The monk surnamed Lu took a few people to control the green leaf magic weapon, flew for more than a quarter of an hour, came to a mountain with a lush bamboo forest, and then landed in a community of blue brick houses.

These quaint brick houses are lined up halfway up the mountain, but most of them seem to be empty, with only a few people coming in and out.

As if seeing the doubts of several people, the monk surnamed Lu explained: "The house here is basically empty all year round, and under normal circumstances, every time a disciple is recruited, it is reserved for the new disciple to rest temporarily, and the more than 100 people who entered with you should have been brought over!"

"Oh!" Wu Ling scratched his head and said, "No wonder the people who entered the house just now are a little familiar!"

The monk surnamed Lu led a few people around the house complex, and after making a few people a little dizzy, he stopped in front of a house that was much larger than an ordinary blue brick house.

Then he shouted at the room, "Senior Brother Xia, open the door, I'll bring a few new disciples to pick up the things!"

As soon as the monk surnamed Lu finished speaking, the door of the room 'banged' and automatically opened open.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Lu took the lead without hesitation, and a few people hesitated a little and followed in.

When I entered the house, I found that the spaciousness of it was a little larger than that seen from the outside.

However, the layout of the house, the first feeling is that it is chaotic, quite chaotic.

All sorts of miscellaneous items were piled up everywhere, some were clothes, some were blades like swords, and some were strangely shaped weapons.

Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from those things, they are all low-level magic weapons of low grade.

At the same time, in the corners of the room, there were some tools similar to shovels and hammers, and from the faint fluctuations of spiritual power that emanated, they were actually refined into magic weapons.

It's a bit of an eye-opener, but I don't know what special benefits these tools have when to use?

At this moment, in the middle of the room, behind the wooden table facing the door, sat an old man in gray clothes and unkempt hair.

The desolate Dao Divine Sense probed slightly, and found that the cultivation of the gray-shirted old man was only the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period.

But the strange thing is that the monk surnamed Lu has obviously cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, why does he call this old man a senior brother?

Although the monk surnamed Lu looks much younger than the gray-shirted old man, the cultivation world has been respected for strength since ancient times, and cultivation has always been regarded as seniority.

If the monk surnamed Lu and the gray-shirted old man are both cultivators of the same level, according to the order of entering the door, it would not hurt to call the senior brother.

But at present, there is a world of difference between the cultivation of the two, but the title is not according to common sense, which is really incomprehensible.

The gray-shirted old man ignored the few people who entered the room, and continued to concentrate on pinching a clay sculpture in his hand, his expression serious as if he were treating his beloved thing.

Seeing this scene, the monk surnamed Lu frowned slightly, but his face returned to normal again, and he did not step forward to disturb the gray-shirted old man.

Instead, he pulled a chair from the house, sat down opposite the old man in gray shirt, and patiently waited for the old man in gray shirt to finish making the clay sculpture.

Several people were suddenly a little confused.

Especially the active Wu Ling, he blinked his eyes and subconsciously wanted to ask questions.

Huang Wudao stretched out his hand to stop Wu Ling's movements, shook his head at him, and made a gesture of silence.

Wu Ling was a little puzzled, but the obedient did not say anything, and several people stood behind the monk surnamed Lu without saying a word, waiting with interest.

The gray-shirted old man's fingers were nimble, flying like a knife, and the clay sculpture was sometimes flattened in his hands, sometimes fleshy, and gradually formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, with the help of a cup of tea, a lifelike clay sculpture of a tiger appeared in front of several people.

The gray-shirted old man gathered a ball of fire in his hand and carefully wrapped the clay tiger statue.

I don't know what kind of clay is used for this clay sculpture, but it is gradually dyed in the flames, and soon it is rendered with a layer of fur color like a real tiger.

The old man in the gray shirt relied on controlling the changes in the fireball technique to apply different temperatures to all angles of the clay sculpture, so there was a change in the color of the surface.

This is easy to say, but to really achieve this level, it takes a lot of hard work to control the fire spell and grasp the subtleties.

The monk surnamed Lu smiled and praised: "Senior Brother Xia's fire sculpture skills are really exquisite, looking at this tiger statue, it is really expressive, it is really like being alive!"

"Senior Brother praised it falsely! It's just idle to pass the time! But Senior Brother Lu has time to come to my humble house today?"

The gray-shirted old man had a nonchalant expression on his face, and his eyes glanced at the absurd people, feeling a little knowing.

The monk surnamed Lu said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, these are the last few people in this introductory cultivation, the junior brother brought them here to equip some things, and by the way, arrange accommodation!"

"What's the use of these crooked melons and cracked dates? When it is to raise livestock, the more the better? Could it be that our master is already old and confused, and has begun to rush to the doctor in a hurry?"

The gray-shirted old man unceremoniously belittled a few people in front of a few people who were unscrupulous.

And listening to the tone of the gray-shirted old man's words, he didn't seem to be very respectful to the master of the Aoba Gate.

When the few people heard this, they were naturally not very happy, but it was not easy to have a seizure, and the monk surnamed Lu couldn't smile bitterly.

However, the monk surnamed Lu knew that his senior brother Xia had been haunted by some old things, and he had become so mean.

Naturally, he wouldn't really be angry, but in front of several new disciples, he didn't have a good time answering the words of this senior brother.

The monk surnamed Lu had no choice but to cough a few times, and changed the topic: "These things are not something we can interfere in, senior brother, don't embarrass junior brother!"

"Looking ahead and looking back, servile face and kneeling, where is there still a little bit of monk's arrogance?"

The gray-shirted old man suddenly turned his face stiff, stood up suddenly, and then scratched around a few times with both hands.

Immediately after, the same items flew out of the pile of debris, and more and more, and in a few moments they were piled up on the table in front of them.

"Four Aoba silk shirts, four low-grade Aoba magic weapons, four sets of daily utensils, four flying swords and ring knives, four low-level storage bags, and four Aoya's forbidden charms......"

The gray-shirted old man read all the items on the table with an expressionless face.

"Everything is here, hurry up and take it and leave! Senior Brother Lu, please also take care of yourself, I will not send it far away!"

As he spoke, the gray-shirted old man sat back in his chair, took out another piece of clay out of nowhere, kneaded it again, and ignored a few people no more.

The monk surnamed Lu shook his head with an embarrassed expression, asked the few people to take their belongings, and then led a few people out of the house.

As soon as a few people came out of the stone house, the door of the house slammed and closed automatically.