The sky will be twilight, if you don't mention the intensity of the aura, this Lingxiu Peak is definitely an excellent place to enjoy the sun in this East Heavenly Gate.

It is not the morning sun that is born, but the sunset is like orange and red.

Lu Xiucai lay on a yellowed green bamboo recliner brought by the old servant and looked at the sunset that began to glow slightly orange on the horizon, layer upon layer, as if someone was on the side of the sky with the canopy as the roll, the sunset as the pen, and the ink pen was hidden, and then the pen fell quickly, and the thick ink quickly bloomed, turning into a sunset in the sky.

After a while, Lu Xiucai shook his head slightly, as if he was about to forget the years ago, and said softly: "Chang Geng Xing is back in the day, and Lingxiu and Dongyang are clear." ”

The yellowed bamboo chair creaked in response, just like saying that he Lu Xiucai was still the young man who was immersed in hard study back then, for fame and fortune, his chest was full of ambitions, and he was a reader who buried his head in sage books.

Lu Xiucai closed his eyes for some reason, didn't look at the glow of the sky that he never got tired of seeing, and muttered: "Lu Xiucai Lu Xiucai, you are just a showman in the end." ”

Behind the yellowed bamboo chair, there stood a hunchbacked old servant with a wrinkled face, and the old servant heard Lu Xiucai's words on the recliner chair, and said softly: "The young master still can't forget the events of the past?"

The reason why the old servant called Lu Xiucai the young master instead of the master of the door was because the old servant was already a companion boy beside him when he beat Lu Xiucai when he was just a mortal studying and studying.

Fortunately, the old servant's cultivation talent back then was good, and he was a mountain cultivation material, so there is an old servant now.

And the reason why the deputy door master, who is just a door master, will set up another ancestor hall without the name of the ancestor hall is that he Lu Xiucai and the old servants behind him are all cultivators of this Xuan King.

The monks on the mountain, cultivation is the most fundamental place, if there is no cultivation for nothing, there can only be a name, and if there is no name, there is cultivation for the name, thinking about the name is as simple as bending down and picking flowers.

The old servant knew that what his young master said meant two things.

Lu Xiucai still looked like he was closing his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his expression seemed to be self-deprecating and helpless.

It's like the one who decided to put down the book under the mountain after seeing the light on the mountain, and now he has become Lu Xiucai, who is thinking about the book on the mountain.

"yes, I can't forget it. ”

The old servant sighed lightly in his heart, he was really unhappy because his young master was unhappy.

Just like the sadness of his young master after he failed to pass the first imperial examination, he was also sad.

The old servant suddenly remembered the words of the sage in a certain sage book that the young master had read, the people on the mountain have no worries, and the old servant feels that it is completely the opposite, obviously the people on the mountain are pure and worried.

The old servant looked at the sky, only to see that the orange and red glow was the most prosperous, reflecting the entire skyline is gorgeous and colorful, although the old servant has been reading to his young master for many years, but he can't use the wonderful words recorded in those books, he can only recite a sentence silently in his heart, and it is really beautiful.

The young master closed his eyes and looked at the evening glow, and he himself could only open his eyes and take a good look, the provincial young master asked, he, the old servant, was speechless, although he had been in the past hundred years, his own young master had not asked.

The old servant suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said to Lu Xiucai: "Young master should go today." ”

There was a slight tremor in his voice.

Lu Xiucai opened his eyes at dusk, looked at the already slightly darkened sky, and stood slowly.

The old servant behind him whispered, "Let's go." ”

Then the two of them went down the mountain one after the other, walking unfast.

Although there is only him Lu Xiucai and the old servant behind him on the peak of Lingxiu Peak, there are still a lot of mountain buildings at the foot of Lingxiu Peak, pavilions and jade buildings, towering one after another.

However, there are still many courtyards where monks settle in them.

However, ninety percent of them are the kind of people who either have no hope of moving forward on the path of cultivation, or are in the twilight of their lives, and a few of them are deliberately buried here as a place of supervision.

After all, these are the two masters of the Xuan King, and they are the most pinnacle existence in this East Heavenly Gate, you must know that the deputy head who is about to engrave the word "head" on the door of his head is just a monk in the early stage of the Xuanwang.

So even if the two of them are considered to be in seclusion, they also involve some of the people who stand extremely high in the East Heavenly Gate.

After all, if he, Lu Xiucai, wanted to take back the authority of the head of the sect, what could they do with the deputy head of the sect? The main thing that the monks on the mountain looked at was the cultivation realm.

At the foot of the mountain, Lu Xiucai walked by, and a few Dongtianmen monks who still knew him Lu Xiucai, the master of the sect, shouted lukewarmly one or two door masters, and he, Lu Xiucai, nodded slightly at most.

There were also some older twilight monks who looked at him with cold eyes Lu Xiucai walked over, after all, they all had high hopes for this sect master, and wanted to turn the tables and become the genus of Cong Long again, and stand in front of the long table of the ancestor hall again.

Unexpectedly, this real sect master was the one who was the least like the door master, and let them, the older generation of Dongtianmen monks who had not died of desire in their hearts, wait for so much time in vain.

There are also a few people with smiling faces, most of them are younger, and their cultivation is neither high nor low, so they are here to spy on him Lu Xiucai and the servants.

Lu Xiucai and the old servant just walked forward.

As a result, many monks at the foot of this Lingxiu Peak saw the master and servant heading towards the forbidden mountain.

The reason why those Dongtianmen monks who are obviously already self-reliant patriarchs can never forget is that apart from him, Lu Xiucai and the old servant, it is this forbidden mountain.

Because the forbidden mountain is really a forbidden mountain, the entire mountain is shrouded in a layer of enchantment, and no one is allowed to enter unless the head of the sect is in charge.

If you can't get it, you often think that it is the best, so the conjecture of this forbidden mountain is not only the deputy head who never forgets, but also many mountain monks.

It's just that after a monk of Dongtianmen in the early stage of King Xuan's life was about to die, he still couldn't enter the forbidden mountain, and the monk of Dongtianmen imagined that this forbidden mountain was really a forbidden mountain.

A middle-aged monk who was extremely eye-catching among this pile of twilight monks, after looking at Lu Xiucai's master and servant who were walking towards the forbidden mountain, stretched out his hand to summon a man in black, and whispered.