When they woke up the next day, Zhu Wuzhao and Gu Sheng found themselves lying on the bed, Zhu Wuzhao patted Gu Sheng: "It's really funny, man, you got me back!" Gu Sheng was also very strange: "I thought you got me back......" The two were dumbfounded: Could it be the sloppy old Taoist priest? Gu Sheng frowned when he thought of his Taoist robe, which was full of greasy stains and couldn't distinguish the color, and his clothes were stuck together.

And over there, Zhu Wuzhao had already gotten up: "Let's go, let's go out and have a look, if we don't work for a day, I'm afraid we will be punished." Gu Sheng also secretly said that it was not good, and the two of them hurriedly washed up, except to find Senior Brother Weiming. Although the senior brother takes good care of everyone, the punishment for violators is also very severe. Zhu Wuzhao was often punished and was deeply impressed by this.

The two of them came to the door of Senior Brother Weiming, who was the only disciple who lived with the servants, which was directly related to his closed door and his ability to not improve. Obviously, the Wuwei Sword Sect has also given up on him, and they don't expect him to achieve anything, as long as they can command these servants well.

"Senior brother!" Zhu Wuzhao called outside, and Wei Ming said inside, "Come in." The two walked in, Senior Brother Weiming's expression was a little wrong today, and the two of them were nervous, not knowing what punishment would be given today. "Sit down. Unclear did not mean to punish them, the two were a little stunned, looked at each other and did not dare to sit down. "Sit down, we'll see each other in the future, I'm afraid it's not so easy. "It's a little sad.

"Senior brother!" Zhu Wuzhao knelt on the ground with a thud, and burst into tears: "Senior brother, give us another chance, I promise that I will never do it again in the future, and I will never be lazy, please don't drive us down the mountain! Please talk to the uncles and let us go once!" Gu Sheng was also stunned for a moment, could it really be that because of this drunkenness, he expelled them from the division?

Wei Mingqiang smiled: "Okay, get up." Who said that they were going to expel you from the sect?" Zhu Wuzhao was stunned: "Then, what do you mean?" You said that it is not easy to meet...... "Wei Ming sighed: "The uncles have already ordered that the mountain gate be reopened tomorrow, you two and Lu Tao are about to become disciples, and tomorrow is the day when you will apprentice, teach and officially include in the door wall, but it will be difficult to meet in the future......"

Zhu Wuzhao didn't listen to all his words, he was already cheering: "Hahaha! This day has finally come, I can learn immortal arts, oh my God, turning stones into gold, one day I will practice to become a ......" Unclear identity and status, although the entry time is very early, but because of the closed door, the skill has been stagnant, it can be said that among the disciples of the Wuwei Sword Sect, the lowest skill. Despite his efforts, nothing has been done. The other disciples were reluctant to associate with him, and during the period of managing the servants, he also offended some of the later disciples because of his uprightness. The situation is the same as Lu Tao. These disciples often secretly made things difficult for him, so even if he went to the top every morning to breathe purple qi, he would distance himself from the other disciples and not go to see them, so as not to cause trouble. So he said that it would not be easy to meet in the future.

Zhu Wuzhao's excitement and ecstasy are in stark contrast to the gloomy sadness of the unknown, every time he sends away a few servants, he will sigh in his heart, although he has always been firm and never gave up, but seeing that one by one of his servants has become official disciples, learned superior immortal arts, and his skills are getting higher and higher than himself, in his heart, he can't say that there is no idea of complaining about God's injustice.

Gu Sheng noticed Weiming's expression, he walked over and took Weiming's hand and said, "Don't worry, one day, you can also become a sword immortal and crisscross the world!" Weiming smiled reluctantly: "You go back and prepare, after the morning class tomorrow, it will be the ceremony to open the mountain gate." ”

This night, Zhu Wuzhao was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep, he stretched out his foot and kicked Gu Sheng on the bed next to him: "Hey, Gu Sheng, have you slept?" Gu Sheng didn't react, he pillowed his hands under his head, looked at the ceiling and said to himself: "Okay, now I've finally become an official disciple, you don't know, I learned the fairy method, the immortal has a magical spell, a little on the stone, the stone will turn into gold! Haha, when the time comes, I must learn this trick, and when I go home in the future, light a lot of gold and bring it back." I guess my father's face must be very good-looking, he is vigorously preaching what kind of useless theory of cultivating immortals, this time I want him to see, I can point out the gold that he can't earn back in his life with just a stick of incense!" Zhu Wuzhao heard a snoring sound next to him, and he was excited, and he suddenly felt disappointed. He shouted Gu Sheng twice, but there was no reaction at all, so he had to turn over and prepare to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, he was still so excited that he couldn't sleep, and turned over again: "Gu Sheng, I said that the elixir of the gods can cure all diseases, and when the time comes, we will refine a furnace of pills, if the emperor is sick, we will give him one, cure him, and then ask a prime minister to be the ......."

