On the peak of Yunyi Mountain at the northern foot of the Yuenan Mountain Range, there is a large palace-style pavilion with carved railings and jade, and some disciples wearing standard robes go in and out, which is where the Wu family is located.

In the open space in front of the archway, a handsome and dashing boy stepped on a cyan gourd and landed down, greeted the surrounding disciples and walked directly inside.

The buildings here are extremely luxurious, each building is made of extremely noble paulownia wood and the whole piece of bluestone, each building is carved with birds and beasts, built extremely exquisitely, none of the patterns carved on the building platform are overlapped, and there is a faint flash of spiritual light on these palaces, and there is an extremely powerful forbidden law on it.

I saw him walk through the vestibule to the backyard, and came to a pavilion shrouded in blue light, only to see the three big black characters of "Jing Si Tang" written on it.

I saw that the boy patted the storage bag and flew out of a cyan talisman and pasted it on it, but the cyan light curtain immediately rippled in circles, cracking out a light door for people to enter.

I saw him put away the talisman and walked in, and at this time, the stone door shrank rapidly, and finally completely closed, and the light curtain returned to its original state.

The inside of this pavilion is not very big, only more than ten zhang wide and a few zhang high, it is piled up with black jade, there are thousands of candles burning not far away, and an old figure sitting on the futon is elongated by the candlelight swaying, constantly shaking.

"Grandfather!" said the boy who took a few steps forward, then knelt down and kowtowed respectfully to the figure in the distance.

"Ahem... It turned out to be Feng'er, have you ever broken through when you go to the Bibo Palace?" An old cough came from afar, and a gentle voice came.

"My grandson is already a great consummation of qi refining, but I still want to cultivate for a period of time, and wait for my mana to reach the peak before taking Zhuji Dan!" said the boy in a deep voice.

"Okay!" The voice in the distance had a hint of joy, and said happily: "You have a steady temperament and do things in order, and among the more than 20 grandchildren, I value you the most!"

Brother Gongzi was overjoyed when he heard the praise, and then said, "Grandfather, I happened to meet a thief who framed you when I came out of the Bibo Palace. ”

"Huh?" the old man's tone changed.

"His appearance is so ugly, and his grandson will not be mistaken, and his grandson will be silent when he tempts him. But his current cultivation is not the fourth layer of qi refining that his grandfather said, and his grandson has inquired about the little thief who has joined Master Hong, and now he is in the realm of the eighth layer of qi refining. ”

"What, Eighth Layer of Qi Refining!" the gentle voice turned into a mixture of anger.

After a while, the futon in the distance floated with a voice of gnashing teeth: "This person can't stay!"

"My grandson has already thought of a countermeasure, and I will be able to quietly disappear this little thief from the world. Brother Gongzi smiled and said confidently.

"Our Wu family must not make a move!" the voice on the futon carried a hint of jealousy.

"Of course our Wu family won't make a move!" Brother Gongzi said slowly: "Grandfather, in the seventh or eighth day of the life is the day when the sect goes to recruit loose cultivators, and then there will be a senior uncle who will lead people to the place under the jurisdiction of the sect, and it will take two months to go back and forth!"

"Recruit loose cultivators, do you want to insert that thief into it?" The voice of the person on the futon sank, and then said, "How are you going to pass the pass of Old Ghost Lu?"

"Grandson has already heard that it is Uncle Jing who is leading the team this time!" Brother Gongzi smiled proudly, "I asked Jing Huan to go to Master Jing to say a few words in front of Uncle Jing, and let Uncle Jing personally go to the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts to name important people, does that Lu Pifu still dare to resist?"

"That's a great trick!" laughed the man on the futon.

"My grandson knows the junior brother of the outer gate, and wants to arrange him to be included in the task of recruiting casual cultivators. As long as we promise a heavy profit and let him make a move, it will be easy to kill a little monk of the eighth level of Qi refining. Senior Brother Le is a top master of the outer sect's qi refining, and he is doing tasks everywhere to buy spirit stones, as long as we are willing to do it, he will definitely make a move. Brother Gongzi said slowly.

