I became a god in the world of cultivation by answering questions

Chapter 72 Be My Disciple

However, this rhyme disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Su Zinan was just an inferior spiritual planter, how could he have such a profound Taoist charm?

illusion!

This must be an illusion!

Yes, this must be an illusion.

Fairy Yunmeng took a deep breath and slowly walked forward.

When Su Zinan saw her coming, he put down the shower in his hand and bent his knees slightly: "Hello, Master!"

"No need to be polite," Fairy Yunmeng nodded and asked, "How many years have you been coming to Hongluan Hall?"

Su Zinan didn't expect that she would ask this, but she still answered truthfully: "58 years!"

"58 years...it turns out you have been growing flowers here for 58 years..."

Fairy Yunmeng lamented: "Time flies so fast, 58 years have passed in the blink of an eye!"

She glanced at Su Zinan and was suddenly startled: "Early stage of Nascent Soul Realm? I remember that more than 30 years ago, you couldn't even break through the most basic Qi Refining Realm. How did you reach the Nascent Soul Realm so quickly?"

Su Zinan said calmly: "This disciple took the bluebell flower given by Junior Sister Gu Mingyue and improved his physique, so he cultivated so fast!"

"It turns out that Gu Mingyue gave you the blue bell flower, what do you think?" Fairy Yunmeng suddenly realized and paused: "Have you ever complained about letting you plant flowers here for 50 years?"

Su Zinan shook his head: "Disciple, don't complain!"

Not only do I not complain, but I want to thank you.

If you hadn't arranged for me to be here, I wouldn't have been able to live such a leisurely life during my 50 years of cultivation.

Su Zinan smiled in her heart, but her face remained calm and as light as the breeze.

"It is rare to be able to cultivate your character by not being happy with things and not being sad by yourself."

Fairy Yunmeng stared at Su Zinan for a while, and laughed slightly at herself: "I didn't expect that among the younger disciples, the one with the highest state of mind is actually a spiritual planter."

If Su Zinan was like Yaolao, he had been planting flowers here for hundreds of years.

Fairy Yunmeng is not surprised that her state of mind can reach this level.

But when Su Zinan entered Hongluan Hall, she was just a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

In the most beautiful years of youth, I did these menial tasks of watering flowers and fertilizing, day after day, year after year, grinding away the years.

How could any one of us not feel resentful or resentful?
Especially when I see girls of the same age cultivating immortals, practicing Taoism, and flying with swords, but I can only grow flowers here.

Such a huge gap is enough to make a person's mentality distorted, resentful, crazy, and even psychopathic.

But Su Zinan not only did not complain or hate, but instead carefully tended the flowers and plants on Wanyao Island for decades, and planted one after another rare flowers that were difficult to find in the world.

Thanks to her hard work, Fairy Yunmeng was able to brew high-quality Baihua Fairy Brew one after another.

With such a state of mind and cultivation, not to mention the younger disciples, even the old and immortal peak masters and elders are ashamed of it.

Fairy Yunmeng sighed: "Gu Mingyue came to beg me two days ago, and also begged the head teacher to let me take you into my sect. The head teacher has already agreed."

"If you are willing, I can make an exception and accept you as a disciple and make you an official disciple of Hanqing Palace. From now on, you don't have to suffer and waste your life here."

It stands to reason that one can transform from an unconventional spiritual planter into a formal disciple.

This is a blessing that many women who have been forced to grow flowers on Wanyao Island can never ask for.

In particular, the person to be apprenticed to is Fairy Yunmeng.

Fairy Yunmeng is not only a famous female cultivator in the Central Plains, but also a highly respected elder in the sect.

Her level of cultivation is second only to the leader Xuan Ling Zhenren, but her character is very defensive, and she is both strict and doting on her disciples.It can be said that as long as you enter Hanqing Palace and become the official disciple of Fairy Yunmeng, you don't have to worry about being bullied.

Fairy Yunmeng originally thought that when Su Zinan heard this, she would be so happy that she immediately knelt down and kowtowed to become her master.

Unexpectedly, Su Zinan actually shook his head: "The disciple understands the kindness of the sect master, but the disciple has stayed in Wanyao Island for 50 years and has become accustomed to the life of planting flowers and weeding. I don't want to bother anymore."

If he becomes a formal disciple, he will be bound by the rules of Hongluan Palace and disciplined by Fairy Yunmeng.

It's not like she's out of her mind. How could she let go of her happy life and find fault for herself?
What's more, she has entered the Golden Immortal Realm, and her cultivation level far exceeds that of everyone in Hongluan Hall. If she takes Fairy Yunmeng as her teacher, wouldn't she be laughed at to death?
Fairy Yunmeng's face froze, but she didn't expect Su Zinan to refuse.

She was about to have a fit and scolded Su Zinan for not being polite.

Suddenly, she thought that decades ago, Su Zinan had nothing to do all day long, wandering around in front of her like a salted fish.

At that time, she scolded him a lot.

Su Zinan, however, was not afraid of boiling water. He still went his own way, looking like he was lying down and ready to be laughed at.

This thick skin has been cultivated, and after so many years, he must have become more mature.

It would be a waste of her words to scold her, so why bother.

"That's all, you want to plant flowers, whatever you want, as long as you don't regret it!"

Fairy Yunmeng shook her sleeves, turned and left.

Just as Chen Yan, Gu Mingyue and others left Hongluan Hall and went down the mountain to practice.

In a desolate and gloomy village not far away, several black figures looked at the Hongluan Palace disciples flying with swords, and their eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Hurry up and send a message to the sect master. The disciples of Hongluan Palace are going down the mountain to practice."

"Yes!"

One person nodded in response, and then issued a spiritual talisman, transforming into a black crow and quickly flying into the void.

Then, several people flashed and disappeared, as if they had never been there.

Thousands of miles away, there is a strange area.

This area has steep mountains, steep peaks, and numerous strange rocks.

The mountains have been shrouded in clouds of black mist all year round, which is eerie and eerie, with no sunlight visible.

Even on the Double Ninth Festival, when the yang energy is at its strongest, the sun cannot penetrate.

The black mist here is formed by thousands of years of evil and evil energy.

It is certainly a supreme treasure for evil cultivators who practice devilish ways and ghost arts.

If a monk of the right path wants to enter, he must activate his spiritual power to protect his body so as not to be invaded by evil spirits.

If a mortal enters, he will be eroded by evil spirits in less than a moment or three and completely turn into a monster.

In the center of the hinterland shrouded in heavy black fog, there is a red palace floating in the sky. It is extremely red and looks like it is dyed with blood. It is very eerie and terrifying.

Above the palace, there are two bright red characters written 'Secret Prison'.

The Nether Prison, as the name suggests, is the Nether Hell.

This palace called 'Secret Prison' is the home of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The Heavenly Demon Sect is one of the three major sects of the Demonic Way. It is good at ghost arts and sorcery. It uses the prison as its home base and uses evil and evil energy to breed the demon fetus.

In the dark prison, there are countless evil spirits and evil spirits, who were captured and sealed here by the monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and used as a cauldron for practicing the devil's way.

Some of these evil spirits are mountain spirits and ghosts, some are ghost spirits, and some are monster beasts and evil spirits. They were all sealed in the dark prison and tortured.

(End of this chapter)