After the Lantern Festival, another two months passed, and it was March of Yangchun, which was the time when the Changyang Sect was scheduled to accept newcomers.

Li Zhiwen sat in the Xinfang Hall of the main peak, he leaned against the window, looking at the scene of the world under the mountain.

The spring breeze is ten miles, and the buckwheat is green.

The flowers in various parts of the Changyang Sect gradually bloomed, and they were extremely beautiful.

The bottom of the mountain was red, and the delicate red flowers reflected the loft above the heads of passers-by

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