On the platform of Chiyan Peak, a long-haired monk dressed in a purple Taoist robe and wearing a pure yang scarf stood in the wind, looking at the mountains under the sunset, his face was calm, his eyes were far away, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sunset fell on his body, the mountain breeze was slight, and his clothes were fluttering, which was quite a bit of fairy wind and bones.

I don't know how long it took, a slight sound of footsteps sounded behind him, and the long-haired monk didn't look back, and asked softly, "How is the situation with Senior Brother?"

The person behind him was the gray-robed man, who sighed lightly when he heard this, and said helplessly: "It's not that virtue yet, to be honest, this time he can promise the senior brother in charge to take over this chore, which is already very surprising to me." ”

"There is no way, and he can only use this method to slowly return his mind to cultivation. The long-haired monk groaned slightly, and said with some emotion, "I think at the beginning, I grew up watching the legend of my senior brother, breaking through the tenth layer of qi refining at the age of eighteen, building the foundation at the age of twenty, and stepping into the middle stage in less than forty years. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that he has gradually entered the wrong path over the years, I am afraid that he has already broken through the realm, so why should I and other senior brothers worry. ”

The gray-robed man was silent for a while, and suddenly said with some doubts: "Senior Brother in charge, with his temperament, even if he agrees to take over this matter, there will inevitably be omissions in the middle that arise from unfamiliar worldliness, so you can rest assured that he will test those new disciples alone?"

"Of course he's not alone. The long-haired monk was dumbfounded, shook his head and said, "In that water pavilion, there is also a family elder who is hiding in the dark, if Senior Brother Li is messing around, that one will naturally not be able to sit by." ”

"I see, I said, how could senior brother be so confident. The gray-robed man was a little stunned, and after a moment of silence, he spoke, "I don't know how Senior Brother plans to assign the scattered cultivators recruited by the Mountain Gate to Zhufeng this time?"

The long-haired monk said a little indifferently: "I don't have any plans, to be honest, the scale of the mountain gate opening this time is too small, except for the monk with the body of nightmares, Zhu Feng is not very interested in the other disciples at all,"

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Outside the water pavilion, there is silence.

Fang Nan watched the last figure of the loose cultivator step onto the plank road, and after disappearing into the side door, he turned around, consciously walked into the water pavilion, and sat down on the futon.

Originally, he was worried that under this rather strange method of asking the mind, his origin and identity would be exposed, but after the conversation of the previous few people, he also understood that the other party did not pay much attention to this matter at all, and it was often over in a few words, and the focus of the question was also on whether the beginner disciple had other thoughts.

As for the old woman, the white-eyed young man asked one more question about whether the other party could skillfully refine the middle-level magic weapon, and after receiving a positive response, he waved his sleeve robe and punched the token phantom into the old woman's body, letting her leave.

On the other side of Zhang Xuwai, the white-eyed young man smiled slightly and bowed his head lightly at him.

Fang Nan nodded, feeling inexplicably at ease.

Speaking of which, the "Uncle Lishi" in front of him looks delicate and handsome, and there is a sense of dust that Fang Nan has never seen before, obviously with a profound but extremely kind attitude, even Fang Nan can't help but feel a little close to him out of thin air, as if he is getting along with an old friend for many years.

"Name, realm?"

The opening scene was still these two questions, and as soon as Fang Nan thought about it, before he could react, his mouth answered it by itself.

As soon as the words came out, Fang Nan's heart felt a slight chill, although he was already prepared for this scene, the feeling that his body was out of his control was still not very comfortable, which made him subconsciously frown.

The white-eyed young man seemed to be used to seeing this kind of reaction, and after smiling nonchalantly, he asked Jiang Guyue the same questions before.

Fang Nan chose to enter the Yuqing Sect, originally to improve the realm, and without distractions, there was naturally no problem in answering.

The final question involved his talisman making skills, but fortunately, the white-eyed boy only asked him if he could really keep the success rate above sixty percent, and after getting the confirmed answer, he smiled with satisfaction and punched the token phantom into his body.

This made Fang Nan very happy.

You know, after he transformed his soul power into soul flames, he tried it, and he was still able to maintain a success rate of more than ninety percent when making those low-level talismans that he was already proficient in.

If the white-eyed young man directly asked him how much success rate he could have, Fang Nankou couldn't help but tell the real answer, but he was afraid that it would scare people if it was spread out.

When he first entered the sect, he didn't want to be the focus of attention of others, in the case of a low realm, it was better to keep a low profile in everything, the success rate of ninety percent was too exaggerated, but sixty percent was already quite good, enough for Yuqingzong to take a fancy to him and include himself in the door.

Outside of the Yunhai ban before, Fang Nan had hidden something from the gray-robed monk, and it was precisely because of this.

Of course, Fang Nan also doubted that with such a lazy temperament as a white-eyed young man, he would really take the success rate of ninety percent seriously, it is estimated that in the eyes of this person, as long as he is qualified to worship the sect, there is no difference between sixty percent and ninety percent.

After getting up and saluting respectfully to the unfathomable foundation building monk in front of him, Fang Nan withdrew from the water pavilion, walked along the plank road, stepped over the tattered wooden planks, and headed towards the side door.

Before stepping into the threshold, Fang Nan looked back at the water pavilion, but saw the white-eyed young man stretching his waist, yawning and standing up, looking like he had finally made a difference, and then shook his robe, and a simple and elegant guqin appeared in front of the futon.

The slender ten fingers fell on the strings, and the white-eyed young man lowered his head and adjusted the sound of the piano very seriously.

Suddenly, remembering what the gray-robed monk had said before, Fang Nan's eyes moved slightly, and after looking thoughtfully for a while, he shook his head and turned around, fell with one foot, and disappeared into the door.

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Passing through a long corridor with dark light, there is a gate that is a foot high in front of you, and there is an ever-bright lamp on each side, and the green flame is faint, making it much brighter here.

On the other side of the door, there was the huge hall that Fang Nan passed through when he came, as soon as he entered, a blue-robed disciple standing at the door noticed him, took a few steps to greet him, and said with a smile to Fang Nan: "This is also a new junior brother, in the future, I will be the same junior brother, in the lower fir, I have been waiting here for a long time." ”

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Thank you for the support of "Mo Yuning" and "Leng Leng Qinqing". The first update,These two chapters have been in a state of cardin.,The subtle change in the protagonist's mentality is a little difficult to write.,Plus buried some branch foreshadowing.,Resulting in a bit of verbose writing.,The style of writing also has a tendency to deviate.,Uh,My pot,Or send it out first.,Go back and refine it again.,After this small plot.,The protagonist is stabilized in Yuqingzong.,After that, it will be a lot smoother.。