"Uncle Wan, who can withstand such a test for those who are aspiring to the Tao?"

Zhang Qiudao couldn't deny that his heart was pounding, he looked at the heroic and upright Wan Zheyan with a smile and a smile, and said reluctantly:

"But if I agree, wouldn't I be such a mercenary villain, I'm afraid that I will disappoint Wan Dao Chang and Uncle Wan."

Before, he refused, but because he heard the sermon on the mountain, he agreed.

Zhang Qiudao's ears still echoed with what Wanshan City had said that he didn't like to deal with selfish people the most.

Zhang Qiudao never thought of himself as a smart person.

But he's not stupid.

If he agreed to Wan Zheyan, he would have lost the watermelon and picked up the sesame seeds.

But if he continues to refuse, it will be a toast and a punishment for not eating and drinking, offending Wan Zheyan and Wanshan City, who helped him twice in a row.

Therefore, Zhang Qiudao can only point out his difficulties tactfully.

Hearing this, Wan Zheyan was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that he was too eager and lost his bearings.

On the contrary, he was taught a lesson by the kid in front of him.

Wan Zheyan didn't take the shelf, and took the fault directly on himself, saying:

"Maybe I was negligent and put you in a dilemma."

"But beautiful women are rare, and my niece moved the world with her poetry at the age of seven."

"Now the girl has just grown up, and her scorching demeanor is rare in the world."

"Regardless of the children of the family, the nobles of the country, the suitors do not know how many ordinary,"

"If it weren't for the big grandfather's blue eyes on you, I wouldn't have such thoughts."

"Now that the words have come to fruition, if I take it back, it will be an insult to my lintel."

Speaking of which.

Can Zhang Qiudao refuse?

Zhang Qiudao said calmly:

"The younger generation is from a cloth cloth, but I am afraid that I am not worthy of a Wanjiaqi woman, how can I be a person who does not know what to do?"

"The younger generation is afraid that he will not do well enough, focus too much on cultivation, and snub the beauty."

"If the beauty is regretted, the younger generation will be ashamed of their hearts, worthy of her, worthy of Wan Daochang, and the favor of Uncle Wan."

Wan Zheyan's face eased a little, and he could see that Zhang Qiudao's heart was firm, and he had no distractions, and he didn't want to be involved too much.

It's not that I look down on him.

"It doesn't matter, there are so many people in the world who are determined to enter the Tao with martial arts, even if they are immortal cultivators, they have also gone through the red dust to refine their hearts and spread their branches."

"As long as you treat her sincerely, it is better than the sweet words under the moon before the flowers, and the inaction with a full belly of straw bags."

"If you don't have an opinion, I'll make a three-year marriage contract for you!"

"You have been cultivating hard for the past three years, you have achieved something in three years, and if you have not achieved anything, you will go to the world once, how about it?"

As he spoke, Wan Zheyan looked at Zhang Qiudao and felt that what he had done was enough.

If this kid is really interested, there will be no reason to refuse.

If it weren't for the future path of his grandfather, Wan Zheyan would not be able to give up this face no matter what, and force his niece to marry.

Really.

Zhang Qiudao only said: "The parents are still here, and the younger generation does not dare to make decisions on their own, so please ask Uncle Wan to take one more trip." ”

Zhang Qiudao thought of the matter of demon cultivation, and wanted to hide the matter of his parents.

But in the past ten years, he has already left many traces in this world, and once the identity of the demon cultivator is exposed, his parents can't hide it.

also dispelled this thought, and became more determined to hide his own qi cultivation and immortality.

Wan Zheyan breathed a sigh of relief, and this was done.

Wan Zheyan then asked Zhang Qiudao's hometown address, home situation, etc., and talked for more than two hours before he left.

Seeing Wan Zheyan leave, Zhang Qiudao only felt sweaty.

He let out a long breath.

The difficulty of seeking immortality is not only practice, but also the disturbances of the outside world that involve mental strength.

Now.

Zhang Qiudao does not know thousands of miles away, ten thousand ancestral lands, ten thousand villages.

More than a dozen carriages were piled up, like a long dragon winding.

Relatives gathered at the entrance of the village and said goodbye.

"In the blink of an eye, Miao Jin is already fifteen years old, I heard that I went to Qinglian City this time, could it be that I was looking for someone?"

