Looking at Song Yizhi, who had a sweet mouth and could speak, the Immortal League disciple smiled, and after a brief chat, he handed Song Yizhi a booklet of the rules of the Immortal League.

Song Yizhi flipped through it and handed the booklet to Rong Yueyuan.

Rong Yueyuan took it and looked at it seriously.

After reading it, Rong Yueyuan wanted to speak and stopped.

Looking at the man who wanted to say something but was a little speechless, Song Yizhi raised his hand and patted his arm.

Rong Yueyuan exhaled slowly, and said to Song Yizhi, "It's the first time I've seen this... Door rules full of loopholes. ”

After reading the family rules of the Rong family and the rules of the Changqiu Sect, the so-called door rules of the Immortal League are like children playing at home.

It's not a good evaluation, it's really not a good evaluation.

Looking at the man who was still deliberately euphemistic, Song Yizhi's eyes burst into a smile.

Rong Yueyuan saw the ridicule in his wife's eyes, and silently reached out and pinched her face.

Song Yizhi, who was pinched again, puffed out his cheeks to express his dissatisfaction.

Waiting for the end of the test, the couple slowly passed through the whispered conversation.

After the test was over, the Jindan cultivator of the Immortal League returned to the Immortal League with the new disciples who had passed the test.

As soon as they stepped into the Immortal League, the rich spiritual power that came to their faces made everyone feel as if they were in a fairyland on earth.

Looking at the new disciples with a look of intoxication and longing, the Jindan monk showed a very satisfied smile.

Song Yizhi felt something unusual from this rich spiritual power.

The veins here are weeping.

After joining the Immortal League, there were other Immortal League disciples to take over these new disciples who had just started, "You new disciples all come with me." ”

The scattered cultivators who had never seen much of the world honestly followed the disciples of the Immortal League and left.

On the way, the disciple of the Immortal League has been preaching, and most of the content of the lecture is that you must not violate the door rules, and you must be loyal to the Immortal League if you join the Immortal League.

The same lecture as brainwashing ended at the door of the cafeteria.

The smell of food wafting from the cafeteria made the cultivators, who hadn't eaten much all day, suddenly feel hungry.

"Since you don't have Bigu, the Immortal Alliance has specially prepared a canteen, you have half an hour to eat, and I will take you to the residence after eating." The Immortal Alliance disciple said.

As soon as the words fell, the hungry cultivators went into the cafeteria.

Walking into the cafeteria, a large pot of vegetables was arranged, looking like they were waiting for these new disciples to eat.

Song Yizhi pulled Rong Yueyuan over to line up for food, and then found a secluded table to sit down.

When others didn't notice it, Song Yizhi decisively came to steal the day.

Whether there are condiments for the meals in the Xianmeng is another matter, just these ingredients... She wouldn't dare eat it anyway.

Looking at the familiar meal on the table, Rong Yueyuan glanced at Song Yizhi, and then made a cover-up.

"I did it myself." Song Yizhi Chuanyin and Rong Yueyuan said, "You can eat with confidence!" ”

She has a lot of finished dishes in her storage bracelet!

Because the time in the storage bracelet is static, what the finished dish looks like when it goes in and what it looks like when it comes out.

Rong Yueyuan picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.

The overly sour and sweet taste instantly opened up his appetite, and Rong Yueyuan picked up the rice bowl and took a bite of rice.

The couple had eaten and then walked out of the cafeteria in the crowd.

When everyone arrived, the Immortal Alliance disciple led them to their residence.

When they arrived at the entrance of the residence, the Immortal Alliance disciple asked the new disciples to divide into two teams according to their gender.

After Song Yizhi gave Rong Yueyuan a look that was not worried, he went over and stood in a pile of girls.

After a while, a beautiful woman came out.

She glanced at it and walked away with the female disciples, turning a corner, and an arched door came into view.

When she came to the courtyard, the woman looked at these new disciples with a slight disgust in her eyes.

"That's your room over there, this is the disciple uniform of the Immortal League, hurry up and wash yourself." The woman's slightly coercive voice rang out.

A group of girls responded, took the disciple's clothes, and turned back to the house to clean up.

Song Yizhi was a little disgusted with the disciple clothes of the Immortal League, so she directly pinched an illusion to make others mistakenly think that she was wearing it.

When the woman urged impatiently, a group of timid girls came out.

The woman glanced at it and randomly picked a few new disciples who were quite good-looking to take away.

The new disciples who were not selected were driven back to the house to rest by a female disciple who resembled a steward.

In the middle of the night, it was quiet all around, Song Yizhi, who was lying in the quilt, opened her eyes, and her figure appeared outside in a flash.

Looking at the female disciple sitting in the courtyard napping, Song Yizhi jumped on the roof lightly and silently, and then quickly shuttled through the night.

Through Lingyan's perspective, Song Yizhi can probably know where Lingyan lives.

She passed quietly.

Before he got there, Song Yizhi heard the sound of silk and bamboo.

With curiosity, Song swept across the night sky with a lithe figure like a butterfly, and then landed on the glazed roof of the tiles.

Adhering to the virtue of being a gentleman on the beam, Song Yizhi removed a tile decently, and then looked down.

In the next second, Song Yizhi was shocked.

What kind of fairy days is Lingyan living?!

It was not the dancing girls who danced with the sound of silk and bamboo, but a group of men, a group of young and handsome men, and the ornaments hanging on their bodies made a tinkling sound as they danced and collided.

Ling Yan, who was leaning on the main seat, was surrounded by several men, some of whom were beating her shoulders and rubbing her legs, and some were serving her to drink......

Song Yizhi glanced at the drunken and gold-obsessed Lingyan, and then left quietly.

The more drunk Lingyan is, the better it is for herself.

In less than an hour, Song Yizhi traveled all over the Xianmeng, and she kept the general map of the Xianmeng in mind.

Back at the residence, looking at the girls who were sleeping deeply, Song Yizhi got into the quilt and fell into deep thought.

It can be seen that the fate of the girls who were taken away today will not be very good.

Do you want to help these girls?

Song Yizhi thought about it, and finally decided to remind him a little vaguely early tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning.

Song Yizhi pinched and nodded.

Looking at the girls who had already gotten up, Song Yizhi rubbed his eyes and said, "Good morning." ”

A few girls said hello to her in a friendly way.

Song Yizhi seemed to mention it casually, "Hey, are the girls who were taken away last night back?" ”

"I don't know." A well-groomed girl spoke.

Another girl said, "As soon as I joined the Immortal League, I was selected away, I must have gone to a good life, I am really envious." ”

"I don't know when this kind of good thing will come to me."

Looking at the envy and yearning in the eyes of several other girls, Song Yizhi swallowed back the words that came to his lips silently.

No, they don't want to think about why that girl was taken away? What will happen to them when they are taken away?

Perhaps, in their eyes, they can only see a false step to the sky, but they can't see the danger around them.

Such people, even if they wear out their mouths, they can't listen to them, and even feel that they are hindering them.

It's better to respect the fate of others.

(End of chapter)