A big competition of sects, just like this, the last Zhuji disciple who was shocked by Wang Qingyuan was stunned, according to the rules of Dabi, he was just the cultivation of the second turn of Daoji, but he became the leader of this year's Zhuji disciples, and he could get a whole bottle of thirty-six medium-grade Yuanqi Pills.

This caught him a little off guard, and he was ashamed of it, but he was also secretly happy, with this whole bottle of medium-grade Yuan Qi Pill, his cultivation in the Dao Foundation Realm would be shortened for a long time.

A three-foot square rosewood box was handed to Wang Qingyuan, and the deacon Taoist who delivered it came from the ceremonial hall, his eyes were slightly downcast, and he said: "The leader of the sect is more than the disciple of the foundation of the foundation, and this sect body method "Purple Feather Shocking Steps" and inheritance seeds will be handed over to you, I hope you will practice carefully and do more good deeds." ”

After a pause, the deacon of the ceremonial hall continued: "However, you contradict the deacon of the Jingzi generation, it is contrary to my Xuantian Dao etiquette, from tomorrow, you will be grounded in Ziwei Peak for a month, and you will not be allowed to participate in the Ying Tianfeng Sacrifice Ceremony. ”

"Thank you, Deacon. ”

Wang Qingyuan bowed down, as for what grounding and thinking about the wall, the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky may not be as good as the three inches in the Ziwei Palace.

Holding the rosewood box in both hands, Qingliu and the two were behind him, Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath and walked towards the Bagua Dao Gate.

The crowd dispersed, and the disciples silently separated a path, watching Wang Qingyuan and his party leave, the footsteps of the three of them walked firmly, the sunset was like blood, they seemed to see the crape myrtle peak, rising from the ground, and being reborn in the flames.

The night was destined to be unpeaceful.

The news of the Great Competition of the Outer Courtyard Sect was like a hurricane, sweeping across the entire territory of Yujing Mountain, entering the peaks and veins, and landing on Yingtian Peak.

On this night, everyone remembered a name, a young man who had practiced "Xuantian Gong" to the ninth level of skill in less than half a year after entering Xuantian Dao Mountain.

An outer courtyard sect is on the top and swept through the disciples of all the courtyards, the outer courtyard disciples from Hun Tian Peak.

A five-color furnace crossed the sky, rose in an instant, and hit Wang Qingyuan, who no one dared to question.

This is one of the quasi-Zhangfeng disciples of Ziwei Peak, Wang Qingyuan, who continues the inheritance!

Even Wang Qingyuan alone, even Qingliu and Fatman, who were born and grew up, everything was quickly excavated.

After Laba, the New Year is approaching.

At this time, people in the market have begun to prepare New Year's goods, steaming rice cakes, steamed buns, fried peanuts, killing pigs and sheep, and dividing some neighbors and neighbors, and celebrating the New Year in full swing.

Some men who were out of the country and engaged in business and official roads also returned to their hometowns, and brought golden candy people, crispy egg rolls, peach crisps, sesame sugar, and fragrant elbows wrapped in lotus leaves.

The women looked out at the entrance of the town and in front of the village, and the laundry washed by the stream was turned over and over again.

A large number of garrisons patrolled and interrogated on the official roads in the countryside, and there were also alternate inspectors of the Kyushu Inspection Department of a county to supervise the Quartet, not letting go of any hidden demon clan, the annual festival is the most important day of the year in the entire world and Kyushu, and it is a major festival to worship the heavens and the heroes of the human race for generations, and never allow the demon clan to cause trouble and disturb one party.

It is that many robbers who occupy the mountains as kings, rob houses and houses, and do murderous deeds, and they also return to their nests when the New Year's festival is approaching, and it is taboo to see blood on such days.

Yujing Mountain, crape myrtle peak.

This year's crape myrtle palace compared to the depression of the past, more out of a little more angry, there are dozens of miscellaneous servants in and out of the Taoist, cleaning, dusting, this is Wang Qingyuan took out the five-color furnace, in Cao Yan's Yuan Shen world to collect dozens of Ganoderma lucidum, old ginseng, astragalus, He Wu, etc., through the Yunjuan Peak Outer Courtyard Jingwu Taoist dedicated to Ying Tianfeng, in exchange for a paper document in the ceremonial hall, a total of thirty miscellaneous Taoists, so far from the miscellaneous room detached, settled in Ziwei Peak.

