Chapter 13 Apprentices are fought for

Whether to join or not, for the other party, Junmei, it is really not too difficult to decide, does he have any other better choice?

"Thank you seniors, I am willing to join your sect!"

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Junmei saluted and said, although his face was calm, but there was an irrepressible excitement in his heart.

Drifting across the sea, trekking through mountains and rivers, and climbing over the mountains blocked by demon beasts, and finally about to step into the fairy gate, at this moment, all the hardships are worth it.

As for this Taoyuan Sword Sect, is it evil, Fang Junmei didn't ask, and he didn't care too much, he was born from an underworld sect like Jianbei Mountain City, and he knew better than anyone that as long as he kept his heart and entered the Demon Gate, it would be the same.

Moreover, judging from the previous incident of Luofu Mountain and the actions of Tianhe Lao Dao, it is not like an evil demon Dao.

"Very good, come with me to the Patriarch's Hall. ”

Tianhe Lao Dao looked at his calm appearance, and was even more excited, nodding happily.

"Do your seniors want to take me as an apprentice?"

Fang Junmei asked happily, seeing that this old man was not an ordinary person.

Tianhe Lao Dao nodded slightly, thought about it, but frowned again: "Maybe it may not be a success, I still owe someone an apprentice." ”

Fang Junmei was stunned.

"Well, I'll give myself a chance, and if he can't come in time, I'll take you as a disciple myself. ”

With that, he turned and walked away

Fang Junmei followed the old road of Tianhe and walked out of the house, naturally full of confusion.

......

As soon as he went out, Fang Junmei's heart shook again, and his pupils bloomed again.

It was still drizzling just now, but now the sun is rising.

The room behind this is a simple wooden house, located on a protruding lonely cliff, and a dozen steps forward is the hanging cliff.

The weeds on the cliff grew low, and only a few trees that were dozens of feet tall and looked like peach blossoms sprinkled a few large shades, and then joined together to envelop the wooden house.

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountains are in full bloom.

A gust of wind comes, the peach blossoms are sprinkled, the falling flowers are colorful, the beauty of the scene is indescribable, the smell in the air, in addition to the fragrance, is fresh and pure like another world. It was as if his eyesight had increased a lot, and the world was incomparably clear, and that clarity was not brought by the rain that had just been washed.

"This is the Peach Blossom Cliff where I usually practice, living alone, boy, don't be in a daze, come with me. ”

Tianhe Lao Dao looked at Fang Junmei's ignorant appearance, smiled, and walked in the direction of the cliff first, where there was a winding stone staircase, winding down.

Fang Junmei hurriedly followed.

Knowing that he had come to the Taoyuan Sword Sect, along the way, Fang Junmei couldn't help but peek around.

The location of this peach blossom cliff is extremely high, looking at it flatly, there are white clouds wandering in the shadows, there are birds and beasts between the white clouds from time to time, staring at it, there are huge birds that have never been seen before, or strange beasts with wings, wearing shape in the air, it seems to be huge to a little terrifying, but it is a peaceful look that does not compete with each other.

There are also people who step on the sword light, coming and going in the clouds, both men and women, most of them are handsome, and their dresses are fluttering, like legendary immortals.

On the earth, the flowers and plants are luxuriant, the streams and waterfalls are vertical and horizontal, most of the flowers and plants are not seen by Fang Junmei, they are tall and abnormal, in this world, it seems that people have shrunk a lot. No matter what you watch, there is a thrilling feeling.

The most are the peach blossoms that are the same as the peach blossom cliff head. The dots are embellished, and the bloom is bright, or snow white, or pink, or plum red, so beautiful that it is suffocating.

From the cliff to the bottom of the land, almost up to a thousand zhang, in the middle of the mountainside, on the cliff, by the stream, in the valley, there are countless or gorgeous or simple halls, the distribution of houses, adding to the taste of people.

The voices of people came from afar, full of life and bustle.

"The fairy world, this must be the fairy world. ”

Fang Junmei couldn't help but say.

"This is not the fairy world. ”

Tianhe Lao Dao, who was walking in front, heard Fang Junmei's words, did not look back, and said lightly: "This is your future sect, where the mountain gate of the Taoyuan Sword Sect is located - Peach Blossom Spring, like that Luofu Mountain, it is just a treasure land far away from the red dust, because it is nourished by aura, so it is extraordinarily beautiful and vibrant." ”

Fang Junmei nodded, how could he not think of it, but he could only find such words to praise.

Tianhe Lao Dao said again: "We are worshipped as immortals by mortals, but we are just monks with more powerful powers, and we are far from the real immortals." ”

Between the words, there are a lot of emotions.

Hearing this, Fang Junmei remembered something, walked a few steps, came to Tianhe Lao Dao's side, and asked, "Dare to ask seniors, how long do you live now?"

"Why do you ask this?"

Tianhe Lao Dao glanced at him with a smile, but did not answer directly.

Fang Jun smiled and said the old man with the sword on his deathbed, and finally said: "The original intention of the younger generation to ask for immortals is to realize the master's ideals, catch up with time, catch up with the passing years, and no longer have to suffer from the limitation of longevity. ”

Tianhe Lao Dao nodded slightly, and said: "Your original intention is normal, but even if you are like me, an old guy who has cultivated for thousands of years, there is still a limit on longevity, and the road to immortality is still far away." ”

Fang Junmei was shocked when he heard that the other party was already thousands of years old, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes became complicated.

