The sound of "clanging" rang out, and a long line made its way through the fog. Stainless steel chains connect the beasts of pack, and when the chains collide, there is a 'clanging' sound.

Zhang Cundao sat on a pack beast, which looked like a mule, but was much larger than a mule. It had a wide back, and in addition to Zhang Cundao, there were three people and some supplies with him.

At this time, a person next to him suddenly said to him: "Brother Zhang, there is a good realgar wine here, why don't you drink some with us?" ”

The monk who spoke was called Dong Qi, and he was a small steward of the caravan. He held a glass of dim wine in his hand, and was smiling at Zhang Cundao slightly.

Zhang Cundao nodded and said, "It just so happens that I'm also thirsty." With that, he took the glass and drank it down. The peculiar pungency of realgar wine passed through his throat and made him feel a little unaccustomed.

Most of the fine wines are mellow, but this realgar wine is not, this thing has a large amount of realgar, and mortals will be poisoned after taking it. Monks can take it, and the people of the Huangquan Sect especially like to drink realgar wine.

Watching Zhang Cundao drink the wine, the smile on Dong Qi's face became even more kind. He said: "Brother Zhang is young, he is already a Ninefold Cultivator of the Body Protector, if he is selected by the sect this time, the promotion to the Divine Light is just around the corner." ”

Zhang Cundao nodded when he heard this, and said, "If you are selected by the sect, it will be as you said." However, if you are not selected by the sect, then everything will be over. ”

Dong Qi smiled and said, "Brother Zhang is too modest, this Huangquan Sect doesn't like this. However, with Brother Zhang's skills, the problem of entering the sect should not be big. ”

As the two of them were talking, suddenly the pack beasts were alarmed, and the chains that bound them began to shake violently, and the clanging sound became chaotic at once.

In the next second, a large number of fog demons rushed out of the mist and killed the caravan.

When Zhang Cundao saw this scene, he immediately had butterfly wings on his back and flew up violently. After he flew up, with a wave of his hand, countless silk threads shot out of his hand, hitting the surrounding fog demons.

The silk thread in his hand is the silk thread spit out during the larval period of the jade butterfly. The thread is as thin as a human hair and as strong as steel. Not afraid of swords and axes, not afraid of flames, wielding them is like a sharp blade, full of power.

The jade silkworm jade butterflies sent by the sect have all been hatched with help, and the jade butterfly larvae that have just hatched are like sesame seeds, black and small. However, after raising it for a few days, I ate a little empty mulberry leaves, and now it has become a termite, although it is still very small, but it has turned white. Over time, these small silkworms will turn turquoise and become veritable silkworms.

Today, these small silkworms are placed in the insect basket around Zhang Cundao's waist, and they eat every day in addition to eating.

Nowadays, the number of silk threads spit out by the small silkworm is not much, and the quality has not reached the best time. But it was enough for Zhang Cundao, a 'Ninefold Body Protector' monk, to use it.

He grabbed the silk thread and waved, and the butterfly wings behind him flapped, ruthlessly cutting off the fog demons one by one.

And Dong Qi, who was standing on the back of the pack beast, was letting the beast slave control the pack beast while watching Zhang Cundao show his might. There was a gleam in his eyes, and the strength of this monk who was on the bus as a guard on the way should not be underestimated.

Although Dong Qi's cultivation is very low, he is very accurate in seeing people. Today's Zhang Cundao looks dilapidated, and he can't even take out the empty mulberry leaves that raise his silkworms, but his potential is extremely strong, if he befriends him well at this time, he will definitely help in the future.

Now in the Huangquan Sect, the insect path is gaining momentum. This monk Zhang is also a person of the Insect Dao, if he enters the Huangquan Sect, he will definitely enter the Yellow Springs Insect Dao lineage. In the future, if his cultivation is improved and his status improves, then he will pick up a big leak.

Dong Qi is well versed in the way of breeding goods, and he understands a truth, investing in any industry, not investing a talent to make money. And Brother Zhang in front of him is a talent worthy of his investment.

The fog demon's attack came quickly, and so did the retreat. In less than half an hour, all the fog demons retreated into the mist, and the caravan had nothing to lose. Everyone continued on their way.

