Actually, Yuan Wei didn't know much about this immortal cultivation sect.

You must know that most immortal cultivators are pretentious and do not want to be in the company of mortals. Therefore, most of the sect bases are chosen in places that are difficult for mortals to reach, and they are basically equipped with hidden formations and defensive formations, which are difficult for immortal cultivators to find, let alone enter. Even some immortal cultivators with low cultivation levels couldn't find the location of the sect at all.

The Immortal Cultivation Sect is also very strict with the selection of disciples, depending on their qualifications, their cultivation, and their development prospects, after all, no one will solicit a useless waste and waste their resources in vain.

All this, Yuan Wei has no way of knowing. He only knew that Mu Wei commanded himself to turn into a mountain tiger, carrying him through countless mountains, walking thousands of miles in a radius, watching the emerald green of midsummer gradually turn into the golden yellow of late autumn.

Fortunately, Yuanwei has not interrupted his cultivation, but the results are very small.

The Qingqiu Mountain Range in the middle of the Apocalypse Empire is also full of autumn at this time, as far as the eye can see, the sky is blue and clear sky, the ground is brown soil covered with dead leaves and cyan mountain stones, and in the middle is an endless golden mountain forest. Walking on the rugged mountain road is a mountain tiger carrying a young man with a hemp skin, of course, this is Yuanwei and Mu Wei who are looking for immortals.

"Wow, what beautiful autumn leaves!" the wood arcane jumped off the tiger's back and ran towards a stout maple tree. The autumn breeze blows, and the orange-red leaves are sprinkled with poetry.

"A few months have passed, can you really find any sect Mu Wei? Our agreement with Sister Liu Yao is only ten years..."A dull voice came from the mouth of the mountain tiger, hoarse and magnetic, if you look closely, the body of the mountain tiger is a little stronger than a few months ago.

"This mountain range is full of aura, and there must be a hidden immortal sect in it..."

"You say that everywhere you go, hundreds of times, and I can't afford to be disappointed..."

"You, you, you... You dare to doubt me?... Wait, someone's coming, hurry up and put away your dead appearance of a mountain tiger..."

Although Motowei questioned Mu Wei's ability to find immortals, he still admired his keen sense. The giant tiger bared its teeth and roared at Mu Wei, and got up to transform into the original form of Motowei.

It didn't take long for a group of people to come on the mountain road. It was an old man leading a dozen young men and women, and they were chattering about something, and their expressions were excited.

The old man wore a moon-white robe, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

"Hey, where did the two dolls come from? Are they also here to ask the immortals?" the old man naturally saw Yuanwei and Mu Wei on the side of the road.

"Yes, this grandfather. The family asked the two of us to come to look for immortals, but we got lost, and we have been in this mountain for a long time..."

"Hahaha, then you can come with us. Since I can find this Qingqiu Mountain, I am naturally not a child of ordinary people, so I can be regarded as doing good deeds and forming good fate. ”

The young man was lively and active, and he didn't go far, and Motoo Mu Wei had already mingled with those young men and women.

It is also considered that Yuanwei Mu Fen is lucky, in the Qingqiu Mountain Range, there is really a sect of cultivating immortals, and its name is Qingqiu Sect. Looking at the entire Ximu Plain, this Qingqiu Sect is really nothing. But in the Apocalypse Empire, the Qingqiu Sect was a holy land for cultivating immortals. The old man they met at Yuanwei was named Cangfu, an outer disciple of the Qingqiu Sect, but he was not a real immortal cultivator, but a mortal recruited by the sect, and he was responsible for searching for some mortal seedlings with good qualifications on weekdays and transporting them to the sect for selection and cultivation.

This season is the ten-year apprenticeship season of the Qingqiu Sect, and what Cang Fu leads is the excellent candidates he has observed and searched for for many years, and of course, there are also rich children from big families who have tried every possible way to introduce him.

After half a day, Cangfu led a dozen young people to the end of the mountain road, which was a vertical cliff of cyan rocks, a width of a hundred feet, straight into the sky.

On the side of the cliff, I don't know who built a few thatched pavilions. In the pavilion, there was also an old man, sitting on a futon with his eyes down. Behind the old man stood a few girls, all of them were fresh and beautiful, they were chattering about something, and they didn't pay attention to the arrival of Cangfu and the others.

Cang Fu walked a few steps to the old man with his eyes closed, and bowed respectfully to the end: "Outer disciple Cang Fu, meet Elder Feng Ai, and meet all the little junior sisters." ”

Although the outer disciples also brought the word disciple, they had nothing to do with cultivating immortals. They are all people who have no qualifications and will not be able to cultivate immortals for the rest of their lives, but they long for the protection of immortal cultivators, and they volunteer to deal with some mundane trivial matters for the sect. Of course, in order to envelop these people, the sect will also give them some elixirs to strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives.

Cang Fu has been working for the Qingqiu Sect for decades, and he can be regarded as a meritorious service, but fortunately, he has always been clear about his identity and status, and when he sees those real immortal cultivators in the inner gate, he has respect from the bottom of his heart.

The old man who was meditating was named Feng Ai, an elder of the Qingqiu Sect, who was sent by the sect to guard the mountain gate and be responsible for the preliminary selection of new disciples. Feng Ai opened his eyes slightly and glanced around, as far as his eyes could see, Yuan Wei and the others couldn't help but shudder, as if they had been stripped naked and looked transparent, and several little girls had already blushed with shame. For an elder-level figure like Feng Ai, whose qualifications are good or bad can be seen through at a glance, and the various tests that are circulated in the world are actually like a joke.

