At the foot of the high mountain, a dense forest.

At this moment, it is the setting sun, and the dim yellow light sparsely falls through the gaps in the leaves, projecting onto the ground, and the light and shadow rise and fall, bringing a misty atmosphere.

"This is the outside world."

"The Otherworldly Outside World!"

A boy in a black and blue robe appeared in the forest, looking around and watching the scenery with great interest.

He is Jing Qing who broke through the sword formation not long ago.

Although he doesn't know much about the outside world, fortunately, he knows a lot of common sense through the jade slip of the Sword Forest Gate, for example, the gathering place of immortal cultivators.

The so-called gathering place is actually a relatively large spiritual land, that is, a place where the spiritual veins gather, this kind of place is large and small, but without exception, it is more abundant than the spiritual energy of the outside world, which is very beneficial to cultivation.

Mortals call it the fairy land.

Generally speaking, small gathering places are usually inhabited by more than 100 monks, and large ones, tens of thousands, are not unusual, and because of the large flow of people, there will be a trading market inside, which is used to exchange and buy what is needed.

Now what Jing Qing is going to go to is a place where spiritual veins gather, there are at least more than 20 spiritual veins, and nearly a thousand monks often move in it.

Although the Sword Forest Gate has been destroyed for many years, the monk's concept of time is different from that of mortals after all.

What's more, unless a spiritual land dissipates its spiritual veins, it will not be abandoned in any way, and hundreds of thousands of years is not enough time for a spiritual land to undergo vicissitudes of life.

Sure enough, after searching the forest for a short time, Jingqing found a rocky hill in the middle of the forest.

The black-brown rocks look hard and barely grassy, in stark contrast to the lush scenery around them due to their strong aura.

Jing Qing's left eye opened, the color of blood flashed, and a piece suddenly recessed on the stone mountain, and a passage appeared, leading directly to the inside of the hill.

"This is the gathering place of Donglin, although the phantom array outside is not as powerful as the sword array, it is really magical enough."

Like a hillbilly entering the city, Jingqing groped his way through the passage and into the belly of the mountain.

In small gathering places, there are generally no guards, and only a few monks will work part-time to maintain order and earn some spar cultivation.

Inside the rocky hills, larger than it looks from the outside, is a huge karst cave, and the stone walls of the cave have been carved out by the monks, and the name of the shop is carved on the stone cave, radiating a bright light, which can be seen from a distance.

Along the intersection, looking at the monks coming and going, Jing Qing wandered around and walked to the door of a shop, where a fiery red fruit was very conspicuous in the crystal transparent counter.

"It's ......"

According to the old demon's alchemy knowledge, combined with the classics in the Sword Forest Gate, Jing Qing immediately recognized the identity of the fruit.

With a move in his heart, he walked in and asked Xiao Er inside the door:

"How do you sell this fruit?"

Xiao Er, who was reading the jade slip, raised his head, looked Jing Qing up and down a few times, and said casually:

"The price of this store is fair, if this fruit is good, well, four hundred ordinary spars will be."

"Okay."

Jing Qing didn't think much about it, even if the spar on his body was picked up for nothing, he didn't feel heartache when it was flowered.

Xiao Er was taken aback, he didn't expect that Jing Qing really had enough spars to buy, until he took out the spars, he hurriedly recorded the account in the jade slip, scooped out the fruit from the counter, put it in a jade box, and handed it to Jing Qing:

At this moment, a monk dressed in green clothes stepped forward, and after saying a few words to Xiao Er, he glanced at Jing Qing twice, and with a "snap", he threw out a small bag of spars, and said arrogantly:

"My son-in-law wants this fruit, and I won't let you suffer, here are five hundred spars, the extra is your reward, hurry up and hand it over."

Without even glancing at the monk in green clothes, Jing Qing put away the jade box and walked towards the door.

Jokes, even if he is a small person, he has his own self-esteem, not to mention a sword cultivator like Jing Qing, who has been trained in the sword formation, his character is like a long sword, he would rather bend than bend, how can he bend his waist for a hundred spars.

Ignored by Jing Qing, the face of the monk in Tsing Yi changed, and he was furious, if he didn't see through Jing Qing's specific cultivation, he would have rushed up to do it.

"A small casual cultivator actually dares to ignore my Donglin Changsun family."

The fierce light in his eyes was revealed, and the monk in Tsing Yi did not dare to do it because of the rules of the fairy land.

Angrily walking out of the shop, he quickly entered a nearby restaurant, went up to a private room on the third floor, saluted respectfully to a monk in Chinese clothes who was sitting quietly, and finished the whole story with oil and vinegar, quietly waiting for his decision.

"You mean, it was an ordinary loose cultivator who snatched the blood fruit?"

The monk was very young and handsome, and his long narrow eyes were like a poisonous snake, which made people feel cold.

"I'm sure."

The monk in Tsing Yi was very sure that his cultivation was higher than himself, but he was wearing such a shabby robe, what kind of big man would he be?

"Spend four hundred crystals to buy a loose cultivation of the blood fruit, hmph, a loose cultivation, what's the use of wanting this kind of spirit fruit, does he have a way to alchemy?"

"Forget it, let him go, in half a year, it will be the day when the gate of heaven is wide open and the apprentices will be accepted, I don't have time to pay attention to these chores, I must quickly break through to the seventh layer of qi training, so that I can be more sure."

"You hurry up and prepare a high-grade cave mansion, don't make any extraneous branches, if you mess up, you look good."

The monk in Huafu was puzzled, and then thought of something, his face turned cold, and he commanded.

"Yes, I'll do it."

The monk in Tsing Yi was drenched in a cold sweat and left the restaurant.

"Hmph, a casual cultivator dares to offend me, this time you are lucky, if it wasn't for a few days ago, you missed the practice."

The monk drank a glass of water and wine, and his face was very unhappy.

He is a direct descendant of the eldest grandson of the Donglin Xiuxian family, and his natural spiritual root has reached the level of middle and second grade, and only one of the hundreds of millions of people has come out, and he belongs to the real son of Tianjiao.

A little loose cultivation, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

If it was a weekday, if someone dared to lose his face, he would definitely not give up.

However, half a year later, it was the day of the Donglin Mountain Range, the first sect, and the Heavenly Gate announced the acceptance of disciples.

As a large sect, Tianmen generally only accepts young disciples, and it is rare for monks over the age of ten to enter.

There is a reason for this, because only when you grow up in the sect from a young age, are disciplined by the sect, and are taken care of by your brothers and sisters, you will have a strong sense of belonging to the sect and be better educated.

This was a rare opportunity, even if he was a genius child of the Donglin Immortal Cultivation Family, he didn't want to miss it.

Because only such a large-scale sect can have more prospects for development and give full play to its proud talent.

The monk in fancy clothes, thinking proudly.