Lingyun Mountain.

When Zheng Zheng stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at the immortal mountain that broke through the sky and was surrounded by white clouds, his eyes were a little moist. He is like a lonely and helpless street child, who has gone through hardships and setbacks and finally returned to his long-awaited hometown.

At the same time, he was also a little uneasy in his heart, not knowing what kind of fate would greet him.

After informing the disciple that he had returned, he couldn't see any expression on his face, but said lightly: "Come with me." ”

Zheng Zheng was about to play the flying magic weapon, but saw that the disciple was already standing on the flying sword of the cold light, and signaled: "Come up, hurry up, don't let the deacon wait for a long time." ”

was despised by others, and Zheng Zheng was not annoyed.

Although this mountain guarding disciple has a low status, his cultivation is only higher than his own.

Stepping on the flying sword, Zheng Zheng stuffed a Qiankun bag without leaving a trace, and said happily: "I don't know what the predecessor is called? Which elder are you going to see now? I don't know what his old man's temper is? Do you need to pay attention to something?"

The disciple who guarded the mountain stuffed the bag into his sleeve with a calm expression, his expression softened a lot, and he smiled knowingly and said, "My name is Qiantong." You don't have to worry, since you can come over with Ling Yunfeng's unique token, it must also be a disciple of some uncle and uncle outside. Just go to Ling Yun Feng's personnel hall to check the situation, and then register to make a disk, and you can officially become my Ling Yun Feng disciple. ”

At this time, the flying sword passed through the fog of Lingyun Mountain, and the front suddenly opened up.

Nine verdant peaks rise from the sky, and the walls are ten thousand blades, strong and steep. On the top of each mountain or between the mountainsides, there will be rows of neat and unique temples.

Especially the main peak in the middle, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, the waterfalls are flying, the fairy birds are flying, the mountain flowers are convenient, and there are thousands of purples and thousands of reds. In the middle of the main peak, a flat plot was specially carved out, where at least more than 100 monks were learning spells and testing magic weapons.

Qiantong said proudly: "I, Lingyun Peak, am in the Daomen Immortal Sect of the Flying Phoenix Empire, although I am not considered to be a super-first-class strength, but I am also called the overlord of the previous side. When the mountain is opened once every three years to accept apprentices, the foot of the mountain is full of people, and even some princes and nobles have sharpened their heads and want to squeeze in. ”

"However, my Lingyun Peak is extremely strict in accepting apprentices, but anyone who can worship the master is all talented people. There are nine peaks in this Lingyun Mountain, which are the main peak Lingyun, the secondary peak Lingyao, Lingguang, and Lingxiu, the auxiliary peak Lingping, Lingzhi, Lingyuan, Zuofeng Linghong, and the tail peak Lingquan. ”

"The main peak is the residence of the elders and core disciples of the sect, and it is also an important place for activities such as the dojo and the scripture pavilion. As for the eight peaks, they all play the role of deputy assistants. For example, Ling Shao is here to plant and cultivate elixirs, Ling Guang is here to raise spirit beasts, Ling Xiu is to grow spiritual food, and so on. ”

"Now I'll take you to the Deacon Hall of the Main Peak, but you're new to the house, so be cautious in everything. I, Ling Yunfeng, majored in swordsmanship and minored in Dandao. Therefore, most of the disciples are brave and aggressive, and advocate that the winner is king. If you can become a disciple of my sect, you will have the strength at that time, but don't hide it, the modesty and moderation will not work here. ”

Maybe it was the bag of spirit stones that had an effect, Qiantong from the cold and handsome face at the beginning, to the current open chatterbox, talking endlessly, making Zheng Zheng sigh in his heart, it seems that the set of dredging relationships is very easy to use anywhere.

However, Zheng Zheng did not agree with this, and even had some contempt, the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will urge it. And the gun shot the first bird, it is an eternal truth, I, a helpless outsider, really want to show my family background, and it won't take long to keep it, and I won't even have a skin left.

He knocked on the side to learn some things about Ling Yunfeng, and soon the two of them reached their goal.

This is a majestic, but conspicuously antique complex. The raw wood on it, Zheng Zheng couldn't name it at all. Obviously, they are extremely precious logs. And on the pillars, the corners of the eaves, etc., are depicted full of monster reliefs.

Above the door of the temple, a plaque of "Deacon Hall" hangs high, the pen is vigorous, and the iron painting silver hook is known. Qiantong withdrew the flying sword and said in a low voice, "I'll send you here." Let's go in on your own. ”

Zheng Zheng thanked him, and then stepped into the palace.

The deacon hall looks antique on the outside, but the interior is decorated with gold and splendour.

There were a few immortal cultivators in the hall who were extraordinarily imposing, but looking at their red faces and red ears, they seemed to be arguing about something. Seeing Zheng Zheng come in, he frowned slightly, stopped arguing, and each found a seat to sit down.

Among them was a monk dressed in gray robes, between middle and old age, with no wrinkles on his face, delicate skin, a ruddy face, and a three-inch beard. His expression was rigid and stern: "You are Zheng Zheng?"

How dare Zheng Zheng slack off, make an elder salute, and say respectfully: "Qi Qi Immortal Chief, the disciple is Zheng Zheng." ”

The gray-robed monk's face was ruthless, and he said in a cold voice: "I have seen the token you handed over, and it is indeed the identity mark of my Lingyun Peak Vientiane junior disciple. Tell me more about it. ”

Zheng Zheng took a breath and roughly explained the matter between himself and Shizun. However, the words are false and true, true and false, and he covered up the important details, which is the Linglong Pagoda. This is the secret of the foundation of his own family, and it must not be leaked out.

After hearing this, the gray-robed monk frowned and pondered.

At this time, another white-robed monk on the side interjected: "Zheng Zheng, let me ask you, before Senior Brother Vientiane died, did he tell you about the sect?"

Zheng Zheng shook his head.

The white-robed monk continued: "You don't have to worry about what to be afraid of, I am your Uncle Wan'e, and I am from the same family as your master. Did your master leave you a blank wordless book of heaven, and a bottle of blood marrow or something?"

All kinds of ideas came to Zheng Zheng's mind.

The white-robed monk was about fifty years old, with a slender figure and a fair face. The chin is a little pointed, the lips are a little thin, especially the eyes, which are typical triangular eyes, and from time to time there is a light in them that is difficult to understand.

From the first impression, Zheng Zheng's impression of this so-called uncle is not very good. Hearing the posture and tone of his voice again, he seemed to be very concerned about these two things, which immediately aroused his vigilance, maybe this is a big bad wolf.

Zheng Zheng's words were three points false, and seven points were true: "Uncle Hui, I didn't find it." ”

"Hmph. Wan Song's expression was a little unhappy and said: "Zheng Zheng, these two things are very important, if you don't hand them over today, I'm afraid that you will get into big trouble in the future." ”

Zheng Zheng snorted coldly in his heart, but said with a smile on his lips: "Doesn't Uncle Shi know? Shizun also has a daughter named Baili Bing, so I think these things are all on her." ”

"Baili Bing?" Wan Song was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "She has returned to normal?"

"Senior sister has broken out of the coffin? At the same time, behind Wan Song, there was a young man who was no more than thirty years old, he rubbed his hands together, walked back and forth there excitedly, and suddenly stared at Zheng Zhengqing and shouted, "Is your news serious?"