Not to mention that Weiming sent Gu Sheng and Zhu Wuzhao away, he felt uncomfortable, and sat alone in the room for half an hour. He stood up, pushed the door open, and walked out.

After the Yanyu Peak, halfway up the mountainside is the preaching cliff and the preaching mound, here it is not clear that he can't enter, he went around a circle, came to a section of the cliff below. This cliff is actually a large rock sticking out of the mountain, which is very abrupt. The boulder is suspended in the air, stretching out of the mountain peak for more than ten meters, and the clouds and mist under the stone are deep and bottomless. On one side of the boulder, there is an old tree with coiled roots, and the old tree does not know how many years it has lived, and the open tree umbrella can cover a radius of more than ten zhang. The branches are lush all year round, and as if she were a companion of the stone, she also stretched out the largest branch to the outside of the cliff and covered it with the stone to protect it from the wind and rain.

This is an unknown refuge port, whenever you are in a bad mood. He likes to sit here alone, overlooking the eight thousand miles of Wanren Mountain, watching the changes in the smoke and clouds in the distance, as ethereal and uncertain as his own future. Here is the back mountain, and there are preaching cliffs and preaching mounds on top, and few people have set foot in them, so no one has ever discovered this small world that is unknown. Today, he sat cross-legged on this boulder again, and the smoke clouds under the boulder rolled erratically, as if to herald today's extraordinary. Tomorrow, three more servants will become official disciples, and they will no longer be used as servants for their chores, and he is the only one in this sect who does chores. For decades, although he understood that his qualifications were too poor, but he had never extinguished the flame of hope in his heart, he thought to himself an old saying: diligence can make up for clumsiness, and his daily efforts are several times that of others, and he has never given up for decades, but three years have passed, and there are new disciples, and his situation has not changed at all.

The mood is gloomy, as biting as the cold wind in the middle of the mountain. He let out a long sigh, and a wave of melancholy came over her, and she collapsed on the stone.

The blue sky is full of white clouds, but the mood is not as cheerful as the weather. At this moment, a sharp and strange voice came from under the boulder: "Little Taoist, for decades, you have always come here to sigh, but why?" Wei Ming was startled, and suddenly stood up and looked left and right: "Who? Who is talking to me?" The shrill voice said again: "What's the fuss? I see that you have been pitiful for decades, and ordinary people want to talk to the old man, but I don't bother to talk to him." This time, the direction of the voice was not clearly distinguished: "You, are you down there?" "Yes, tell the old man, what is your sadness?"

Wei Ming is still wary in his heart, this person's voice is strange, it doesn't look like a good person, besides, it is really hard to believe that such an inexplicable and wonderful appearance appears. "Who are you, how long have you been lurking here?" the voice said angrily, "You think I'd like to stay here......" He knew he was speechless, and immediately stopped. "Oh, so you're being suppressed here?" Suddenly, the voice said angrily: "If it weren't for the deception of the old man back then, I would be dignified...... How could I end up like this!" "Zhenfan, I was the founder of the Sword Sect at that time!" Wei Ming remembered, and suddenly exclaimed. "That's right, he tricked me into the Yan, and used this Yanyu Peak to condense the aura of heaven and earth for thousands of years to suppress me, otherwise with his Taoism, I would have ...... a long time ago" The voice did not continue, and it was not clear why he was here.

"The most hateful thing is that he actually planted a sky-shading pine on me, blocking my passage to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, for thousands of years, I haven't made an inch, it's really annoying to me!" Wei Ming also smiled, he was deeply overwhelmed by the cleverness of his ancestors. "Okay, little Taoist, tell me about you, why do you always come here after a while and sigh?" The voice didn't want to mention his own affairs again, he never confided in anyone, and for many years, he did have enough other things in his heart, and now this suppressed person may never come out, even if he knows that he can't go around preaching, he will tell all his experience like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

After saying the last sentence, Wei Ming let out a long breath, and his heart was full of joy that he had never felt before. After listening to the voice, he was silent for a long time, and then he felt a powerful force that he had never experienced before invade from under the stone he was standing on, and instantly swam around his body, and before he could resist, or before he had the idea of resisting, the force had already penetrated his whole body and shrank back.

"It turned out to be a closed household, little Taoist, no one told you why your qualifications are so poor, right?" Wei Ming was stunned for a moment and asked, "You mean, I am a closed door and no pulse?" "Why, you also know this kind of pulse?" Wei Ming naturally knew that no matter what, he had also been in the Wuwei Sword Sect for decades. When I heard the news, I didn't know that the heart that had never stopped burning suddenly went out.