In the middle of the night, the mirror was hung high, and the stars that originally filled the sky did not dare to come out.

Halfway up an unknown hillside under the moonlight, there were two people standing at this time, a young man in cloth standing proudly with his chest and hands in his hands, looking at the night sky from afar.

And standing in the back, a middle-aged man about forty years old who was very decadent and slightly sloppy, this person was indeed a little in awe of the young man in front of him.

A breeze came, and the two clothes swayed in the wind, intentionally or unintentionally, and the two men did not speak all the time, as if waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, a dark purple halo appeared in the sky, and the halo suddenly turned into a sharp arrow and galloped towards this direction.

The young man gently opened his palm, and the dark purple light stayed on the young man's hand like a very well-behaved baby.

"Everything in the world has a certain number. The young man slowly turned around, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "This is a creature that I inadvertently condensed many years ago, and now it is in your hands, whether you can let it go or not depends on your own creation." ”

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the dark purple halo on the young man's hand, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face, but it dimmed again for a moment.

He didn't speak, sighed softly, and hesitantly took two steps back.

In the open space where the middle-aged man flashed, the young man waved his hand lightly, and suddenly a vigorous young body flashed on the ground that was originally full of weeds. The body was like a magnet, quickly sucking the halo from the young man's hand into its body.

The young man waved his hand slightly, and suddenly turned into a white crane, flew towards the moonlight, and disappeared into the moon in a moment.

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In the territory of Kyushu, there are many sects, and the Qingyun Sect is one of them.

Now the disciples of Qingyun Sect have two important things to do; one is that Qi Jiao, the first disciple of Qingyun Sect, has been practicing in retreat for two years, and he will be out of the customs in the next few days, and after leaving the customs, he is the second powerhouse in this Luoyang City to successfully condense into an inner pill. The first is He Baichuan, the sect leader of the Qingyuan Sect, whose cultivation has reached the middle of the Huiyuan Dynasty.

As a third-class sect, in such a remote place and with an extremely scarce amount of pills, it is rare to be able to have two strong people who have entered the spiritual realm.

But this also made the Qingyun Sect a leader among the third-class sects.

The second thing is that Dugu Villa, which is a second-class sect, is approaching, and every five years it will come to Qingyun Sect to select disciples to study in Dugu Villa.

This is a tradition for hundreds of years, and the disciples selected by Dugu Villa are naturally some disciples with relatively intelligent spiritual roots, so as to cultivate them to expand their own strength, and secondly, they can also use this means to make the surrounding sects with relatively thin strength tightly gathered around themselves, so as to consolidate their own position even more.

And for a small sect like Qingyun Sect, it is naturally a good shade under the big tree, and after his own disciples enter Dugu Villa, they are still studying under the banner of this Qingyun Sect, and they can be recalled by the sect to which they belong at any time. In this way, you can not only improve the strength of your own sect, but also be protected by Dugu Villa.

This has been the case for hundreds of years, and even if there were some sects that did not agree with this view at first, over time they were harmonized.

Now that two major events are imminent, they are busy with these ordinary disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

But the busiest of them all is Mo Ling.

He is a well-known rookie disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and Mo Ling has been firmly in the penultimate position of the Qingyun Sect since he entered the Qingyun Sect for five years.

But the story behind Mo Ling has never been told to others, and Mo Ling is now a second human. The first Mo Ling was the most outstanding disciple of the Kuyang Sect, the first major sect in the Kyushu Realm of the Zhengyang Continent, and the Mo Ling at that time was called Murmur. Mo Ling was the name given to him by his dumb uncle after he was reborn.

At that time, when Mo Ling's cultivation broke through the early stage of Chongyang, he was only thirteen years old. If an ordinary person wants to reach this level of cultivation, even if he is an ordinary disciple with a spiritual root and wisdom, it is impossible to do so every hundred or ten years. At that time, Mo Ling's spiritual root was second only to Xiaoyaozi, the first person in the Zhengyang Continent.

However, the heavens were fair, and gave Mo Ling the most intelligent cultivation spiritual root and a compassionate heart, and almost all the others were taken away, including IQ. So much so that Mo Ling is admired in front of people, but he is called an idiot behind his back.