"You go and ask what price can make him sell! The old man has been in charge of the Hall of Everything for decades, is there still a shortage of spirit stones?" the old man on the futon snorted coldly.

"If the spirit stone can't impress him, use the magic weapon, and ask him to kill this little thief!" The old man hated as long as he thought of that pockmarked face.

"Okay, then the grandson will go to Senior Brother Le now. Brother Gongzi said respectfully.

"Remember that this matter is hidden from your father, and he will stop it if he knows about it!" said the old man again.

The boy naturally agreed.

The old man told some more details, and the boy withdrew.

Ten days later, the mountainside of Yuwujun Mountain was a stone platform dozens of zhang wide, and some outer disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect flew one after another.

From thirty to sixty years old, the mana is basically in the sixth to eighth layers of qi refining, and there is not a single young and qualified disciple.

These people were all happy, and a few acquaintances got together to talk and laugh.

However, there are also a few gloomy expressions and reluctant faces.

After waiting for another hour, more than 20 male and female disciples had gathered on the stone platform. Suddenly, a faint light flew towards the stone platform in the distance.

In a flash, it turned out to be a feminine man in his thirties, wearing a green shirt and looking indifferent.

"Ah, it's Uncle Jing of Tianshui Mountain!"

"Junior Ge Tao visits his uncle!"

"Junior Wan Qingshan visits his uncle!"

“.....”

When the disciples of the Edgeworth sect saw the man's appearance, they read their names aloud one by one and bowed, hoping to leave a good impression.

This man is a foundation building monk, it is said that he has only just 150 years old this year and has broken through the middle stage of foundation building, and he is a powerful monk in the sect who has the potential to enter the Jiedan.

"Well, let's all get up! It's almost time, are all these people here?" the man casually waved his hand to get everyone up, and said with a casual glance.

"Back to Uncle Jing, there should be twenty-eight people, but now there are twenty-seven people, and there is still one person who has not yet arrived!" An ordinary-looking female cultivator hurriedly said when she heard the question.

"There is still half an hour before the appointed time, so let's wait for the time being. The man said unconcernedly.

The nun took two steps back and stood respectfully aside.

A pock-faced monk bowed down and ran to the corner of the stone platform to take in the scenery around the mountain.

But no one knew that this ugly-looking guy was full of slander in his heart at this time, and there was no place to vent his resentment.

This pock-faced young man was no one else, it was Han Yu, and he didn't know how he got involved in this task for no reason.

Han Yu returned to the wooden hall from the Bibo Palace, and after returning the token to the old man, he returned to the thatched house, intending to specialize in these three techniques.

It was only five days later, and the little old man of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall came to inform him that he had been assigned to the task of recruiting potential cultivators in the sect.

Han Yu naturally wanted to shirk it, but the little old man refused, told him the time and place, and flew away.

Han Yu muttered in his heart, and went to the wooden hall to ask the old man about it.

As soon as the old man heard this, he told him that this was actually a very simple task, which was to spend some time, and it would take about two months from departure to return to the sect.

The lame old man was a little embarrassed and said that he had gone to find his best friend and exempted Han Yu from his errand, Han Yu looked at his face and shook his head and refused.

Han Yu had already received a lot of favors from him, and he didn't want to owe more favors. So he took out three spells and told him that he was on the way to comprehend, and if the recruited casual cultivator had a treasure in his hand, he could still take the opportunity to pick up the leak.

Seeing that the ugly aunt looked reluctant, Han Yu patted her chest and promised to bring her some good things, and flew away in the reluctant eyes of the little girl.

Today, he came here early to wait, and found that the disciples who came were all disciples of the sixth to eighth layers of qi refining, and he didn't have the idea of talking, so he stood aside alone.

I don't know if it's because the man surnamed Jing is there, no one dares to speak loudly and noisily, nor does he dare to move around at will, they all stay in place honestly, and familiar people only dare to talk in a whisper.

After another stick of incense, someone saw a gray light appear and fly towards the stone platform.