On the boulder at the top of the mountain, a thin figure sat reclining, looking lazy and casual. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info his dark eyes, staring at the sky full of sunset, looking focused and calm. He lost count of the number of times he had sat here watching the fleeting glitz of the sky as night fell. In addition to the first few amazements, after that, he gradually became numb, and before he knew it, his thoughts were detached from the beautiful scenery in front of him and drifted to the place that worried him. Only he knew that it was not that place that worried him, but the people of that place.

"Oh、、, mother, the child has disappointed you." He sighed softly, his tone depressed.

"Knock, knock, "

At this time, a rapid and low bell sounded at the foot of the mountain, and three times in a row pulled the young man's wandering thoughts back. The boy shook his head, sighed softly, and walked down the mountain with a helpless sigh.

This is one of the three peaks of the back mountain of Chaotian Palace, according to legend, the sixth generation of Chaotian Palace is to open the fairy road from the peak and step into the infinite ethereal fairy road. But after hundreds of years, no one in the Chaotian Palace has ever opened the immortal road, so over time, there are very few disciples who come to Yinfeng. The boy came here to see the purity here.

The young man's name is Jiang Xiaofei, and he was sent to Chaotian Palace three years ago to learn the Tao, but after half a year of failed to conceive, he was classified as an outer disciple, and engraved Taoist patterns on low-level magic weapons in the magic weapon building every day. Becoming an outer disciple is equivalent to a death sentence, and is regarded as a waste material that has nothing to do with the Tao. The role in Chaotian Palace is called an outer disciple, but in fact he is just a handyman, doing the work used by the core disciples every day, and sometimes he even has to serve tea and water to the inner disciples. Not only that, but the spirit stones that the outer disciples receive every month are pitiful compared to the inner disciples. It can be said that once you become an outer disciple, you have no dignity and no status in Chaotian Palace. But it's not that there is no possibility of turning over as an outer disciple, it's just that the possibility is very small. The Daoists above the elders in Chaotian Palace are all with fiery eyes, and a disciple's qualifications and possible achievements in the future are invisible under their old eyes.

Jiang Xiaofei's heart is undoubtedly lonely. He knew all too well the hoarse voice in his heart. Not only did he want to learn the Dao, but he also wanted to spy on the supreme immortal Dao. He clearly remembered everything he had experienced before coming to Chaotian Palace to learn the Tao. It was the person who made him give up his dignity and even sacrifice it. However, the results did not go as expected.

It's been three years, three years. In the introductory chapter, the Meditation Diagram had already been deeply imprinted in his mind, but he was never able to condense the Dao Fetus. Those core disciples can condense the Dao fetus in as fast as ten days and a half months, and at the latest in half a year. And he has not been able to make an inch for three whole years, which is enough to explain the problem. Maybe it's time for him to compromise with fate, but there is always a voice in his heart, and that voice is 'unwilling'. There are people like him who have not yet condensed the Dao fetus at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and these people are all outcasts in the sect without exception.

Jiang Xiaofei slowly walked down the mountain, his back lonely and lonely.

The bell ringing at nightfall means that all the disciples are about to enter their respective caves and start cultivating. And this moment is the happiest moment of the day for Jiang Xiaofei, even if there is no progress in cultivation, but at this moment his heart is peaceful. Compared to the core disciples, these outer disciples only have night time to cultivate freely, and for those who have the heart to learn the Dao, this time is undoubtedly precious.

Along the way, I met core disciples and also outer disciples. When encountering outer disciples, the other party can cast a kind smile, as if they cherish each other. And the core disciples they meet are not treated so well, often they will hold their heads high proudly, with indifference and disdain in their eyes. And you have to bow your body slightly, to show a posture of inferiority. For these, Jiang Xiaofei is used to it. Since he became an outer disciple, he has reluctantly accepted it.

Jiang Xiaofei came to the cave where he lived, took out the Yingmen stone and pasted it on the stone door, and the stone gate slowly rose in the sound of 'boom'. The space in the cave is small, and the hole with a large bowl on the top of the cave casts a dim moonlight. There are two beds on the left and right sides, and there is an aisle in the middle that only allows one person to pass through. That's all, there are no extra utensils. The treatment of the core disciples is obviously different, the cave mansion where they live is spacious and bright, and it is also used by one person.