Zhang Cundao landed on the back of the pack beast, and Dong Qi, who had made up his mind, came up and whispered to Zhang Cundao: "Brother Zhang, do you want to join the Huangquan Insect Dao?" ”

Zhang Cundao nodded, and then asked, "What does Steward Dong mean by this?" Does Dong have a way? ”

Dong Qi shook his head and said, "Where do I have any way, I am just a small steward of the caravan." However, I know that the disciple of the Huangquan Sect who is in charge of recruiting people this time is called Lang Muqing, this Lang monk is a monk of the Huangquan Ghost Dao, and he likes the fair girl ghost the most, if he can have a good relationship with him, then it will not be a problem to get started. ”

When Zhang Cundao heard this, he understood what the person in front of him meant. He arched his hand at Dong Qi and said, "Steward Dong said this, there must be a way, and I asked Steward Dong to teach me." ”

Dong Qi nodded with a smile and said, "I got a treasure by chance, it is a group fan, and there is a female ghost living in this fan. If you give this treasure to that Brother Lang, plus Brother Zhang's own ability, I think the matter of getting started is basically certain. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Cundao naturally knew that this person had other plans, and he said lightly: "Then how can I make Steward Dong cut his love?" ”

Steward Dong smiled: "I don't have any other requirements, just to make a good fate." ”

Zhang Cundao glanced at him deeply, this kind of person who doesn't ask for a price on the spot is actually the most troublesome, because he may want more in the future. Now asking for the price, Zhang Cundao is now 'poor and white', so naturally he can't scrape any oil and water.

But if Zhang Cundao's strength rises and his status rises in the future, then the things that can be exchanged for this 'good fate' are not small.

Zhang Cundao pondered for a moment, and now he was playing the role of a down-and-out monk. Except for the good talent, the companion exercises have been cultivated to the ninth level of body protection, and the others are useless. The people of the Nine Colored Xia Sect believed that with this 'talent', it should not be difficult to enter the Huangquan Sect.

But who are the people of the Nine Colored Xia Sect, and who are the people of the Huangquan Sect. The people of the Nine Colors Xia Sect are more decent and do things fairly.

However, Zhang Cundao, a person from the Huangquan Sect, has seen it, selfishness is their nature, and it is their criterion to be unprofitable. Even if there is talent, there are more talented people in this world, do they all have to enter the Huangquan Sect?

If you really want to enter the Huangquan Sect safely, you still have to give gifts and go through the back door.

Zhang Cundao nodded and said, "Since Manager Dong thinks so highly of me, then I will accept your favor." ”

Hearing Zhang Cundao say this, Dong Qi also smiled and said, "I'll get you a treasure." ”

Dong Qi is actually gambling, betting that Zhang Cundao is a man of his word. If Zhang Cundao took his treasure and turned his face and didn't recognize people, then he had no way at all.

This is the risk of investment, there is no guaranteed profit and loss business in this world, and there will be moths in reinsurance things. But Dong Qi still believes in his own vision and believes that he is not looking at the wrong person.

After a while, he took a wooden box, opened it, and there was a fan inside. There was a woman who looked like a palace maid embroidered on the fan, and when Zhang Cundao looked at her for the first time, she also glanced at Zhang Cundao, and then hurriedly lowered her head and didn't dare to move.

This timid look, like an epiphany hanging low under the moon, is a little cute.

This treasure saw Zhang Cundao's eyes light up, and he immediately said: "It's really a good thing, and if you think that Lang monk will like it." ”

Monk Lang is a person from the ghost path of Huangquan, and since he likes female ghosts, he is naturally attracted by this female ghost. This gift, which is a good one, will definitely make things smooth sailing.

got a gift from Dong Qi, and in the following time, the relationship between the two became much closer. Dong Qi is the little steward of this caravan, but he is a man with great ambitions.

After traveling for an unknown number of days, the caravan came to the 'Mikawagawa Blessed Land', and after trading a large number of corpses and slaves, the caravan set off again and headed for the town of Wangchuan.

Finally, after walking for an unknown number of days, the caravan finally entered the town of Wangchuan. The people of the caravan began to trade. And Zhang Cundao followed the crowd and came to Huangquan Sect.

After entering the Huangquan Sect, the sun in the sky turned into a crimson sun. Seeing this Huangquan blood day after a long absence, Zhang Cundao even had a sense of nostalgia.

These days are the days when the mountain gate of the Huangquan Sect is opened and many disciples are accepted. The Huangquan Sect has a large turnover of personnel, so it recruits disciples more frequently, and many monks who have dreams and vain attempts to achieve the Great Dao will come to join the Huangquan Sect.

