The guide messenger couldn't stand it.

"Immortal cultivators, the emphasis is on cultivating the mind. The true meaning of mind cultivation lies in letting go of attachments and all evil, and picking up compassion and all goodness. How can some people, if they treat their relatives like this, be kind to others? It's naughty. ”

Hearing this, everyone laughed, and Qi Yan's eyes gradually became more mocking.

They whispered, but Qi Yan was unmoved, only closed himself up, and didn't talk back, so he didn't hear it.

But he's not stupid.

These words obviously meant him, he endured it and endured it, and he couldn't bear hundreds of eyes, and regarded him as a "romantic" son.

Next to him, the flower fat mist covered his mouth vigorously.

She was almost suffocated by laughter.

Qi Yan can't manage others, but he can manage the flower fat mist.

His eyes darkened, squinted at her, and his sharp gaze seemed to say "Don't laugh", she coughed dryly twice, and couldn't help but laugh, but her smiling eyes were still like a crescent moon.

Qi Yan shook his head helplessly.

After walking for a long time, the Yonglian Treasure Hall got closer and closer to the team.

It wasn't until I was in front of me that I saw the grandeur of this treasure hall.

Rising from the ground, the roof of the palace is firm, and the small buildings around it are like lotus petals wrapped in stamens, which makes it extremely beautiful. Take a closer look, the carved beams and painted buildings, engraved with the pattern of Lingyun Flying Dragon, lifelike. The gilded palace door several feet high is painted cinnabar red, and a gold-lettered plaque above reads-

"Yonglian."

Qi Yan read softly.

The procession stopped, and the messenger made a gesture for them to wait outside the temple.

Then, the wind came under his feet, and he went extremely fast, in contrast to the slowness when leading the way, as if it were an instantaneous effort, and he jumped several meters. This makes some people who have no skills dazzled.

Qi Yan was unmoved, his faint and complaining eyes fell on the word "Yonglian", and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, the messenger returned.

He clasped his palms together and said loudly: "Master, please enter the hall and wait for the test." ”

The long queue slowly moved forward again.

The Yonglian Treasure Hall was bigger than they had imagined, and after accommodating hundreds of people, it was not crowded, enough for them to stand in a rectangular phalanx.

The surroundings are empty, the front is a luxurious lotus throne, on the left and right, every few meters there is a slender lotus lamp, this lamp is not stone or jade, but really made of lotus flowers, condensed with spiritual power, will not wither.

Everyone looked around, excited, and the sound of rustling sounded.

However, the time of the three incense sticks has passed, and the freshness has been polished, and after waiting for so long, no one has come.

Along the way, it has been hard, and at the moment I am bored, so I can only wait. Most of the people had sore legs and numb feet, and some people sat on the ground to rest regardless of their image.

When the messenger saw it, a wooden sword struck him on the back.

"Oops!"

"Before the master arrives, how dare you be wanton?"

"I'm tired, can't I sit for a while?"

"The master has ordered, don't sit."

The man muttered to his feet, disgraced, and had to put his hand on his little boy's shoulder, and rested half-propped up.

A wooden sword slashed at him again.

The man was startled, this time he learned wisely, and immediately dodged.

"Can't you do it for a while?"

"Nope."

The messenger is selfless and ruthless.

This move immediately made all kinds of thoughts in everyone's minds disappear.

"If you enter the Immortal Gate, you are a disciple of the Immortal Family. The road of cultivation is long and arduous, and it feels hard to stand on three sticks of incense, how can I bear the hardships of cultivation in the future? One Thousand and Eight Calamities? If you can't bear it anymore, leave the Yonglian Treasure Palace, and someone will send you back to the mortal realm. ”

The messenger spoke slowly, with a look of distraction.