In Qiuchen Mountain, the main peak, and in the meeting hall, dozens of masters from the Seven Realms of Xianmen were discussing with each other. Regarding the two requirements put forward by the Shanhai Division, everyone could not reach a consensus.

After the appearance of the Shanhai Division, the Qiu Chen Mountain Palm Sword rarely came forward, and the other six Immortal Gate Palm Swords were on their way, and for a while, no one could decide on this matter.

Xiao Zhengqing looked at the masters in the hall and said secretly: Although you can't reach an agreement on this matter, you have always been consistent in your attitude towards the Shanhai Division.

"Grant his request!"

As soon as these words came out, all the teachers looked at Xiao Zhengqing together. If someone stands up and takes responsibility, then of course all the teachers have no objections.

Xiao Zhengqing said again: "If he doesn't want to, the dignified immortal sect will naturally not do persecution." Not only did he agree to his request, but Qiu Chenshan also wanted to promote him to the master, and he also asked all the immortal sects to give him the promotion of the master. ”

Xiao Yi, who held the sword, never came forward, and Xiao Zhengqing made a decision to promote Ling Luo to the master, which shows Xiao Zhengqing's power in the immortal gate.

Ling Luo was originally only a disciple of Qiu Chenshan, and now he is given the vacant position of "Master" of the Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate, which is equivalent to Ling Luo being shared by the Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate, so Xiao Zhengqing has also given enough face to the Immortal Sect.

The masters discussed privately for a while, and some people raised objections: "I am afraid that I will not be able to be the master of such a big matter as the promotion master, and I will talk about it when the sword arrives." ”

"Qiu Chenshan held a promotion ceremony on the same day, you can't decide, you can be in the guest seat to watch. Xiao Zhengqing was silent, unwilling to say more, and walked out of the hall.

Beiran Mountain Murong stopped him.

"Master Xiao is slow and slow, I am promoted to the same position as the master of Beiran Mountain. ”

Seeing Beiran Mountain's statement, the other Immortal Sect masters also responded: "Okay, I am equivalent to being promoted to Lingluo as a master." ”

At noon, on the main peak of Qiuchen Mountain, the disciples were arranging the promotion ceremony, arranging the masters and disciples of each immortal sect to sit at the table, and the disciples of Dayan and the room also sent drinks and dishes to the ...... This time, everyone was busy, not for others, but for the inconspicuous dogtail grass at the beginning.

Thousands of disciples of the Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate gathered on the main peak, on a wide high platform, the seven masters of the Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate were side by side, and two plainly dressed female disciples helped Ling Luo to walk up to the high platform.

"Give the robe. ”

Xiao Zhengqing held a white cloud robe in both hands, walked in front of Ling Luo, and put it on for him with his own hands.

"Disciple Ling Luo was promoted to the throne of Qiu Chenshan, and his surname was Shizun. ”

Beiran Mountain Murong Yan stood up and said loudly:

"Disciple Ling Luo was promoted to the throne of Beiran Mountain, and his surname was Shizun. ”

Next, there is Master Lanyin Mountain:

"Disciple Ling Luo was promoted to the rank of Lanyin Mountain, and his surname was Shizun. ”

“......”

The cloud robe was draped over the tattered gray clothes, which looked extremely abrupt, and Ling Luo's appearance was like a robe stolen by a beggar from somewhere.

But at this moment, no one dared to despise this sloppy man, the original dogtail grass became the youngest master since the opening of the Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate, and at the same time received the identity of the Master of the Seven Immortal Sect.

The disciples who ridiculed him at the beginning would never have thought that today the dogtail grass would stand on the high platform of the promotion ceremony, and whether it was the Xianmen Zhengmai or the elite disciples under the stage, when they saw Ling Luo in the future, they would have to bow their heads and shout "Master".

The world is unpredictable!

Ling Luo glanced at the audience, and when several disciples made eye contact with him, they subconsciously looked to the side and dodged, which was the eyes of the weak.

Those disciples had felt sorry for Ling Luo, but Ling Luo had long forgotten about them.

Ling Luo's brows furrowed, and there was no shallow child in the crowd, and he didn't know where she had gone. secretly said in my heart: Qian'er, if I hurt your heart, then I'm sorry.

After the promotion of the master to the throne, thousands of disciples said in unison: "Congratulations to Master Ling......"

Xiao Zhengqing looked at Ling Luo with a smile, Ling Luo squinted at Xiao Zhengqing, the atmosphere was harmonious, but they had their own thoughts.

