Chuangong Cliff is a double-sided cliff, and the stone wall that stands proudly in the sky is the handwriting of Ziyun Zhenren, and the other side corresponding to it is backed by Ziyun Island, and there are also many handwritings on it.

At this time, a pair of young men and women were climbing the peak on the gentle slope on the inner side of the cliff, and the two of them were walking a little hurriedly when they saw that it was past noon.

Strictly speaking, Purple Cloud City does not prohibit flying, as long as you have enough mana, or think that your cultivation is profound, you can fly in the air without anyone interfering. However, I don't know Weishenme, this pair of men and women obviously have a lot of cultivation, but they would rather choose to walk up the mountain.

"Senior Brother Yun, it's almost here, Senior Brother will definitely be able to copy it completely today!"

The woman's face is delicate, and there are a few inconspicuous freckles on the bridge of her nose, which not only does not affect her appearance, but is a little more lively, adding a lot of aura. At this time, she had reached the top of the mountain, looked at the cliff opposite, and said with a slight change in her complexion: "There are some changes here, has the senior brother noticed it?"

"Senior Sister Pei'er is very right, there has indeed been a change. ”

The man was dressed in a strong suit, his tall body stood proudly like a gun, and his expression was slightly depressed, as if he had a knot in his heart that was difficult to let go.

"The one who causes the change, right there!"

Following the man's gaze, the woman's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Who is this person? Could it be a newly admitted monk, how can he have a five-element boat?"

A gleam flashed in the man's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "No matter who he is, just look at it." ”

After that, he jumped out without waiting for the woman's answer, and fell like a meteor.

The woman didn't have time to stop it, her eyebrows showed a little grievance, and then she sighed, followed the man into the cliff, and went straight to the boat on the water below.

There is a large courtyard in the center of Ziyun City, and there are several small buildings in the big courtyard, and there may be people in the buildings, just like a small rich family with some surplus wealth, which seems quiet and peaceful.

On the third floor of the outermost small building, there are several pots of spring orchids on the windowsill, and a woman in white reads by the window, her expression is tranquil and quiet, as pure and refreshing as the petals of orchids.

In the building, several students in hospital uniforms were scattered in front of the bookshelves, or flipping through the books, or contemplating their eyebrows, and occasionally someone encountered a puzzle, so they would come to the woman to humbly ask for advice. The woman explained a few times casually, and she always satisfied the students and left, with a respectful and admiring expression, and did not dare to blaspheme in the slightest.

Everyone here is polite and polite, showing a strong smell of books, and what is surprising is that every time someone asks a question, they will always pay a small bag of spirit stones first, so that this place that does not look like a place in the world is dyed with a bit of mortality, but it does not look tacky, which is very amazing.

It was past noon, and the small table beside the woman was already full of spirit stones, but she didn't even look at it, her eyes were always focused on the scroll in her palm, immersed in her calm and joy.

Another student stepped forward, put down a small bag of spirit stones, and opened his mouth to ask his own question, and the woman was about to answer when her expression suddenly changed, and she looked up at the window.

The spring light faded, and a few pots of orchids hung down their petals in shame, ashamed of the delicate face of the woman in front.

The student noticed the woman's abnormality and wondered, "Master, ......"

The woman then turned her gaze back, and a smile appeared on her face with a trace of surprise, and said lightly: "It's nothing, the question you asked..."

After a few words of explanation in a soft voice, the woman stopped speaking, but her gaze on the page wandered slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

The student didn't dare to ask more, so he politely left, but his heart couldn't help but think.

"What happened outside could move Master Mei. ”

Another small building, also three-storey, has a completely different atmosphere from the study building where the woman is located.

It's dark, cold, and there's a suffocating liliang in the air. There are no flattering plants and trees by the window, only a black curtain that blocks out the bright early spring sun. ...,

A man with a swarthy body and barely visible shape sat cross-legged, judging by his slightly old voice, it was an old man. The old man's ghostly eyes looked at the sweaty student who was struggling to climb the steps, showing disdain and ridicule.

"Waste wood, hand over the spirit stone and get out, don't waste the old man's time. ”

The student who couldn't support it anymore laughed miserably, and then took out a small bag of spirit stones, waved his hand to the highest step nearby, and was about to leave.

It's strange to say, no matter how hard this student tries, he can't let his feet step on the steps of Zuihou again, but the bag of spirit stones is not affected at all, and it lands steadily on the staircase. There are also a few small bags neatly arranged on it, and it seems that he is not the only loser.

