As the saying goes: waste wood is drawn into the outer door and goes to the peak of life. The genius was accepted as a disciple and has been dull ever since. At least, Han Changsheng comforted himself calmly.

But when it came to his own sect, Bu Xianmen, Han Changsheng's anger didn't come to one place, and he was simply made a big fuss.

Bu Xianmen is a small sect located in the Kunlun Ruin Mountain Range, the name sounds pretty good, as if it is the feeling of a fairy wind bone, but in fact it is only composed of a few low mountain bags, but fortunately, the area of these mountain bags is large, enough to accommodate many disciples.

Although the name of the sect sounds okay, it is actually the weakest of the five sects in Kunlun Ruins. Although the name is related to divination, it can barely stand on the Kunlun Ruins, relying on some sword techniques that are not very high. Therefore, the party is not enthusiastic about divination, but regards swordsmanship as more important than life.

"The reason why our sect is called Bu Xianmen is because the ancestor of the founding sect is a fortune teller, or the blind one. He spent half his life, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and was depressed. At the age of fifty-nine, just when he thought that his life was about to end uneventfully, he came to Kunlun Ruins, and picked up a turtle shell on an uninhabited mountain in the easternmost place.

The voice of the senior brother of the affairs hall admonishing the newly admitted disciples came from the Patriarch Hall.

"Clever use of infinite fart, famous in the world, I believe in your ghost!"

Han Changsheng, who was cleaning outside the door, scolded secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to scold, because he had been in the Buxian Sect for five years, and he was still a humble disciple of the outer sect.

If the broken turtle shell had been of infinite use, it would have been snatched by other sects long ago, and it was placed on the offering table in front of the ancestral master's spiritual seat in the ancestral hall so grandly, and there were no other protective measures, as if it was snatched away without heartache.

On the contrary, it is the exercises and swordsmanship in the sect, which are specially placed in the library and are usually not approached, and they look like they cherish themselves.

Speaking of this turtle shell, in the past few years when Han Changming got started, he had already taken the opportunity of cleaning the ancestral spiritual position to put the turtle shell in his hand and played with it countless times, and the old turtle shell was all played with by him.

He thought it was just an ordinary turtle shell, black and swarthy, maybe the real turtle shell had long been lost, and now this one is mostly a fake, put here to bluff people.

"After Master Zu obtained this turtle shell, he devoted himself to practicing for ten years, and achieved a small success, and when he was sixty-nine years old, he ......"

"Could it be that he dominates Kunlun Ruins and becomes the overlord of one side?" asked a newly recruited disciple weakly.

"No, it's to go west, and I'm gone. The deacon brother was a little embarrassed, but he reluctantly pretended to be proud.

Just after the newcomer disciples were trained and left, Han Changming once again entered the Patriarch Hall to clean up.

Over the years, he'd cleaned it countless times, and nothing had gone wrong.

However, there was an accident today, when he was cleaning some ashes under the table, the turtle shell did not drip much, and he rolled off the table and broke in half.

"I'll go, I've been touched by a turtle shell!" Han Changsheng shouted that it was not good, and secretly sighed that fate was tricky and unfair, there was always a turtle who wanted to harm me Han Changsheng.

Han Changming cried and picked up the turtle shell angrily, judging from the appearance, it really looked like an ordinary turtle shell.

When he first arrived at the beginning of the year, he saw someone selling the same turtle shell as the ancestor in the Xiaofang market outside the sect, and Han Changming was fooled into buying one by a profiteer because he had never seen the world, and spent 500 yuan angrily. Although it is a fake, the workmanship is not bad, so he is often put in his arms by Han Changming, and when he has nothing to do, he plays with it, and he has a pulp.

At this moment, he took out the turtle shell in his arms, and the turtle shell that he bought angrily back then was no different in appearance from the ancestral turtle shell that had been pulped for a long time!

Okay, then use this of your own and put it on the offering table, all of which should be a donation of 500 yuan for the sect.

The turtle shell, which had been broken in half, was stuffed into his arms, ready to be taken out to destroy the corpse, no, it can't even be counted as a corpse, it is a ruined shell and a trace.