Originally, although the miscellaneous Taoists in these miscellaneous rooms were middle-aged Taoists who had not built a foundation and stood up over the years, they also had their own considerations. If you don't become a miscellaneous Taoist, you can't build a foundation, and which peak and which vein you settle in, generally speaking. There is also an opportunity to choose independently, if it is before the sect is big. It is absolutely impossible for them to be willing to go to Ziwei Peak, but after the big competition of the sect, the three quasi-Zhangfeng disciples of Ziwei Peak shocked the entire Xuantian Dao Mountain, and there was a Wang Qingyuan who overwhelmed the outer courtyard of the six directions, and no one dared to question it, and some miscellaneous Taoists gave birth to gambling, and even later, this was set by the Ying Tianfeng Rite Hall for the quota of thirty miscellaneous Taoists. There was also a scene of contention in the miscellaneous room.

In front of the crape myrtle hall.

Wang Qingyuan and the three of them stood side by side, looking at the scene of coming and going in front of them, and suddenly had infinite emotion, just more than a month ago, they didn't know where to start, but now they finally have a little improvement.

Dozens of wild ginseng and other herbs full of vitality not only exchanged for thirty miscellaneous Taoists, but also the daily blood and food supply of thirty-three people, including Wang Qingyuan and the three of them, for a whole year, that is to say. Even if you don't do anything for the next year, you can barely make ends meet.

And these many herbs, Wang Qingyuan estimated. It was enough for him to barely open up five more secret secrets, so he deliberately stayed, and finally made Ziwei Peak have a little taste of New Year's sacrifice.

The spiritual power filled the void, and the faces and expressions of many miscellaneous Taoists changed, Wang Qingyuan had a full view, he knew that this was not yet in his heart, just because of the temporary scenery and deterrence, if the three of them lost their power now, it would be a wall that would fall and scatter. However, the tempering of people's hearts is not an overnight effort. It will take time and months to close.

To this day, these people are sophisticated. Wang Qingyuan already knows it in his heart, but he is not stuck in things, the higher his cultivation skills, the more he discovers that his cultivation of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" cannot be a smooth road, the condensation of the emperor's heart, how dark this red dust is, if you want to achieve the general trend, most of them must be accompanied by the baptism of blood and fire.

Half a month's work.

The whole crape myrtle palace is not to mention a new look, many ruins and broken walls have been simply repaired, weeds have been removed, the ever-bright lamp has been re-erected, and there are white stone incense burners, which have also been repaired and re-ignited, although it is not the famous Jingshen incense in Luoyang City, but it is also the agarwood scraps that the fat man tightened his trouser pockets and exchanged for from the miscellaneous room.

In the crape myrtle hall, the incense case was re-arranged, the incense candle was erected, the statue of the Xuantian God was missing, and now it was enshrined in front of the incense case that was the rosewood box containing the secret book of "Purple Feather Amazing Steps" and the seeds of inheritance.

The days were hard, but Wang Qingyuan and the three of them didn't care, the sect was bigger than the past, and the three of them did not relax in the cultivation of the Immortal Dao, in just half a month, they all felt that they had improved, and their physical spirit was much more mellow than half a month ago.

Especially Wang Qingyuan, on the day of the battle on the platform, swept the young masters of the outer courtyard, the chaotic sea in the ancestral court revived in an instant, and a wisp of qi overflowed, and it was actually integrated into the Five Elements Boxing, which made him give birth to a different kind of understanding, every time he practiced boxing in the past half a month, he often had a whim, but he was always a little short of the opportunity.

This also made him feel that the difficulties in the birth of a supernatural technique were the fruits of the wisdom and truth of his predecessors, and for him today, there is still a lack of a lot of accumulation.

Despite this, in the past half a month, Wang Qingyuan has also had a little understanding of the true meaning of the inheritance of the first type of "One Qi Immeasurable", and the vastness and domineering in it made him frightened, and in addition to this type of magical power, Wang Qingyuan had previously seen the ancient shocking battle in the divine court, and a series of formulas contained in the long roar, as well as the unique footwork that belongs to "One Qi Immeasurable", hidden in the true meaning inheritance of "One Qi Immeasurable", called "Boundless Step".

The sea of bitterness is endless, fight for the other side!

The magic footwork is really the same, it is the body footwork is also the pile work, I don't know if it is an illusion, Wang Qingyuan also felt a bit of the charm of building the foundation from this footwork.

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The years are like flowing water, and there is no return.

Chinese New Year's Eve

A red lantern was hung in front of the crape myrtle palace, and a couplet was erected in front of the palace gate.

Shanglian: Xiuzhen Xiu God asks Heaven's will,

Downlink: Slay demons and slay demons to help the common people.

Horizontal batch: help the world.

This couplet was found by Qingliu from the Tibetan Scripture Building by reading the historical records of Xuantian Dao, and it was this couplet that was pasted on the gate of Ziwei Palace five hundred years ago.

As a façade, for this couplet, Wang Qingyuan also made a special trip to Hun Tian Peak, and borrowed a fox quill pen, two 30-year-old rice paper, an old ink, and an old pit stone inkstone from the Jingshou Taoist who had a lot of books.

