Everyone's shock fell on the gray-robed monk's eyes, he nodded with satisfaction, his eyes fell into the distance, and he didn't say anything more, with a slight urge in his heart, the speed of the flying sword under his feet suddenly became a little faster. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After about a cup of tea, the flying sword finally stopped on a giant peak on the east side, and when it was still hundreds of zhang high from the ground, Fang Nan and the others obviously felt that the aura around them was stagnant, as if they had passed through an invisible huge magic circle.

"This is the Red Flame Peak, one of the seven peaks of my Jade Qing Sect, like the rest of the peaks, there is a ban on flying on the mountain, except for the monks above the foundation, ordinary disciples are absolutely not allowed to use flying spirit weapons on the peaks. ”

The gray-robed monk seemed to be in a much better mood because he had completed his task, and explained with a glance at everyone.

Fang Nan nodded secretly, this rule was very similar to when he was on the Spirit Beast Mountain before, after all, there were many Qi refining disciples in the mountain, if they all had the right to fly at will, it would inevitably look a little chaotic.

In order to save time, the gray-robed monk directly parked the flying sword in front of an extremely majestic attic halfway up the mountainside, and took the lead in landing on a flat white stone platform.

Fang Nan stood firm, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked up and looked ahead.

I saw that the attic in front of me is seven stories high, the vermilion lacquer door at the bottom of the floor suddenly opened, the plaque on it hangs high, the black background is red, the book "Cangsong Pavilion" is three gilded characters, the pen is strong, simple and majestic, a breath of old age is coming, it seems to have been hanging for hundreds of years.

"Let's go, go to the pavilion to be inspected first, and those who pass will be recorded on the spot, even if you officially enter the door, as for which peak you will be assigned to in the future, someone will inform you." ”

The gray-robed monk gave a faint order, and walked towards the stone steps in front of the attic, and the few people behind him glanced at each other, not daring to delay the slightest, and hurriedly followed.

The moment before stepping into the attic door, the gray-robed monk seemed to remember something, his eyes fell on the old woman and Fang Nan, and he squinted his eyes and said: "Put the ugliness in front first, both of you relied on miscellaneous learning to get in, and when the time comes, if you find that you have been deceived, it will not be as simple as expelling from the mountain gate." ”

Noticing the flickering cold glint in the gray-robed monk's eyes, Fang Nan's heart froze, and he immediately understood that his people had already entered the Yuqing Mountain Range and saw the real sect scene, if they failed to meet the requirements for making an exception, they were afraid that it would not be so easy to walk out of the mountain gate again, and at least their memories would be erased.

Seeing that the two of them nodded, the gray-robed monk turned around and led everyone into the threshold.

"Hiss......"

As soon as they entered the gate, several casual cultivators all gasped.

I saw that this attic ground floor of an ordinary height from the outside world was only an ordinary height, and there were dozens of zhang wide inside, and even the height was more than ten zhang high, far beyond everyone's expectations.

The whole huge hall was empty, silent, and in it, one could only feel the insignificance of oneself.

And in front of the main hall, there is an extremely wide ancient painting. In the painting, there is a long man in a green shirt, with a weak left hand and a weak right hand, with a faint halo behind his head, which escapes and makes it difficult to see his face.

Fang Nan just glanced at it, and his heart was shocked, and a sense of chaos arose out of thin air in the depths of the spiritual platform.

Fortunately, in the next moment, an almost transparent light blue flame in the sea of consciousness suddenly swept away, and Fang Nan only felt that his divine consciousness seemed to have been burned, and he actually regained consciousness in an instant.

After the vision returned to normal, Fang Nan subconsciously wanted to look at both sides, but found that the three casual cultivators, including the old woman, were all looking at the portrait with a confused face.

The gray-robed monk had been watching everyone's reactions calmly, but when he saw Fang Nan recover so quickly, he was slightly stunned and looked at him in surprise.

After a while, the rest of the people also came to their senses, and when they realized what had just happened, they all looked away with trepidation, and their faces were full of fear.

Seeing this, the gray-robed monk smiled noncommittally, and without explanation, went straight to the depths of the huge hall.

On both sides of the wall in front of him, there was a side door with a height of a few feet, and just when the gray-robed monk was halfway through with Fang Nan and the others, several blue-robed Qi refining disciples ran out of the small door on the left.

Seeing this, the gray-robed monk's eyes narrowed, and he stopped for a moment.

Several blue-robed disciples came to the front and bowed to the gray-robed monk in unison, and a tall young man with a strange appearance stepped forward and said respectfully: "Senior Uncle Yun, I am already waiting in front of the cloud stack when I leave my master, and I ask my uncle to go over." ”

"Got it. ”

The gray-robed monk bowed slightly, and after pondering for a while, he asked again, "How about the batch of disciples sent by your Senior Uncle Wang before, have they all passed the inspection?" ”

"Uncle Hui, there are no problems, they have all passed, now Uncle Zhang and Uncle Wang have left, and the distribution after that will be decided after the head of the master is out of the customs. ”

The strange-looking young man arched his hand when he heard this, nodded and said.

"Well, in that case, let's go first. ”

The gray-robed monk waved his hand, and those blue-robed disciples all merged into the scattered cultivation behind him with great understanding, and followed towards the side door on the left.

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On the water pavilion three or four zhang wide, cold and empty, a figure in simple clothes and a shawl with long hair sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and the breath on his body was like nothing, ethereal and diluted, like a fugue wandering out of the world.

Outside the water pavilion, the clear spring water gurgled by, and from time to time a thumb-sized golden koi jumped up, "poof", broken silver splashed, sparkling, and fell into the spring without a trace.

More than ten zhang away, there is a narrow plank road made of wooden planks, stretching dozens of zhang long, the planks are mostly damaged, after a moment of breeze, footsteps sounded from far and near, and a group of people led by the gray-robed monk appeared in front of the plank road.

After the strange-looking young man bowed down and said something to the gray-robed monk, he led the blue-robed disciples out of this place.

For a while, in this secluded place like a paradise behind the side door, there were only six figures left.

His eyes fell on the bearded monk, and the corners of the gray-robed monk's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a bit of subtle sarcasm.

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