Chapter 47 Yuyang Ancestor

"This!" The old monk was so bitter in his heart that he hesitated and didn't know what to say. Secretly glanced at Senior Sister Zhong, and saw that she picked up the worn-out book again, looking like she loved it or not.

"That, Senior Sister Zhong, you stipulate that a foundation building disciple can only receive a sect suit in two years, you." The elder monk gritted his teeth, but still opened his mouth, and said carefully. That Senior Sister Zhong didn't say a word, she looked confused, she still ignored it, and the fool knew that she was pretending.

Seeing this, the young monk also took two steps forward and said, "Senior Sister Zhong, I was wrong with my junior brother before, but now you are shy in your pocket, you can't afford decent clothes, and your pants are torn. You don't care about the villain, just forgive my junior brother this time. I'm walking around the door in red clothes like this, if other sects still think that our Zixiao Palace is too poor to wear clothes. Even if you don't let other sects let those elders in the sect, it's not good, people still think that Senior Sister Zhong is full of private pockets and refuses to distribute clothes to her disciples. ”

"Humph! Take it! Senior Sister Zhong didn't know whether she was tired of listening to the young monk's tirade, or if she felt some sympathy after listening to the young monk's words, she suddenly snorted coldly, put her finger behind her back, and a set of gray clothes appeared on the cabinet, and then threw it at the young monk, interrupting the young monk's endless words.

"Ahh The young monk was caught off guard for a moment, and was thrown squarely, and hurriedly took off his clothes. The elder monk hurriedly stepped forward and helped take it down.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Zhong!" The young monk hurriedly thanked him, and then wanted to say something more, "Senior Sister Zhong......"

"Get out!" Senior Sister Zhong lowered her head and let out a low rolling word in her mouth, interrupting the young monk's words. The elder monk on the side found that Senior Sister Zhong's hand holding the book was obviously bruised and trembling slightly, clearly trying to endure it. "Senior Sister Zhong, don't be so unkind......" The young monk wanted to say something, but the older monk on the side hurriedly pulled up the young monk and turned around and ran, turning back to Senior Sister Zhong and saying loudly as he ran: "Thank you, Senior Sister Zhong, we are leaving!" ”

"Hey, Senior Brother Chen, slow down, I haven't changed my clothes yet!" The young monk was dragged away, and he couldn't help but complain and shout.

"Humph! Count you fast running! Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the two, Senior Sister Zhong, who was still bowing her head, raised her head slightly, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and whispered viciously. Zhou Moyangli finally understood why there was no queue at the counter here. It's his turn, and Zhou Moyang can only bite the bullet, looking forward to getting his things and leaving quickly......

Another half moon passed after the small episode of the chores hall. On this day, the fifth day of the eighth month, the third watch.

On the Liumi Peak, in front of the Danyang Pavilion of the Great Hall, there were twenty tall and short people, their clothes fluttering in the wind, and they were not too old. The older middle-aged appearance, the small thin skin and tender meat, the red lips and white teeth, the childish appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old has not yet been exhausted. But they were all silent, standing in an orderly manner.

In front of the twenty people standing in line, there was an old man who was not angry and arrogant, this old man was holding his hands behind his back, looking at the sky leisurely and motionless, and he was distracted, it was the palm of Yingyu Peak - Uncle Ma. Beside him, there were two men and two women, also with solemn expressions and solemn expressions.

Behind the four of them, two rows of disciples standing neatly had different expressions, some looked nervous and uneasy, some looked indifferent, and some smiled silently.

And in the corner of the last row, a handsome young man was with his eyes and face lowered, always on his toes, his eyes did not dare to squint, and he seemed to be very shy. This young man is not a bystander, it is Zhou Moyang, and the person in this line is the disciples of Zixiao Palace who went to Ziwei Wonderland.

The day before Ziwei's trip, the sect finally sent a letter to Zhou Moyang, urging him to go to the main hall to gather and prepare to go. Zhou Moyang was the first to arrive here, and after that, one after another, the disciples who were going to the Ziwei Wonderland gradually gathered here and looked at each other.

There are five hundred disciples in the entire foundation building period of Zixiao Palace, and Zhou Moyang naturally won't know all of them. And the disciples who participated in Ziwei's trip to Zixiao Palace this time can really be called strong and strong, and they are elite.

Among these disciples, there were six in the later stage of foundation building. The rest of the other disciples accounted for the majority, as many as ten in the middle stage of foundation building. Among the remaining four disciples in the early stage of foundation building, Zhou Moyang actually knew three, namely Lei Zhenzi of the Lei Linggen, Zheng Yu, a stunning girl who knew pupil techniques, and Li Qiushui, a cultivation genius who joined the sect as a loose cultivator.