In the past three years, he has made the only friend, and it is the young man with whom he shares this cave mansion, named Han Zhi.

It was empty, and it seemed that Han Zhi had not returned.

Jiang Xiaofei took off his shoes and went to bed, and naturally put himself in the posture on the holy map. In the past three years, he has practiced diligently, but he has never been able to condense the Dao fetus. But he had a tenacity and was never discouraged.

After a while, the stone gate opened. Jiang Xiaofei's keen spiritual sense told him that Han Zhi was back. In the past three years, although he has not succeeded in condensing the Dao fetus, his facial features have improved significantly.

"Hey, Brother Fei, don't practice anymore. Let's take two sips. "The rugged voice, stocky appearance, and strong body are exactly the Han Zhi who came in. He is also too poor in qualifications to become an outer disciple, unlike Jiang Xiaofei, he has long given up cultivation, and now he is a young man in the dining hall of Chaotian Palace, and he has not been less addicted to it all day long, which can be seen from his strong size.

I saw him take out a roast chicken wrapped in hemp paper from his arms, and then took out a pot of wine. Suddenly, the wine in the cave is full of aroma and fragrance.

Jiang Xiaofei smiled and stopped the cultivation of the Holy Diagram. How many nights is to have a drink with this only friend to relieve the loneliness in their hearts, and the two have become the best friends.

"Brother Fei, I can tell you, this roast chicken is amazing, it was cooked by Master Lin from the dining hall himself, and even the core disciples may not be able to eat it on weekdays. It happened to be a coincidence, Master Lin originally asked me to give this roast chicken to the Leng Pavilion Master of Lei Pavilion, but when I got there, I learned that the Leng Pavilion Master was suddenly seriously injured and was recuperating from his injuries, so he couldn't be disturbed. I fell in love at first sight, I have worked in the restaurant for so long, and I have never eaten the roast chicken grilled by Master Lin himself, which is not cheap for me. Han Zhimei said with a smile.

The Pavilion Master of the Thunder Pavilion has been hit hard? Jiang Xiaofei's heart shook, the four pavilion masters of wind, rain, thunder and lightning were second only to the master of the sect, and his Dao cultivation had already reached the heavenly realm, how could ordinary cultivators hurt him. In fact, with their Dao level at this time, they had already opened up the valley, but there were many of them who occasionally took the experience of entering the WTO. Some have good wine, some have good food, some have good sex, and some have good gambling、、。 They will choose a different type of WTO experience based on their personal preferences.

Han Zhi continued: "As for this wine, it's still the bamboo leaf green we have been drinking. ”

Jiang Xiaofei unceremoniously pulled off a chicken leg, took a bite hard, and said, "Well, it's really good, it's from a master's handwriting." He sighed from the bottom of his heart, the chicken is crispy, oily but not greasy, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant when you take a bite.

Han Zhi glanced at his lips and said, "Brother Fei, can you also taste whether it is a master's handwriting?" ”

Jiang Xiaofei didn't refute either, and the gloom in his eyes flashed. He snatched the wine jug from Han Zhi's hand, took a big sip, and said heartily: "The wine is good, and the roast chicken is better." Joyfully. ”

Han Zhi saw that the roast chicken and wine were halfway down in an instant, and he hurriedly said, "Bum, bum, leave me some." I haven't eaten it yet. ”

Jiang Xiaofei handed the roast chicken to Han Zhi, and poured another mouthful of bamboo leaf green with his head up, and the spicy breath poured from his throat into his belly, and a hearty and hearty pleasure arose.

As the night deepened, the moon poked its head out of the clouds, and the bright moonlight poured down from the hole above. Han Zhi was already asleep in the cave, but Jiang Xiaofei was completely sleepy, and his bright eyes looked through the moonlight, as if he could penetrate the roof of the cave and reach the void. Every time I drink, I want to get drunk, but every time I am more sober.

"Hey," he sighed softly, sat up on his back, and took a deliberate posture to look at the holy map.