"Where, where, it's all a no-shadow thing, it's just that I have nothing to do, thinking about going to Qinglian City to live for a while."

"You and my sister-in-law don't hide it, what else can you do when you go to Qinglian City, which son ......?"

"Ahem......!!!"

In the middle of the car, the small talk was interrupted by the sound of a crisp cough.

Wan Miaojin sat in the car depressed, writing down her messy thoughts one by one.

"When I heard the winter news last night, I was shocked to find the autumn cold.

I don't know how to sleep, and I regret the year.

The father's precepts are still in my ears, and my mother's voice is reciting them.

and the silk of the silk, especially the knee foreplay.

He was originally a mortal guest, born in front of the court.

Yan Hong and Spring together, waiting for the king's reward.

Without the Tao of Immortality, how can you live with a free heart?

The falling flowers rise by the wind, and they are not up to anyone. ”

The jade finger is a flower, and the pen falls.

The girl was wrapped in a light blue satin robe, and she was cold last night, coughing slightly, and writing her heart full of sorrow on the paper.

"Alas......"

A few days ago, a fast horse came from the Qinglian Sect, and after a day, his parents said that they were going to Qinglian City.

The girl already knew why.

Over the years, as she gets older, she still sees too many sisters getting married, mostly family marriages.

And Qinglian City is the place where the families of immortal cultivators from all walks of life settle down, and they mostly interact with each other in Qinglian City.

If any family goes to Qinglian City, it has also become the meaning that Wanjia Village understands.

The wheels are rolling.

Out of this isolated, secluded village.

Three days later.

Zhang Qiudao came to the outer gate of the Qinglian Sect.

At this time, he is no longer a nameless and surnameless, an outsider living under the mountain of Qinglian Sect.

got Wan Zheyan's notice one day in advance.

He already knew that he had been granted the status of the guest of the outer gate of the Qinglian Sect, and he had the right to walk freely in the outer gate.

This is something that Su Annian has never had.

Zhang Qiudao also learned from the wind and thunder double swords how much bloody wind and rain had happened on the rivers and lakes.

The Hidden Sword Tower was almost half-beaten.

There were only four of the Seven Great Martial Arts Masters left, and nearly half of the first-class and second-rate masters had been lost.

The Wind and Thunder Twin Swords came here to ask Zhang Qiudao to give him a spirit pill to treat the seriously injured and dying disciples.

Zhang Qiudao was not stingy, and gave all the sixteen Yunling Pills to the two of them.

Zhang Qiudao is not a hypocritical person.

After discovering that no matter whether he was willing to accept it or not, he was already in the same breath as the Tibetan Sword Building, one was prosperous and the other was lost.

accepted the identity of the owner of the Tibetan Sword Building.

And so it turned out.

Now.

The identity he is about to get is what Zangjian Lou killed with his own life.

The sixteen Yunling Pills given before seemed insignificant in the face of this reward.

Zhang Qiudao doesn't think it's a pie-in-the-sky thing.

In order to protect its own interests, the Tibetan Sword Building lost most of it in a short period of time, which shows how huge the price is.

The present of the Tibetan Sword Tower may be the future of Zhang Qiudao.

Thereupon.

Under Zhang Qiudao's complicated mood of both joy and discomfort, he came to the outer gate of the Qinglian Sect.

It's still quiet in the mountains.

There were no imaginary immortal cultivators gathering to watch the ceremony.

The process of obtaining his identity was also extremely simple, he walked into the main hall of the outer gate, and waited for a long time in Wanshan City.

"Here, and kneeling in front of the ancestors of the Qinglian Sect, it can be regarded as officially entering my Qinglian Sect."

Hearing this, Zhang Qiudao looked at the empty main hall, and under the auspices of Wanshan City, he saluted a golden statue.

There is no solemn vocal music, the process is so simple, when Zhang Qiudao holds a token in both hands, he is still in a trance.

And that's the end of it?

"This token is a mountain gate magic weapon, which can prevent you from triggering some magic circles in the mountain, and I will let Zheyan take you around later, and let him tell you where you can go and which places you can't."

Wan Shancheng looked at Zhang Qiudao, who was still dressed plainly, and couldn't help frowning slightly, and said:

"The next time the people from the Sword Hiding Tower come to you again, you can ask them to bring you some decent clothes!"

"It doesn't need to be flamboyant, it's just plain and decent, it's not out of place."