"Drive!" The fire of the prairie galloped across the country, and Han Cang had to pass through some villages as much as possible for Meng Xiao's rations along the way, if there was no Meng Xiao, he could go straight to Tianjing Mountain, so it was delayed for at least two days. Although on the way, Han Cang also repeatedly moved the plan to give Meng Xiao to be fostered, and there was a very suitable candidate in Nanyu Village, the husband and wife were old and knew their fate and had no children under their knees, and their family was well-off, and they liked Meng Xiao even more when they saw it, but in the end, Han Cang still brought him out when the nurse fed Meng Xiao, even Han Cang himself couldn't tell why, he always felt that Meng Xiao was destined for him, and Meng Xiao never cried along the way, whether it was bumps or hunger, Meng Xiao was always like a man, with a faint light of perseverance in his eyes, at least in Han Cang's heart, so he couldn't easily give Meng Xiao away, maybe he will take it to Tianjing Mountain, beg his mentor Tianjizi to take it under his door, practice his work, and one day avenge the innocent people of Mengjia Village.

And Meng Xiao was in Han Cang's arms, but there was another thought in his heart, and gradually he began to despair of this dream, everything that happened in the past few days was too real, and there was no feeling of flowing water in the dream, at least these days were boring for him, and every minute and second made him feel tormented. Gradually, Meng Xiao became more and more concerned about his parents and daughter-in-law, especially after seeing the couple in Nanyu Village, he began to feel sorry for his father, his parents are almost sixty years old, and he regards his only son as more important than his life. In addition, the daughter-in-law has also been married to him for three years, and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows have all lingered in his heart for more than three years. For Meng Xiao, whether it is Mengjia Village or Hancang now, it is only like the existence in a dream, and after being moved for a while, it did not let him go to his heart, and the only hope is to wake up early.

In the days that followed, every time he thought of his parents Meng Xiao's eyes, tears would flow from the corners of his eyes, Han Cang couldn't help but feel strange when he saw it, but it was just such a young child, from a certain point of view, his memory should be very short, and it wouldn't even take long for him to forget his father and mother, but he wondered, Han Cang didn't have time to dig deeper, he took Meng Xiao to rush for more than 20 days in a row, and found more than a dozen villages to stop halfway, and when he returned to the foot of Tianjing Mountain, it was already the eighth day of October, if he was delayed for two more days, I am afraid he would not be able to come back。

The towering mountain gate at the foot of Tianjing Mountain is majestic, the left and right span twenty-four zhang, three zhang and six feet high, it is the Tianjing Taoist people who set up when they opened the sect, implying that the twenty-four sects came to congratulate at that time, and the three immortals of Guliu and the six saints of the north were all witnesses at that time. Although Han Cang is a disciple of Tianjizi, he is not a beginner disciple, and he has only stepped into the mountain gate twice in his life, the first time was when he was apprenticing, and he practiced in the mountains with Tianjizi for a year and a half, and the second time was when he brought his eldest brother Chen Long to meet the current sect leader Tianshu Daoren. Looking up at the majestic Tianjing Mountain, Han Cang suddenly felt a little confused, this time he may have made a great contribution to the sect, but he also fell to the eldest brother Chen Long, and his longevity was less than two days left, and he brought Meng Xiao back, and I don't know if the master is willing to take it in, this baby in swaddling clothes has become Han Cang's biggest heart disease in the past few days.

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The peaks and peaks of Tianjing Mountain are sublime, and the temples are continuous, but they are built according to the exquisite formation, which can not only gather the mountains and rivers to be beautiful, but also hide the essence of heaven and earth in them, as if it is a fairyland. At this time, on the Tianhua Hall at the highest place on the top of the mountain, the sect master Tianshu Daoist is sitting cross-legged on the poop platform with his eyes closed, and in front of him is the tall golden statue of the founder Tianjing Daoren.

Tianshu's voice fell, and two figures flashed at the entrance of the main hall, one was wearing a gray sermon robe, less than seven feet tall, bloated, but kind and kind, and the other was very different from him, wearing an earthy yellow fairy robe, nearly nine feet tall, skinny, with a sickly face, under a closer look, the eagle-nosed wolf looked at it, and there was a hidden murderous intention between the eyebrows, but it was not quite like a Taoist, these two people were Tianshu's two junior disciples, Tianxuan and Tianquan.

"Seeing that the senior brother in charge is chanting, I don't dare to disturb him. Tianxuan said slowly.

Tianshu stood up, dressed in a plain white robe, and his body was long, he had the posture of a fairy bone, and even his appearance was somewhat similar to the Tianjing statue behind him. After Tianxuan and the others saluted, Tianshu asked again: "The two junior disciples are not in retreat in the hall, why are they here?"

Tianquan, who was tall and thin, took half a step forward and clasped his fists in congratulations: "I am here to congratulate my senior brother, the baby who has been thinking about it for many years has finally come to the bottom of the mountain!"

Tianshu's face was unhappy, "I already know about this, go to the mountain gate in front of Tianjizi to greet him, and bring him here to see me." ”

Tianquan said "yes", "Thanks to the senior brother's strategy, he took the treasure into his pocket without much effort, and with this treasure, in the next demon eradication conference, our Tianjing Mountain will be able to regain its prestige." "Tianquan said to leave the palace, and only Tianxuan and Tianshu were left in the main hall.

