The Taiqing Sect has a history of nearly 200,000 years, and there are many disciples who have risen in the early years, although no one has risen since the changes in heaven and earth, but the overall strength is not low, there are no less than 100,000 disciples in the door, 3,000 disciples of the foundation, 97 Jindan monks, and 31 Yuanying monks.

Tianshu Peak, as the center of the Taiqing Gate, has always been an important place for the sect, the nine peaks of the outer gate of the Taiqing Gate, the seven peaks of the inner gate, a total of sixteen main peaks, each main peak is sent to have a Yuanying monk in charge, and two or three Jindan monks deal with daily affairs, as well as issue the decree of the sect, and the rest of the high-level monks are in Tianshu, Tianxuan, The three peaks of Tianji live, and these high-level monks have their own disciples and grandchildren, plus the miscellaneous disciples who serve, the number is very considerable, fortunately, in these three peaks, in addition to the main peak, there are also one hundred and ten side peaks each, otherwise, I really have to worry about whether I can live there.

Although most of the monks who came to greet him this time were disciples of Tianshu Peak, there were still quite a few of them.

Changxing saw that there were at least seven or eight Yuanying monks accompanying Jian Yang Zhenjun, saying that it was his side, but in fact, to be precise, it should be half a step behind Jian Yang Zhenjun, which showed the lofty status of Jian Yang Zhenjun.

After Yuanying Zhenjun, there were more than ten Jindan monks, and then there were disciples of foundation building and qi refining, Changxing secretly thought to himself, these disciples should be the true disciples of all high-level monks. Changxing also noticed that among the Jindan monks, there was another male cultivator, a little higher than the rest of the Jindan monks, that male cultivator's appearance, looking about forty years old, with a good face, wearing a jade crown, wearing a yellow robe, and cultivating in the Jindan Great Perfection realm.

This person is good-looking, not angry and arrogant, Changxing secretly thought, this should be an elder with real power in the sect. In the large sects, once you advance to Jindan, you can be promoted to the elder of the sect, and the Yuanying Monk is the Taishang Elder, but this rule is only compared to the big sects, some small and medium-sized sects, it is good to have one or two Jindan monks, let alone Yuanying Monks.

In the major affairs of the sect, the elders and the elders have a certain right to speak, but not all the elders and the elders have real power, for example, Jianyang Zhenjun, not to mention cultivation, is already the top in the world, and he is the only remaining disciple of the Taiqing Sect Jianzi generation, the seniority is higher than other Yuanying monks, he is the first Taishang Elder, and has been in charge of the sect's law enforcement hall and fighting hall, with not low power and high prestige. And like Gu Chengtian, he is also an elder of Jindan in Zixiamen, but he is indifferent by nature and ignores mundane affairs, so although he has prestige in Zixiamen, he has no real power.

Changxing was still thinking to herself, and a voice gently came into her knowledge: "That's the head of the Yulin real person." ”

It was Xiao Yin, Changxing nodded quietly and did not respond.

At this time, under the noses of such a large group of high-ranking monks, even if a mosquito flies by, it will be seen clearly, not to mention that it is to be crossed, so Xiao Yin chose to transmit the sound, but even if the sound is transmitted, it is still discovered.

Changxing saw a Yuanying monk in front of him, suddenly turned his head sideways, and looked over.

This Yuanying Monk is very eye-catching, he is very young, looking like he is only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, Changxing guesses that his bone age will not exceed five hundred years old, for a Yuanying Monk with a lifespan of three thousand years, five hundred years old is really too young.

Of course, it's not his age that's striking, it's the way he dresses differently:

Wearing a purple gold crown with a bundle of hair on his head, his eyebrows are tied with two dragons grabbing pearls and gold wiping his forehead, he wears a silver and red sprinkled flower embroidered arrow sleeve, and a long spike palace silk is tied around his waist, and he is tied with a purse, a fan cover, a beautiful jade and other things, and a half-dew pine flower sprinkled silk trouser leg below, a brocade edge elastic ink socks, and thick-soled red shoes.

This looks like a noble son of a worldly family!

