Strictly speaking, Gangtianmen is not a sect with a rigorous system.

From the previous words of the barefoot old ghost, it can be seen that Gangtianmen is a force condensed by several ancestors of Tiangangmen, who have traveled to the Thunder Lion Imperial Kingdom and felt weak and bullied by other strong people.

They are all from Tiangangmen, and they don't bother to think about the name of the sect, so they turn the word Tiangang upside down and take it as Gangtianmen.

In the past thousand years, Gangtianmen has also successively recruited some disciples. Of course, the disciples recruited are all people who are one in a million, and they are no longer like the thousands of disciples like Tiangangmen.

Over time, there were also many Tianzong wizards in Gangtianmen, and there were also many ancestors who cultivated by leaps and bounds, so Gangtianmen slowly rose, and decades ago, it became one of the three giants in this million-mile area.

Although Gangtianmen has a resounding name, it is not a compact sect, but each ancestor has its own mountain, and there is not much contact on weekdays.

To put it bluntly, it is loose on the inside, each playing its own game, but it has always been external. If other forces provoke Gangtianmen, the ancestors of the various mountains in the gate will naturally not sit idly by.

After all, all of them have a common name on their heads, that is, Gangtianmen.

On this day, the barefoot old ghost was reclining on a reclining chair made of old rattan at the back of the mountain, his bare feet raised high, but although his feet were naked, his skin was delicate and white, without the slightest old state of interlacing ravines.

It's just that the black mud under the soles of the feet, at first glance, looks like a natural insole growing on the soles of the feet. Walking must be moderately soft and hard, light and comfortable, no wonder he doesn't even bother to wear shoes.

The barefoot old ghost is grabbing a pheasant leg with his right hand. Holding a dirty gourd in his left hand, he took a sip of chicken legs and a sip of wine. It's not happy.

His wooden stick, which was more than three feet long, thin and shiny, and crooked, was thrown on the ground at will, and if a woodcutter from the mountains came here, he would think that this stick was just an ordinary stick, and even pick it up and use it as firewood for the pot.

At this moment, a light rain began to fall from the sky, and between the mountains, the mist was ethereal, like a fairyland.

The barefoot old ghost snorted in displeasure. After gnawing the chicken leg and throwing it casually, the chicken leg bone flew into the sky, and there was no trace of it falling.

The barefoot old ghost raised his eyelids, winked at the sky, and said, "God, when you see the old ghost, I gnawed on the pheasant legs, and my saliva flowed down." This chicken bone is yours, you're welcome. ”

With that, the barefoot old ghost wiped his mouth. With a wave of his hand, the clouds in the sky retreated, and it was clear.

The barefoot old ghost sat up and stretched. Lazy said: "Oops, it's still comfortable to bask in the sun, it's really annoying to rain." ”

Suddenly. The barefoot old ghost frowned, and took out a piece of psychic jade. As soon as the mind moved, it immediately stood up. smiled and said: "Hahaha, wonderful, I didn't expect that kid Yan Lan to really have the ability to cross a million miles away, hehe, it's not in vain that I waited for him for so long." ”

The barefoot old ghost was jumping up excitedly, and suddenly fell down again, shook his head and pouted: "No, no, I want to find this kid so eagerly, it will make him think that the old ghost I care too much about him, and will let his tail rise to the sky." Well, I'll have to pretend I don't care. ”

With a shake of his head, the barefoot old ghost told Yan Lan that he was very busy today and would go to them tomorrow.

The barefoot old ghost put away the psychic jade slip, clenched his fists, spun around excitedly, and said proudly: "Hehe, it's still an old ghost, I have a far-sighted vision, and my eyes are quick, and I took the lead in occupying this good seedling." Tsk, with the power of one person, against such a powerful Xuanzong, although his strength at that time was completely out of the eyes of the old ghost, but I immediately concluded that this kid has an unlimited future. ”

"Gaga, those empty-eyed veterans in Gangtianmen, I have the seedling of Yanlan, cultivate it carefully, after a few years, those proud Tianjiao under your hands, I'm afraid they will be willing to bow down!"

The barefoot old ghost became more and more proud the more he thought about it, and finally he couldn't help but laugh.

"Hehe, let's go find the old man with a bare chest to show off first. This old Taoist lived on the same hill with me, and scoffed at my going to Tiangangmen to recruit disciples, saying that I was digging ants in an ant hole, and no matter how strong I was, I was just an ant. I want him to see that my vision of the old ghost is not comparable to that of ordinary monks. ”

The barefoot old ghost turned into a puff of smoke and fled away.

In Gangtianmen, most of them are an ancestor who dominates a mountain, as for why only the barefoot old ghost lives on the same mountain with the bare-chested old man, he is naturally reluctant to say this matter to the barefoot old ghost.

In fact, most of the ancestors in Gangtianmen, although their temperaments are eccentric, their appearance is probably normal.

But the barefoot old ghost and the bare-chested old Taoist are the other, one is barefoot all the year round, the other likes to be bare-chested, and there is no appearance of a master at all, and the rest of the ancestors are afraid of misunderstanding and losing their identity, so they stay away from them.

But the barefoot old ghost and the bare-chested old man are both people who like to be lively, and they are squeezed out by the old people, so they simply live on the same mountain.

Let others say, go, I'm barefoot, you barehead your breasts, and no one can say anything.

On the mountainside of the front mountain, there is a view, and there are two Taoist temples, which are built side by side.

The Taoist temple is relatively simple and quiet, there is a courtyard of 30 zhang square in front, and there are several trees more than 10 zhang high scattered scattered.

The barefoot old ghost pushed open the courtyard door of the Taoist temple on the left, opened his mouth and laughed: "Haha, bare-chested old man, come out quickly, I want another disciple old ghost, hurry up and come out to envy and envy, haha......"

The barefoot old ghost's shout, but he was lucky enough, and the earth on the Taoist temple tiles fell down.

"Ouch, isn't there just one more disciple, is it necessary to be so babbling......?

In the dilapidated Taoist temple, there was a displeased echo, and then, an obese old Taoist walked out with a delicate small fan.

The small fan was very small, about the size of a palm, and it was held in the hands of a fat fat old man, like a giant man holding an embroidery needle, which was quite joyful.

The obese old man was wearing shoes, but the placket was wide open, revealing a huge belly and plump breasts.

Behind the chest-chested old man, there was a giggling sound, like a silver bell, very pleasant, and it was easy to tell that it was a woman's voice.

After blinking, a woman walked out of the Taoist temple, this woman was slender, tall and thin, with single eyelids, a small nose, and long hair tied at the back of her head at random, looking extremely capable and neat.

"The disciple is high, I have seen the barefoot ancestor!" the woman laughed, and there was no trace of the restraint on her face when the younger generation saw the elders.

The barefoot old ghost looked the woman up and down, shook his head with a sigh and said, "Gaogao, you have lost weight recently, is it that the oil and water have been robbed of the old way." If you don't eat well, go next door, and I'll make sure you'll be fat, old ghost. (To be continued......)