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In Shu, Yuan has already seen the three major immortal gates of Shushan, Qingcheng, and Cihangzhai, if Fang Yuan is not mistaken, it seems that the Jade Girl Sect is also in this Shu.

Now that I think about it, Shu is really amazing, it is really a good place for a person to excel, and the immortal gate that occupies almost half of the world.

Thinking of Cihang Zhai, Fang Yuan thought of Lin Xue, so that his heart was a little itchy, but Fang Yuan used Qin Guan's sour words to comfort himself, if the two love for a long time, how could they be in the twilight of the dynasty, but Fang Yuan's thoughts were also shameless.

Fang Yuan felt that the friendship with Lin Xue had surpassed the pure revolutionary friendship, but neither of them had ever expressed their hearts, and what Fang Yuan envied was such a tranquil and elegant feeling, you and I knew it without breaking it, it was a very wonderful and wonderful feeling.

So with the sweetness that the wailing dead fat man couldn't understand, they embarked on a journey back to the Holy Dao Sect.

Where did the dead fat man experience the feeling of flying, from screaming to foaming at the mouth, but later he found that foaming at the mouth did not solve the problem, but caused the hand holding the ankle to slowly loosen.

One by one, the white clouds kept brushing his cheeks, and the magnificent and beautiful mountains of Shu under his feet did not stop passing under his feet, and the fat man's face was cooled by a drop of cool water, and at this time he naturally had no time to care about where the water droplets came from? Where did they go? Why was it so cold? In short, he was awake, and that was enough.

He noticed that his grip on his ankle had become a little loose, and he quickly grabbed it, and in order to prevent himself from falling, he simply continued to grasp it with his other hand.

The fat man looked at Fang Yuan tremblingly, and spoke with great difficulty, he couldn't ignore the Gang Feng that poured into his mouth in the air, he said inarticulately: "You are indeed an immortal, this is a magical power that only an immortal can have." ”

In the eyes of ordinary people, if you can fly, you are an immortal, whether you are flying with a sword, or flying on auspicious clouds, in short, you are an immortal if you can fly.

In the eyes of the fat man, Fang Yuan was an immortal, even if he had just entered Qingcheng, thinking of this fat man, he felt that it was not right, he looked at the sun on his head that seemed to have become bigger because he was in the air, and estimated the direction in his heart.

After finishing the calculation, he spoke again: "Where are you going? This is not the direction of Qingcheng? Could it be that you were sent on a mission as soon as you entered Qingcheng? But you are really a genius, you are already able to fly just after entering Qingcheng." ”

The general meaning of what the fat man said was why Qingcheng sent him, a disciple who had just started to do so, to carry out the mission, as if some said that Qingcheng was inhumane, but due to the wind in the air, the fat man spoke intermittently, so it didn't sound very clear.

Hearing this, Fang Yuan wanted to laugh a little, which immortal sect disciple on the first day of worship could compete with flying birds in the air without making a flying sword, and which immortal sect dared to let him go thousands of miles to perform the task of the sect on the first day of disciple worship, all of this seemed to be a mistake like common sense, but the fat man didn't understand.

Fang Yuan casually waved a True Yuan, and the True Yuan lingered around the fat man's mouth, wrapping his head, and finally becoming a transparent eggshell.

The fat man looked at all this curiously, his breathing was steady, and there was no wind into his nose, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his face, wanting to touch the mysterious eggshell, but he didn't touch anything, so he silently praised it from the bottom of his heart: "The immortal family's methods are powerful." ”

Seeing what the fat man did on the auspicious clouds was exactly the same as when he was taken up the mountain by his master, there was something called nostalgia in his heart, which made Fang Yuan start to think about whether his master was doing well in the sky.

Whether or not you are bullied by others, this is extremely important, the Earth Immortal Realm has three flowers through the thunder disaster, it is the body of the immortals, this kind of strength is invincible in the Nether, but Fang Yuan guessed that this realm is not the lowest in the Heavenly Realm, I am afraid it is also very low, and it is still very likely to be bullied.

Looking at Fang Yuan's melancholy face, the fat man couldn't help but sigh again, this immortal even looked melancholy.

After thinking about it for a long time, he hadn't answered the fat man's question yet, he looked at the fat man and said, "I can explain your question in just one sentence, I am not a disciple of Qingcheng, I just went to Qingcheng as a guest (blackmail)." ”

It's just that the head of Qingcheng was a little too generous, so that Fang Yuan's blackmail plan had already succeeded before it was carried out.