It is rare to see a man wearing red so well, this style reminds Changxing of a person Jiang Chen.

It's all the same style, and they all love to wear red.

Looking at his appearance again, his face is like powder, his lips are like grease, his eyes are peachy, and he looks forward to showing mercy in the blink of an eye, Changxing can't help but secretly praise it in his heart.

People who cultivate the truth are nurtured by spiritual roots, and they are nourished by spiritual energy, and most of them are outstanding in appearance, among the men Changxing has seen, there are few who stand out, but almost no one can compare to Gu Chengtian and Xiao Yin, uh, and Jiang Chen, although Changxing has deep resistance and dissatisfaction with him, but regardless of his character, Jiang Chen's appearance deserves to be first-class.

Compared with them, the person in front of him is not far behind. Different from Gu Chengtian's clear and dusty, Xiao Yin's noble and elegant, and Jiang Chen's cold and evil charm, this man's temperament is more inclined to wealth and elegance, which is very different from the disciples of the Dao Sect in the cultivation realm!

In the cultivation realm, female disciples are desperately trying their best to dress themselves in a beautiful and elegant direction, while male disciples are mostly creating an elegant and dusty demeanor, therefore, both men and women, like to wear light plain robes, wide robes and large sleeves, when flying against the wind, there is a feeling of immortal descending, and it is really rare to dress up like him.

The man's eyes rolled, he glanced at Xiao Yin and Changxing, smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned his head again, and followed everyone forward as if nothing happened.

Changxing asked Xiao Yin with his eyes, Xiao Yin looked smiling, shook his head slightly, but did not speak. Changxing's eyes rolled, and he understood that it should be this Yuanying monk who had the magical power to hear the sound of others, so Xiao Yin stopped talking, so he didn't ask anymore.

After a while, everyone entered an open hall and sat down, and after a period of greetings, Jian Yang Zhenjun looked at Changxing with a smile, beckoned, and said, "Changxing is here." ”

Changxing only felt hundreds of sights, "swish", gathered on himself, among which there were many high-level monks' inquiring eyes, and in an instant, some stabs were on his back, Xiao Yin had already gently said: "Don't be afraid, just go, there is a master." ”

Changxing adjusted his breathing, pressed down and was cramped, with a smile on his face, walked to the center of the hall in a dignified manner, and saluted respectfully: "Disciple to meet the master." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the open hall, except for the Yuanying cultivators, whose faces remained unchanged, the rest of the disciples all gasped.

Jian Yang Zhenjun nodded with a smile, let Changxing get up, stroked his long beard, looked at the people in the hall, and said, "This is my new apprentice who went out this time, named Meng Changxing." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Changxing again, and introduced the Yuanying monks and Jindan monks to Changxing, Changxing hurriedly stepped forward, and every time Jianyang Zhenjun introduced someone, he saluted and greeted him, calling him uncle or senior brother.

After a circle of worship, Changxing knew that when Xiao Yin gave her the ice stone chalcedony before, he had said "There are many such good things", and now she has received a soft hand to receive gifts, pills, magic weapons, spirit stones, and talismans, each of which is not simple, or precious, or exquisite, or practical, Changxing was a little embarrassed at first, but after seeing Jian Yang Zhenjun and Xiao Yin's indifferent looks, he understood that this should be the norm, so he generously thanked and received the gift.

After Changxing's visit, everyone chatted for a while, and the Yuanying Monk got up to say goodbye, and the others also left one after another, and after a while, there were only a few people left in the open hall.

Changxing looked over, and quickly recalled in his mind that the middle Yuan infant cultivator, who looked about forty years old, was wearing a magic robe, wearing a lotus crown on his head, with a long face, slender eyes, three long beards under his chin, an elegant temperament, and a true monarch with the demeanor of a famous man, this is Zihe Zhenjun.

Beside Zi and Zhenjun, one on the left and one on the right, sat two Yuan Infant early cultivators

Shi, the one on the right is the 'noble son', just now Jianyang Zhenjun said that he is called Jingxi. The one on the left, with an appearance of less than thirty, slightly dark skin, cold and hard facial features, and a long sword behind him, the whole person is like a long sword behind him, cold and stiff, and the road name is Shengtong.

