?"

A handsome and well-built young disciple in white drove the sitting Qianli Horse to Liu Jingjing's side and said.

Along the way, he tried his best to constantly offer his affection to Liu Jingjing, but the falling flowers were ruthless.

"Well, there's a market town twenty miles ahead, and we're hurrying up. ”

Liu Jingjing agreed to his suggestion for the first time, which made him very excited, and he was immediately overjoyed, and he felt quite proud of his eyebrows.

Fang Cheng fell at the end of the team and had been keeping a low profile, but at this time, he was thinking of something else.

Fortunately, along the way, everyone else regarded him as an elder and junior who went through the back door, so he was neither offended nor alienated from him, and Quan regarded him as a transparent person, which was more conducive to his actions.

"Senior Sister Liu, I suddenly felt a little averted just now, I may need to rest here for a while, can you be accommodating?" Fang Cheng made up his mind and spoke.

Liu Jingjing glanced back at him when she heard this, her expression unshocked. On the contrary, the other people had different expressions, as if they were looking at a fool.

"Then you stay here to breathe, but make sure to get to the market town before three o'clock. ”

As soon as Liu Jingjing's golden mouth opened, Fang Cheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, senior sister!"

Fang Cheng arched his hand, turned over and dismounted, tied Qianliju to a conifer tree on the side of the road, and then landed cross-legged on his knees as if no one was around, and began to exercise pranayama.

Liu Jingjing and the others saw that he didn't seem to be a fake, so they drove their horses all the way along the official road, and disappeared from Fang Cheng's field of vision in a moment.