Wei Dao was dressed in a plain robe, without any decoration, and sat down in the center of the main seat.

"I have wasted my 100-year-old time and have not achieved much, and I am deeply honored to have so many Taoist friends come to the banquet today!"

Wei Dao has served as the head of the Qingfeng Sect for 40 years, with the authority of the general authority, and no one in the sect is dissatisfied, and the majesty is profound.

At this time, he raised a jade statue, saluted the guests in the field, and drank it all.

"He Wei is in charge of the avenue evergreen, longevity and Tianqi!"

The guests hurriedly got up, raised their wine glasses in front of them, and congratulated them in unison.

Even the Ten Thousand Beast Gate Foundation Cultivators, who had always looked indifferent, toasted after everyone raised their glasses.

"Let's have a feast!"

After a staggered meeting, Wei Dao clapped his hands, and one after another exquisite spiritual food was sent.

For a time, the room was full of guests and hosts.

At the end of the birthday banquet, Wei Dao took the stage again and talked about his Taoist cultivation experience.

During the monk's birthday banquet, preaching the cultivation experience to reward the guests has been a tradition in Mizhou for thousands of years.

It doesn't involve exercises and spells, it's just some of Wei Dao's understanding of the Great Dao, which is mysterious and mysterious.

Everyone in the audience was confused, only the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate Foundation Building Monk and a few late foundation building major repairs looked upright and listened attentively.

It is said that in ancient times, building a foundation was the entrance to the immortal path, and the knot was a leap in the essence of life, involving the skin of the true meaning of the avenue.

What Wei Dao explained was his own partial understanding of the Great Dao, and what he didn't reach was of course the same as listening to the Book of Heaven.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, four months have passed since the 100th birthday of the head of Qingfeng Gate.

For Montenegro, these few days are life-changing days.

Qingfeng Gate opens once every ten years, and the day of recruiting disciples for the whole county is just around the corner.

As long as you have a clean background and have not committed adultery, you are eligible to run for election. 、

Every year, nearly 100 lucky cultivators become miscellaneous disciples and complete what they call the process of leaping into the Dragon Gate.

Outside the Qingfeng Sect, groups of scattered cultivators can be seen on every mountain, and the total number of people is not less than a thousand.

There are clever casual cultivators, who have already occupied a conspicuous place to set up a stall and start selling goods.

With such a large flow of people, dozens of stalls soon developed, and people came and went in an endless stream, and business was very lively.

However, everyone is strapped for money, and they basically barter.

"I heard that there are hundreds more than usual in this report, I don't know if I can see this little bit of cultivation for Qingfeng Gate."

Opposite this temporary small bazaar, a tea shed was propped up, and four people sat on one of the wooden tables, all of whom came to open the mountain gate for Qingfeng Gate, wanting to change the gate and become a disciple of Qingfeng Gate.

The man who spoke looked like he was in his thirties, with a manlike facial features, and only a pair of thick eyebrows that were extremely eye-catching.

Wearing a half-new Taoist robe, although it was very clean, the place where the cleaning runes were embroidered on the corners of the clothes was scattered and scattered, which still exposed his embarrassing economic situation.

"Why should Lu Xiaoyou worry, although a large number of monks from other counties have moved in this year, I think Shangzong will definitely understand the hard work of the local monks of Montenegro such as me, and give more consideration to the division of places."

An old man with gray hair sitting opposite him looked at the corners of his mouth with disdain and motioned to look at the opposite side.

"A bunch of out-of-town guys still want to grab our place!"

Outside the tea shed, more than a dozen companions were walking by, each with magic weapons in their hands, and their bodies were full of bloody and murderous aura, which was a casual cultivation that had moved from other counties.

"Uncle Tong, of course you don't have to worry, there is a spiritual planting technique, I was once employed as a spiritual farmer in the Xiuxian family, and I have the experience of taking care of ten acres of spiritual land independently."

Lu Song sighed, his anxious mood made his two thick eyebrows almost connect together.

