Xuantian Lake outside Tiandu Mountain, a mirror shines through the nine heavens;

Humanity hides the cave here, and the thirteen peaks fly on the golden pill.

These four verses of poetry have been sung for thousands of years, and they are talking about the Xuantian Sect that opened a sect on Tiandu Mountain in the middle of the Xuantian Mountain. This sect is one of the well-known six major sects of cultivating immortals in the Xuanyuan Continent, and it has been in charge for a long time, its heritage is profound, its inheritance is long, and the talents are numerous, comparable to the Heavenly Sect.

"This Tiandu Peak, Xuantian Lake, are the symbols of Xuantian Sect. "On a red flying boat, a middle-aged man is speaking to a young monk.

"Senior brother, I heard that Xuantian Sect has a cave heaven magic weapon, the Xuantian Mirror, but is it true?" Cheng Yunfan asked Li Changfeng beside him with a smile.

"I have heard of this, but I have never seen it. Li Changfeng did not hide it.

"Hmph, do you think that the Dongtian magic weapon is the high-grade magic weapon you carry, you can see it everywhere?" A woman glanced at Cheng Yunfan with some disdain, and said buriedly.

"Senior sister, how do you speak?" a young man with a graceful demeanor and a somewhat gloomy face reprimanded the woman, and hugged his fists at Cheng Yunfan, "Senior Brother Cheng, the little sister is straightforward and fast-talking, you don't have to mind." ”

"Senior Brother Yuan is polite, everyone is in the same door, half a joke, how can you really mind?" Cheng Yunfan looked at Yuan Chengkai, the disciple of Yuan Yangfeng in front of him, and said with a smile, "It's almost time to reach Xuantian Sect, I'm going to ask the head of the sect to come out and take care of it." Senior Brother Yuan, you can do it yourself!"

As he spoke, he pulled Li Changfeng's sleeve and went to the ark.

"Ladies and gentlemen, but the monks who came to Xuantian Sect to observe the ceremony, which one is it, please report your name!" In mid-air, a group of monks stepped on flying swords, and a foundation building monk took the head and shouted in the air.

Seeing this, the head of Jiang didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly greeted him and said: "This Taoist friend of Xuantian Sect has been invited, Jiang Shangqing, the head of the Sanyang Sect of the Poor Dao, and his disciples have come to congratulate Zichen Zhenren Jindan Dacheng." ”

Saying that, he threw out the big red post with his sleeve, and the person opposite began to hear the name of the Jiang master, his face was slightly stunned, and he seemed to be relieved quickly, took the post to confirm that it was correct, and said: "It turned out to be the head of Jiang, hard work, and follow me." ”

The messenger led the ark and landed in front of a huge stone archway made of white marble.

Cheng Yunfan looked at the huge building in front of him, and then thought about the stone archway of Sanyang Sect, the gap was clear at a glance, and there were three gilded characters on it: Xuantian Sect.

Everyone walked out of the flying boat with the head of Jiang, and followed the middle-aged foundation builder to a row of buildings next to him.

"Master Jiang, please, you wait in the courtyard for a while, there are still some hours before the auspicious time of the noon ceremony, and then my Xuantian Sect disciples will lead you to the scene of the ceremony. This self-proclaimed Qingmeng foundation building monk explained very politely.

It turns out that this Xuantian Sect monk was given a Dao number from the beginning, and the Qi Practicing Monks all took the Yunzi generation as the Dao number, the Zhuji monk was green, and the Jindan Zhenren was purple, and the Yuanying monk, Xuantian Sect only had Chiyun and Chihe, and presumably there would be a deficit as the Dao number in the future.

After Qing Meng finished speaking, he left two young Qi cultivation early stage disciples and left to greet visitors from all directions in the air.

Master Jiang gave these two Qi cultivation disciples a few spirit stones with a pleasant face, bothering them to pay attention to the time, don't forget to report, the two of them took the spirit stones very skillfully, without the slightest look of gratitude, as if they had long been used to it.

It seems that these disciples of the great sects do not lack this spirit stone.

Cheng Yunfan followed the head of Jiang, and just as he was about to enter the courtyard, he saw a group of green-robed monks coming from behind, and the leader was quite young, with an extremely handsome face, and he looked a little familiar.

Before he could figure out who it was, the handsome young man said "Huh", paused, and stopped his gaze on Cheng Yunfan, and the Xuantian Sect Foundation Cultivator who was leading the way next to him hurriedly explained: "Senior, this is a disciple of the Sanyang Sect, and he has just arrived. ”

The handsome young man nodded, smiled at Cheng Yunfan, and walked straight to the grander and more imposing courtyard in front of him.

A female cultivator beside him seemed to see his abnormality, and said, "Uncle Shi, what's wrong?"

"No, I just met an old friend, I didn't think he had entered the Sanyang Sect, and it has been three or four years since he entered the Sanyang Sect, and his cultivation has barely progressed, which is quite strange. The handsome young man said thoughtfully as he walked.

"But the practice is not good?" the nun asked.

"That's not true, I think he has a good spirit and strong spiritual power. The handsome young man continued, "It's okay, when the ceremony is over, call him to come, and you will find out as soon as you ask." ”

The people of the Jiang Sect entered the courtyard and each looked for a place to rest, while Cheng Yunfan was left behind.

"The Jindan senior of Baicaomen just now, don't you know him?"