At this moment, the old man suddenly let out a startled "Huh!" and looked up at the window.

When the student heard the old man's voice, he couldn't help but turn his head and follow the old man's gaze, the curtains were thick and black, and he naturally couldn't see anything.

"It's strange, could it be that there are not so wasteful people who come today" —... "

The old man muttered a few times, his mood seemed to have become better, and he looked back at the student and said, "After you go back, look for the wood of new sprouts and meditate for three days, or you may have something to gain." ”

The student was overjoyed, knowing that he had not come in vain this time, and hurriedly bowed to the old man.

At the same time, he had some doubts in his heart, secretly thinking about what was going on outside, which could move Gu Shi.

There are a few similar things, and the students who are practicing in several small buildings at this time have all received some guidance without exception, and they are overjoyed, puzzled, and emotional.

In front of the big courtyard is an open field, ordinary sand and gravel ground, ordinary people coming and going, ordinary acacia willows, and a few round tables and square stools, scattered around.

There is a table in front of the courtyard gate, and a middle-aged scholar is half-lying on the rocking chair behind the desk, holding a pot in one hand and a paper fan in the other. His eyes seem to be open and closed, and he takes a sip of wine and shakes his fan twice, leisurely and contented.

Although the monk is not afraid of the cold, but at this time of year, no one will use a fan to show off his amorous feelings; this person obviously looks like a scholar who has failed the list, but he seems to be afraid that others will not know that he is a stranger, which is really annoying to people.

Many people were rushing here, and it was He Wenliu who walked in front, and he saluted the scholar with doubts and respect, saying something in his mouth, but the scholar didn't bother to listen.

People were at a loss to respond, and when they were anxious to tell the difference, there were people around to signal.

"See for yourself. ”

He Wenliu looked up in amazement, only to find that there was a dilapidated wooden sign next to it, just like the signs on both sides of the ferry, with a few ridiculous characters written on it.

"In front of the Taoist courtyard, no noise, 10,000 spirit stones take the sign and leave. ”

"No noise?"

He Wenliu looked up and looked around, his eyes were cloudy, his expression was crying and laughing, and he couldn't say how wonderful it was.

Some monks in courtyard clothes were scattered all over the house, holding all kinds of things in their hands and shouting loudly, like a group of peddlers and pawns.

"I'm getting started with the spirit rune, I'm about to look at it, an eight hundred spirit stone, it's cheap!"

"Quiet room rental, preferential price, long-term rental and discount, expired and waiting!"

"Danfang Fu Seal Refinery Shop Buy, Sell, Lease Contract, and recruit another short-term worker, preferential treatment, first come, first served!"

These are quite haode, but what is especially unbearable is that there are several ugly-looking and arrogant monks who shouted loudly, which was enough to make He Wenliu vomit three liters of blood, and almost wanted to turn around and never come back.

"I have a little money to spare, and my family has a peaceful place to live with my sister who wants to look for aesthetics, and I ask for ......"...,

"It's —... Be...... Doin!"

Although he had suffered twice, He Wenliu still couldn't believe his eyes and looked up at the courtyard, secretly thinking that this was a Taoist courtyard?

At this time, all the newly arrived monks, including He Wenliu, had already realized that life in Ziyun City was not easy, but no matter how they imagined it, they couldn't believe that it could be so difficult. Looking at the shameless faces of those "senior brothers" and the greedy eyes staring at this group of newly admitted monks, people felt uneasy in their hearts and looked terrified.

Several purple nuns' eyes flashed, as if they were worried and happy.

It's no wonder that women are usually weak, but no matter what time it is, women often have the same capital as zuihou that men don't have

Their bodies are not.

didn't wait for He to ask Liu to figure out the situation, but the people behind him couldn't wait, and reminded him to hurry up and pay the money and do things in various ways such as eyes, fingers, coughs, etc., and if he couldn't figure it out, he could think slowly, and it was only right to get the sign first.

So soon, the first cultivator of Lingnan, who was still unfamiliar with everything, obediently took out the spirit stone and put it on the table, thinking in his heart who to ask for the rules for a while, whether he could enter the Taoist Academy to visit and pay respects. After all, the time of cultivation is unpredictable, and many places look simple and crude on the outside, but they are actually hidden inside, and cannot be easily judged.

Thinking like this, he only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and he didn't see the scholar do anything, and the spirit stone that had just been put on the table disappeared, replaced by a small, wooden sign that was shabby and gray and almost impossible to see the color.