After entering the mountain gate, the disciples gathered in the open space of the mountain gate, and everyone was silent, waiting for the arrival of the recruited disciples.

After a while, a monk with a fat body and short hands and feet rode a black boar to him.

When the man arrived, he stood on the back of a wide boar and looked at everyone level.

"I am the disciple in charge of recruiting new students this time, you can call me Brother Lang. Although the Huangquan Sect has no class, it is not recruited by everyone. Don't have mediocre qualifications, don't have a weak mentality, and don't want those who don't have eyes. You get the idea. ”

Most of the people who come here know this, and everyone is silent. Then the monk sat down on the boar and said with a big grin, "All right, come to me and sign up." ”

As soon as his words fell, a man in yellow walked up, said something beside Brother Lang, and then took out something and shoved it into his hand.

The style of the Huangquan Sect is like this, and the bribery and bribery are naked.

Brother Lang took the things handed over and looked at them, and immediately scolded: "You are a down-and-out family, what kind of bullshit are you sending? Am I the one who lacks such a piece of gray fake jade as you? Get out of here! ”

His words fell, and then with a wave of his short hand, the man in yellow flew upside down and begged, fell more than a dozen feet away, and struggled for a long time before getting up.

When others saw this scene, they were also in their hearts. If this gift is not good, will it also be beaten?

The faces of several monks changed, pinched the things in their arms, and then secretly withdrew from the crowd and went back to Wangchuan Town.

The one who remained was silent, and the next man walked up, took a box from his bosom and handed it over.

Brother Lang was still a little angry at this time, he snorted coldly, took the box and opened it to take a look, and then he sighed lightly, reached out and clicked on the box.

I saw a little red powder on his fat fingers, then he sniffed it, licked it again, and then smiled: "Yes, yes, it's the best cochineal bone powder, just right for my good guys." ”

After he said this, he put the box away, and his face was much better for the man. He took out a token and said, "You are very close to this sect, so you can go to apprenticeship with this token." ”

In the Huangquan Sect, disciples can apprentice or not. But disciples who don't apprentice have almost no backstage, and they will be bullied very badly. And the disciples who apprentice to the master, with the help of the master and the help of the same sect, will be much better.

This apprentice is also exquisite, and most of them are also gifts and relationships, and they talk about favors. If there is no master who wants you, it will be really miserable.

Huangquan Sect is a cruel society, there is no warmth here, and there is no help from each other. They are all interests and human relations. Those who can't stand this kind of atmosphere will see it as hell. And those who can endure such an atmosphere, even like a fish in water, regard it as heaven.

An individual stepped forward, some were rejected, some were accepted. In a short time, the obsessive monk received a large number of gifts, and his face was so smiling that the fat was piled up, and his facial features were buried.

When there were not many people, Zhang Cundao stepped forward and handed the box over. When he got closer, Zhang Cundao smelled the strong aroma of fat powder on this person's body, and the intensity of this aroma even made him a little uncomfortable.

The monk opened the box and saw the fan inside. He was slightly stunned, and then his face was overjoyed. With a gesture of his hand, the fan flew into his hand, and then he couldn't put it down.

"This is the eighteen hairpins of the ghost ancestor Yongzhenren, I heard that he collected eighteen outstanding women of heaven and country, used secret methods to refine them into fans of ghosts, and then sealed them into the eighteen fans he made. With a gentle shake, the ghost can be released. ”

As he spoke, he gently shook the fan, and a black smoke was slowly fanned out, and soon turned into a woman with skin like cream, a face like peach cheeks, not rich or frugal, not vulgar or flattering.

She suddenly appeared, and when she saw so many people, she was so frightened that she took a step back, covering half of her face with the fan in her hand, looking as timid as a rabbit.

This kind of style seems to be a bit of a in a. But in the eyes of Brother Lang, it was a blow to his heart, liver, and flesh.

"My darling! Don't be afraid, come to me, my brother loves you. As he spoke, he grabbed the woman, and with an 'ah' sound, she fell into Brother Lang's arms.

Monk Lang's nephrite embraced it, and he immediately laughed.

And when Zhang Cundao saw this scene, he secretly frowned in his heart. This Huangquan ghost path is really not normal. This is a female ghost, is she so happy?

He coughed lightly, interrupting Brother Lang's smile. Brother Lang said, "Your gift is very good, this is your token." Senior brother is not interested in joining us Huangquan Ghost Dao, if you want, I can introduce you to my master. ”

(End of chapter)