After a while, Tianxuan sneered, "Senior brother is far-sighted, junior brother sighs to himself, and today's events are even more admired." ”

Tianshu waved the dust in his hand, "At the beginning, I asked Tianjizi to accept Chen Long and Han Cang as apprentices, but you only thought that they were tomb robbers and thieves, which damaged their face, but now it seems that this thief has done a big thing that you and I can't do." ”

"What the senior brother said is extremely true, the younger brother can't share the worries of the senior brother, it's really embarrassing!" Tianxuan bowed to the ground, his bloated figure made him look like a leather ball, but Tianshu didn't say anything more, Tianxuan finished the salute, and the two of them sat on the podium separately, just waiting for Tianjizi to bring Han Cang.

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Han Cang lingered in front of the gate of Tianjing Mountain for a while, and the disciples who guarded the door had already seen it, but Han Cang worshiped under the Tianjizi Sect twenty years ago, but he was not a beginner disciple, and he did not have a sect order with him, and the disciples guarding the door did not recognize him, only to see a man riding a strange beast, holding a baby back and forth in front of the door, and couldn't help but come forward to ask.

"Who are you? Why are you going back and forth in front of my mountain gate?" The disciple guarding the door said disrespectfully, Han Cang rode on the fire and looked at him, only to see that the little guy was sixteen or seventeen years old, he didn't know the height of the sky, and he didn't care, he turned over and dismounted and Yao gave him a hand, "Youlao, this senior brother, I am Han Cang, a disciple of the master of Tianjizi in the door, if you have something to ask to see the master, please make a note on your behalf." ”

Seeing that Han Cang said politely, and Tianjizi's seniority was higher than that of his master, the disciple of the gate also relaxed a little at the moment, "Since you are the same sect, why don't you show it with a decree?"

"I ......" Han Cang couldn't help but grit his teeth slightly, this matter was his most painful scar, "Don't hide it from Senior Brother, he is only a registered disciple of the master, so he doesn't have a decree on his body." ”

"So that's the case?" The disciple at the gate glanced at Han Cang contemptuously, muttered something, and said loudly: "Although you are only a registered disciple, you should also know the rules of the sect, and you can't go up the mountain without the order of the master." ”

"Yes, yes......" Han Cang Weiweiwei, thinking that Tianjizi had a life-saving grace for himself at the beginning, and accepted himself as an apprentice regardless of his identity, Han Cang was grateful, and he didn't take the name too seriously in those years. It wasn't until he was blocked out of the mountain gate with Long Chen last time that he felt ashamed, and he was even more ashamed and brave, and the two brothers took over the heavy task of going to the Demon Territory to steal treasures in a momentary mood. In the past seven years, the two brothers wandered the demon territory, and no one could understand the hardship, and finally the opportunity came last year, the demon emperor Rengu passed away and was buried in the ancient demon mountain mausoleum, and this demon emperor holy relic was also left in the ancient tomb because it became a funeral object. It took Chen Long and Han Cang two years to dig a secret passage from behind the Ancient Demon Mountain and infiltrate the Rengu Mausoleum and steal this Rengu holy relic. Now that he has returned to the gate of Tianjing Mountain, he still can't enter the mountain gate, and he will inevitably feel sad in his heart.

"Hey, I said Han...... Han Cang, are you holding your own child in your arms?" "The disciples of the gate sent people to report the news inside, and the people who had just stopped Han Cang now felt a little envious, like them became beginner disciples, and marriage must first have the permission of the sect, otherwise it will be regarded as a traitor, and unauthorized marriage must be expelled from the sect, which is also the first strict law of many self-proclaimed immortal sects, not only can they not marry without authorization, but even apprenticeship and apprenticeship and preaching must have the permission of the sect. Therefore, in addition to those who are the best in the sect, many people have to leave the sect after the age of thirty or forty and return to the so-called earthly world, and their final identity will become a registered disciple.

Under this system, it is like a big wave sweeping the sand, the best person grasps the authority of the sect, marries a wife and has children, and the master of the sect, The children of the elders are born different, enjoying all kinds of preferential treatment in the sect, and when they reach adulthood, if they are not really stupid in talent, they will naturally become the leaders of the sect, which has also become a reason why many sects have suddenly risen strongly and eventually gradually become mediocre, but the wife and shadow son are what life wants, and when they are not in the way, anyone can say that they are filled with righteous indignation, and when they really need to make a choice in person, most of them follow the crowd, and those who dare to break the family are all true heroes.

Han Cang thought of Chen Long, regretting that he shouldn't have involved his eldest brother in this matter, his longevity was approaching, and he seemed to be more understanding, so he didn't want to gossip with the little guy more, the gatekeeper probably also saw that Han Cang loved to ignore him, and sent him out of twenty zhang away to wait, Han Cang hugged Meng Xiao, and retreated with the fire of the prairie fire, the little guy still felt unwilling, and was about to find a way to regulate Han Cang, at this moment, a figure on the mountain came quickly.

The figure followed the bluestone paved mountain road, and took two or three zhang in one step, with long sleeves fluttering, a bun on his head, a fairy sword on his back, a clear face, and bright eyes.