Qingniu Town, a calm little mountain village.

A boy of twelve or thirteen was tiptoeing into the house.

He has such a sneaky appearance, if people who don't know see him, they will definitely treat him as a thief who picks the lock.

But in fact, he was in his own room at the moment.

The young man's name is Du Xingyu, his appearance is delicate, his face is childish, and he is quietly approaching a man in black who is lying on the bed.

"What?" The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the boy.

The man is Mo Hansheng.

On that day, he fled from the inn in a hurry, and found no place to be populated along the way.

In desperation, he could only follow Shi Shan's instructions and find an unknown herb and grind it into juice to smear the wound.

Now it seems that there is clearly something wrong with this method, and the injury is gradually worsening instead of getting better.

Mo Hansheng was in a coma on the mountain road on the way to seek medical treatment, and happened to be found by a female doctor who went up the mountain to collect medicine.

The female doctor's name is Du Wanqiu, and she is the young man's sister.

Du Wanqiu briefly treated Mo Hansheng's injuries, and then invited a strong man from the village to carry him home for medical treatment.

Because Mo Hansheng had been unconscious, Du Xingyu gave up his bed, and he made a bunk on a bench in the room and fell asleep.

Three days ago, Mo Hansheng woke up from a coma and stayed in Du's house for a few more days because his injuries had not yet healed.

Du Xingyu sneaked a glance at the door through the crack in the door, and whispered: "Brother Mo, come with me, there is a good thing." ”

"A good thing?" Mo Hansheng couldn't help but wonder when he saw his mysterious look.

"Be careful, don't let my sister see it."

In this way, the two of them quietly went out without Du Wanqiu, and walked until they reached the entrance of the village, and Mo Hansheng asked, "What is the good thing?" ”

"There are two immortal masters from the mountain who are opening the altar to collect apprentices, and the location is in the osmanthus village next door, let's hurry up and take a look." Du Xingyu looked excited.

"Is that so?" Mo Hansheng was a little abrupt, after this period of time together, this young man would often reveal his enthusiasm for cultivating immortals.

On the way to Osmanthus Village, there was a sudden commotion in Mo Hansheng's arms.

A yellow-skinned rat poked its fat head out of it, yawned, and then deftly climbed onto his shoulder.

Du Xingyu heard the movement and turned around: "Brother Mo, this mouse you raised seems to be fat again?" ”

Mo Hansheng nodded, and he also clearly felt that the stone mountain on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier.

Ishiyama rolled his eyes.

Du Xingyu hugged the back of his neck with both hands, walked backwards, and said as he walked: "It's strange to say, Brother Mo, why do you want to raise a mouse?" ”

Mo Hansheng asked rhetorically, "Is this strange?" ”

"It's generally dogs, cows, chickens or something, who would be idle and have nothing to do to raise a useless, especially edible, only everywhere rat. Cleaning up rat droppings every day makes it half tired and half dead, isn't this self-inflicted? Du Xiaolu smiled, raised his hand above his head and tossed the stone mountain that was waving his teeth and claws towards him.

"Not necessarily, maybe in a few years, there will be a lot of people who are really idle and have nothing to do, to raise something that is useless, but especially edible, and will only everywhere."

"No way, how can anyone be so stupid."

Mo Hansheng smiled, no longer arguing with him, glanced at the side of the road casually, pointed to a grass with slender green leaves, and asked, "I heard that this kind of grass is ground into juice and applied to the wound, which has a miraculous effect on stopping bleeding and healing wounds?" ”

"Who said the bastard? This is just an ordinary weed, which has no medicinal value at all, and applying it to the wound will only make the wound fester. Du Xingyu looked at his fingers, frowned and said angrily, "Brother Mo, you must have been deceived by that person, aren't you cheating people when you say such things?" Brother Mo, the next time you meet that person, you must teach him a good lesson, lest he continue to harm others. ”

"Okay." Mo Hansheng was fascinated and chuckled.

Shi Shan suddenly felt that something was wrong, and before he had time to dodge, Mo Hansheng had already rewarded him with a crisp brain collapse.

