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Hospitalized.

Wu Feng and Long Xing'er lived separately, and at this moment he was sitting cross-legged on the bed in his room, with a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

"I didn't expect it to be a miscellaneous disciple again, could it be the arrangement of fate?"

"No matter what, cultivation is the most important thing, just this outside aura, it is already so rich, then the aura of Huayang Sect must be even thicker, even if you are a miscellaneous disciple and have such a good environment, you can double your cultivation. ”

As soon as Wu Feng groaned slightly, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation.

Two days later.

In the sky above the hospitalization of Wu Feng and the others, there was a sudden whistling sound and stopped above the hospital. Wu Feng was shocked from his cultivation, pinched his fingers, and knew that the time had come, so he immediately walked out quickly, only to see a small boat made of paper suspended in the sky above the courtyard, on which stood a young man in a red robe, with a golden black embroidered thorn on his chest, which was very gorgeous.

"It's just the two of you, come up. The red-robed young man said indifferently.

Wu Feng immediately took Long Xing'er's hand, flew over to the boat, and looked carefully, the boat was really very thin, as fragile as paper.

Long Xing'er flew so high that her face turned pale with fright, and when she stood on the boat, her legs were already trembling, and she was almost weak.

"Don't worry, this spirit paper boat is very strong, even if it carries a small mountain, it will be easy. The red-robed young man glanced at Long Xing'er and said indifferently.

Long Xing'er's face was pink, and she lowered her head in shame.

Wu Feng sat down casually and did not speak.

The red-robed young man said, "Sit tight." As he spoke, he raised his hand and led the boat, and the boat sped away like a flying sword, and the wind swept in, and was blocked by a cover outside the boat, and there was no leakage of it, and it was very stable.

After Long Xing'er adapted, she couldn't help but look around curiously, her watery eyes were full of shock and excitement.

Wu Feng casually leaned on the boat, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The boat was so amazing that it left Luoxian City in the blink of an eye, and this huge city became smaller and smaller in the eyes of the three people on the boat, and finally it was only the size of a palm, and then it was covered by a big mountain that had crossed over.

After walking for half a day, he crossed countless mountains and rivers, and finally came to a continuous group of mountains, after coming here, Wu Feng clearly felt that the aura around him had become denser, about two or three times that of the outside world.

As far as the eye can see, among the continuous mountains, there are indifferent clouds and mist, and the peaks of the sky loom in the sky, like sleeping behemoths. From the peak of the waterfall pouring down thousands of feet high, like a jade dragon roaring, magnificent, vigorous.

The sound of cranes coming out of the peaks echoes the sound of the waterfall in the distance, resounding for thousands of miles, like a fairyland.

On this mountain peak, the ancient trees of ink and blue are towering, and the giant vines are coiled, like a wild forest, full of mystery and thrill.

And in the hazy white mist, you can vaguely see that on the top of the mountain, there are many palaces built, which seem to be real and illusory, suspended like a mirage, making people can't believe their eyes.

Wu Feng and Long Xing'er were stunned.

This is Xianmen!

The Holy Land of Immortal Cultivators!

"It's here. The red-robed young man said indifferently.

The boat sped away and came to the mountains, and as the distance narrowed, Wu Feng could clearly see that there were bluestone roads built on these mountains, and there were some people dressed as servants, carrying water and walking. There were also flat squares where people sat cross-legged, as if listening to a sermon.

Wu Feng seemed to have come to a magnificent world.

This is the sect of the immortal cultivation world!

Countless disciples gathered, all of whom were talented and talented.

Listen to the sermons, participate in the scriptures, and learn spells every day.

Countless servants served.

There are also miscellaneous disciples who help raise spiritual birds and cultivate spiritual fields.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes, this is the place of cultivation, he really didn't come wrong!

At this time, the boat came to a peak and descended, and in front of it was a mountain gate, guarded by more than a dozen red-robed disciples.

The red-robed young man put away the boat and said to Wu Feng and the others, "Follow me." ”

Wu Feng and the others followed one after another.

The red-robed young man came to the gate of the mountain, showed the bronze token, and then went in along the lì pass, he went straight along the bluestone road, and came to a palace on the top of the mountain, before turning back to Wu Feng and said: "I will take you to the Miscellaneous Disciples' Courtyard first, and then the elders will assign you a position." ”

Wu Feng nodded.

The red-robed young man led him into the palace, which was very spacious, and only an old man slept on his stomach, snoring like thunder.

The red-robed young man said to Wu Feng: "When he wakes up, you can find him if you have something." ”

Wu Feng nodded.

The red-robed young man didn't say much, and said to Long Xing'er: "You come with me." ”

Long Xing'er hesitated for a moment, looked at Wu Feng, and said, "Senior, I ......"

Wu Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, he will arrange for you." ”

When Long Xing'er heard this, she left with the red-robed young man.

Wu Feng watched the two of them leave, then retracted his gaze, looked around, and secretly admired in his heart, a palace here in charge of the duties of miscellaneous disciples, luxurious Cheng Dù, is no less than the Hall of Elders of the Zhuyin Sect.

A few hours later, the old man woke up slowly, he raised his eyelids listlessly, and said to Wu Feng, "Are you a new miscellaneous disciple?"

Wu Feng nodded honestly.

The old man said indifferently, "How long have you been waiting?"

Wu Feng said: "I haven't counted it, it should not be long." ”

The old man squinted his eyes and said, "In our Huayang Sect, miscellaneous disciples have two duties, the first is to raise spirit birds, and the second is to grow and raise medicinal herbs, which one do you like?"

"Grow herbs. Wu Feng said without thinking.

The old man showed a smile on his face, and said, "Cultivating medicinal herbs is a good thing, and ordinary miscellaneous disciples can't assign it, but for the sake of you letting me sleep well, I'll recommend one to you." ”

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

The old man took out a thin book from the drawer and said, "Your name." ”

"Wu Feng. ”

"Age. ”

"Eighteen. ”

The old man sketched a few strokes on the book, then took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, wrote a few strokes on it, and folded the white paper into a paper crane.

The strange thing is that the paper cranes were stacked, and they moved like living creatures and flew out of the main hall.

"The fairy of the East Gate lacks a miscellaneous disciple who cultivates spirit grass, and I have already assigned you to it. The old man put down the book and said to Wu Feng: "Later, I will have someone send you over, and when you get to the fairy of the East Gate, she will teach you how to grow spiritual grass." This Dongmen fairy is an inner disciple, and his strength is extremely respected, you must not slack off, otherwise, you will be expelled from the sect at least, or killed on the spot!"

Wu Feng's heart sank, and he said in a low voice: "Thank you seniors for reminding me." ”

"Well, go ahead. The old man waved his hand.

Wu Feng said goodbye to him, and when he came to the outside of the hall, he saw a red-robed Taoist boy waiting here, greeted him, and said, "Master Wu, the master asked me to take you to the Lingshan of the East Gate Fairy, and come with me." As he spoke, he raised his hand to summon a small white paper boat.

Wu Feng saw that this boat was the same as the red-robed young man before, his eyes flashed, he didn't ask much, and directly got on the boat.

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I don't know if it's really a broken hand, or what, it's written slowly, the world of cultivating immortals is a big stage, and today I reorganized the outline, and the first update of the guide was only out at 4 o'clock in the morning, which was very embarrassing.