The mountains and paths, the ancient trees and branches, the green trees reflect the red flowers, the verdant and verdant red and the red are gorgeous; the clouds and mist are swirling, the streams are rippling according to the pavilions, the buildings are scattered with the mountains, the ingenuity is unique; the bell is occasionally heard to roar between the peaks and fogs, for a time, the brilliance shines across the sky and the sea of clouds, the rainbow bridges become the ladder of the sky, it is like a dream and a fantasy like a painting, and it is a fairy and a person.

The man in the green shirt was fluttering in his clothes, and he was silent from the mountains.

Tang Bai changed his clothes, followed closely, and he said 'brother'.

The man in the green shirt glanced at Tang Bai and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Tai's surname?"

The man in the green shirt snorted coldly and ignored Tang Bo.

Tang Bai narrowed his eyes and stopped leaving.

The man in the green shirt felt something and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Tang Bai glanced at him and was silent.

Qingshan said angrily: "Leng Qingshan!" Seeing that Tang Bai still didn't leave, he said coldly: "Qingshan is only responsible for leading the way, if you don't want to, Qingshan will go back to Miss Yuming." ”

Tang Bai asked, "Is this the Great Yan Sect?"

Leng Qingshan turned his head and walked back.

Tang Bai couldn't figure out his thoughts, and said, "Go!"

Leng Qingshan said 'cheap bones'.

The two were silent all the way, walking and walking, through the pavilions, through the pavilions, and into a palace, and occasionally saw a few people coming in and out, greeting each other with Leng Qingyi.

Tang Bai jumped out of the frog at the bottom of the well, looking at everything curiously, both nervous and excited.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them entered a large hall again, entered the palace, turned the hall platform, the hall platform was extremely wide, but there were few objects; chairs, chairs, tables and tables, three, three, four, four, and no more; on the chair in the middle sat a middle-aged man, holding a Taoist bun, wearing a gray Taoist robe, clear and thin, with a cold expression, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand, and he could see God.

Leng Qingyi saluted forward and said "Deacon Pang".

The deacon Pang raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Miss introduced me to do miscellaneous work, please ask Deacon Pang to help arrange it. ”

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, he forgot that Xu Xiaosan told Tang Bai about practicing witchcraft Dafa.

Deacon Pang let out an 'oh', recited a few verses in his mouth, and then put down the scriptures in his hand, glanced at Tang Bai, and said: "It's rare for Xiao San to speak, this face has to be given, you go back and tell Xiao San that she owes me a favor." ”

Leng Qingshan thanked him, said that he would bring the original words, and said goodbye, but he didn't pay attention to Tang Bai anymore, and turned to leave.

Tang Bai opened his mouth, but he didn't speak, turned his head, and saw that the middle-aged Taoist priest was looking at him, and he also learned the appearance of a cold green shirt, and saluted and shouted: "Deacon Pang!"

Deacon Pang nodded slightly and asked, "Surname, first name, age, who is the person's name, and are there any relatives in the family?"

A series of words, like the sound of a machine, do not have the slightest emotional color.

Although Tang Bai was apprehensive in his heart, he didn't like the tone of this person's speech, so he endured his unhappiness, said his name and age, and said where his hometown was, he didn't say that he was an orphan, because Murong Xiuxiu and Tang Xingjun had always lived in his heart.

Deacon Pang didn't ask much, he picked up the book from the table, took the gold pen from the pen holder, and registered Tang Bai's name and age on it; he picked up a dark black iron tablet from the table, and held the gold pen, like a sword, and engraved it with a brush; every time he wrote a stroke, Tang Bai could hear the sound of 'zizi', accompanied by a faint green smoke, like a dough boiling in a hot oil disaster.

The word 'Tang Bai' was quickly engraved on the iron plate, which was very distorted, not like words, but like runes.

Deacon Pang was very satisfied with his calligraphy, looked at the name on the iron plate, and asked Tang Bai with some reluctance.

If the iron plaque is two fingers long and wide, it is engraved with a big word 'service', and the name of Tang Bai is engraved under it, symbolizing that the identity of the miscellaneous servant is greater than the life of the individual.

The iron plaque dust floats in the air and does not fall.

Tang Bai's eyes narrowed, the realm of rivers and lakes could not be done like this, and the immortal family method was really extraordinary.

Deacon Pang said: "Drop essence blood, contain its spirit, lead its soul, and connect the hall to induce, since then, you are a person from the sect, you can be selected through the sect, and the lucky one can become a disciple of Jiufeng; After speaking, his body was straight, his expression was very serious, and a heavy coercion emanated from his body, like a majestic mountain towering in front of Tang Bai's eyes.

Tang Bai didn't know why the other party's momentum had become so heavy, only to see his mouth open and close, and said word by word: "Heaven has rules, so there is heavenly punishment, the earth shows its shape, all have its laws, so there is a land calamity, the sect has a law, the light one is imprisoned in the valley of the wicked, and the heavy one is punished and drained from the soul, boy, you have to remember, practice honestly, don't mess with the law, otherwise no one will be able to protect you." ”

He didn't speak loudly, but his speed was extremely slow and with murderous intent, and it fell into Tang Bai's ears like thunder roaring in his ears, and then the coercion dissipated, and he turned into that cold and indifferent appearance again.

