It's September, and the sun is still like fire.

At the foot of Manglong Mountain, the voice is at its peak.

Today is the day when the Manglong Sect opens the mountain gate, and the day of accepting apprentices, it is reincarnated every three years, so that in the mortal world, disciples with spiritual roots can worship the sect and embark on the immortal road.

The immortal road is long and difficult to walk, but throughout the ages, the temptation of immortality, which mortal can hold it?

For example, Fang Feifei.

Of course, Fang Feifei's grade is already very large, and he has already tested his qualifications more than eighty years ago, and he has no spiritual root at all, which means that he can't cultivate immortals at all, spiritual roots, it is the foundation of the immortal path, if you want to cultivate immortals, at least you need a low-grade spiritual root.

However, he couldn't cultivate immortals, Fang Feifei accepted his fate, and his son Fang Zizi could step into the immortal road.

With decades of wealth accumulation, Fang Feifei is very confident that he can definitely let his son enter the Manglong Sect.

This made Fang feel comfortable, and he was very suspicious of his second father, whether he was reliable or not.

After all, although it has only been a year since he crossed over, Fang Zizai is extraordinary, but he understands it thoroughly.

This is an old man who dotes on his son very much, regards wealth as his life, and is very good at camping, but he is very obsessed with immortals.

lined up with the old man, and gradually it was his turn, in front of him, there was a middle-aged man on his knees, with majestic eyes and sharp eyes, faintly glancing at Fang Zizai, making Fang Zizai very uncomfortable.

"Put your hand on the spirit stone, calm down, don't move!"

The middle-aged man whispered, his face expressionless.

Fang Zizi nodded, took a step forward, and stretched out his right hand and put it on a one-person-high stone in front of him.

After calming down, he felt a cool air current, emanating from the spirit measuring stone, swimming around his body, and the air flow almost measured everything in his body, making Fang feel at ease, a little inexplicably nervous.

After half a sound, the air flow from the spirit stone retracted, and a faint yellow light appeared on the huge spirit stone.

Frowning slightly, a trace of hesitation flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and at this moment, Fang Feifei walked directly to the middle-aged man's side with a smirk on his face, bent down, and took out a strange-looking Ganoderma lucidum from his cuff.

"Immortal Chief, just a small gift, please accept it!"

"Hmm, thousand-year-old snow reishi, good baby!"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, he glanced at Fang Feifei, muttered slightly, quietly put away the Lingzhi, glanced at Fang Feifei, and said, "This kid is your son, right?

Fang Feifei's eyes narrowed, and he chuckled, "Immortal Elder Gaojian!"

After speaking, Fang Feifei led Fang Zizi, and under the guidance of a young man's strange look, he walked to the special area that had passed the assessment.

At this time, there are many people here, but most of them are family members of young men and women who have passed the assessment, and they are giving instructions with different expressions.

As soon as you enter the immortal gate, it is as deep as the sea, cutting off the mortal dust, and the cultivation is not to a certain point, and you can't even go down the mountain.

Who knows how many years it will be.

"Old man, that Ganoderma lucidum is worth a lot of money, right?"

Fang Zizi stared at Fang Feifei with his eyes and said very seriously.

"Hmph, what's the matter? As long as you can step on the fairy road, the worldly wealth is not rolling in, don't worry, although I spent most of the family wealth, but the rest of my pension is more than enough, if I don't die, you can walk down the mountain, then I will make a lot of money!"

Fang Feifei said casually, and between the words, there was the expectation of Jackie Chan.

Father's love is like a mountain!

Fang Zizi looked at Fang Feifei, and a touch of guilt and helplessness emerged in the depths of his eyes.

After all, in the final analysis, he was not Fang Feifei's son, but crossed over from a blue planet, but after a year, getting along with Fang Feifei always made Fang Zizi forget his original identity.

"Okay, since the big thing has been accomplished, then I will retire after success, I will go, boy, you must give Lao Tzu a long face, Lao Tzu has no chance with immortals in this life, but I hope that my son, one day, will be able to take off for nine days!"

Fang Feifei patted Fang Zizi's shoulder, his smiling face converged for the first time, and he said very calmly.

After finishing speaking, the old man slapped his buttocks, and Shi Shiran left.

"Old man, don't close your eyes before I go down the mountain!"

Fang Zizai's eyes were a little moist and he shouted.

Fang Feifei didn't look back, just waved his hand, and on Fang Zizai's face, which was already full of tears.

After waiting for about half an hour and gathering a hundred disciples, a young man from the Manglong Sect directly led all the young men and women to a very simple compound house group.

"Come on, come on, one person will receive a number plate, the corresponding room number, it will be your residence in the future, although you have been admitted to the sect, but you are still a mortal now, when will you step into the first layer of condensation, that is the real disciple of the Manglong Sect!"

"You can be excited at this time, you can be excited, but in the future, you will know that the fairy road is very bitter and dangerous, without perseverance and talent, you are just a group of miscellaneous fish, and you can only let people eat fish!"

"In the days of the Miscellaneous Courtyard, if someone can't stand it, they can apply to leave, remember, you only have one chance to leave, once you have achieved cultivation, you can't go down the mountain if you can't cultivate to the third layer of condensation!"

The young man took out a bunch of number plates and said very majestically.

The excited expressions of the hundred teenagers gradually disappeared, and even most of them were a little frightened, after all, they were not very old, and the eldest teenager was only sixteen years old.