As soon as he heard Master Jiang say Baicaomen, Nangong Wuji's expression beside him moved slightly, and he looked at Cheng Yunfan with some doubts. Cheng Yunfan didn't want to hide it, and said the truth: "Back then, I was in Lingnan, and it was because of this senior's tailwind that I came to Nanchu. ”

So he inadvertently met a group of monks from Xuantian Sect, Baicaomen, and Lijiang Sword Sect that day, whether true or false, and naturally did not mention that he had practiced at that time. It only said that they saw that they had spiritual roots, so they brought them.

"Oh, so there's this opportunity, so it's good. Master Jiang nodded and said, "That's it, you will go on my behalf when you give a gift later, so to speak, this Zichen Zhenren has also had a relationship with you, which is more appropriate, it is not good to say, he is happy to see the old and old, and some rewards are not necessarily." ”

Cheng Yunfan wanted to refuse, but when he thought about it, it was okay, after all, the head of Jiang was a dignified leader, even if his cultivation was not enough, it was easy to lose the face of the Sanyang Sect when he went to offer gifts.

Nangong Wuji watched Cheng Yunfan go out, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Master Jiang smiled and said: "If you want to go out, go out, since you are all from Lingnan, there must be some common old things to tell, but you must be cautious here, don't provoke right and wrong." ”

"Follow the master's teachings!" Nangong Wuji bowed and hurriedly chased out.

"What's the matter, the boss is willing to let you out?" Cheng Yunfan looked at Nangong Wuji, and now he was still more than half a head taller than himself.

"No!" Nangong Wuji answered without a head, and said in a very serious tone, "Can you tell us about our affairs in Lingnan?"

Cheng Yunfan looked around, then walked towards the back door, and said as he walked: "Let's go out from here and find a secluded place." ”

He just turned his head to greet Nangong Wuji, but he had already stepped out of the back door, and within a few steps, a person was installed on the side, and before he woke up, he heard the female voice angrily: "Which monk are you, why don't you look at it when you walk?"

Only then did Cheng Yunfan see that in front of him was a group of Xuantian Sect monks, three men and two women, the leader of the man was quite tall, with good facial features, and was frowning at him.

Next to her was a red-clothed female cultivator who was about sixteen or seventeen years old and had practiced qi at the eighth level, her appearance was extremely beautiful, and she was glaring angrily, pointing at her hand and reprimanding Cheng Yunfan.

The first at the back was a slightly fat seventh-layer Qi cultivation monk, a yellow-shirted woman, who also practiced seventh-level Qi, and a black and thin monk, whose cultivation was the weakest, but thought it was the peak of the sixth-layer Qi training.

Cheng Yunfan was stunned by the scene in front of him, and looked at the handsome male cultivator in front of him so stupidly.

But it was like a bolt of lightning in my head.

This person is Jiang Fangming?

Did he, like me, fall off a cliff and cross over?

Such a coincidence?

"What about you, why are you standing stupidly, neither apologizing nor giving way. Seeing Cheng Yunfan's stupid appearance, the woman couldn't help but be angry, and she wanted to draw her sword and slash at him.

"Little sister, don't!" the leader man hurriedly stopped.

"Senior brother, retreat!" Nangong Wuji also noticed Cheng Yunfan's abnormality, and hurriedly reached out to pull it.

Only then did Cheng Yunfan realize that he had been pulled by Nangong Wuji and fell to his chest, almost leaning on him in a rather embarrassing posture.

The men and women in the group of monks in front of them couldn't help frowning and hesitating.

Cheng Yunfan's face turned red, and he hurriedly stood up and bowed his hand, bent down slightly, and apologized: "Disciple of the Lower Sanyang Sect, I thought that things had gone wrong just now, and I collided with the senior brothers and sisters of the Xuantian Sect, I am really sorry, please forgive me!"

Seeing that he was well-mannered and spoke sincerely, and he was a disciple of the ceremony, the woman turned her head angrily, but she didn't say anything, but the man who was the leader smiled, like a spring breeze, and said: "It turned out to be the junior disciple of the Sanyang Sect, don't worry about it, small things, pay attention to it in the future." ”

After the man finished speaking, he smiled at Cheng Yunfan and was about to leave.

Cheng Yunfan didn't know if he was in a nightmare, or if he really wanted to figure out the identity of the person in front of him, so he hurriedly said: "Cheng Yunfan, I don't know what to call Senior Brother?"

The man was a little surprised, but before he could speak.

The short and fat monk behind him stepped forward and said in a contemptuous tone: "This is our senior brother of the Xuantian Sect, how can a third-rate junior sect disciple like you get acquainted?"

He was about to speak, but he was scolded by the man who was the leader, and returned the salute: "In Xia Mowei, become a junior brother, fortunately!"

With that, he turned around and took his leave.

Cheng Yunfan didn't see anything unusual in his eyes, and he was completely awake at this time, knowing that he had just met a person who was like a comrade-in-arms in his previous life, and they were not the same person at all.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel extremely bitter in my heart.

Nangong Wuji saw that his expression was different, as if he had been hit by something, helped him back to the room, and said on the way: "Senior brother, don't mind the words of those people, our Sanyang Sect will always rise one day, and we will definitely become human beings." ”

Cheng Yunfan shook his head a little mechanically and said, "Senior brother, you go back to the room first, don't worry about me, I want to be quiet alone!"

Hearing this, Nangong Wuji didn't stay any longer, patted him on the shoulder, closed the door with a worried look, and left.