Xiao Zhengqing said with a straight face: "Master Ling must keep his promise and complete three things for the Seven Realms of Xianmen, and I will definitely send you back to the world." ”

Shanhai Master does three things for Xianmen, and the overall strength of Xianmen will be greatly enhanced. Completing the three things is Xianmen's delaying strategy, and it is also Ling Luo's delaying strategy.

Ling Luo nodded: "Hmm." ”

"Then, Master Ling will follow me to the inner hall and repair the Heavenly Array. ”

Isn't this too anxious? Not at all, the worldly hermit cultivation world has been looking forward to the appearance of the Shanhai Master for a whole ten thousand years. The prestige of the remnants of the ancient formations was weakening day by day, and some of the ancient formations faded and completely lost their effect.

Ling Luo can also be regarded as a tie out of Qiuchen Mountain, and the priority is to repair the heavenly array for Qiuchen Mountain, which is reasonable and reasonable, but it is just a difference in order. All the masters were trying to see if this mountain and sea master, who looked like he was in his early twenties, could repair the Heavenly Array to the scale of its heyday. If the repair is successful, then the broken ancient formations of the various immortal sects are also promising.

"I'll try," Ling Luo replied.

Ling Luo stepped down from the high platform to meet the attention of all the disciples, went to the back mountain with all the masters, and walked to the front of the inner hall of Qiuchen Mountain, Xiao Zhengqing stopped his steps, turned around and said: "I have arrived at the inner hall, please wait outside the hall." ”

The inner hall is a forbidden place for immortals, and non-immortal disciples are not allowed to enter.

Murong said, "Then we will wait outside the hall." ”

Xiao Zhengqing and Ling Luo entered the inner hall, the inner hall was empty, and the real traces of the ancestors of the Xiao family were hung on the walls, recording all kinds of methods of cultivating mysteries and clarifying the mind.

"Heaven does nothing, follow its natural trend. Silent, indifferent, unmoving; ”

This is the ancestor of the Xiao family in Qiuchenshan on an ancient scroll, and the inscription is hung in the inner hall for the disciples to see. Xiao Zhengqing explained.

Banners like this are hung everywhere on the walls of the inner hall. After walking a few more steps, Ling Luo was attracted by a painting on the wall......

In the painting, a fairy walks in the clouds, and the wind blows the white clothes, as if she is about to float down from Ling Luo's eyes.

Next to the fairy, there is also an inscription with a line of delicate small characters:

"The mountain of contempt is inhabited by gods and men, and the skin is like ice and snow, and the covenant is like a virgin. Don't eat grains, suck wind and drink dew. Ride the clouds, the dragon, and swim beyond the four seas......"

This fragment of the sentence was left by the ancients, and it was the true immortal Ziyi that was recorded. ”

"Master, has anyone ever seen a true immortal throughout the ages?" Ling Luo asked.

Xiao Zhengqing thought for a moment and said, "If someone has seen it, but ask where did the true immortal come from? Where did he pass away? If no one has seen it, why is this fragment of the sentence written as if he saw it with his own eyes?"

Ling Luo responded:

"If someone has seen it, will you believe it? If no one has seen it, who can say that there are no true immortals?"

"Just like when I was in the earthly world, I always thought that monks only existed in the legends of the mountains and seas, and only knew the earthly world, not the outside world. It wasn't until I came to Qiuchen Mountain and saw it with my own eyes that I knew that there was no other world, and I dared to believe that there were countless monks in the world. In this way, you might as well boldly imagine that those who have seen true immortals and those who have not seen true immortals have seen a completely different world. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding.

A few more steps, and you see another text panel. "The morning fungus does not know the obscurity, and the cockroach does not know the spring and autumn. ”

What he saw in the inner hall gradually changed the deep-rooted cognitions in his heart that had grown up with Ling Luo, and he also had a different understanding of the secluded world outside the world.

The two walked and stopped, Ling Luo asked, Xiao Zhengqing also answered, and between the discussions, there was talk and laughter.

There are many cultivation methods in the inner hall, and Xiao Zhengqing also carefully explained them to Ling Luo, but those are not what Ling Luo is interested in.

The picture is harmonious, and there is a deep sense of master-apprentice affection.

Xiao Zhengqing is acting.

Ling Luo knew that he was acting, Ling Luo was just talking to a person about the legends of the mountains and seas he was fascinated by, as for whether this person was an enemy or a friend, it made no difference to Ling Luo.