Gradually, a touch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, and these disciples basically ignored each other. Only Zheng Yu and Li Qiushui smiled at him. Zheng Yu, who had paid attention to Zhou Moyang during the competition, gently greeted Zhou Moyang: "Senior Brother Zhou, it's really early!" Zhou Moyang nodded silently when he heard this, and replied softly: "If there is nothing to do left and right, let's take a step earlier!" ”

At this time, the dawn first appeared, and the four Jindan elders gathered together, and after passing a few words to each other, without saying a word, they took the lead towards the mountain path on the side of Liumi Peak, and motioned for the disciples to follow. A morning mist came, the figures were crowded, and among the various colors, Zhou Moyang's satin blue robe looked very eye-catching.

On the stone steps of Liumi Peak, there are more than 20 monks. No one casts spells, all of them are honest and step by step. After doing this for a stick of incense, I turned around a pavilion, and a small stone flat appeared in front of me.

At this time, there is a dawn through the mist, and a stone staircase can be faintly seen clinging to the steep stone wall. Zhou Moyang looked up, and the clouds and mist were like the wind, surging gently, covering the height of the mountain peak. The stone staircase seemed to lead to nothingness, and it was impossible to find the end for a while.

When he traveled, he thought that there would be an elder in the door who would sacrifice a flying magic weapon and take the disciples to the crape myrtle fairyland. Right now, I'm quietly climbing the mountain here, where is this going? Zhou Moyang was puzzled, so he could only hide his thoughts, follow behind everyone, and follow suit.

In front of the steep peak, there stood an elderly man in a gold and silver filigree trimmed robe, his eyebrows were in the sideburns, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, his expression was indifferent, and he was holding three locks of white hair in his hand. His gaze swept over the group of junior disciples, and his expression was slightly unhappy. But for some reason, when Zhou Moyang saw this person, he chuckled in his heart, and his hands and feet trembled a little uncontrollably.

"What's going on?" Zhou Moyang was stunned in his heart. The old man glanced at him faintly, as if he had sensed. But this glance made Zhou Moyang cold, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable, as if all the hidden secrets were like him, and he couldn't help but change his complexion.

"The cultivation of the Yuan Shen is good, what exercises have you cultivated!" After the old man Mo Yang, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked lightly. When Zhou Moyang heard this, he was terrified.

But what made him even more incredible was that he couldn't sense the existence of spiritual power from the old man. This shows that there is a world of difference between the cultivation of the two, and this situation will occur. But even the Jindan period monks such as Horseshoe Peak have never given him this feeling, is this rare person?

Zhou Moyang thought about it for a while, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly replied respectfully: "Qi senior, the junior has indeed cultivated a little bit of exercises related to the Yuan Shen, and the seniors are really like torches!" There is no hint of praise in the words. The old man in the brocade robe heard Zhou Moyang say this, smiled faintly, and then waved his hand lightly.

"I've seen Uncle Yuyang!" At this time, I saw Horseshoe Peak coming out of the crowd and saluting the old man in front of him. Afterwards, the other three Jindan elders shouted in unison: "I've seen Uncle Shi!" After knowing the identity of this person, Zhou Moyang and other twenty disciples also hurriedly bowed down with several elders, and shouted in unison, "Meet the ancestor!" ”

The old man bowed slightly at everyone and said loudly, "No need to be formal! Then the old man replied, "The sect master is just retreating, but I didn't expect Senior Sister Qingjing to show up, hum!" After coldly throwing off the next sentence, the green rainbow flashed under his feet, and his figure went straight to the sky, and he left first.

Seeing this, Ma Zhangfeng turned around and said loudly to the disciples: "Each of them will perform his own method and go to the top of Liumi Peak quickly." As he spoke, he had already risen in the air, followed by the old man, and then more than ten sword rainbows dragged up. The figures on the side left one by one, and Zhou Moyang stood in place and quietly drove his divine sense to look up. Here is still a thousand feet away from the summit of Liumi Peak.

"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother is one step ahead!" The person who spoke was Li Qiushui, and after seeing him leave a sentence, he smiled slightly, and his figure was far away. Zhou Moyang no longer hesitated, and his figure flew up a little under his feet......

Under the reflection of countless rays of light, the sea of clouds in the distance is boundless; Nearby, colorful clouds are swirling, and the smoke is thick. On the top of a peak the size of dozens of zhang, twenty foundation-building monks were standing quietly, all of whom did not say a word.

Zhou Moyang quietly looked around. On the top of the peak of dozens of zhang square, there is a flat mountain flat like a mirror, I am afraid that it is not ten zhang in size, and there is a circle of stone pillars that are three feet high in the thickness of an arm. On the side of the mountain lawn, stood the brocade-robed old man and the four Jindan elders who arrived first.

It is the first light of the day, the floating light is golden, and the sea of clouds is ethereal. The peaks near and far, looming, seem to be real and illusory, giving people a sense of seclusion and mystery. Being in the clouds and mist on the peak of the peak is like riding the wind.

Zhou Moyang exhaled lightly, his gaze was distant and clear. If you don't climb the mountains, you don't know the height of the sky! This top of the clouds, overlooking everything, is in a comfortable mood. And above the clouds, what kind of scene is it! Zhou Moyang was immersed in the wonders of the sea of clouds, and suddenly heard someone shouting an order, and he reluctantly came back to his senses.