In this way, others don't know about it, and they can also vent their frustration about being touched just now!

Han Changming is now an outer disciple, if he is not sent to the secular world to take care of the sect's business, then he can only serve in the sect and receive a work task every day, mainly chopping wood, burning fires and sweeping the floor.

When he was ready to wait for the fire to be burned, he threw the turtle shell into the pit. The decision has been made, and Han Changming happily picked up the broom again and left the ancestral hall, stepping out of the big threshold of the ancestral hall.

"Boom - Boom ——!"

As soon as he took a step on his front foot, there was a huge sound of collapse behind him, and the ancestral hall that had stood in the sect for hundreds of years collapsed!

"......" Han Changsheng was speechless, "No, this is okay, the cost of touching porcelain is too high, right?"

"Master Zu, you have been dead for hundreds of years, why do you still frame me as a weak and helpless outer disciple?" "Han Changsheng hated Master Zu to death, he was really more wronged than Dou E now!

"Hey, why did the Patriarch Hall fall?" the nearby disciples watched.

"Is it an enemy attack?"

"Who did it?"

", it was Han Changming who did it!"

A disciple found Han Changsheng in the smoke billowing from the collapse site, and the disciple screamed excitedly, as if he was happy to find the culprit.

"It's too ruthless, deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and don't even let go of the tablet!"

"Death, he won't be an undercover agent of other sects, trying to completely wipe out our sect from the inheritance?"

Han Changsheng was stunned, but he was roaring in his heart: "I'm special, I knew that I wouldn't join this damn Bu Xianmen!"

Why did you join Buxianmen in the first place, it's a long story.

When Han Changming was eleven years old, when Bu Xianmen was recruiting disciples, he found that he had a spiritual root and took him away.

But actually, he was reluctant to go.

He can barely be regarded as a rich second generation, and his father is a landlord who exploits the peasant uncle. Although he is a concubine, his father is indifferent to him, but he doesn't care, his personality is more open, as long as he lives a comfortable life, after all, he is the son of the landlord Lao Cai.

So when the admissions staff of Buxianmen saw this, they frowned, and dragged him to the sect.

In this way, a good life will not be passed. What's even more unfortunate is that because his five elements are full of spiritual roots, his spiritual power is mixed, and his cultivation is turtle speed, and after practicing for five years, he is still at the third level of the qi cultivation period, and now he can only live a dark life of an outer disciple who chops wood and carries water every day.

Han Changsheng didn't like Bu Xianmen much, he had neither the guidance of a master here, nor the support of sect resources, and even more miscellaneous servants, and the disciples who started at the same time as him were at least five levels of Qi cultivation, and those who cultivated quickly were already ready to build a foundation.

He is very envious of those strong people in the foundation building period who fly with swords, and it is said that there is another master of this sect who hides in the back mountain like a turtle to practice, and he is the ancestor of the Yudan period, named Lin Zhen. It is said that he is only willing to go out when the gate sends out a big event.

For him, cultivating immortals was really too difficult. If it weren't for the sake of longevity, he, the Five Spirit Root Waste Firewood, wouldn't want to cultivate immortals. He didn't cultivate immortals for women, nor for power or glory to his ancestors, Han had only one goal for longevity, to live longer, as long as his name.

But now, whether he can survive today has become a big question, and he really has a hard time arguing about the collapse of the Ancestor Hall.

"Can I choose to escape from the sect?"

It was impossible, but he quickly gave up this unrealistic idea, because he looked up and found that a huge hemispherical light mask suddenly appeared in the sky, this light mask was invisible and ultra-thin, tightly fitted, indulgent and long-lasting, and tightly covered the entire Buxian Gate.

Even, there was a trace of tadpole-like thunder and lightning floating in this light shield, and its power was unfathomable, destroying anyone who tried to pass through the Great Array.

This Great Sect Protector Array, which had never been opened for hundreds of years, was completely opened, and now not even a fly could fly out, and people from the outside world could not enter, so it was temporarily isolated from the outside world.