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Dao Mu admired the lotus to watch the sunrise, and waited for Tong Zheng to come to the door.

Before I knew it, it was noon, and Daomu was scorching in the scorching sun. But seeing him was no different from ordinary people, he didn't feel any discomfort. The golden threads on the fairy wisps not only did not shine in the sun, but became dark, dark and deep.

The guards had already hid in the shade, and they were all talking about how Dao Mu was really a strange thing, and everything was abnormal.

Dao Mu suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the top of the sky, and saw Tong Zheng riding a red-topped crane in the sky.

Tong Zheng's expression was indifferent, he met Dao Mu's bloody eyes, and waved with his left hand, "Dao Mu, follow me!"

Dao Mu got up suddenly, "Ah Meng!" jumped forward.

Ah Meng turned into the wind and kicked the Dao Mu away. The red-capped crane flutters its wings and breaks the wind, and Ah Meng Tengyun drives the fog and goes hand in hand with the crane.

Tong Zheng didn't even look at Dao Mu for a moment, he sat on the back of the crane, closed his eyes and recuperated, "This aspiration meeting, the mountain masters of the major lineages will be present in person, and it is not what it used to be. You don't need to keep a low profile, it's about your future, my face. ”

Dao Mu's face was a little heavy, the more he wanted to keep a low profile, things always went in the opposite direction, "The mountain lords are all out of the mountain for the immortals?" If the mountain lords want to see the heroic posture of the so-called immortal talents, they don't have to pull down their hats to aspire to the meeting.

"Hmm. Tong Zheng responded lightly, but he didn't talk to Dao Mu in detail, meditated uprightly, and didn't say a word.

Dao Mu was not annoyed, his eyes flickered, and he fell into deep thought. The future is really uncertain, and if you have ambitions in the past, you will be able to do it. Now that the mountain lord is taking the lead, then he will face the dilemma of being rejected by all the lineages.

Wait until next year?

Faced with the difficult dilemma of the future, as well as the instinctive fear of the unknown, Dao Mu is not exempt from vulgarity, and has the idea of escaping.

Year after year?

Dao Mu sneered in his heart, recited the Du Mu Sutra, and waved his spiritual sword to kill the idea of escape. Degree of pasture, first self, then people, degree of pastoralism.

Oh, I can slash him with the sword of my heart, can I wield the sword to save people, disasters, demons, and people?

As soon as this idea came to mind, a large number of ideas flowed out. The joy in Daomu's heart could not be hidden, and it was exposed. Full of hope for the future, full of adventure and joy for the unknown.

It is imperative that no matter what the lineage, first worship Zhuzhi Mountain, find a quiet and blessed place, swallow immortal energy, and reach the heavens to enlighten.

Half an hour later, Dao Mu and the others flew to the halfway point of the main peak of Zhuzhi Mountain, and there were eleven floating peaks suspended in the middle of the mountain. There are birds and beasts on these floating peaks, and there are swords and clouds, each showing its own magical powers.

Tong Zheng is not like a few days ago, and he will introduce to Daomu. Now Dao Mu can only guess through the huge flow of people, and probably guess that this is the role of the major veins of Zhuzhi Mountain to communicate with each other, trade, and partner to lead the teacher's reward task.

Tong Zheng led Dao Mu to the largest floating mountain, surrounded by cranes and egrets, and the fairy light was like a waterfall. The sound of fairy music is drowned out by the boiling human voice, if there is nothing, it seems to be illusory and real.

From afar, you can see people who look like they are filled with black sesame seeds in a disc. Ascending to the mountain platform, Dao Mu swallowed his saliva, "It's too exaggerated, isn't it?"

Dao Mu looked at the disciples of Zhu Zhishan who were dressed in their own lineage robes, wearing identity tags, and cultivating the Zhuzhishan crest, and couldn't help but bury it in his heart, "There are more than ten times more old students." ”

Tong Zheng frowned slightly, as if he didn't like this lively scene, "This time is different from the past, this ambition meeting will last for three days and three nights, and I wish more than 3,600 lineages of Zhishan to gather together." ”

Tong Zheng didn't want to talk too much nonsense with Daomu, and bluntly said that if Daomu fancied which lineage, he would directly take out a piece of test-free color silk and the person in charge, or the mountain owner.

Dao Mu looked at the bustling and shoulder to shoulder scene, "What if they don't accept it?"

Tong Zheng raised his head to see the blue clouds and white, but the wide sky could not let him relax. Impatience loomed on his face, as if he was forcibly holding back his anger.

After a while, Tong Zheng turned his head slightly, and swept over Dao Mu, "Even if it is a weaving immortal palace, it will accept the next, as for whether to accept you or not, it depends on my ability." ”

Tong Zheng turned around and turned his back to Dao Mu, "Since this immortal dares to give you a test-free color silk, can't even arrange a person?" ”

Tong Zheng even called himself unified, calling himself "I" for a while, and calling himself an immortal for a while, which shows that Tong Zheng still has a lot of troubles.

"Elder Tong Zheng, you are such a good person. Dao Mu was not annoyed by Tong Zheng's attitude, but made a big gift to Tong Zheng, "If Xiaodao decides in advance, he will have to spend the night for a while, and I hope that Elder Tong Zheng will not dislike Xiaodao." ”

Tong Zheng looked down at Dao Mu coldly, and said nothing for a dozen breaths. Turn your body, pat the neck of the crane, fly to the top, and shuttle through the sea of clouds.

"He doesn't have much energy to focus on me, worship Zhu Zhishan, and cultivate for decades, he has forgotten about me, a waste ......" Dao Mu Mu sent Tong Zheng away, and muttered that he wanted Funiu Hall to shape the image of Tong Zheng's saint more perfectly, and Tong Zheng would forget himself faster, and be bound by the struggle within the clan and the struggle with the sect.