"The loose cultivation with a skill is the most popular among the Qingfeng Sect, and it is safe to become a miscellaneous disciple. It's like me, in my early thirties, I only have the fourth level of qi refining, and I haven't mastered any of the techniques...... If I were an immortal master of Qingfeng Sect, I would not recruit such a waste entry! ”

The newcomers who moved out of the country basically had mid-stage Qi refining cultivation, and even the big masters in the late stage of Qi refining sat in the tea shed for half an hour, and they all saw two of them.

No matter how low the cultivation is, they basically die on the way to escape, and they can't hold on to Black Mountain County.

Lu Song's cultivation is not outstanding, and his age has no advantage, so he still has the opportunity to mix up as a miscellaneous disciple when the competition is not big in previous years.

But in this Shanmen Apprenticeship Ceremony, the competitiveness is not as good as that of the old man Tong who is only at the third level of Qi refining.

A monk like Lu Song can't create value for Qingfeng Sect at all, and he doesn't have much potential at this age.

Unlike Old Man Tong, as long as he enters the sect, he can play a role and take care of Lingtian.

"Haha, the old man is almost sixty, if he can really become a miscellaneous disciple of the Shangzong, this life will be worth it!"

The old man stroked a few of his goatees and found a sense of superiority.

The four of them had just met on the way to Qingfeng Gate three days ago, because of the scattered cultivation gathering, the flow of people was chaotic. Although there is a deterrent from the Qingfeng Sect's signboard, and there are sect disciples patrolling around the sword, they can't keep the bold robbery, so the four of them agreed to move in together.

This Lu Song relied on his mid-stage cultivation of qi refining two days ago, and he looked down on the cultivation of the old man Tong very much, and his words were full of contempt.

After all, in the most lenient period in the past, it was stable for casual cultivation to become a miscellaneous disciple by virtue of this.

Lu Song originally had a glimmer of unrealistic delusions of ascending to the sky, but when he came to the vicinity of the mountain gate and saw the monks all over the mountain, as well as the mid-stage Qi refining cultivation that could be seen everywhere, he instantly became a frosted eggplant.

Even if he recruited the most basic miscellaneous disciples, Qingfeng Sect seemed to have countless better choices than him.

However, when Old Man Tong turned his gaze to the sides, that sense of superiority disappeared immediately.

"Of course, the most stable one we have here is Brother Bai! The fourth layer of qi refining is less than seventeen years old, I really don't know how you cultivate, little brother, it started in the womb! ”

The old man shouted exaggeratedly, blowing his beard and glaring at him.

This young man surnamed Bai has good facial features and a slender body, although he is not very handsome, but his demeanor is indifferent, and his behavior and conversation are also very comfortable.

Lu Song looked at the young man, and he also sighed with emotion: "Yes, Little Brother Bai is just as cultivated as me at this age, maybe he can directly become an outer disciple...... In the future, we will be developed, but we must be helped. ”

"A few Taoist friends are exaggerating, I see that there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the registered monks, where is my turn."

Bai Zichen drank the faint fan tea and said with a smile.

A week ago, he packed up his salute, and after bidding farewell to his elders, he set off on his own to come to Qingfeng Gate, and came to be a disciple of the inner gate according to the agreement of the day.

It was the first time for Bai Zichen, who had gone out alone, to go out for a walk, and when he saw many casual cultivation teams not far from Qingfeng Gate, he simply dropped his sword light and changed his identity to pretend to be an ordinary casual cultivation boy.

In his mouth, he has been cultivating with an elder since he was a child, traveling from south to north, and has no fixed residence.

Cultivation, just refining the fourth layer of qi.

But this cultivation, coupled with Bai Zichen's age, is still enviable in casual cultivation, and the three of his peers all think that he can steadily accept a place as a disciple of Qingfeng Sect.

As for whether it is a miscellaneous disciple or an outer disciple, it depends on the specific recruitment situation of the Qingfeng Gate this time.