Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 35 The Fake and the Real

Among the twelve people, except for Gu Qingchen and her, most of them are disciples with relatively little experience.

And only three of them looked more mature.

The one who attracted Lu Qingye the most was the old Xiu with half-white hair.

Such a disciple is rare in the sect, perhaps it can be said that it is rare among the direct disciples of the inner sect.

Judging from the news we got, the reason why the senior brother will also participate in this time's disciple recruitment is mainly because he is also from this side of the border and is familiar with this side.

Different from the vigor of most young disciples, there was a trace of Lu Qingye's familiar aura about him.

That's what she smelled on Second Master Lu before he left.

Now, smelling this familiar smell again inevitably made her pay more attention.

And there seems to be a lot of things hidden in the eyes of the elder brother.

The disciples at the side sorted out their rustling voices, which brought Lu Qingye back to his thoughts.

Gu Qingchen packed herself up and came to Lu Qingye's side.

"Junior Sister Lu, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Lu Qingye shook his head.

"Thank you, brother, for your concern."

Gu Qingchen continued to prompt.

"In front is Shanhe City, where fish and dragons are mixed, because it is located at the junction of the two worlds, and the spiritual power is thin, so most of them are mortals and low-level monks living in it, and the flow of people is very large. Enter the city, follow everyone closely, and don't fall behind. Although this place is much safer than other territories, it should not be careless."

Lu Qingye nodded.

Half a day later, a group of people also finished dressing up. Seeing that everyone was refreshed again, Gu Qingchen led them towards Shanhe City.

The Shangyao Sect is well-known, and it is the top class of the Taoist Cultivation Sect in the Qingxuan Continent. Therefore, as soon as they recruit disciples, all parties are ready to welcome them. It depends on who is lucky and who gets it.

When the city guard of Shanhe City saw a group of monks wearing the uniforms of Shangyao Sect disciples from a distance, they were shocked and excitedly sent a voice transmission to the city lord.

After a while, Yang Guoshou, the city lord of Shanhe City, led a group of people from the city lord's mansion and the high-level officials of the city to go out to greet him.

"It turns out to be distinguished guests from the Shangyao Sect! Immortal elders, please come inside! Please come inside!"

Lu Qingye couldn't help but look at the very amiable Shanhe City Lord.

Yang Guoshou was slightly fat, with a smile on his face, plain clothes, slightly bowed at the moment, as if very pleasantly surprised by their arrival, and warmly welcomed the crowd.

It was also the first time for Gu Qingchen to accept this kind of mission. In the past, he mostly took the mission of hunting monsters.

Therefore, only enough strength and a non-stupid mind are needed, and almost everything can be done.

He is somewhat unskilled in the task of talking to and managing many strange monks.

Fortunately, in order to prevent this from happening, he read similar books on jade slips on the spirit boat and gained a lot of theoretical knowledge.

A group of people followed Yang Guoshou into Shanhe City.

As soon as they entered the city, many disciples of Shangyao Sect were attracted by the scene in the city.

There are people coming and going on the street, all kinds of stalls and vendors, shouting and talking.

Although most of the things sold were not used by monks like them, the lively and exotic atmosphere still made the young and inexperienced disciples very curious.

Yang Guoshou stood in the same row as Gu Qingchen, but he was half a step behind Gu Qingchen.

At this moment, his eyes swept across the group of disciples calmly, and the smile on his face deepened.

Although Lu Qingye was somewhat interested in this kind of street scene, after all, she yearned to visit this bustling fairy city when she was a child.

But in a few years, she has learned to hide her emotions and expressions.

Although such a cover-up is very clumsy in front of the human spirit.

A disciple on the side couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"It has long been heard that the fairy cities on the borders are not the same as those in the Central Territory. Now it seems that this is indeed the case."

"It's no wonder that in those story books, there are always high-ranking people who live in seclusion in the city and don't ask about fairy things. Look at the smiles on the faces of these mortals, how happy they are. Sometimes I really envy them. They are carefree and don't have to worry about resources. Cultivation, opportunity and sorrow. Every day, the sun rises and the sunset rests, plain but fulfilling."

Lu Qingye's footsteps stopped, and the disciples beside her were still echoing, but she couldn't help turning her head.

His eyes swept over those people in the city.

The prosperity and joy here gave her a feeling... a bit strange.

Because she has seen the world beyond Luanshi Mountain, where there are bustling streets, countless mortals, and many, many things similar to this place.

But there... there is something more than here.

"Envy? It's hard for a mortal to become a celestial being, but if a monk wants to become a mortal, isn't that easy?"

The elder brother who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.

Let the disciples who were silent in emotion come back to their senses.

The disciple who spoke was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Yes, the celestial relationship between mortals and monks is something that countless mortals can only hope for but cannot pursue.

Seeing that they were no longer pretentiously hurting the spring and autumn, the old disciple fell silent again.

But he couldn't help looking at Lu Qingye who was frowning, thinking that the other party was also from this side, his gaze softened a lot.

"Don't look at it, everything here is too fake."

Hearing the sound transmission from the senior brother suddenly, Lu Qingye suddenly came back to his senses.

The two looked at each other, and there was some complexity in the senior brother's cloudy eyes.

"I also come from this area. What's different from you is that I'm just a five-spirit root who barely entered the fairy gate. At that time, I was also full of hope and longing, thinking that man will conquer the sky, and that heaven rewards the hardworking...but more than 300 years , enough to change a lot of things, including people.”

Senior brother smiled at Lu Qingye.

"Because of my limited aptitude, I worked hard, and my cultivation only stopped at building foundations. When I felt that my lifespan was short, I would often go out to practice and try to find the so-called opportunities. It's a pity that those so-called opportunities are not mine. This kind of ordinary and insignificant monk can have it."

Lu Qingye wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"After trying to no avail, I came back here. Do you know what the Shanhe City I saw looked like?"

Lu Qingye saw hostility from the smiling eyes of the other party.

"Peace? No, these are all illusions. As the junction of the two worlds, where monks and mortals coexist, how can there be such peace? The monks are not willing to stop here, unwilling to be trapped in this corner, but they have no choice but to stay. In this tiny place, with resentment, resentment, and anger...and then in the scarce resources, but also with hope, robbing resources. For the most inferior medicine, you may have a bloody head."

The old disciples are still going on.

"Mortals with no cultivation skills need to lick their faces in the fairy city, look at people's faces, and pray for their blessing, tolerance, and kindness..."

(End of this chapter)