In the first year of Dasheng, the valley rain is coming. The ancients had the saying that "rain gives birth to a hundred grains", "clear yin and cut off snow, valley rain and frost", and all things are thriving.

In the eyes of the world, at the foot of Qingchen Mountain, the immortal mansion high above, there are two pairs of masters and apprentices walking on the winding mountain road.

Among the four people, a middle-aged Taoist priest was dressed in an ink-colored Taoist robe, delicate and dusty, showing a fairy demeanor, followed by a little girl who was about seven or eight years old, this little girl was the same as him, wearing an ink-colored Taoist robe, combing her hair in a bun, although she was very young, there was a faint fairy aura around her body, looking like a little immortal.

However, at this time, the little immortal was staring at the sloppy and shabby cyan robe in front of him, and he didn't know how many times he had washed it, and it had already turned white, and it had been stained with a layer of gray soil in the days of running.

Because the scruffy-looking villain took her hand while she wasn't looking. And the villain was hiding behind the man in the same shabby robe, sticking out his tongue at her.

"People in the world have a cloud that 'I am willing to be a mandarin duck and not an immortal', but I don't know that only by being a fairy can I really live happily. And the mandarin duck can only be biased by Yize, and he has become a desperate mandarin duck in just a few years. Brother Ye Shen, a person in my generation, has spent his whole life, can there be a moment to see the opportunity to become an immortal?" The middle-aged man in the ink-colored Taoist robe looked respectful and humbly asked for advice.

"How difficult is the road to becoming an immortal, my Taisheng Dynasty has three thousand Taoist caves and blessed land, demon daos, and demon daos add up to tens of thousands, and throughout the ages, those who have cultivated the Tao and become immortals are only the ancestors of Xuanzong who were born in Qingming thousands of years ago. As for the dynasty and the world outside of Dasheng, Poor Dao has never heard of it. Speaking of the Dasheng Dynasty, legend has it that the ancestor of Xuanzong has been born in heaven and earth since he was born, young and able to speak, long and sensitive, after the age of 20 in the Qingyingtian retreat practice, the whole five hundred years have not stepped out of the Qingyingtian, five hundred years later, suddenly auspicious clouds fell from the sky, colorful, Qingying Haotian agitated, the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles poured into the Qingyingtian, Xuanzong ancestor became and ascended to the sky, such a miracle, the opportunity to become an immortal, mortals can not peep, only left a few words hidden in the Taoist system of various religions. ”

"The ancestor of Xuanzong is brilliant through the ages, and the power is in the universe, and the legend is that he is the reincarnation of a trace of the ancient gods, and it is reasonable to be able to cultivate and become an immortal!" Cao Xin continued.

The Taoist priest who was called Ye Shen shook his head and continued: "Rumors are just rumors after all, but you and I have been cultivating for a hundred years, and now we are still in the stage of transforming the Dan, far away from the Ning Dan. ”

"What Brother Ye said is extremely true, this time you and I sent the apprentices to Qingchen Mountain to cultivate, all in the hope that they would one day have the opportunity to come into contact with the opportunity and realm of becoming immortals. I think there are a lot of climbers today, so it's better for Brother Ye to take a hexagram and calculate whether you and I, the disciples, can become disciples of Qingchen Mountain. ”

The middle-aged man in the ink-colored robe is named Cao Xin, this time he brought his disciples to Qingchen, three days ago in Jufeng Town, not far from Qingchen, he met the down-and-out Ye Shen master and apprentice, and he was telling the rich and powerful gentry in the town to solve the hexagram to avoid disasters, and he was quite appreciative of Ye Shen's extraordinary conversation, and learned that the purpose of this trip was the same, so they went together.

Ye Shen waved his hand, "Divination is the left way of the side door, and it is not enough to believe it." As he spoke, he put his two hands into his arms, and when he opened them again, three copper plates appeared in his hands. He smiled, shook his hands and threw the copper plate into the air six times before landing in the palm of his hand. The two little children who watched were wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

"Brother Ye, how is the divination?" Cao Xin asked.

"Gen Shang Xun Xia, Yuan Heng. Li wading Dachuan, first three days, after three days. We met three days ago, and three days later, on the day of the dust and opening the mountain, this trip was auspicious. Good. Ye Shen was full of joy.

"That's very good, Brother Ye will say goodbye and see you on Qingchen Mountain in three days. Pursion, say goodbye to senior brother and senior Ye.

The little girl behind Cao Xin was called Fang Xuan, and when she heard the sound, she stepped forward, respectfully gave a farewell salute, and then went with Cao Xin.

