He Miaomiao got off the flying boat and stood on the wide platform, letting the mountain wind blow and fly, feeling the fresh fragrance of the surrounding plants and trees.

On both sides of the platform, there are two large stone pillars, carved dragons and phoenixes are quite exquisite, but there is no pure wind of cultivation.

There is a huge stone plaque inlaid above the stone pillar, and the words "Heshan faction" are engraved on the ground with dragons flying and phoenixes, and everyone is standing under this stone plaque, waiting for the two elders to speak.

Wang Muzhi's face was like frost, her eyes were like cold stars, and her plain white veil was swaying in the wind, making her look even colder. She stood in front of her and looked at everyone, and waited until it was completely quiet before she slowly spoke:

"You have been doing loose cultivation outside for many years, and you are used to being careless and difficult to control, after entering the sect, you will first go to the miscellaneous palace to do things, and if you are lucky and meritorious in the future, you will be assigned to the outer gate as appropriate. ”

Everyone was dissatisfied in their hearts, not because they were going to the Miscellaneous Servants Hall to do things, but because they couldn't get used to Wang Muzhi's high-minded appearance and the tone of disdain for casual cultivation.

Although everyone has been in the harsh environment for many years, and when they meet high-level monks, they are also low-minded and small, and they are extremely skilled in bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, but as long as they have a little heart, they still can't be looked down upon.

What's more, Wang Muzhi's most beautiful appearance in the Lingnan Mountains made the well-informed cultivators couldn't help but sneer in their hearts.

Most of the monks are clear-eyed, even if they have a little ordinary appearance, they will never be crooked melons and cracked dates. And there are many beauties in the world of cultivating immortals, although they are not everywhere, but they are not rare.

He Miaomiao's thoughts were similar to everyone else's, she glanced at Wang Muzhi who was looking into the distance with her chin slightly raised, and rolled her eyes in her heart.

She couldn't help but recall the gorgeous He Yanxin, whose eyebrows were delicate and charming, which made people look at it intoxicatingly, not to mention that she was as demure as a flower shining on the water, and her actions were like the wind supporting the willows.

They are all high-level monks, and the naturalness revealed in their every move is not comparable to Wang Muzhi, who deliberately pretends to be with a straight face and a cold voice.

Wang Muzhi's coldness revealed too many impurities, without holiness and purity. It's like using this coldness to disguise the essence of no one in his eyes.

"Elder Wang, Elder Feng, the juniors are late, please forgive the two elders!"

A white-haired old man in the early stage of foundation building came galloping from behind, and people couldn't help but worry about him, for fear that the old bone would not be able to withstand such a big move, as if it might fall apart at any time.

Wang Muzhi's eyes were displeased, and his tone was even more light: "If the Miscellaneous Servant Hall is so busy, then I will transfer another steward to help you." ”

The white-haired old man immediately bowed his waist and bowed, and apologized more than once: "The elder forgives the sin! The junior swears that he will never delay for half a minute in the future!"

"Hmph!" Wang Muzhi snorted lightly, and only then did he put down the matter under Feng Xiao's persuasion, and said to everyone: "This is the steward of the Miscellaneous Servant Palace, Yang... Yang..."

"The junior is called Yang Qingshan!"

Wang Muzhi showed embarrassment, and everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

"You arrange it yourself!Otherwise, you will be asked!" She shook her long sleeves, brought a burst of coercion, and slammed the few people who laughed the most to the ground, before she and Feng Xiao went up with their swords and left the mountain gate platform.

Yang Qingshan coughed dryly a few times, suppressed the sneer that was about to overflow his throat, and then commanded everyone:

"You each step forward and report your spiritual roots, age, name, and what you are good at, and I will assign them one by one according to the mountain. ”

As soon as the words fell, a girl in a pink dress immediately stepped forward, and her eager appearance did not match the cowardly voice at all:

"I've seen my seniors. My name is Wei Yunge, the four spiritual roots of gold, wood, water and soil, sixteen this year, and I have learned talisman making for a while. I am the daughter of Wei Changfeng, the city lord of Huaquan City..."

He Miaomiao looked at the sky speechlessly.

killed one of Wei Changfeng's daughters, and formed an indissoluble relationship with another, and I don't know if it was a crime with the surname Wei.

Wei Yunge is the female cultivator who shouts "Daoyou help" all the time, He Miaomiao found her figure as early as when she boarded the boat, but Bai Muhe, who went to seek revenge, was nowhere to be found.

She didn't know if the two of them had fought, and she didn't know if Bai Muhe had fallen in the forest or hadn't had time to come out.

Although it was a pity to see that she decided to leave to seek revenge, after all, it was just a nodding friend, and she would not pay too much attention to it.

It's just that he didn't expect that Wei Yunge, who was only on the seventh floor of qi refining, would come out of the trial site in the late stage of qi refining with dignity without any signs of injury.

"The thief is really eccentric, this kind of person can live, so can the rest of the thousands of monks be swallowed alive by Yushan?"

Just as she was thinking wildly, she heard Yang Qingshan slap the table, interrupting Wei Yunge's gushing words of praise.

"Fu Feng. Next!"

Wei Yunge saw that he didn't care about what he said, and didn't seem to hear that Wei Changfeng was her father at all, and his smile suddenly couldn't hold back. But she reacted quickly, thanked her softly, and performed a worldly salute with Nana, which was very eye-catching.

When she stood aside, the crowd lined up in two columns and stepped forward. Since everyone didn't have a city lord's father, and they didn't want to slap the old man, the progress was getting faster and faster, and it wasn't long before it was He Miaomiao's turn.

"He Miaomiao, twenty-one, the four spiritual roots of gold, wood, fire and earth, have been an alchemy apprentice. ”

"Danfeng. Next!"

"He Quanling, twenty-two, five spirit roots, has been an apprentice of talisman making. ”

"Fu Feng. Next!"

......

In the end, among the eighty-six monks, only eight were assigned to the four peaks of Dan, Fu, Qi, and Array to do things, and the rest were all assigned to the Miscellaneous Service Hall to do more complicated and trivial things.

He Quanling's aura exuded dissatisfaction, staring at Wei Yunge who came to talk, eager to slash down with a sword.

He Miaomiao gloated on the side for a while, and when she saw Danfeng coming to answer, she passed on to him: "Be careful in everything, and we'll see you in the previous paragraph." ”

He Quanling silently watched her leave, and then went straight past Wei Yunge, who was still close to him, and changed his position to stand and wait.

"Fellow Daoist... Oh no, Senior Brother, did Senior Sister say the wrong thing? Did you make Senior Brother unhappy?" Wei Yunge bit her lip timidly, not knowing why Quan Ling bullied her.

"Senior brother, if the junior sister does something wrong, please let the senior brother say it clearly!"

"Senior brother?"

"Senior brother, you speak. ”

He Quanling's face was expressionless, and he looked like he was not approaching, so that the scattered cultivators who were watching the excitement around couldn't help but snicker.

"Isn't it the illegitimate daughter of the Acropolis Lord? ”

"Hehe, if I were that fellow Daoist, I would kill her with a knife. ”

"Poor fellow Daoist, he was assigned to a peak..."

The ridicule of everyone reached Wei Yunge's ears word for word, and his eyes darkened, but he instantly regained his weak appearance, and turned his head to glare at the monks, without any deterrence at all.

At this moment, a tenth-level Qi Refining Cultivator walked slowly, stood not far away and said to this side, "Fu Feng's, follow me!"