"Boy, the purpose of asking for immortals is not only immortality, I hope that one day, you will be able to find a more lofty ideal, and don't let down your talent and talent. ”

Tianhe Lao Dao turned around and looked at Fang Junmei, his eyes were full of expectation, and he said with a serious expression.

"Thank you for your advice. ”

Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, and bowed deeply.

Tianhe Lao Dao nodded again and walked forward again.

......

This old man must have the means to take Fang Junmei to hurry faster, but for some reason, he chose to walk.

Along the way, there are quite a few disciples, guarding everywhere.

When they saw Tianhe Lao Dao, they all raised their voices to meet the sect master, and when their eyes swept over Fang Jun's eyebrows, they shot envious and abnormal eyes.

Fang Junmei is not an ignorant boy who has no experience in the world, and he can roughly guess why they envy him, and he can't help but look forward to the future even more.

For himself and the Taoyuan Sword Sect, Tianhe Lao Dao is not in a hurry to introduce it for the time being, and there will be time in the future.

Walking and walking, Tianhe Lao Dao's brows furrowed, as if he had found something, and after his steps were fixed, he didn't say anything, and still walked forward.

After walking for most of the tea, the two entered a large hall.

This hall is not too gorgeous, but it is unusually simple, it seems to have been some very old, the walls are slightly barged, and there are many green vine-like plants crawling.

After entering it, a statue of about ten zhang high, the first to imprint into the eye, is a very fairy style of the old way, a Taoist robe is fluttering, the body is carrying a long sword, the eyes are looking straight ahead, the carving is lifelike.

Under the statue, there are eight or nine figures of different men and women, mostly middle-aged and elderly.

Seeing the arrival of the two, their eyes fell on Fang Junmei's body and looked at them carefully.

A gray-robed man with a rough temperament and a lot of murderous intent on his body nodded first, then walked up with a big laugh, saluted to the old road of Tianhe, and said: "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang, for finding another good material for our Taoyuan Sword Sect, my disciples of Chaoyang Peak, all of them are not successful, this kid will come to teach, and he will not be buried!"

This person looked like he was smiling, and after he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Tianhe Lao Dao to agree, and grabbed Fang Junmei with a big hand, looking at the posture, as if he was going to snatch Fang Junmei and run!

"Mess with what!"

Tianhe Lao Dao snorted with a straight face, flicked his fingers, and the gray-robed man hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Senior Brother Tianfeng, you have a hot temperament, and the disciples you teach are all murderous, so brave and ruthless, this kid enters your door, and I don't know what he will be like in the future, of course, it is best to cultivate with me. ”

The second person came, a thin monk like a bamboo, dressed in a black robe, with a somewhat gloomy aura, and between his eyebrows, he felt that no one should approach.

"Senior Brother Tianzhu, what are you kidding!"

The hot-tempered Tianfeng Daoist was still smiling just now, and in a blink of an eye, he turned his face and scolded: "Look at this kid, he has a righteous face, masculine like fire, and he has entered your door, is he going to cultivate into the next gloomy ghost?"

When he said this, even Fang Junmei's handsome face was a little hot.

"What a spooky thing!"

Tianzhu Dao people were also provoked to anger, and said gloomily: "You can't even beat me, what qualifications do you have to be his master?"

"Two senior brothers, on my peak, most of them are female cultivators, and they just lack some masculinity, so this son is the best to enter my door!"

There are nuns who also do.

"Otherwise, there are only two or three small fish under my door, and I don't even have half of the qualifications, so the senior brother has mercy, so let this kid enter my door." ”

The fourth person spoke, with a bit of crying in his voice, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

“......”

“......”

Several other people are also competing one after another.

The scene was lively, and all kinds of situations were vibrant.

For the first time, Fang Junmei knew that he was so sought-after.

In fact, he didn't know that the flaws in his casual flower sword technique had spread in the Peach Blossom Garden, and the Metropolitan Dao Sect Master had brought a sword genius back.

A large number of disciples are envious and jealous. There are even some old people who have not been to Luofu Mountain, and after asking for details, they are ready to accept him as an apprentice. When he was asleep, the threshold of Tianhe Old Dao was about to be broken by these people.

Looking at the scene of this vegetable market in the world, only chicken feathers and rotten vegetable leaves flying around, Tianhe Lao Dao's face became darker and darker.

"Shut up!"

There was a loud shout, like thunder.

In the main hall, it finally quieted down, and several other people looked dumbfounded.

Tianhe Lao Dao swept everyone one by one, and said with a majestic and indifferent expression: "No one has to fight, this kid, enter my door, it's so decided!"

Arbitrary.

A few other people, listening to the face of the tear, some people were silent, some people did not buy his account, that day the wind Taoist voice faintly said: "Senior brother, you already have Gu Xijin under your seat, and you still want to fight for this kid, isn't it too greedy?"

"That's it!"

Seeing that the people of Tianfeng Dao refuted, the others didn't care about the majesty of Tianhe Old Dao.

"If the senior brother is determined to rob this kid, he will give us the pity today. ”

......

In the main hall, the controversy started again, this was the first time Fang Junmei heard Gu Xijin's name.

Seeing that the controversy broke out again, as soon as the junior brothers and sisters were turned against the sky, Tianhe Lao Dao's face was dark, and he felt that he needed to take out some prestige of the master, so he wanted to drink again.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the main hall.

"Uncle Zhang, uncles and aunts, you seem to have forgotten that you still owe us a disciple of Fudo Peak!"

It is a young man's voice, warm and abnormal, not impatient, not fast or slow, like clear flowing water, comfortable and abnormal in the ear.