"Where is the Immortal Master?"

"I heard that it's at the village chief's house in Osmanthus Village."

The two chatted a few words along the way, and soon walked to Osmanthus Village.

The old village chief's house looks much richer and more magnificent than the average villager's house.

In the courtyard in front of the door, a large round table half a foot high was erected, and two square tables were put together to form a long table.

A white cloth was spread on the table, and two young Taoist priests in dark Taoist robes sat in the back.

On the left side of the long table stands a one-foot high white flag, which cannot be said to be ugly, but can only be said to be written with the two big characters "sunset" without any aesthetic feeling.

The audience was full of villagers and some parents who came with their children and had the mentality of giving it a try.

Seeing this, Du Xingyu rushed forward, but was stopped by an old man who was as thin as a bamboo pole and had a very treacherous face, and then the two seemed to start arguing.

"It's ...... The Sunset Sect is accepting disciples at the opening altar? How does it look like a fortune teller who sets up a stall, is this how the Immortal Cultivation Sect accepts apprentices? Mo Hansheng hid under a shady tree and talked to Shi Shan in a whisper.

"How is that possible?" There was a bit of exaggeration and surprise in Shi Shan's voice.

Thankfully, they were far enough away that no one noticed the conversation between one person and one rat.

Mo Hansheng looked at the stage and secretly looked at these two immortal masters from Sunset Mountain.

One person is tall and thin, and there are not a few taels of flesh on his body, but a pair of lips are unexpectedly fat, which looks very inconsistent.

The other was an older fat man, with small eyes and squinted eyes, and his round cheeks were covered with black-brown pockmarks, but his skin was very fair, which made the pockmarks stand out.

Mo Hansheng thought about it and felt that it was unlikely, and asked, "In this way, these two people are just here to deceive, and they are not monks at all?" ”

"Not necessarily."

Shi Shan was a little puzzled and said: "Although the cultivation of these two people is low, they can barely squeeze into the gate of the cultivation realm, and it is difficult to say whether they are monks of the Sunset Sect or not." ”

"If these two are really from the Sunset Sect, I'm afraid that this Sunset Sect is just a sect that doesn't enter the stream, right?"

"It should ...... No, although the Sunset Sect is not a top-level sect in Zhongzhou, it can be regarded as having a certain status, and it is not a pheasant sect, so it will not be so shabby. ”

"Zhongzhou?"

"The Tianyuan Continent and Kyushu stand side by side: Yun, Cang, You, Yi, Zhong, Lan, Lei, Yan, Qing, we are located in the center of Kyushu, and there are intersections with other states, and Zhongzhou is the most mixed."

"Since the Sunset Sect has a lot of origins, what's going on with these two people on the stage?"

"How do I know that this real person is not from Zhongzhou."

This time, Mo Hansheng was really a little surprised: "You are not from Zhongzhou?" ”

Shi Shan rolled his eyes and said: "When did I say that I was from Zhongzhou, the real person was chased and killed all the way to Zhongzhou, and I have only seen some rough records in the classics about Sunset Mountain." ”

Mo Hansheng turned his head to glance at Du Xiaolu, only to see that he was arguing with the old man, and then he took something out of his body and stuffed it into the old man rather unhappily.

Mo Hansheng rubbed his chin with his palm and said, "Could it be that the Sunset Sect thinks that these rural places can't recruit any talented disciples, so they casually found two disciples with low cultivation to go through the motions." ”

"Hmm......" Shi Shan pondered for a while, and analyzed: "It is also possible that the Sunset Sect has not been operating well over the years, and the strength of the sect has plummeted, after all, the classic book I have read is already an old antique from decades ago." ”

"Sunset Sect, as the name suggests, has become the sunset of the West Mountain, do we still want to go?"

Shi Shan sighed and said, "Let's try our luck, if it really doesn't work, just find a way to sneak away." A dilapidated sect must not have any too powerful monks. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to find a mountain gate of the Sunset Sect. In the past, the real person Edgeworth flying, a cup of tea is thousands of miles, why do you need to work so hard. ”