Wang Zijia drove the blood-colored light and came to the Seven Peaks in about a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, it was past nine o'clock in the morning, the morning sun was just right, and the morning fog that filled the mountains had also dissipated for the most part, and the entire inheritance peak was covered with a layer of blood-colored golden light under the illumination of the morning sun.

The pavilions and pavilions under the mountain, the ancient trees on the mountain are verdant, the mountain is up and down, and at the mountainside, the waist is cut off. It is like the separation and fusion of the ancient traditional sect era and the current era of cultivation.

Looking at such a scene, Wang Zijia hovered in the air for a moment, and then according to the guidance of the identity card, he walked towards the temple group where the mission tower was located on the mountainside.

Even in the morning, even in today's wartime, you can still see a lot of ups and downs of the light, a faction of immortal atmosphere.

Wang Zijia floated down from the exclusive landing area, and not long after landing, a senior sister hurriedly greeted him.

Zhang Xiumin, about three hundred years old, in the middle of the real life, was born in the Zhang family.

The Zhang family is the core family of the preaching faction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and it is also one of the top clans of the Wanyu Sect, and its patriarch is the owner of the preaching building!

"Weak-crowned junior brother?" When Wang Zijia's basic information flashed in his mind, Zhang Xiumin saluted Wang Zijia and said yes.

Wang Zijia: "······"

We don't know each other, but you call this kind of nickname as soon as you come, is it really good?

While being extremely speechless, he said with a smile on his face: "If Senior Sister wants to find Zijia, it should be under it!" ”

When Zhang Xiumin heard this, with a little curiosity and a little scrutiny, he looked Wang Zijia up and down for a moment, and then said:

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the ancestor, the time is almost up, let's not be late!"

"There is Senior Sister Lao!" Wang Zijia replied with a smile.

With that, the two walked towards the hall where the main building was located. As a building on the Seven Peaks, the style is more classical, as if the ancient times have continued to the present day.

The carved fence and jade masonry are full of charm.

In a moment, the two of them came to the very center of this temple, in front of a huge octagonal tower with nine floors and a height of tens of meters.

What is frightening is that the whole body of this tower exudes treasure light, and the spirituality is pervasive, although I can't see any material, but the prince knows that this thing is ······ It's a magic weapon!

And it's not a magic weapon of the fourth grade, at least five grades, maybe six grades!

As for more, Wang Zijia didn't know, after all, there was not much information about this thing in the basic knowledge he knew.

"Tianwen"

On the gate of the octagonal pagoda, there are these two words.

Tianwen Pagoda is a legendary magic weapon of the heart and spirit, the specific function is unknown, only known to help people realize the Tao and enlighten the soul.

It is the headquarters of the missionary line, and it is also one of the most valuable resources of the missionary line.

Every place to enter the Heavenly Enlightenment Room is no less than the value of a piece of Fetal Breath Divine Heart Jade. Legend has it that there was a genius who had an epiphany in the Tianwen Enlightenment Room and once became a god!

Standing at the door of Tianwen Tower, looking at the plaque on the gate, he was slightly stunned.

Zhang Xiumin seemed to be accustomed to it, and gave Wang Zijia a little time before saying, "Let's go!" ”

Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly and followed him into the door.

The moment he passed through the gate, the space expanded rapidly, and after stepping into the main hall, he was already in a huge, dungeon-like space.

You can't see the end at all!

If it weren't for the position of more than ten meters above the head, you could clearly see the tower layer of the upper floor, saying that this is a dungeon prince Jia Duxin.

Zhang Xiumin didn't seem to be a person who liked to talk a lot, leading Wang Zijia all the way, and along the stairs, up the second and third floors, until he came to the eighth floor, he didn't stop.

This entire floor is the owner's personal space.

The two of them entered the eighth floor, passed through a number of buildings, and stopped in a place that looked like a study.

Zhang Xiumin looked at the time and waited quietly for a while, Wang Zijia was also quite patient, and followed quietly in the process, without asking more questions or saying anything.

Such a performance made Zhang Xiumin feel good about him.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Xiumin estimated that the time was almost there, and then reached out and knocked on the door.

"Enter!"

An old voice came from inside.

When Zhang Xiumin heard this, she took Wang Zijia into the room.

Different from Wang Zijia's imagination, the layout of the room is not atmospheric, nor luxurious, except for the larger space, it is actually an ordinary cultivation room setting.

Half of the study, half of the cultivation room, and the middle of the hospitality, such a layout is too common in Wanyu Sect. The office of Wang Zijia Fu Lou is like this, and many of the standard buildings of Fu Lou are like this.

Or is this where the architecture comes from?

On this half of the study, at this moment, an old man with a white beard and an old face was facing a fist-sized orb artifact that was suspected to be a magic inheritance weapon, conveying mana.

Under the washing of his mana, runes visible to the naked eye actually jumped out of the beads and converged in the air.

After absorbing a lot of the opponent's special mana, the rune turned into a beautiful cheatbook.

And with the jump out of the runes, the spirituality on the bead artifact has weakened a lot, but the power in it is also much simpler.