Recalling the scene when they met just now, these three true monarchs gave the most generous meeting gifts, far more than other true monarchs, Changxing had some doubts in his heart, these three were only afraid that they had a lot to do with their own masters.

When everyone retreated, they saw Zihe Zhenjun, Jingxi Zhenjun, and Shengtong Zhenjun, and the three of them had already stood up together, saying: "Disciple to meet Master!"

Jian Yang Zhenjun had already flicked his sleeves, brought the three of them up, and said: "You are too polite, we are both Yuanying, and we are already commensurate with brothers, so we can't make such a big gift again." ”

Changxing was staggered: It turned out that they were all apprentices of the master!

Zihe Zhenjun smiled and said: "One day as a teacher and a lifelong teacher, there is no Zihe without a teacher, in Zihe's heart, you will always be my master!"

"What Senior Brother said!" Jingxi Zhenjun looked dissatisfied, grabbed Jian Yang Zhenjun's sleeve, and said, "The master doesn't let us worship, because he doesn't want to recognize me as an apprentice?"

Although Shengtong Zhenjun did not speak, his facial lines softened a lot.

"Nonsense!" Jian Yang Zhenjun pulled the sleeves of his shirt, but he couldn't pull it out, and it was not good to use his force to force it open, so he had to say helplessly: "Now you are also a Yuanying monk, and there are a lot of disciples and grandchildren, why are you still so undignified?"

Although cultivators do not prohibit double cultivation to extend their children, it is difficult to conceive children because the human body of a cultivator is different from ordinary people, so the master-apprentice relationship in the cultivation realm is not exaggerated compared to the secular father-son relationship, however, in the cultivation realm, once the apprentice advances to the Yuan Infant, he can no longer perform the gift of master and apprentice to the master, but regard it as a peer and perform the gift of the same generation, so just now these three true monarchs were also the same as others, and they performed peer salutes to Jianyang Zhenjun, calling them 'the first seat', and at this time, no outsiders were present, and they returned to their true nature.

"Can you eat solemnly?" Jingxi Zhenjun said with a smile, "Shizun, don't want to kick me away, although I am a Yuanying monk, who knows me? It's still Shizun's name that is easy to use! When I go out to fight, I report my name, and people don't pay attention to it, but if I say, 'I am a true disciple of Jianyang Zhenjun', those grandsons will be able to coax me in an instant! Anyway, Shizun's thighs are firmly in my mind, don't want to abandon me!"

Jingxi Zhenjun said, simply slid his hands down, and hugged Jian Yang Zhenjun's thighs.

Zi and Zhenjun shook their heads, but they couldn't hold it anymore and laughed.

Shengtong Zhenjun threw a roll of his eyes and said, "Don't go out and say that you are my junior brother, I am ashamed!" Although there was a disgusted expression on his face, there was a clear smile in his eyes.

Jian Yang Zhenjun couldn't cry or laugh, and sighed with his forehead: "Okay, okay, I swear not to abandon you, you get up quickly, and I'm not afraid of your little junior sister's jokes!"

Jing Xi Zhenjun simply got up neatly, and smiled at Changxing: "Senior Sister Meng won't laugh at me, the first time I saw Senior Sister Meng, I thought this sister was very familiar, presumably Senior Sister Meng saw me too!"

Changxing opened his mouth and stammered, the first time he was called a senior sister by the Yuanying monk, he was really a little unbearable, so he had to smile slightly and said, "Zhenjun said that he was joking." ”

"You actually call me Zhenjun?" Jingxi Zhenjun's face changed, showing a little displeasure, and said, "What? I can't even be your senior brother? Even the master doesn't dislike me, but you actually dislike me?"

Changxing secretly complained in his heart: How could I meet such an out-of-tune, I, a little monk who builds a foundation, if I don't know that the sky and the earth are thick enough to call a Yuanying monk a senior brother, how can other Yuanying monks gain a foothold?