"Well, that's good. There are actually five people with good qualifications, and there is a little cripple who has begun to have spiritual power, interesting..."As he spoke, Feng Ai stood up and pointed to Yuanwei, Mu Wei, and two other women and a man: "These few stay, and the others go back." ”

Cang Fu was overjoyed, and at the same time, he was selected by the sect to select five people, this is the first time he has searched for disciples, no matter what, this credit will be credited to himself, and soon after, the sect will also distribute the corresponding rewards. He didn't dare to question Feng Ai's selection, and quickly pulled away those unsuccessful men and women who were either lost or unconvinced.

Seeing the figures of Cangfu and the others disappearing in the depths of the mountain forest, Feng Ai turned around and waved his sleeves at the cliff, a blue light flashed, and the cliff flickered and disappeared, and a new world appeared where the cliff was originally located.

It is a memorial arch-style mountain gate, with four square pillars piled up with huge bluestone blocks, and the column body is covered with cyan moss, and some complicated pattern reliefs can be faintly seen. Above the stone pillar is the bucket arch carved by the cyan mountain stone, holding up the top of the door paved with cyan glazed tiles, and the eaves on the top of the door are raised high, straight into the sky. The stone forehead flat under the top of the door is carved with three classical characters "Qingqiu Zong".

Inside the mountain gate, a stone road is hidden in countless towering giant trees, and the green that is better than midsummer is in stark contrast to the autumn yellow outside the gate.

A rich aura came to his face, and the five young people left behind couldn't help but take a deep breath and revel in it.

"Come out with five girls and send them to the back mountain to wait in front of the Quenching Spirit Hall!" Elder Feng Ai instructed a few female disciples behind him, but he returned to the same place and meditated again.

Five chatting female disciples swayed over, each of them took out a feather and entered spiritual power, turning it into a wind walker more than a zhang long, and then each grabbed the collar of Yuanwei and the others, jumped on the flying machine and stepped through the air.

This is the first flight of Yuanwei, looking at the mist rising under his feet, listening to the whistling of the mountain wind in his ears, he does not feel a trace of thrill and excitement, because, at this moment, he is just like a chicken under the claws of an eagle.

seemed to feel the embarrassment of Yuanwei, and the female disciple who flew with him pursed her lips and smiled: "I can't see that I am young, and my self-esteem is quite strong." I like such a boy, and when I get to the sect in the future, come to me if you have trouble, my name is Xia Heying. ”

Xia Heying's voice was crisp, like the gurgling of the mountain stream, like the breeze blowing on the face, like the fragrance of flowers in the wind, Yuan Wei was stupid when he listened: "Thank you, Senior Sister Xia!"

The Qingqiu Sect is very large, looking down from the air, pavilions and pavilions are faintly visible on dozens of hills. After flying for half an hour, Yuan Wei and the others were brought to the square in front of the Quenching Spirit Palace.

There were already more than a dozen young people waiting in the square, and it looked like they had been sent here for a long time. Some of them looked nervous, some of them were triumphant, and they all sat cross-legged on the ground. Around the square, there were hundreds of people who watched the excitement, and those were the original disciples of the Qingqiu Sect, who were in groups of three or two, commenting on the new disciples.

"Look, Elder Feng Ai actually accepted a little cripple, could it be that the sect has fallen to such a point?

"The little cripple looks so beautiful, but it's a pity that he's a cripple..."

"That pockmarked face next to the little cripple is so ugly..."

Motoo grabbed Mu Wei's hand to prevent him from suddenly breaking out, and it's always bad to have a conflict with someone when he first arrives. Mu Wei seemed to be desperately restraining herself, although her face was pale, and although her body trembled slightly, she finally endured it.

I sat in the square and waited for five days, and new people arrived one after another. On the sixth day, the number of newly admitted disciples in the square had exceeded fifty, and only then did he see the return of Elder Feng Ai, who looked at the disciples he had selected one by one, showing a satisfied look.

"Senior Brother Feng Ai has worked hard...", no one saw his shadow, and a hearty voice came from afar. It was a tall middle-aged man, with a thin body, three long whiskers floating in the wind, and a spirit crane under his feet, and came to the front of the Quenching Spirit Hall in a blink of an eye.

This person is Qing Yu, the head of the Qingqiu Sect, and the spirit crane he controls is actually just the feather of a spirit crane, but there is a wisp of soul hidden in the feather.

"Feng Ai has seen the senior brother in charge, and this time he finally lived up to the senior brother's entrustment, and recruited fifty-one disciples, more than in previous years. ”

"Very good!Then I'll notify the other elders to come and choose people!" As he spoke, Qing Yu arranged for a few disciples to go to various mountains to report the news.

Soon, there were elders from each mountain who broke through the sky, and with Feng Ai, the ten elders of the Qingqiu Sect had all arrived.

These elders didn't seem to have the composure of Qing Yu, they stared at those newly recruited disciples, like wild beasts staring at pieces of fresh meat.

"Feng Ai picked out more than fifty people this time, it won't be dazzling, right?"

"I'm short of manpower in my herb garden, and I'll have to take ten of them this time..."

"There is also a shortage of people in my Dan room, and I want ten..."

There were many monks and little porridge, and the elders argued with each other and compromised with each other, and finally each went away satisfied.

However, yet... There was one left in the square, and it was the awkward Mototail.

"The little cripple has good qualifications, but the other elders don't know the goods... That's still the old rule, such a good seedling will be left to Senior Brother Feng Ai. Farewell..."Without waiting for Feng Ai to say something, the head of Qingyu left in a hurry.