After the two of them left, Ye Shen sighed and pulled the child behind him in front of him,

"Chen Qing, you were originally an orphan in a village under Fulin Mountain, your village was destroyed in a flash flood, ten years ago I was ordered by my master to go down the mountain to capture the wolf demon, passing through Fulin Mountain, seeing you crying in the wilderness, I didn't see your parents and a living person for a hundred miles, I brought you back to my side, and now you have grown up, this time I brought you to Qingchen Mountain No matter how you come to Qingchen, you must enter the mountain immortal mansion to practice, and when you practice again, you may be able to explore your own life experience, don't live up to the master's expectations for you. Ye Shen looked at the child in front of him with hope in his eyes, stretched out his hand and touched the head of the child named Chen Qing, and helped him pat the dirt off his body.

Listening to the master's advice, Chen Qing lowered his head, his heart was very uncomfortable, he already knew his life experience, because of his master's frequent chatter, but Chen Qing did not have a little curiosity and hope about his life experience, the reason why he was lost was because he had already regarded the master as his only relative in his heart, if he entered Qingchen Mountain, then it meant that he would have to separate from the master, and he was reluctant in his heart. But he wouldn't say a word: "Master, don't send me to cultivate immortals, let me follow you." Because he knew that cultivating immortals was Master's obsession, and he didn't want to disappoint Master.

So he nodded seriously and said:

"Master, I will definitely pass the assessment, enter Qingchen Mountain, practice the immortal method, and one day I will ascend to the vast sky and become an immortal. ”

A light rain washed away the tiredness of the mountain road, shrouded the green mountains in a veil, and when the sun rose three days later, Chen Qing and his master finally reached the top of Qingchen Mountain.

The first time Chen Qing came here, when he saw the dust in the sun, his mind was completely attracted and shocked.

On the top of the mountains, the breeze blows, the white clouds swirl around the gate of Qingchen Mountain, the ancient tree next to the door is like a sleeping dragon deeply rooted in Qingchen Mountain, it rises to the sky, as if it is from the beginning of eternity with a huge umbrella cover, bless the century-old foundation of Qingchen.

Among the giant trees, a clear spring waterfall passes through and flows slowly to the bottom of the mountain. The light golden sunlight shone down from the lingering clouds, shining on the eight big characters on the stone wall:

"Clear the dust, a hundred generations become immortals"

Under the stone wall, there are tigers roaring and apes crying, endlessly, there are also birds and beasts chirping, and cranes flying.

In front of the mountain gate is a vacant lot, engraved with the pattern of Tai Chi Bagua.

Chen Qing looked at the open space in front of the mountain gate, and happened to see the camelina standing on top of the gossip pattern.

Tai Chi gives birth to two yi, two yi gives birth to four elephants, four elephants give birth to gossip, gossip derives all things, and everything is inferior to you!

By the time it was close to noon, the monks who had come to take the entrance examination had already filled the square. Some old acquaintances reunited because of this assessment, remembering the past, and there were also newcomers who met in Pingshui who were destined to meet thousands of miles away, a lively scene. Suddenly, there was a crisp crane cry in the sky, and the white crane flew over the mountain gate and landed on a boulder in front of the door.

He rolled up his robe and shook it gently, and the whole person floated up from the white crane and landed in the center of the square.

"Fellow Daoists from all over the world, I am the real person of Xiaoshifeng Changhong under the Qingchen seat, and I was ordered to be the chief of this entrance assessment. Tens of thousands of years ago, there were hundreds of predecessors who cultivated together to become immortals and ascended to the heavenly realm, and now for thousands of years, the only person who can ascend is the legendary ancestor of Xuanzong, which shows that the way of heaven is ruthless, and the immortal cultivators are becoming more and more difficult, but even so, my generation of monks, how many winds and rains have been experienced in this red dust, and the one who asks for it is still the word "immortal". As long as you enter my Qingchen, it is equivalent to entering the path of cultivating immortals, I Qingchen is also a famous immortal blessed land in the Dasheng Dynasty, the mountain is full of spiritual energy, and the pill exercises are numerous, as for whether you have the ability to enjoy these, it depends on your ability and creation. ”

Chang Hongzhen's loud voice resounded throughout the square, and even more so in the hearts of every cultivator, become an immortal! Become an immortal, throughout the ages, how many people can smile and be proud of the sky and finally become that leisurely immortal? How many monks can only regret in the end of their lonely life, and their corpses rot in a deserted cave somewhere, becoming dust on the road of cultivating immortals.

