Chapter 291: A Sect Reborn

Lu Zheng left Zhengrong Peak no less than several times, sometimes once in a few years, sometimes once in ten years, like now, holding the hand of his apprentice, he returned to Zhengrong Peak in less than three years, which is the first time, but it is the most deeply touched. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Standing at the foot of Zhengrong Peak, Lu Zheng almost thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

Under the Zhengrong Peak, three hundred miles away, I don't know when a small town was formed, probably able to accommodate the appearance of a hundred households, in the town, there are ordinary mortals, there are also a few cultivators, come and go lively, although the prosperity is not as good as the original Baiyun Town, but it is also small scale, quite popular.

Lu Zheng took Mo Bingya for a walk around the small town, and then flew to Zhengrong Peak, but along the way, he saw that the situation that only one peak stood proudly in the early years had changed. On the surrounding peaks, there is the breath of cultivators' activities, and the halls and pavilions are overlapped, and at a glance, people instantly feel that they have stepped into a mountain city where cultivators gather.

A feeling of stepping into the world of cultivators from the mortal world arose spontaneously.

At first, Lu Zheng thought that during his absence, the Anti-Cang Sect had been captured by someone, and the cultivators on the several peaks here were all minions of his sect, but he didn't want to see that the style of the palace pavilion was very similar to the architectural style on the peak of the Zhengrong Peak where he was located.

Pulled another little disciple who flew over to ask, and then I knew.

In less than three years, with the joint efforts of Yan Shisan, Heiyi and others, the Anti-Cang Sect has grown several times over, not only circled more than a dozen surrounding peaks, but each peak has sent several stewards to sit in charge, and among the peaks, there are nearly 100 disciples in the few, and hundreds of disciples in the most.

The little disciple didn't know Lu Zheng's identity, but seeing that Lu Zheng's body was very terrifying, he knew that this was not easy to mess with, and he immediately spoke very politely, and carefully considered: "I don't know what the noble thing I have to do when I come to the Zun Sect?" It's just that the kid is soft-spoken, and I am afraid that he is not qualified to say with the Zun Driver. If you have something to do, it is better to go to the main peak of my anti-cang sect, and most of the people in the sect who can be the masters live here. ”

The direction pointed by the fingers of the teenage young disciple was the earliest mountain of the Anti-Cang Sect, the Zhengrong Peak.

"The kid is very clever. ”

Lu Zheng saw that this little disciple was now a three-star monk, and it was the time to lay the foundation for cultivation, so he took out a bottle of pills that washed his heart and quenched his body, sent it to the little disciple, and took a book of the heart method of the top grade of the Xuan Rank, handed it to the stunned little disciple, thanked him, and then pulled the apprentice away.

The young disciple, who had already been stunned by the Xuanjie Spiritual Cultivation Booklet, looked up and suddenly found that the doll next to the master, who looked like he was only five or six years old, was actually a cultivator, and he couldn't even see through the little doll's cultivation! This could only show one problem, the doll's cultivation was higher than his......

Not to mention how the young disciple who was inadvertently hit by Mo Bingya was ashamed, let's just say that Lu Zheng and Mo Bingya flew a stick of incense hand in hand all the way, and they arrived at the Zhengrong Peak, which has now transformed into the main peak of the sect.

At the foot of the Zhengrong Peak, the five Wei brothers were conscientious and still held the position of guarding the mountain, but under these five brothers, there were dozens of male demon cultivators in uniform costumes, with solemn and solemn faces, and they were majestically divided into left and right, standing in two rows.

In front of most of these hideous-looking mountain gate gods, there were about dozens of men, women, and children, bending down and pleading softly, some begging for medicine, some seeking Taoism and wanting to get started, and some simply wanting to go up the mountain to pay homage to Lu Zheng.

As soon as Lu Zheng and Mo Bingya appeared, they were alertly saluted by Wei Yi and others.

All the door gods were stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed, except for the demon cultivators who were in good order, the five Wei brothers all hurriedly ran forward and saluted, very happy.

"You're back!"

"Well, hard work. ”

"Master, who is this one next to you?"

Mo Bingya has not grown for more than ten years, and his cultivation has changed greatly as soon as he appeared, and his cultivation has also become a five-star monk, and for a while, the five Wei brothers really dare not admit it.

As soon as he mentioned his apprentice, Lu Zheng's cold face immediately flashed with a proud smile, and he pushed Mo Bingya in front of him, allowing him to greet the five Wei brothers himself.

Dozens of men, women, and children, who had been cautiously glancing at each other for a long time, glanced at each other, and in an instant, a swarm of bees rushed up and surrounded Lu Zheng, kowtowing and pleading.

"Presumptuous!"

Wei Yi scolded, waved his hand and asked the demon cultivators on the side to drag away this group of excited men, women and children, but Lu Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

When Lu Zheng first returned to Zhengrong Peak, he was unexpectedly reborn with the sect, his heart was happy, and people were a lot kinder, for the dozens of people in front of him, one person gave a bottle of beauty and qi pill, as for those who want to ask for the entrance to the Tao, then I'm sorry. He only gives Dan, not people.

At this time, Wei Yi stepped forward and reported in a low voice: "Master, now, with the addition of the main peak, there are a total of eighteen peaks and one thousand eight hundred and eleven new disciples. Since half a year ago, it has been temporarily closed to accept disciples, and Steward Yan said, everything will be discussed carefully when you come back. ”

has been Lu Zheng's subordinate for more than 20 years, Wei Yi understands Lu Zheng's mind very well, and only picks and talks about things in general, and does not mention some specific trivial matters.

Lu Zheng heard this, patted Wei Yi's shoulder, praised it, and immediately, he couldn't wait to pull Mo Bingya to fly to the other seventeen peaks first, and roughly looked at the scope of his current territory.

And seeing Lu Zheng take the stickiness of an apprentice wherever he goes, Wei Yi and the others have a new understanding, that is, Lu Zhengmen, who is used to being the shopkeeper, is very attentive to his only apprentice, maybe he is still a rare good master.

The good master Lu Zheng took his good apprentice to patrol the mountain for most of the hour, and then returned, flying directly to the top of Zhengrong Peak, and Yan Shisan and others had already gathered at the top of the mountain in front of Zhengrong Peak and waited for a long time.

Because of the expansion of the sect, the anti-cang sect has established a lot of new rules, just like the ordinary high-ranking sects, and the lord of a faction is no longer as casual as before.

Even the nine-headed bird demon Black Wing, who always looked at Lu Zheng unpleasantly, had to lower his head when Lu Zheng returned to the mountain, standing obediently on the front mountain, waiting for his life.

From a distance, Lu Zheng saw a figure bowing his head, and when he flew closer, he saw clearly that it was the elders of the Anti-Cang Sect.

"Subordinates greet the master!"

As Lu Zheng fell, the elders who had been waiting for a long time greeted in unison, very neatly, although it was the first time to do this, it was like a rehearsal many times, without the slightest chaos. (To be continued.) )