Is this an advanced application of the inheritance method or the burial method?' ’

Wang Zijia looked at this scene, his eyes flashed slightly, and at the same time, he also subconsciously peeked at the old man.

Zhang Decheng, the contemporary ancestor of the Zhang family, the owner of the preaching building, cultivated as the peak god of the fifth realm.

Among the more than 1,000 god monarchs in the sect, except for the two old monsters, he is one of the strongest in the world.

At least on the surface!

The age is unknown, according to the legend, it is speculated that it is about 1,007 or more, which is definitely considered to be entering the ranks of old age for the longevity of the Yuanshen monk for more than 2,000 years.

Probably because of Shouyuan, the original salted fish ······ Wuwei's attitude changed slightly, and he began to pay 'positive' attention to and cultivate juniors, not only for the Zhang family, but for the entire missionary faction.

In recent years, it has been revealed that he wants to find a successor landlord.

Of course, this positivity is only relative.

After all, there is a prevalence of inaction in the preaching world. A large number of lying flat salted fish, second only to the pavilion keeper of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, or the person who prepares the pavilion!

But if you underestimate these salted fish, you are very wrong.

In this faction, the bigwigs are the most. often gives you a lecture, it may be a super boss, or even the highest boss you have come into contact with in your life, the ceiling of the network circle!

……

When Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, the room was silent.

This silence lasted for a moment, and two more books flew out with the runes, condensing and taking shape.

The orb, which was suspected to be a heritage artifact, could no longer maintain the shape of the artifact, and became a mass of rather pure transcendent characteristics, containing some mixed powers.

Seems to be a slightly tainted personal mana trait?

The old man slowly called it a day and put his things away.

"Ancestor, the people have already been brought, and there is nothing else to tell the disciple to go down!"

At this time, Zhang Xiumin saw the salute and broke the peace.

"I've seen the landlord!"

Wang Zijia immediately followed suit.

"Hmm!" The old man didn't look up, and while sealing the bead artifact, he put away the cheats.

When Zhang Xiumin heard this, she turned around and left, leaving Wang Zijia alone and working in the study.

The old man Zhang Decheng finished packing up his things without hurrying, and then he raised his head and looked at Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia immediately put away his peeking gaze, quietly lowered his head, and stood respectfully, looking like an honest junior.

After looking at Wang Zijia for a moment, he got up and left his desk, went to the hospitality area in the middle of the room, and found a set of teapots.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Landlord, let the disciple come!" ”

Zhang Decheng didn't shirk it, handed the things to Wang Zijia quite casually, and sat at the tea table by himself.

The easy-going attitude and affinity temperament are not at all like a Yuan Shen Shenjun, just like an ordinary old man, giving people the feeling of a real elder.

In the gentleness, there is the heaviness of age, but there is no majesty of the superior, like a ······ Ancient Confucianism? Or a university professor?

Such a person and such a temperament are really rare in this life.

Wang Zijia unconsciously relaxed a lot because of the other party's attitude, and respectfully made tea for him.

When Wang Zijia was making tea, Zhang Decheng looked at him without concealment. But there was no aggressiveness in his gaze, and Wang Zijia didn't even feel a little peeping in his senses, just like an ordinary look.

"You really got the inheritance of the fake hard to fly?" After looking at it for a moment, Zhang Decheng suddenly asked.

Wang Zijia's heart moved slightly, the inheritance of the false Taoist should be transparent to the high-level of the sect, why do you ask?

Wang Zijia thought about it, and while pouring tea for Zhang Decheng, he said: "If you go back to the landlord, the disciple has indeed obtained part of the inheritance of the fake person. ”

"After giving the inheritance, you can still have such a foundation, the mana is pure, and the condensed old way is ashamed of itself. No wonder a few days ago, those old guys in the Ascension Hall wanted to ask for someone from me. When Zhang Decheng heard this, he looked at Wang Zijia again, and between the words, he saw that Wang Zijia finished the tea, raised his hand and said, "Sit down." ”

"It's good for the disciple to stand!" Wang Zijia's heart moved slightly, revealing a clean and bright clear smile, adding: "Be more steady!" ”

Zhang Decheng paused to drink tea, glanced at Wang Zijia with raised eyebrows, and said, "Your baby is interesting." ”

Wang Zijia smiled back, Zhang Decheng lowered his head to drink tea, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Decheng drank half a cup of tea, and when Wang Zijia saw this, he immediately gave him another half cup.

"Someone reported your matter to me once earlier." Zhang Decheng spoke again at this moment: "But because you are a fake and difficult to fly inheritance, it stands to reason that it should be classified into the inheritance lineage." ”

"As a result, you chose the path of a disciple of the Gong Transmission by yourself, but I thought that after you absorbed the inheritance, you would transfer to the inheritance and enter the burial, so I didn't pay much attention to it."

"Unexpectedly, not only did you choose our lineage of preaching, but after opening the line, you still did not turn to the lineage of inheritance. Seeing your plan, do you always want to make this disciple an elder and not transfer to the funeral inheritance? ”

(End of chapter)