Qingyun City, located in the south of the territory of Zou State, is one of the twenty-two big cities in its country, and it is also a city with deep Taoist roots.

May is the season of flowers and grass. At the end of the day, the east gate of Qingyun City opened with a rattling sound, and the city began a day of prosperity. On the scattered streets, all kinds of hawkers are flying in an stream. The doors of each store were also taken down and the business of the day began. Occasionally, a group of noisy children bumped into the hawker's stall, and the owner scolded and chased away the annoying little flies.

At this time, on the Yuankou Avenue leading to the east gate, five young men dressed in Taoist robes and carrying wooden swords were walking on the road. The robes are all dark blue background and white sleeves. The only difference is that the buttons of the leader are vermilion, and the buttons of the robes of the remaining four people are all light red. Passers-by with a little discernment saw the five people dressed like this, and they knew the identity of the five people - the disciples of the True Purple Temple, and they were also inner disciples.

"Senior brother, who are we going to pick up?" one of the five asked lazily, the others were carrying wooden swords, but this one was holding a sword in his left hand and holding it on his shoulder. With a weak look, seeing that the leader ignored him, this person yawned a lot and put the wooden sword into the robe to tickle.

Another tall and thin man next to him saw his actions, and said with a disgusted expression: "Senior Brother Wang, pay attention to your image"

"Hey, Brother Feipeng, who do you say we're going to pick up?" Senior Brother Wang ignored the tall and thin man, and turned his head to ask another tall, square-faced man beside him.

The tall and thin man snorted with anger on his face, and stopped talking.

"I heard that it was recommended by Master's friends, maybe it will be my younger brothers and sisters in the future. The man named Fei Peng said in a warm voice.

"It's better to be a junior sister!" said Senior Brother Wang with an eyebrow. But it made the tall and thin man snort, even more unhappy.

Suddenly, the senior brother at the head waved his hand, the five people stopped, and the last woman among the four behind him asked, "Senior Brother Zhaopu, what's wrong?"

Zhaopu looked intently at a stall selling porridge, and saw three people dressed like beggars half-sitting and half-lying there. Although the three of them were covered in mud and their clothes were tattered, they could still see their appearances clearly. One of them, with a boxy face, was lying on the ground weakly, but his eyes were more excited than depressed; on the left was a woman, in prison, still stunningly beautiful, looking around for something, suddenly frowning in thought, and suddenly covering his mouth in amazement; and then to the left, the last man just stared at the casserole where the porridge was bought, drooling freely. However, the huge scar on his chest made even Zhaopu's heart tremble.

Wan Zhuo and the other three went through hard work, and finally arrived at Qingyun City in the mouth of Sanyang, as soon as the east gate opened, the three of them poured into the city with the crowd, but the recommendation letter and other things were in the package, and they were lost in Liuxia Town. The three of them walked along Yuankou Avenue to a porridge stall, but they were really weak, so they found an empty place to sit. It was also the first time for the three of them to arrive in such a big city, and they were at a loss for what to do, and their performances were different, but they were all in the eyes of Zhaopu and others.

Wan Zhuo was a little hungry, and just wanted to get up to see if he could come to the stall to ask for a bowl of porridge. A mass of figures enveloped him, followed by four people.

Zhaopu groped from his arms, took out a picture book, and walked back and forth on the three of them. That Senior Brother Wang's heart moved, and he thought, can't these people be the new junior brothers and sisters?

Zhaopu put away the illustrated book and said, "How many of them are Senior Brother Wan Zhuo and Senior Brother Bai Zhang?

Wan Zhuo was stunned, there are still people who know him here. Subconsciously replied, "How do you know me and Senior Brother Bai?"

The senior brother Wang walked forward with his sword, walked around Wan Zhuo, and kept saying: "I am a disciple of Zhao Lie Zhenjun, look at your appearance, tsk, it's miserable enough." After saying that, he walked back with his sword.

"Let you senior brothers see the joke, hehe" Bai Zhang heard that several people were disciples of Zhao Lie Zhenjun, and hurriedly got up and replied.

"Well, come with us, I'll take you to Ziwei Hall. Let's go meet Master first," Zhaopu finished speaking, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Wan Zhuo suddenly shouted.

"What else is going on, junior brother?"

"I'm hungry"

Ziwei Hall is a branch hall of the True Purple Temple located on Yuankou Avenue in Qingyun City, and as soon as you enter the inside, it is a huge circular square. In the middle of the square is a gossip-shaped protruding round platform, one white and one black are written with big "Li" and "Xun" written in the eyes, four pairs of huge Ding furnaces are placed symmetrically around, the cigarette smoke in the furnace is condensed but not dispersed, the aroma floats around, and the smell is pleasant.

Passing through the first house in the square, the three of Wan Zhuo who had been cleaned up were sitting here, and there were two doctors who were treating Wan Zhuo and Bai Zhang's wounds. Sitting directly across from Wan Zhuo was a middle-aged man with short hair standing on end, and behind him stood three people. It was Zhaopu, Feipeng and the lazy-looking Senior Brother Wang.

"The road of cultivating immortals is extremely hard, and you must have felt the taste. However, after four or five days of travel, he almost lost his life. ”

"I'm Zhao Lie, and from today onwards, I'll be your master."

"Don't you ask about qualifications?" Bai Zhang suddenly interjected.

"What is a qualification?" Zhao Lie sneered and continued: "You are new here, but if you don't understand something, you can ask your senior brothers. In three days' time, I will come here again to pick you up and take you to the place of cultivation. This is the introductory mental method of the True Purple View - the Purple Yang Returning Heart Method, which is in the same vein as the Purple Wu Returning Heart Technique that you have practiced, so you can take it and study it well. ”

Zhao Lie said in the end, and found two scrolls of jade notes out of nowhere. Wan Zhuo and Bai Zhang hurriedly got up and took it.

"Master, can you learn any spells?" Wan Zhuo was still a little unaccustomed to calling the person in front of him as a master, but he still asked the question that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Yes. ”

"Is there anything more powerful than this move?" Wan Zhuo finished speaking, a circle of red light began to appear on his right hand, after these few days, Wan Zhuo has been able to grasp the power in his hand preliminarily, and with a light hey, Wan Zhuo punched on the table beside him.

That Senior Brother Wang thought that this new junior brother would use some powerful spell, and that punch went down, as if he was afraid of hurting the table, he was weak and weak. However, in a moment, Senior Brother Wang's eyes widened, and the table was forcibly twisted and broken in front of him, and then the rolling air wave spread around, and the strong air wave blew his hair flying. When the wave of qi disappeared, he rested his hands on his sword and looked at Wan Zhuo with burning eyes.

Zhao Lie sighed lightly: "This trick is good! I have something even more powerful." Three days later, Benjun will come to pick you up. With that, he went out and left.