Everything the immortal said was right, when Fang Yuan spoke, the fat man just nodded again and again, without the slightest doubt, and only after Fang Yuan finished speaking, he opened his mouth and asked: "Immortal, you are not a disciple of Qingcheng, which immortal sect is that, where are you taking me?"

Looking at the question on the fat man's face, Fang Yuan opened his mouth and said, "You have to grab my ankles, and you still ask me where I want to take you?"

Hearing this, the fat man smiled a little embarrassedly, he wanted to let go of his embarrassing hand, but he was afraid of falling from the air.

"Just let go, as long as you don't leave this auspicious cloud, you will definitely not be able to fall. Fang Yuan said.

For 80,000 yuan, it is indeed not good to grab the ankle of an immortal, hearing Fang Yuan say that it is okay to let go, although he has some doubts in his heart, but he still has an inexplicable sense of identity with the immortal's words, so he really carefully let go of his hand.

It's just that he closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was safe and sound on the auspicious clouds, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after relaxing, the fat man remembered that since the young man in front of him was an immortal, then his 80,000 yuan was not good to ask for, and he wanted to scare him and bluff out the 80,000 yuan he lost, but the person in front of him was an immortal.

Thinking of this fat man on the auspicious clouds, he made a sad face, quit his job and went to Qingcheng Mountain to open a gambling game, thinking that he had found a good way to make money, but it turned out like this, where will he go in the future?

"I don't know if you're interested in cultivating immortals?" Fang Yuan looked at the fat man who was frowning on the auspicious clouds, and said to himself very kindly.

Breaking through the Qingcheng Plank Road used by Qingcheng to test meant that the fat man's qualifications must be superior, Fang Yuan couldn't help but recruit disciples for the Holy Dao Sect that seemed to be in danger right now, one more person would have more strength.

Looking at the appearance of the young immortal in front of him and Ai (treacherous smile), the fat man has a feeling of being abducted, although the apparent age of the two seems to be in great contrast, and the painting style of the young man abducting the middle-aged obscene fat man is a little wrong.

"Cultivating immortals?" the fat man muttered, weighing something, "I'm alone, cultivating immortals is nothing, cultivating immortals can also live forever, and there are many benefits." ”

The fat man thought of immortality, leaving saliva, the reason why he didn't think about cultivating immortals in Qingcheng was because the fat man felt that he was a mortal fetus, and he didn't have the kind of qualifications to cultivate immortals, and now the young immortals persuaded him to cultivate immortals, and he also had some yearning in his heart.

In the future, looking for a couple, soaring and galloping in the air, fluttering and enviable, isn't this the fairy couple you yearn for.

The fat man's head nodded like a rattle, he thought that he seemed to have rejected Qingcheng's request to enter the Xianmen in a haze, and he was a little shocked in his heart, fortunately, the young man in front of him was also from the Xianmen, otherwise he really missed it.

"You are so young, do you have the final say in the Xianmen for such a big thing as accepting people?" Although the fat man didn't want to say it, he still stiffened his neck and said this, don't rejoice in the time and space, the young man in front of him doesn't count

"Of course, I'm the sect master," Fang Yuan said disdainfully.

Seeing that the immortal was not angry, but a little disdainful, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief, the immortal naturally would not lie, but such a young person is the sect master, the fat man felt that his immortal path was bleak, but he had to be like this, why did he feel as if he was on a thief ship?

"By the way, what's your name?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

Hearing the name, the fat on the fat man's face shook a few times unconsciously, and he hung his head and said, "If I say it, you are not allowed to laugh." ”

"Of course. Fang Yuan said without hesitation.

"My name is Erfat. ”

After speaking, the second fat stared at Fang Yuan, looking at the smile on Fang Yuan's face, he said with a little annoyance: "You said that you don't laugh, but you still laugh, it's really a loss of immortal style." ”

After a long time, Fang Yuan finally held back a smile and said, "Why do you still have such an ancient name now?"

Fang Yuan felt that it was already very good not to say the "rustic name".

"My surname is two, my name is fat, what's wrong?" the fat man obviously lacked confidence when he said this.

"There are thousands of surnames, and it is not surprising that there are two surnames. ”

Hearing Fang Yuan's surname, it was not strange, and Erfat's face was finally much calmer.

"But how did your parents know that you were going to be fat and named you fat?"

Hearing this, the second fat and fat face instantly froze, so that Fang Yuan was talking about his name, and he didn't pay attention to it anymore.

"You said that you grabbed a stranger's ankle for 80,000 yuan, I really don't know what you think!" Thinking that he was inexplicably caught by his ankle, Fang Yuan was still a little puzzled in his heart.