Just as the people were stirring highly, a flying sword flew out of the dusty mountain, fell from the sky, and stuck in the center of the square.

Before the man arrived, the sword arrived first. Then a young man descended from the sky and landed on the handle of his sword, standing on one foot, but on the ground.

Since the ancestor of Xuanzong, most of the weapons used by human cultivators are swords, and cultivators rely on the three-foot sword in their hands to kill demons and demons, because Xuanzong ancestor once used the "Tianhong Sword" that has been passed down for centuries to split the Qingyin Sky with a sword, and pursued the sword light to ascend to the sky step by step.

And this sword that fell from the sky was the sword that Xuanzong Ancestor had to match the sword to stay in the world, and after several twists and turns, he came to Qingchen Peak, and was given the only beloved disciple by Qingchen Zhangjiao, Changliu.

"This is the sword of the long-flowing real person. There were some well-informed people in the crowd who recognized the longsword and its master, who were so famous in Dasheng.

"Is he the long-term real person who chased and killed the 'Bran Son' for 3,000 miles?"

Someone immediately screamed.

Ten years ago, the 'Cloud Demon Pavilion' produced a peerless genius, the Dao name Bransheng, the Cloud Demon Pavilion is one of the few demon cultivation sects in the Dasheng Dynasty that has not been eliminated so far.

Heaven is ruthless but fair, between heaven and earth, all living beings who accept the rain and dew of heaven and earth have the opportunity to practice and become immortals, demons are born with low intelligence, and the cultivation is difficult, God has given them a long life, and the demon who has achieved cultivation is a small cultivator, and he has been initially transformed into qi at that time, and he is extremely cunning. Because he saw other righteous immortal sect disciples slaying demons and destroying demons, he was angry, and he took those immortal sect disciples as prey many times to hunt and devour their essence.

The disciples of the Xianmen faction in Dasheng jointly encircled and suppressed many times, but he escaped, and finally the ten-year-old Changliu Zhenren came out of the customs, and the sword chased and killed the bran son for three thousand miles, destroying his cultivation, and finally if it wasn't for the cloud demon pavilion master's action, the bran son would have been wiped out.

The peerless genius of the Cloud Demon Pavilion is not worth mentioning in front of the Changliu real people, and it is this battle that makes him the youngest real person in Qingchen and even the entire history of Dasheng, and is known as the "son of Dasheng".

"Changliu Zhenren has such a high level of cultivation at a young age, and he is so good-looking, there is really no fairness in this world. Someone laughed.

Listening to the heroic deeds of this long-term real person, and the praise of the people, Chen Qing looked up at the immortal who was 'on the sword', his heart was full of envy, he turned his head and saw Fang Cheng looking at the world-renowned genius with an obsessive expression, he couldn't help but be dissatisfied, and muttered in his heart, 'You know how to be a nymphomaniac even a seven or eight-year-old child! Then he turned around and was about to ask Master if he had ever heard of this Changliu real person, but as soon as he turned his head, the Master behind him was gone, and then he heard Master's heart-rending roar in the distance:

"Changliu Zhenren, I'm your fan...... Sign my name, just sign it on my robe. Hey, sin and sin, this robe is too shabby, how can it bear the signature of a long-term real person. As...... It's best to ...... this," so Chen Qing's master took off his Taoist robe in broad daylight, leaked out of his back, and shouted loudly

"Sign here, sign here. ”

............

Changliu Zhenren's face was full of black lines, and Chen Qing had already dropped his jaw in shock, at this time, Fang Fang and Cao Xin just turned their heads, looking at him with interest, he was suddenly embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to make a hole and get into it by himself, with such a master, he couldn't afford to lose this person.

After a period of worship and obsession that bordered on madness was over, the tip of the long stream real person gently floated down from the sword, the long sword buzzed, and the humming cry of neither humility nor arrogance rose into the sky again, flying down and landing behind him. Just this gesture ushered in another round of cheers and applause.

"Fellow travelers, I will assist Senior Brother Chang Hong to preside over the assessment. Please follow me into the mountain, go to the Sansheng Stone, and accept the first level of assessment. Others, just here, there will be some food for everyone to eat and satisfy your hunger later," Changliu Zhenren's voice sounded.

"The old spirit on the Sansheng Stone. "The first thing that any sect immortal mansion selects a disciple is his past life and present life, whether his previous life was evil, and whether he has the loyalty to cultivate immortals and become immortals in this life.

The Sansheng Stone can see through some lost spirits.