Dao Mu pointed to the sea of people, "Ah Meng, are you with me?" Most of them were male disciples, and there were also female disciples, but the proportion was very small.

Moo, Ah Meng shook her head and stepped back again and again, she is also a girl's family after all.

Dao Mu put Ah Meng into the storage and pasture space, and found that the area where the pastoral path is inherited has many fewer people than in other areas.

Those mountain masters with lineage did not come, and Dao Mu was secretly happy in his heart, stepping on the drunkard's blind wandering and blending into the romance. A quarter of an hour later, the priest went deep into the venue and approached the pastoral area.

Plant animal husbandry, animal husbandry, Xuan Mu, herdsman four districts, each district and subdivided into small areas, among which the most subdivision of Xuan Mu, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder, Qimen Dunjia, and so on.

Dao Mu walked into the area of the pastoral lineage and did not receive special attention. Only the newcomers were either puzzled or surprised when they saw Daomu's black and gold sword card, and the others reacted mediocrely, as if they had seen too much of this kind of scene.

Dao Mu walked around and saw an inconspicuous table in the far corner, with a jade book of flower names, white jade pens, chalcedony inkstones and other objects, but no one took care of them, let alone entertained them.

The objects are also the same, except that the area is half smaller, and there are no disciples with their lineage, and there is a plaque with the word "miscellaneous herdsman" written on it.

Dao Mu's heart was throbbing, and perhaps this was his best choice. There is no one here, which means that there are not many disciples, and no one can be sent at all. It's just that this miscellaneous herding does not know whether it is a living shepherd or a dead herd, or is it both, and the miscellaneous herding is dedicated to doing chores and tiring work for other herdsmen?

Dao Mu hesitated, walked to the nearest pastoral disciple, and bowed, "I'm tired of senior brother, junior brother wants to make an inquiry." Pointing to the plaque, he asked, "What kind of path is the miscellaneous herding cultivating, is it a living pasture or a dead pastor?"

"You can't read and write!" The man had a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, a lot of short roads, a woman's general height, with his hands on his waist, and his eyes were wide with anger, "You yourself are illiterate, and you won't ask other people!"

Dao Mujian's eyebrows frowned slightly, this person is so unreasonable, he asked him in a good voice, if he told him in a good voice, the ten catties of spiritual essence in the palm of his hand would be his.

The other fellow disciples around laughed, not taking Dao Mu in their eyes at all. Other passers-by pointed at Dao Mu, or ridiculed, or confused, or indifferent, or playful, all beings were in a variety of ways.

"Next, there shouldn't be an old-fashioned plot, right?" Dao Mu looked around, his gaze swept over the crowd, waiting for an honest and good person to come and relieve him.

Dao Mu stood in place and waited for dozens of breaths, but he didn't see anyone come to relieve him. On the contrary, more and more people came to watch and laugh at him, and many people have begun to think of the identity of Daomu.

"Disciple of Mu Jian Mountain, Dao Mu, shouldn't he be the sixth on the list?"

"This name is very familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere......"

At that moment, there was a movement from other places, "Watch what I have done in my pastoral vein!" Before anyone arrived, a voice like a silver bell came.

Dao Mu suddenly looked back, followed the prestige, and saw a heroic short-haired beauty stomping over, her delicate face on a flamboyant expression.

On the right he wears a whip, on the left he wears a string of leather bags, with a dagger tied to his legs and animal skin boots on his feet. There is a little less softness of a woman, a little more steel of a man, and there is a special neutral temperament.

"Beast herdsman. From his wild temperament, Daomu immediately concluded that his Taoism was unified.

"Newcomer?" The short-haired beauty approached Daomu, sniffed around Daomu, and said in surprise, "Male shepherds are rare." ”

The short-haired beauty also ignored Dao Mu's refusal, her right hand suddenly reached out like an eagle's claw, pinched Dao Mu's smooth chin, looked up and down, left and right, and then kneaded Dao Mu's chest, abdomen, waist, thighs, and arms.

"It's a miracle that the dual cultivation of Mu Jian can come to this point for you. The short-haired beauty held Dao Mu's right arm with her left hand, and stretched out her right hand to hold Dao Mu's right hand, "I'm Lu Ting, Beast Mu." You're the sixth on the list, right?"

"It's me. Dao Mu only felt awkward, as if he had swapped genders. "I just want to ask ......"

"You are a planter, you are crazy, come to the beast pastoral area to inquire!" Lu Ting did not avoid suspicion, took Daomu's hand, and pulled the overwhelmed Daomu to the pastoral area. "Come and I'll take you to the planting and pastoral area, if a ghost like you goes to the sword cultivation lineage, it will definitely be ruined!"

"......" Dao Mu didn't know how to talk to Lu Ting at all.

Lu Ting was only nervous when she was a Dao pastor, and asked with a smile, "Brother Dao priest, tell me about Senior Sister, why don't you participate in the customs clearance test?"

Dao Mu's mouth just opened, and before he could speak, a voice came from the void, "Senior Sister Lu Ting, the mountain lord is looking for your business, come quickly!"

Lu Tingliu frowned, and suddenly stopped, "Urge, urge, you want to die, and you are in a hurry to entrust the Dao Tong to me?"

Before the words fell, he raised his hand and beckoned a female disciple nearby, "Senior sister, this ghost talent is extremely important to my pastoral lineage. Putting Dao Mu's hand together with the female disciple's hand, "You take him to the plant to report, and I'll decide where he goes when I come back." ”

"Alas......" Before Dao Mu could say anything, Lu Ting had disappeared without a trace.

The crowd of good deeds were stunned, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into weirdness and embarrassment.