Zhuge Song's intention to open the mountain must be the result of discussions with the upper echelons of Qingfengmen.

Fang Mu knew, Xia Yu later knew, but many disciples didn't know.

How it should be on weekdays, or how it should be.

This sect has come to the end of its life, and smart people can see that there are very few people who are willing to sell their lives, and they can get by with the monthly resources issued by the sect.

There are even some disciples who have begun to think about which next place they should find if the sect collapses one day......

Until the beginning of winter.

Qingfengmen released the news, and three days later, Enlightenment Mountain caused a sensation in the entire Nanling forces!

"It's weird, the sect opened too suddenly, will it be boring?"

"How do I know what I think?"

"The sect has not taken the initiative to contact the outside world for more than 20 years, except for important events, it has been holding a bystander attitude all these years, how can it be ...... this year?"

In the Qingfengmen Tavern, many disciples whispered.

At the corner table, Fang Mu played with the wine glass in his hand, listened to the subtle exchanges around him, and was silent.

The sect has a tavern that provides pastime, but it also costs some money.

Exchange spirit stones for wine and eat!

The mediocre monks who are struggling at the bottom are probably really reluctant to drink such expensive wine, but in Qingfengmen, and even the entire Nanling City, this is nothing at all.

The sect is not afraid that its disciples will drink and have fun day and night.

The cruel law of survival is destined to force every monk to move forward, not to relax, to fight for the heavens and the earth, for all the resources that can be fought for, and if others are behind, they will be eaten to the point that there are no bones left.

If the monk cultivates all day long, then even if he doesn't go mad, he will not be far from being half wasted.

Self-cultivation, but also self-cultivation.

"You say, could it be related to the new man and woman?"

"You mean ......"

"Brother Jing, don't laugh, those two can't be regarded as people in my Qingfeng Sect, how can the elders and the peak master above give such treatment?"

"Senior Brother Wang is right, Wushan has never been opened for someone, but all the disciples of the whole sect have a share."

A female cultivator couldn't help but shake her head with tea instead of wine.

On the surface, Wushan seems to be the territory of Qingfengmen, but in fact it is a shared mountain of the entire Nanling City.

The green sealing door is also a method.

Sitting on such a huge opportunity mountain, it is already extremely good to be able to barely defend it, how can it withstand the pressure of the entire Nanling force.

Fortunately, there is a fixed quota for mountaineers from other forces, and one side has a force with a head and a face, and there cannot be more than ten disciples, while Qingfengmen means that every disciple can climb the mountain and give it a go, which is already an extremely good treatment.

"Anyway, this opening of Wushan is an opportunity for us to wait!"

"Yes, the last time Wushan was more than twenty years ago, and I hadn't entered the sect at that time......"

"That year, I was still a miscellaneous disciple in the outer gate......"

"Hey, it's not easy to practice ......"

Although the tavern is not quiet, it is definitely not noisy, and most of the monks have a bottom in their hearts, let alone really get drunk.

In the eyes of the monks, such things as wine have a taste, and as long as there is true qi in the body, it is impossible to get drunk.

"No wonder ......"

Fang Mu in the corner listened to the sound of discussion in his ears, and thought thoughtfully, "No wonder he knows that Qingfeng has Lingxu in charge, but he still insists on approaching, except for the factor of Zhuge Song's advanced age, then what Wushan is probably the biggest culprit that other forces can't hold back, right?" ”

He was the only one who drank and was not obtrusive, which was very common in taverns.

Xia Xi is still breaking through, and he doesn't know how long he will sleep.

Fang Mu planned that if Xia Yu still hadn't woken up three days later, he would also wake her up, and since Wushan could attract the forces of the eight directions to come, it must have its reason.

"I hope that the mountain will not disappoint me is ......"

Fang Mu drank a glass of wine, and in this slightly cool early winter, the hot wine warmed his body.

"Alone?"

A calm, magnetic voice sounded in front of him, Fang Mu glanced up and frowned slightly.

Woman.

The arrival of this woman immediately attracted the sideways eyes of many people, and a look of respect appeared in the eyes of many disciples, if it weren't for the fact that she was in a tavern, I am afraid that most of them would have saluted.

Without waiting for Fang Mu to speak, the woman sat down generously, "Meng Mou's mood has been a little impetuous, don't you mind rubbing some wine and eating?" ”

Only then did Fang Mu begin to look at the woman in front of him.

The facial features are very mediocre, and she can't find anything worthy of praise, and her long black hair is tied up high, although she is a female cultivator, she gives people a unique sense of heroic posture.

"In a state of mind that fluctuates, tea is better than wine." Fang Mu said.

"What's the meaning of tea, it's bitter and unpleasant." The woman waved her hand.

"Isn't it wine?" Fang Mu smiled.

The woman was stunned for a moment, pouted and said, "You people are really boring, my name is Meng Qian, come, let's go." ”

She didn't care whether Fang Mu raised her glass or not, and after signaling herself, she drank it all.

A glass of wine poured into his heart, and Meng Qian said with a big grin: "The sect is about to collapse, there is only one breath left, what are you still doing here, it is better to take the inheritance of the hall master to find another family, and the future will be long." ”

Fang Mu didn't think about it, and asked rhetorically: "When Qingfeng Gate is in danger, what are the girl's plans?" Have you thought about your next home? ”

"It's troublesome to think so much, so I'm too lazy to care about those nonsense,"

Meng Qian shook her head.

Then, while pouring wine, she said casually: "Life and death together, advance and retreat together." ”