After that, there was a rebellion in Kuyang Mountain, and the head of the Kuyang faction, Kuyangzi, was killed, and Mo Ling didn't even have a chance to fight back, so he was framed and arrested, so that the tendons and veins were broken and the spiritual roots were taken away. Then he was buried alive in the back mountain of the Kuyang Sect, when it rained heavily for seven days and seven nights, and Mo Ling finally died of hatred.

But everything was like a dream, when he woke up, Mo Ling found himself on a small hillside, Mo Ling felt that he was a completely different person, and there was only an old man who was sloppy and sloppy for a year and could not say a complete sentence with him.

In this life, the heavens gave Mo Ling the IQ, but he took the cultivation of the muscles and spiritual roots with him. Mo Ling's cultivation method full of mind really has nothing to do with him.

After living in the mountains with Uncle Dumb for five years, Mo Ling was also infected by Uncle Dumb's attitude to life, since God is so unserious, and he is losing everything all day long, there is no need for him to fight with fate to the death.

Now Mo Ling just wants to earn a few small bucks, take two more wives who are beautiful and ugly, and then go back to the mountains to live a small life.

Why do you want to marry two wives and have one beautiful and one ugly? Of course, the beautiful one is for himself, and if he is ugly, let him take care of the dumb uncle. If Uncle Xiang, the old man who doesn't even understand what he does all day long, is equipped with a beautiful woman, wouldn't it be too tyrannical. Why do you want to get married? Because you can spend money once, and you have to pay your salary every month after you save it, which is too cost-effective.

How do you know that I originally wanted to come to Qingyun Sect to change the title of cultivator, and I can get a few spirit coins every month, such a good thing naturally cannot be missed, but since the day I came in, I have not lived a day of stability. I was bullied all day long, forced to do some dirty work, and now I can't walk if I want to.

"Hey, Mo Ling?" Suddenly, a young man with a stout figure about the same size as Mo Ling, although he looked honest, but he was full of cleverness, ran over from outside the courtyard panting.

This person's name is Xiang Fei, and he is Mo Ling's best friend.

Xiang Fei is different, his family is a well-known rich family in Luoyang City, and he is also the only son of the entire family, his father and brother are three Xiang Wu, Xiang Yu and Xiang Feng, but there is only such a precious son, who is offered as a bodhisattva all day long.

His father had always been in the medicinal herb business, and this was not an ordinary medicinal material, but a basic medicinal material that could be used to refine pills. They are the only ones in the entire Falling Sun City who operate this way. It stands to reason that this Fei has such a bull-breaking father, even if his spiritual root is poor, with the resources that his father controls, in a place like Qingyun Sect that is remote and lacks resources, how can he be a core disciple.

The strange thing is that this flying spiritual root is really good, although it is not a dragon and phoenix among people, but even if it is placed in the second-class sect Dugu Villa, as long as he works a little hard, it is not difficult to become a core disciple. But the funny thing is that Xiang Fei didn't have the slightest interest in this cultivation path. Every time I practiced, I would get sleepy, and my head would hurt all over my body.

In his words, he came to Qingyun Sect to get some benefits from his father, and when he waited, his father figured it out, and he went back to inherit his father's medicinal herbs.

Why did Xiang Fei get together with Mo Ling, of course, it was because of food and lust, because the first beauty of Qingyun Sect was purple.

Mo Ling, Xiang Fei, and Zi Xiang were called the Qingyun Triumvirate by the disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

Mo Lingxiu is the penultimate one, accounting for one head. The purple shirt is extremely beautiful, and he is the hardest working disciple of the Qingyun Sect, accounting for two ends. And Xiang Fei has money and resources, which has provided a lot of help to Zijiao and Mo Ling, in his own words, he doesn't know when he wants to leave Qingyun Sect.

Purple is the eldest daughter of the once famous Purple Shirt family. As for her family background, she rarely mentioned it, in short, the purpose of her cultivation in Qingyun Sect was to revitalize her family.

The reason why she was able to mess around with Mo Ling was entirely because of Mo Ling's comprehension of cultivation. In Xiang Fei's words, all the complicated and difficult scriptures are like a naked woman in Mo Ling's eyes, and the more they are covered, the more charming they are. Under the guidance of Mo Ling, Zijiao's cultivation can be described as a leap of thousands of miles.