Receiving his number plate in an orderly manner, the young man snorted lightly and turned to leave.

Just after the young man left, a middle-aged man with a slight back on his back walked out from the depths of the courtyard gate, looking at everyone, his eyes flashed with coldness and ruthlessness, "Today you have just entered the sect, and miscellaneous things can be avoided, but at the beginning of tomorrow, everyone needs to go to the miscellaneous hall to receive their own tasks, and if they can't complete it, they can't eat!"

"Alright, let's find a room for yourself!"

After the big man finished speaking, he walked directly into the courtyard.

Fang Zizi walked towards the group of houses with the flow of people, and many teenagers were crying along the way.

"Do chores? Will it make us chop wood and burn the fire? Oh my God, I've grown so big, I've never entered the kitchen half a step, I originally wanted to worship the immortal gate and glorify my ancestors, but why, I feel like I'm on a thief ship?"

"Woo woo, I don't want to do chores, I'm the little master of the Donglai family, I have a noble status, and I can't stand it!"

"It is said that the fairy gate is splendid, why is our future so gloomy?"

"Hmph, who dares me to do chores? My father is the city lord!"

Among the teenagers, most of them are of high status, where they have suffered, complaining, crying, and being ruthless, the teenagers have different expressions, each has their own thoughts, Fang Zi listened with his ears, sneering in his heart, and expressed silent condolences to these people.

Mortal status is high?

Your father is the lord of the city?

In Xianmen, farts are not!

In his previous life, Fang Zizi was used to seeing deceit, and he also believed that the current world, the so-called Kyushu world, would be more cruel than in the previous life, and the class division would be more serious.

No matter how high the status of mortals is, in the eyes of those immortals, it is not worth mentioning!

Immortals and mortals are a moat!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey"

At this moment, Fang Zizai suddenly heard a strange and lonely voice beside him, and no matter how he heard this voice, it was so obscene/trivial.

Turning his head, Fang Zizi saw that behind him, there was a little fat man.

The little fat man is not very old, with a fat and round public face, and he is very well dressed, and he looks like he came out of a rich family.

At this time, he smiled, happy, and looked immersed in fantasy.

Now most of the teenagers, lamenting lamenting, deep and deep, weeping and crying, there is not a single one, like this little fat man, silly and laughing, as if he had encountered something beautiful.

This made Fang Zizi very curious, and couldn't help but ask, "Fatty, what are you laughing at?"

As soon as the words came out, the little fat man suddenly glared, as if King Kong was angry, and he was quite powerful, and snorted, "Hey, who is the fat man? Am I fat? I am called rich, but not fat!"

"Okay, Xiaofu, what are you laughing at?"

Fang Zizi blinked, smiled secretly in his heart, and asked again.

The little fat man suddenly stopped doing it, and muttered, "My name is Qian Duo, you can call me Qian Daxiao, or Qian Duoduo, you guy, I don't like it, I am most annoyed that others make fun of my size!"

Fang Zizi felt that the little fat man Qian Duo was very interesting, and the question in his heart had not been solved, so he followed him and said, "Well, I apologize, Qian Duoduo, you haven't answered my question yet!"

Qian Duo raised his eyebrows, making the gap in his eyes seem to widen a little in an instant, looked at the young man beside him, and whispered as he walked, "Tell you, do you know what is the most beautiful thing about joining the Immortal Gate?"

Fang Zizi shook his head.

"Hmph, let me tell you, Xianmen, the most beautiful is undoubtedly those fairy sisters, dressed in white, dancing like a fairy, so beautiful that they are bubbling, if they marry a Taoist couple, they will be a fart fairy?"

Poof!

Fang Zizai's eyes opened, a mouthful of stuffy blood almost spurted out, and he looked at Qian Duo in surprise, crying and laughing in his heart.

This little fat man, the lust and gall are simply overwhelming, this has not officially joined the fairy gate, and he is thinking about making fairies?

Didn't he know how thrilling and difficult it would be on the road to cultivation?

"Duoduo, is this why you chose to enter the sect for this?" Fang Zizai asked with a wry smile.

"That's nature!"

Qian Duo smirked, and then held his head high, quite a little high-spirited, "My dream is to soak all the fairies, to be a man among men, and a little steel cannon among immortals!"

"You cow!"

No matter how unattainable this dream is, Fang Zunjue's self has to praise Qian Duoduo.

"That's it!"

Money is overjoyed and triumphant.

"It seems that you are really confident, are you very talented?"

"Hmph, you can't be an immortal if you have poor talent? Your vision is too superficial, let me tell you, immortals and mortals are actually no different, they both have seven emotions and six desires, they will be angry and angry, they will be sad and sad, and they will naturally be greedy!"

"And I, I have a lot of money, and the most is money!"

Fang Zizai narrowed his eyes, his heart moved, and asked, "The money you are talking about can't be the money of the mortal world, right?"

Qian Duo glanced at Fang Zizai, smiled, but didn't say anything more, just patted Fang Zizi's shoulder, and said, "Meeting is fate, you are the first to talk to me, and I can see that you are not really laughing at my size, make a friend, I will cover you in the future, it will definitely be a lot of benefits, anyway, what is your name?"

"Fang Zizi!"

Fang Zizai reported his name, his eyes suddenly a little confused, and he whispered, "I hope that one day, I will truly gain great freedom!"