"Wasn't I anxious at the time! That's 80,000 yuan! Usually my steamed buns are not rancid, and I am reluctant to throw away them!" The fat man seemed to be proud of his frugality.

For the chat between the two, the Great Sage naturally couldn't interject, but just looked at the two people with interest, scratching his head from time to time.

Fang Yuan's auspicious clouds didn't know how long they were in the air, but in the end, Bai Shishan appeared in his eyes again in the fat man's "happy" chat, happy is naturally Fang Yuan, after all, whoever is made fat will not be happy, and he is still really fat.

"This is your immortal gate?" Er Fat looked at the huge immortal gate in front of him, and Fang Yuan's meaning was obviously that he had already arrived at his destination, he always felt that such a young man could become the sect master, it must be an unknown small sect in the mountains, there was only an old Taoist priest and a small Taoist priest on the mountain, such as the leprosy ridge that had been stirred up on the Internet.

But at the moment, this fairy gate seems to be a lot bigger than Qingcheng, although the second fat has not really been to Qingcheng, but the fat man still thinks that this mountain gate is bigger than Qingcheng.

"What's the name of your immortal gate?" asked Er Fat again.

"First of all, this is not my immortal gate, I want to correct your ......"

Regarding the teachings of the immortals, Er Fat put on a teachable appearance and listened carefully.

"This is everyone's immortal gate, and it is the immortal gate of all disciples......"

Erfat just wants to shout, what you said is right, what you say is right.

"In the future, you will also be the master of this immortal gate, and as for the name of the immortal gate, it will be the Holy Dao Sect. ”

Erpang heard that something was wrong, although he was not interested in worshipping the immortal gate before, but it didn't mean that he didn't know about the immortal gate, the name of the Holy Dao Sect was like thunder, he naturally wouldn't know it.

Thinking that this person in front of him was the famous Sect Master of the Holy Dao Sect, Er Fat's heart trembled, and after carefully looking at Fang Yuan, Er Fat lowered his head.

"Yes, it's exactly the same as the photos on the Internet, or even more handsome, why didn't I see it?" The second fat muttered to himself, and then quietly pumped his mouth, naturally he didn't try too hard, plus there was a lot of fat on his face, so outsiders just looked at the fat on his face and shook it.

Thinking of holding the ankle of the young sect master of the famous Holy Dao Sect, the second fat looked at his hands blankly, thinking about whether to wash his hands in the future, after all, these are all hands that have been stained with the breath of immortals, and then he thought that he was about to become an immortal, so his hands still had to be washed.

Greedily smelling between his hands, Er Fat didn't feel that he smelled anything like fairy energy, but there was a breath of foot.

"It's here. Fang Yuan said to the intoxicated Er Fat.

Er Fat heard the voice, then came back to his senses, but saw that it had fallen under a lush red sandalwood tree, as a perennial gambling veteran, Er Fat also knew the red sandalwood tree, and couldn't help but be surprised, you must know that now it is in the north, it is not a distant Shu land, how can such a red sandalwood tree not show strangeness.

"Xianmen is really different from the world. The second fat man stammered.

"Gone. Looking at the Great Sage who had already staggered into the Mixed Yuan Temple, Fang Yuan greeted the second fat.

"Alas. The second fat and neat answered.

Entering the view, Er Fat looked at all kinds of people, all of them respectfully said "Sect Master" to the young man in front of him, and then glanced at him, and then went their separate ways.

"After you go there to report, you can officially become a disciple of the Holy Dao Sect. Fang Yuan pointed to a place where a Saint Dao Sect disciple was on duty and said.

"Hmm. The second fat answered, and walked in front of the Holy Dao Sect disciple by himself, Fang Yuan was watching from the side.

"Wake up, wake up. The second fat patted the square table in front of the disciple of the Holy Dao Sect.

The square table was slapped with a loud bang by his big fat hand, waking up the dozing disciples at the registration office.

"Hey, someone has registered. The disciple at the registration office thought about it first, but then he was a little angry by the action of the second fat slapping the table, "Since you have entered my immortal gate, you naturally want to eliminate the anger of the vulgar, is it because you are afraid that I don't know?"

The second fat didn't care, stretched his thumb back, pointed at Fang Yuan and said, "I was personally introduced by your sect master. ”

This is a bit of a big flag and a tiger skin.

The disciple at the registration office looked in the direction of his finger, and the sect master was really looking, and hurriedly and respectfully registered.

Fang Yuan shook his head speechlessly, and went to the Mixed Yuan Hall with the Great Sage (the main hall was later changed to the Mixed Yuan Palace).