On the banks of the Lixiu River, egrets fly over the water, leaving a little ripple.

On the plum tree on the shore, the plum is ripe. Pick it and clean it, soak it in well water, taste sweet and sour, and then pair it with a cup of fragrant tea, and paint the favorite of the monks in the Golden Building to quench their thirst in summer.

It's been a year since that flood.

The dead will not be resurrected, and the houses and fields that have been flooded will not be restored overnight. If you are seriously ill, you must always recuperate slowly.

The major sects were damaged a lot in this flood. However, in the past year, the sect still sent its disciples down the mountain to help the common people repair their hometowns that had been washed away by the flood.

Whether it is a human race or a demon, a monk or a mortal, in the face of natural disasters, everyone is equal, regardless of you and me.

Fortunately, the capital is gradually recovering its vitality.

The most obvious thing is that the spiritual veins that have gradually faded and dried up over the years have become full and agile again. The aura of the capital is abundant, and the cultivators have benefited a lot from cultivating compared to advancing. It is precisely because of this that more and more disciples with loose cultivation or outstanding spiritual roots have entered the sect, and the major sects have also begun to recruit new people again.

When the old ones go, the new ones will slowly appear. The world comes and goes, joys and sorrows, always.

Not long ago, the Taiyan faction also included a group of new disciples, and a selection competition was still held in Pingyang Town. With a beautiful vision of the road to immortals, young boys and girls walked on the boxy stage and began the long road of cultivating immortals.

Today is the day when a new disciple first enters the sect.

In the main hall of Gufeng Mountain, the golden-bodied statue with kind eyebrows holding a dust whisk in its hand, smiling and looking down at sentient beings.

The new disciples jumped down from the spirit boat, unable to contain the excitement in their hearts, looking around at the scenery. After bypassing the main hall, a cluster of waterfalls falls from the cliff wall, sprinkling pieces of silver beads. A white-robed young man with a silver gun walked by, heard the movement, paused, and turned to look.

His appearance is beautiful, his eyebrows and eyes are clean and distinct, and when his eyes sweep over, he is like a long frost in the autumn moon, faint and dissipating.

It's like I'm looking at someone else.

"Uncle Shi." The man who led the new disciple down the spiritual boat carried the axe on his shoulder and greeted him happily, and the young man bowed lightly and turned to leave.

The crowd behind him was boiling.

The female disciples looked at the young man's back and asked the man, "Senior brother, you just called this Immortal Elder Uncle, but he is from our sect?" ”

The man smiled heartily: "Yes, he is the seventh senior uncle in our sect." ”

"Seventh Uncle?" The young female disciple's face turned a little red, and she said with a smile: "If only I could worship under him." ”

"Forget it." The old disciple kindly reminded, "Our little uncle is not very good-tempered. ”

Another little girl stepped forward and said with a smile: "That's okay, who told him to be good-looking?" ”

The man changed the golden axe to his shoulders and carried it, glanced at the little girls who were talking enthusiastically, and ruthlessly shattered their illusions: "Don't be delusional if you look good, people are already famous." ”

The female disciple who spoke first was stunned when she heard this: "Who? ”

"Hmm...... It's a fairy. ”

"Fairy?" Someone gathered around again, full of curiosity, "Is it beautiful?" ”

In the distance, the mountains are undulating, and the breeze blows, blowing through a forest of green waves.

The man looked into the distance and smiled, smiling and smiling, his eyes were a little stunned: "Yes, it looks beautiful." ”

"She's the most beautiful girl in the world."

......

In the main hall, Meng Ying was discussing with everyone about the sect conference next month.

Shaoyang Zhenren's body has become weaker and weaker since he hit the ruins of the Golden Gate. Over the years, he forcibly used Yuan Li to maintain the flow of spiritual veins on Gufeng Mountain, and then healed Gu Baiying's injuries and burned Shou Yuanbu to ask the immortal hexagrams, one by one, all of which were laborious and life-consuming. At the beginning, the people in the sect said that he would retreat at every turn, but in fact, he was nourishing the already damaged spiritual root.

With his current cultivation, in this life, I am afraid that he will not have a chance to ascend.

However, he probably didn't want to soar either.

Fortunately, over the years, Meng Ying has been cultivated as the future head of the Taiyan faction, and she has long been able to take charge on her own. Now that Shaoyang Zhenren gradually retreated behind him, Meng Ying naturally stepped forward. Negotiations with the major sects, the continuation and development of the Taiyan faction in the future are all in the hands of Meng Ying.

After the flood, the major sects were damaged a lot.

Among them, the most deviant should be Chihuamen.

At the beginning, the spiritual veins of the various factions in the capital were depleted, and the Chihuamen was the most seriously depleted. Because of this, the disciples after the Lingxin Dao people are not as good as the next generation, and among the youngest generation, they don't even pick a few who can see it squarely. If it continues like this, it will only be a matter of time before it declines.

The style of the sect in their sect was also not right, and when the flood came, many young disciples even left the sect and fled for their lives alone.

Now that the aura of the capital has recovered, the spirit of Chihuamen has been dispersed, and even if there are spiritual people in charge, it is not easy to rise. It's a pity that Kongtan Laojun was willing to give up the way to ascension for Duzhou, stopped in front of Dengxiantai, and saved countless lives in Duzhou, but he couldn't save the fate of the sect's decline.

In comparison, the Yinfeng Sect is much better than them.

After the aura was restored, there were more spirit stones mined in the veins of the Yinfeng Sect. However, after the previous incident, Fu Ronghua ordered the sect not to be extravagant and wasteful, and advocated a frugal style. It is also a wide range of spirit stones in the city to help the victims, and for a while, the reputation of the Yinfeng Sect among the people of the capital has risen like a spirit boat. Especially the disciples of the Yinfeng Sect, the people praised them for their good money and deserving of their wealth.

After all, the major sects are now starting to compete again, and they can't tell the winner for the time being, so it's not bad to get a good reputation first.

The Xiangling Sect is still the same as before, Rong Shuang is used to being strict with his disciples, and after this incident, the disciples in the sect have become more and more diligent in their cultivation. and the Taiyan faction also moved more diligently, and those things that were originally in the middle of life and death suddenly became insignificant trivial matters. The heads of the two factions had a clear breeze and bright moon in their hearts, but the chatter of the disciples in the sect became more and more excessive, and they all speculated that Shaoyang Zhenren and the head of Rongshuang were going to renew the front edge and reunite after breaking the mirror.

This is of course impossible.

After all, after the previous incident, what kind of love and love, divided and combined, is not worth mentioning in front of the avenue of common life. The young new disciples still have a lot of thoughts, but the old disciples know that it is more important to cultivate diligently for the sake of the future.

However, there are one or two that stand out from the rest.

Mu Jiexiao slipped in from the back door of the main hall with a basket of cakes, and now Meng Ying is no different from the head of the Taiyan faction, and she is very busy with daily affairs, and Mu Jiexiao sometimes can't see her for several days.

Meng Ying, who was reading the paperwork at the table, was slightly stunned when she saw him come in: "Brother pastor? ”

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.