Tang Bai was shocked and sweated profusely, and inexplicably felt a little more afraid of this Deacon Pang.

Fear is the six desires of people, but Tang Bai does not allow it, Tang Ruting once said: "A warrior is brave, and he is not afraid to die." "People can compromise, but they must not be afraid, if they go against their hearts, they will lose their way.

I don't know why? He looked at Tang Ruting's appearance, and the fear in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Deacon Pang sighed lightly, glanced at Tang Bai, said "interesting" twice, and looked at the scriptures again.

Tang Bai calmed his mood and grabbed the iron plate floating in the void in his hand, only to feel that the iron plate was warm, like iron and wood, and I don't know what material it was made of.

He pulled the kitchen knife from his waist, and with a slight stroke of his index finger on the blade, the blood dripped on the iron plate, spreading out, along the twisted characters, like a tiny stream.

When the word 'Tang Bai' was stained red with blood, a very faint red light shot out from the iron plate, dissipating into the void, and in a moment, Tang Bai seemed to see a net, and he turned into a line in the net, crisscrossing with countless lines, forming knots and turning into grids. For some reason, he felt an invisible shackle on his body.

Pang Zashi nodded, and then shouted outside the door, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old young man with a sword on his back coming and asked, "Senior brother, what do you command?"

Deacon Pang said: "Please send it to serve in the junior brother." ”

The young man said yes, and then led Tang Bai to the side hall, where he received three sets of miscellaneous clothes, shoes and socks, and a book full of door rules, and then passed through the pavilion, turned around, and came to an open square.

The boy stood still, looked up at the sky, and suddenly there was a clear roar, the tip of which was slender and long, and went straight to the clouds; when the sound was over, there was a crane cry in the air, and then a huge white crane swooped down; after landing, the fiery red eyes looked at the two of them with great spirituality.

The young man walked away, and then grabbed it casually and grabbed it towards Tang Bai.

Tang Bai was originally a master of the realm, although his true qi was sealed, but the realm was still there, and his five senses were keen, he instinctively took a step back, avoided it, and then looked at the young man quietly.

The young man was a little annoyed, and said, "What are you hiding, Ben Shao really wants to arrest you, can you hide?" After speaking, he jumped lightly and landed on the back of the crane;

The white crane seemed to be able to understand human language, and seemed to be teasing Tang Bai, with a crane chirp, stretched out the huge wings wide on the door panel and fanned towards Tang Bai, rolling up a violent wind, which blew Tang Bai's clothes 'hula'.

Tang Bai was angry in his heart, the disciples of this sect were so arrogant that even a flat-haired beast came to bully him! He subconsciously touched the kitchen knife on his waist, and after thinking about it, he was angry with a beast, lost his identity for no reason, dissipated his anger, and leaped forward.

The young man snorted, and then said softly, "Little crane, let's go!"

The white crane chirped, stretched out its huge wings wide from the door panel, rolled up a violent wind, and shot straight into the air. “

In mid-air, the wind blew in his face, Tang Bai's body was unstable, and he almost fell off the crane's back, and in a hurry, he stood on a stake, and the whole person seemed to be twice as heavy;

The young man glared at Tang Bai.

Tang Bai had stabilized his body at this time, and he didn't want to make things out of control, so he loosened his position, took a deep breath, calmed down, and didn't bother to ask the young man's name, ignoring each other.

He looked curiously in all directions, only to see that there were white crane giant eagles in the air from time to time, flashing by, occasionally flying horses, strange birds, flying swords and flying knives, all kinds of strange magic weapons carrying people passing by; for a moment of novelty, the little anger in his heart dissipated invisibly; he looked down, only to see countless underground palaces and attics, huge cities flying by, there are towering mountains endlessly, such as the peaks of the pillars of heaven, straight into the sky...

Tang Bai sighed secretly, where is this a sect of cultivation, this is a country at all.

After flying for most of the morning, the mountains were gone, and I saw a flat river, countless farmlands one after another, and the golden rice sea could not see the edge, Tang Bai really didn't expect that there would be such an open plain in this big mountain. Flying all the way, he saw countless medicinal fields, and the fragrance of medicine went straight to the sky, and the smell was refreshing; then Tang Bai saw the city, the continuous houses, and countless crowds; finally, the white crane landed in a courtyard with an open pavilion; in the courtyard there was a very large tree, with branches spread horizontally, like a big umbrella, blocking the sunlight in the sky; under the tree there was a chair, on which lay a white-haired old man, whose whole body was rolled up, as if he had fallen asleep, motionless.

The two jumped off the crane's back, and the young man did not speak, but kicked on the chair, and flew upside down with the chair.

The white-haired old man was very fast, and the person had already woken up in the air, and with the help of a flip, he landed smoothly with a chair, obviously his martial arts skills were not weak; seeing the young man in front of him, he hurriedly stood up, not only was he not angry, but said with a flattering smile: "Senior brother, why are you here, sit in the house, the little old man still has some spiritual wine in it, taste it." ”

The young man glanced at Tang Bai and said, "Old man Mao, don't laugh, it's not serious, it's a newcomer, it's a good arrangement, and you can keep that little spirit wine for yourself." ”

After the boy finished speaking, he walked away without looking back.