When they met again, the Jingshou Taoist just nodded, didn't say anything, didn't make any requests, just picked up a pen and wrote down a heart word, together with a carved version of the "Tao Sutra" that he often read, and gave it to Wang Qingyuan.

This time, Hun Tianfeng's disciples in the outer courtyard were like mice seeing cats, and they all shrank into the courtyard one by one, only a young man with a cold face, dragging a five-foot-long white iron long knife in his hand, standing by the lake and quietly looking in the direction of the bamboo building.

Sun Chongyang, now the first person among the disciples of the outer courtyards of Hun Tian Peak, has to leave the inheritance of the Fire Xun Wind Knife, and his talent and comprehension are so high that even Wang Qingyuan at the beginning has to spend his heart and try his best to introduce this person into the sect of Ziwei Peak.

The invisible blade of the knife edge locked on Wang Qingyuan from afar, but after a few breaths, Sun Chongyang turned around, stepped on the frozen lake, and rode away on the ice.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

As soon as the sun set, the Taoist on duty at the foot of the mountain attracted a group of more than ten people, and there were miscellaneous Taoists who told Wang Qingyuan that the three of them went out, and it was the old man of Hu Mansion who came to Xuantian Dao Mountain with a group of more than ten people from the housekeeper.

"Knowing that the king's long skills pressed the outer courtyard, the old man said that he was late, some water, wine, incense and candles, mountain goods and coarse grains, and a little care, congratulating Ziwei Peak. ”

Old man Hu strode proudly, smiling, even if he was old, he did not look old, and then ordered the housekeeper and a group of nurses to put down more than a dozen burdens of all sizes and hand them over to the miscellaneous servants and Taoists to collect them into the palace.

"The little monkey is noisy, and he wants to come to Xuantian Road to pay New Year's greetings to his son, but the road is bumpy, and the kid has lost his vitality and can't travel far, so he can only order my grandfather to present this altar of worship to the teacher, and when he reaches the age of fourteen, he will go up the mountain and go out again, and offer it to the son with both hands. After Old Man Hu finished speaking, he was also a little nervous and looked at Wang Qingyuan.

Xuantian Dao Mountain is the only major sect of Taoism in Zhongzhou, and everything in the mountain has always been concerned by many practitioners in Zhongzhou.

A young man who is only about to turn sixteen years old, has to inherit the Xuantian Dao crape myrtle lineage, less than two months into the mountain, he swept the six major branches, so that no one dares to question the disciples of the outer courts, and even practiced the world-famous ten layers of Xuantian Dao "Xuantian Gong" to the ninth layer, the foundation is so thick, even if he does not have the tenth layer in the future, once the foundation is built, he will immediately be the best among the foundation building monks.

The so-called respectful brewing is not sent casually, this is the disciples' personal participation in brewing, sealing the altar of grain and wine, is specially prepared to be dedicated to the elders who may become the master, if the elder accepts, it means that the recognition of this fate, the next year the disciple to vote, will not refuse, and then open the worship of the teacher, drink the wine in the cup, is a master-apprentice story, and if the elder does not accept, it means that there is no fate, the disciple can only find another opportunity.

Shaking his head, Wang Qingyuan took the brew and handed it to the handyman who was waiting beside him, and said, "Old man Hu is polite, when Qingyuan rebuilds Ziwei Peak, you can bring the child to see me." ”

"The Taoist is serious, and the Hu Mansion is ashamed," Old Man Hu was happy in his heart at first, and then said in a deep voice, "After today, the Hu family in Jiuligang, Qingshan Town, Yunyang County, is the relative of Ziwei Peak, and there are many matters related to the re-establishment of the mountain gate, although the Hu family is not enough, they will definitely do their best." ”

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On Chinese New Year's Eve, Wang Qingyuan did not stay, Old Man Hu and his party hurriedly returned, these few days, it is the most peaceful days in the world and Kyushu, can be called a peaceful and prosperous era, singing and dancing to promote peace, but I don't know if Old Man Hu and his party will not have time to return to Qingshan Town and keep the New Year with their relatives in Fuzhong.

This night, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them were drunk.

In the middle of the night, the three of them ran "Xuantian Gong", steaming the wine and restoring clarity.

In the middle of the moon, in front of Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them stood in the forefront, and thirty miscellaneous Taoists behind them stood quietly in one word.

In front of the incense case, the red sandalwood box was placed on the top, and the three of them lit three pillars of incense and bowed down three times.

As soon as midnight passed, Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath, looked up at the stars, raised the fire fold, and lit the fuse.

Crackle!

Firecrackers exploded, and sparks flew like stars.

New Year's Eve, one year old!