"Welcome, kids!"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Mo Cong was stunned. The old man had plain hair and a collar, a fairy style, and a kind smile between his white silver beard. Mo Cong looked left and right, and the people standing next to him were clearly Poison Longzhi, Mountain Ghost Wen, Zhilan and Ma Xiaohua, and Chu Ci and Liu Yun were standing beside him, and there was actually a glimpse of Huangfu Yunsong in the corner of his eye. The eight teenagers on the opposite side were relatively unfamiliar, and Mo Cong had never seen them.

"Am I dreaming?"

Bamen Mountain is like a fairyland, where Mo Cong stands is the main peak of Bamen Mountain, the old man who speaks is standing on a stone altar paved with bluestone at the moment, and there is a huge and blue spar hanging above the old man's head. Looking at the surrounding mountains, waterfalls, mist and mist in the mountains and forests, the small villages under the mountains are faintly visible.

Looking at the fairyland-like world, the old man in his eyes, the strange and familiar faces around him, the stone platform where the old man was standing, the spar above his head, the big trees behind him, and the blue-gray houses were all like a fantasy. Mo Cong secretly pinched his thigh, and because of his excitement, he used too much force, and the young man grinned in pain.

"Mo Cong, you didn't dream, this is Bamen Mountain!" said Poison Dragon Zhi secretly attached to Mo Cong's ear.

"Bamen Mountain?" Mo Cong shouted, his heart almost jumping out. However, seeing that the people on the left and right were standing solemnly, he slowly lowered his head and secretly looked at the old man's face.

"Haha!" Seeing Mo Cong's recklessness, the white-bearded old man not only did not blame, but smiled, looked at Mo Cong with a kind face, and said, "Child, that's right! This is Bamen Mountain!" The old man turned his face serious again, and said with a straight face: "Children, when you get here, you can be regarded as truly stepping into the rivers and lakes." The reason why I chose you here is not for nothing, and I will not explain much. After speaking, the old man glanced at a man in white standing under the stone altar.

Looking at the old man's gaze, the man in white nodded. Mo Cong had already noticed him just now, because it was this person who brought Mo Cong into Bamen Mountain, and he also saw that person was holding a stack of copywriting in his hand, and he didn't know what it was.

Mo Cong was secretly guessing, but he saw the man in white with the same kind smile on his face as the old man just now, paced to them, and sent the documents in his hand to Mo Cong and the others one by one according to their names. After finishing the hair, he returned to the old man and stood.

The old man looked at Mo Cong, Zhilan, Poison Longzhi and the others, and said: "This is a letter written by your parents themselves, they all agree that you will cultivate here, of course, we will not force anyone, if anyone is not willing to cultivate in Bamen Mountain, he can leave the mountain immediately." After speaking, the old man twisted his beard with a smile on his face, waiting for a reply from several people.

Bamen Mountain, the Wizard of Martial Arts, has only heard of it in the Martial Arts Continent, and no one has been here in person, and Mo Cong has also seen the strength of the masters of Bamen Mountain with his own eyes, so none of those people shook their heads, and they were even afraid that they would be driven out if they were a little wrong.

"I agree!" Zhilan took the lead and raised her hand first. Immediately afterwards, Poison Dragon Zhi, Mountain Ghost Wen, Huangfu Yunsong, and Liu Yun also nodded in agreement. Only Mo Cong and Chu Ci exchanged heads and didn't know what they were muttering.

What Mo Cong was holding in his hand was Mrs. Lan's handwritten letter, while Chu Ci's hand was empty and there was nothing. Therefore, Mo Cong whispered in Chu Ci's ear: "Senior sister, if they don't want you, let's go together." ”

When Chu Ci heard this, he was anxious and said, "Brother Mo Cong, you can't do stupid things!"

Mo Cong was about to answer, but he heard the old man on the stone altar ask aloud: "Mo Cong, Chu Ci, what about you?"

"I, I," Mo Cong was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "If you don't want a junior sister, I can't stay here." ”

Hearing this, Zhilan and the others were shocked, and even the eight teenagers who were standing opposite them and grew up in Bamen Mountain were stunned.

"Really, I want to miss such a great opportunity. ”

"Alas!"

Several teenagers from Bamen Mountain on the opposite side shook their heads and sighed.

The old man seemed to have made a joke with Mo Cong, looking at Mo Cong's pale face and Chu Porcelain face in pain, the old man smiled and said, "Mo Cong, what do you think this is?"

"It's spiritual power!"

"It's so powerful!"

Hearing the surprised voices of the eight teenagers opposite, although Mo Cong felt magical, he didn't feel very powerful, he reached out and took the letter and looked at it less than half a line, his eyes suddenly darkened, his body shook, and he immediately looked at the old man, and cried loudly: "I want to see my master." ”

It was clearly a letter written by the master to him and Chu Ci, and the back was signed "Snowy Holy Lord"

"Hehe!" Seeing this, the old man smiled and said: "Your master is not here, okay Mo Cong, your master and your sister Bao told me to tell you that you want to cultivate well here and not be naughty, otherwise you will be punished!"

"I know, it turned out that Master arranged it," Finally knowing the whereabouts of Master and Sister Bao, Mo Cong breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Thank you grandfather, I will definitely cultivate well." ”

Seeing this, Poison Longzhi and the others also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, since you have all agreed to stay here, if you want to regret it in the future, you will have to suffer a lot!" the old man smiled slightly.

"We know it, and we don't go back. ”

Seeing that several teenagers agreed neatly, the old man nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then I will introduce you to the eight teachers who are about to teach you," the old man pointed to the few people standing beside him, and introduced them one by one: "This is Teacher Taibai of the Hall of Life, and this is Teacher Hongyue of the Hall of Humen"

The old man introduced the methods in turn according to life, rest, Du, Jing, death, shock, and injury, and each teacher who called the name of the Tao would enthusiastically wave to the sixteen teenagers. Eight teachers, eight unfathomable masters, and they are all about thirty years old, all well-dressed and have free and easy personalities. Several teenagers were dazzled, and they all guessed in their hearts who would be their teacher.

"As for which one you will be assigned to, it will be decided by lottery. The old man smiled slightly.

"Draw lots!" Hearing this, Mo Cong was a little unhappy in his heart.

The old man glanced at him, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he muttered for a moment: "Actually, there is another person on the selected list, but we can't invite that person, so we need Mo Cong to go on a trip himself." ”

"There is another person, I have to invite it," Mo Cong was really puzzled, and turned around and exchanged glances with Poison Longzhi and the others, but those people were also at a loss.

"You don't have to speculate, please wait for that person for a while," the old man's face changed suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered a very important matter, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Haha! Children, I almost forgot to tell you that I am the village chief of this Bamen Mountain Guardian Village, you can call me the village chief, hehehehe!" A sly smile appeared on the old man's face, and that smile looked very cute, "Of course, you can also call me the village elder, hehehehe!"

Looking at the childlike smile on the old village chief's face, several teenagers almost fainted.