Immortals, how powerful they are, Wang San has no exact concept in his heart, because he has never seen immortals, and can only understand them from known myths and stories.

However, the fact that cultivating immortals can prolong his life has completely conquered him, making Wang San really obsessed with it for the first time.

As a person born in a scientific and technological society, he pays more attention to reality, and as a waste collector, his temperament of observing appearance and pursuing profit has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

After basically understanding the division of realms among monks, Wang San asked, "Master, I have now become your disciple, so is it considered an outer disciple or an inner disciple in the sect?" ”

Wu Gao was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Haha......, you kid, you really deserve to be a waste collector, and you care about welfare so quickly!" As an elder of the Gufeng Sect, if you worship under my name, you are naturally an inner disciple. ”

"How many spirit stones can an inner disciple receive in a month?" Wang San doesn't care so much, anyway, if he doesn't understand, he asks directly, and he is not afraid of Wu Gao's jokes.

The current Wu Gao seems to be a good master, as long as Wang San asks questions, he almost answers all questions, and does not show the slightest impatience.

There are many disciples of the Ancient Wind Sect, and their influence is hundreds of thousands of miles away, and their disciples not only have different clothes, but also have very different treatments.

Intern disciples can only wear black clothes, outer disciples are yellow, inner disciples are blue, elite disciples wear white, elders are red, and Taishang elders are green.

In terms of welfare, intern disciples only have two lower-grade spirit stones a month, outer disciples can receive five, and inner disciples can get fifteen, as for elite disciples, then there is no need to worry about spirit stones at all, and all kinds of cultivation materials are enough.

Of course, Wang San hadn't started his cultivation yet, and he didn't know what kind of value the spirit stone was in the eyes of the monks.

Wu Gao explained to Wang San for most of the day. At last he stood up from the altar and said, "All right! Let's stop here today, the flower wine shop is a place for teachers to cultivate, and outsiders generally don't come to disturb it. You can familiarize yourself with the environment everywhere, I will first go to the Kick Immortal Building to help you enter the register, and by the way, I will bring you the items of the inner disciples. ”

After speaking, Wu Gao turned around and left, but he had just taken two steps. He turned back again and said, "Oh, I almost forgot about it, there is no food in the flower wine shop, if you are hungry, you can go to the canteen by yourself." ”

Wu Gao was very easy-going, and he didn't care if Wang San knew the location of the cafeteria, and soon disappeared.

There are more than a dozen houses in Huajiufang, except for the room where Wang San and Wu Gao live, most of the others have closed their doors, and even the windows are tightly closed, so that they can't see the situation inside the house at all.

For these closed rooms. Wang San had already used his divine sense to probe, but as soon as his divine sense touched the wall, he would immediately fall into a state of confusion, as if he had fallen into a boundless sea of mist, and he couldn't see anything at all.

After several temptations, Wang San came to the conclusion that all the closed rooms should have been set up by Wu Gao with some kind of spell, and outsiders were strictly forbidden to snoop.

Since Wu Gao didn't want others to know the secrets in the room, Wang San naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to go forward to explore and research. After walking around, I found that there were wine jars everywhere, and there was nothing to see, so I walked out of the flower wine shop.

Yesterday was still a mortal man who was reprimanded. In the blink of an eye, he became a monk, and the feeling of a carp jumping over the dragon gate and turning into a dragon is really a bit inexplicable.

Walking on Wangu Mountain, looking at the attics that can be seen everywhere, Wang San walked directly to the back mountain. Because he wanted to know what kind of encounter would it be if he hadn't met Wu Gao.

Slowly walked out of the flower wine shop, along the mountain path, Wang San walked towards the back mountain like a passing tourist.

Wu Gao went to kick the immortal tower and estimated that he would not come back until the evening, Wang San didn't have anything to do now, go to the back mountain and then return, the time should be just right.

Wang San thought as he walked: I don't know where the teleportation array leading to the Liuxian Sect is, this matter will be a few days away, and when he is familiar with it, he will try his best to ask people.

Regarding the matter of the teleportation array, Wang San did not dare to ask Wu Gao, if he dared to ask, Wu Gao would definitely be suspicious, and find out his true identity with this, what kind of consequences would occur at that time, it was really difficult to predict.

Looking up at the trees on both sides of the road, the leaves on the branches are basically yellow, and from time to time the leaves will fly in the wind and fall on the side of the road, indicating that autumn has already arrived.

After walking for more than half an hour, outside the dense jungle, there was a faint sound of "clanging" knocking. From time to time, there were a few loud trumpets.

"One-two-three, hi!"

Hearing the voice, Wang San knew that he was almost at his destination, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

But seeing that he was about to walk out of the dense forest, a figure flashed in front of Wang San, and a yellow-shirted young man appeared indifferently, blocking Wang San's way alive.

"Stop! What for? The yellow-shirted young man was not very old, he looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a wooden stick in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, and walked slowly in front of Wang San.

Perhaps seeing that Wang San was not wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Ancient Style Sect, without waiting for Wang San to answer, the yellow-shirted young man shouted unceremoniously: "Hey, are you deaf?" What the hell is it for? ”

"Hehe, I'm just idle and bored, just walk around." Seeing that the young man was wearing a yellow shirt, Wang San knew that he was an outer disciple, and if he was according to his current identity, he could walk over with confidence, and he didn't need to pay attention to the other party at all.

However, Wang San has never had the habit of bullying others, and he has just arrived in the ancient style school, so he didn't take the young man's scolding to heart.

Unexpectedly, the young man looked Wang San up and down, but said coldly: "Boring and hanging out? What do you think this place is? Who are you? ”

Seeing that Wang San didn't seem to be afraid of him, the young man suddenly took a few steps back, reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist, and a bright long sword immediately appeared in his hand.

Seeing that the young man took out the long sword, Wang San hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Under Wang San, it is a disciple that Elder Wu has just received, senior brother doesn't need to be so nervous." ”

"Elder Wu's newly accepted disciple? How I haven't heard of it. The yellow-shirted boy still hasn't let his guard down. Disbelief: "Hmph! You can't even lie, who in the Ancient Style Sect doesn't know, Elder Wu and his old man have always been careless, and he has never accepted disciples, you dare to pretend, you are tired of life, right? ”

"I'm really Elder Wu's newly accepted disciple!"

"Proof, take out your waist card."

"Oh, the family teacher just went to kick the immortal building, and said that he was helping me enter the register, so there is no waist card for the time being." Wang San replied honestly.

"Really? Did you really just worship Elder Wu as your teacher? The yellow-shirted young man glanced at Wang San again, slowly withdrew the long sword in his hand, and seemed to believe Wang San's words a little. (To be continued.) )