The Taihua Gate is built on the mountains, if you want to enter the Taihua Gate, you must first climb a very high mountain, of course, the disciples of your own sect have a special teleportation array, as long as you show the disciple card, you can directly teleport up.

When he was on the teleportation array, Ling Ling changed into his own personal disciple uniform, as long as he had not yet formed a Dan in the sect, he had to wear his own disciple uniform, this was the rule.

As soon as she entered the Taihua Gate, the towering peak made Yuan Yuan breathtaking, she felt as if she was Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, it was strange to see anywhere, but the waves were magnificent, and the grandeur and boundlessness were real.

The peaks inside are simply innumerable, and you can have a mountain of your own above Jindan, and as a first-class sect of Taihua Gate, there are five or six Guanghua Divine Monks, and there are hundreds of Yuanying Monks, and there are naturally so many Jindan monks that it is staggering, so you can imagine how big the Taihua Gate's dojo is.

At a glance, there is a flash of inspiration, and because it is relatively tall, so the position of the halfway up the mountain is shrouded in a layer of clouds and mist, which seems to be immortal, there are many disciples of Taihuamen, all wearing uniform disciple clothes, orderly, full of vitality, Taihuamen is worthy of being the holy land of Xianmen.

Bai Yizhen took the two of them directly to Qingmo Peak of Shumu Zhenjun, and walked all the way over, Yuan Yuan deeply realized that the sentence that building a foundation is not as good as a dog, and the words of Jin Dan walking all over the ground are really not nonsense, she has roughly calculated by herself, she has already seen eight Jin Dan real people!

"Qingmo Peak is under the clouds and mist is where the registered disciples live, and above the clouds and mist are our senior brothers and sisters and Shizun live, the senior brothers and sisters have built their own palaces, but I live in their non-ink hall with Shizun and my wife, so it is usually difficult for me to go out of the palace!"

As soon as she returned to her familiar place, Ling Ling chattered and introduced, with a very infectious smile on her face, although Yuan Yuan was smiling in front of her father and mother all the way, she knew that Yuan Yuan had something in her heart, and there would be problems if she held it for a long time, she hoped to divert her attention.

After arriving at Qingmo Peak, Bai Yizhen asked the two of them to wait outside first, he went in and explained to Shumu Zhenjun, and hurried to the main peak of Taihua Gate, which was the peak where the head of the house lived.

Before entering, Ling Ling remembered her master's slightly rough appearance, so she gave Yuan Yuan a preventive injection in advance.

"Don't be afraid, remember that people can't be disguised, my master is very special!"

Yuan Yuan didn't understand much about this, but she still nodded in response, if she wanted to see Yuan Ying Zhenjun say that she was not nervous at all, it would be impossible, a hot sweat broke out of her palm, wiped it and took a deep breath, before following Ling Ling in.

The non-ink hall is very large and empty, its roof is made of glazed tiles, the inside can see the outside, but the outside can not see the inside, the light can be refracted in, and the inside is bright, so even in the main hall, it will not look dark and depressing, this transparent environment invisibly makes Yuan Yuan relax a lot.

When Yuan Yuan entered, he saw a very tall monk standing with his back to them in the main hall, and it was not difficult to guess that this should be Ling Ling's master, Shumu Zhenjun.

"Master, look at who is back. Ling Ling's tone was cheerful, and then he quickly ran over and shouted behind him, "It's your most beloved little apprentice who is back!"

At a glance, Yuan Yuan knew that Ling Ling had a good relationship with Shumu Zhenjun, and he should be a casual elder, otherwise he would not be able to raise Ling Ling's lively and cheerful temperament.

Shumu Zhenjun turned around, his hands behind his back, his whole body was not angry and arrogant, and he scolded Ling Ling with a straight face, "Sneak down the mountain, how long can you endure?"

Sugi Makoto's facial features are slightly rough, his thick eyebrows are raised, his eyes are as sharp as a falcon, and when there is no expression on his face, he looks quite scary.

Yuan Yuan finally knew what Ling Ling meant by what she said to her before she came in.

Ling Ling stuck out his tongue, stepped forward and took Shumu Zhenjun's arm, and said coquettishly, "Master, I know it's wrong, but I'm not back completely, don't you be angry with me!"

Shumu Zhenjun was shaken by Ling Ling's temper, and the serious expression on his face couldn't hold back, this petite girl was brought up by him since he was a child, he was more than when her own father took her, and he was no different from his daughter, so he was naturally reluctant to be too harsh.

Seeing that Shizun's face was relaxed, Ling Ling knew that he was discouraged, and pulled Yuan Yuan over and solemnly introduced him to him.

"This is a friend I made in the secret realm of the snowfield, and it was because of her that I escaped death several times. ”

Shumu Zhenjun looked at Yuan Yuan, seeing that although this girl was young, it was rare to be neither humble nor arrogant, even in the face of Yuan Ying Zhenjun, he did not show a look of fear, but his heart was stable, and he had a good impression of Yuan Yuan based on this alone.

"Good boy, what's your name?"

Closed Mu Zhenjun's face softened slightly, although in Yuan Yuan's eyes, he still looked like a gatekeeper.

"My surname is Yuan, Yuanjun's Yuan, called Yuanyuan. ”

Yuan Yuan originally wanted to say that she was the Yuan of the Lantern Festival, but thinking about the fact that a monk like Shumu Zhenjun, who has lived for thousands of years, may not remember what the Lantern Festival is, she had to pick the word Yuanjun, and turn into a god, the male cultivator is the holy monarch, and the female cultivator is the Yuan Jun.

After listening to Yuan Yuan's self-introduction, Shuki Zhenjun laughed, praised her for her interesting surname, and asked her if there was a monk named Yuan Jun in her family, Yuan Yuan was embarrassed and politely said no.

The surname Yuan is scarce, even in the cultivation realm with a large number of people, at least Yuan Yuan has not met a monk with the same surname as her.

However, Shumu Zhenjun smiled like this, Yuan Yuan's heart was even more relaxed, what Ling Ling said was really right, people can't look good, Sumu Zhenjun who looks like a fierce look, but his temperament is quite kind, because he was afraid that they would not be adaptable, he restrained all the Yuanying breath in his body before entering the door.

"By the way, Master, I have good news for you. ”

Shumu Zhenjun glanced at Ling Ling, who was full of praise on his face, "The good news is that you have advanced?"

Ling Ling's cultivation advanced from the fourth layer of Qi refining to the tenth layer of Qi refining all of a sudden, the fourth child had already sent him a message talisman for this matter, although his little apprentice lacked evil spirit and was stupid and heartless, but fortunately God had mercy, and his luck was surprisingly good, it is not difficult to guess that she should have got a chance in the Snow Edge Secret Realm, and her cultivation was promoted.

It's just that he was also curious in his heart, what kind of chance was this, could make her cultivate so much at once? Although the barriers between the Qi cultivation stage realms were low and the advancement was relatively simple, even he, a Yuanying Cultivator, was surprised to cross so many levels at once.

Ling Ling shook his head and said with a smile, "This is also good news, but it is not the best news. ”