Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 17
Time, sneaking away in silence.

Peng Ye and others followed this group of Taoist priests to a mountain peak and landed.

Halfway up the mountain, there are many buildings, such as Taoist temples, palace feathers, ancient high-rise buildings, etc., in short, they are very large, circling around the whole mountain, and the whole design is very novel.

"Daoxuanzong."

After landing, in front of Peng Ye and the others was a mountain gate with three strange characters written on it, with many strokes, not like modern characters.

However, although there are many strokes, they are basically the same. After deliberation, Peng Ye can still recognize that it was he who opened the mouth just now.

"Brother Ye, what should we do now." The fat man stood next to Peng Ye, a little timid.

Not only Fatty, but also the other students, they couldn't help trembling in their hearts after recovering from the fantasy scene along the way.

"This is not the earth anymore." Ever since the Taoist He Di stepped on the rainbow, no one has doubted it anymore, even Yangshuo has stopped talking.

"Take one step at a time. As long as you are alive, there is hope." Peng Ye whispered.

Soon, everyone followed the old Taoist and went up to the peak of Daoxuanzong.

After two hours, everyone came to a broad bluestone plane, a square like a square, with an Optimus Prime on each side, with many lines on it, which looked very majestic.

Swish-!
An old man in a white Taoist robe came across the air from a certain place on the Nine Rainbow Bridge, and finally landed firmly beside the old man who led them forward.

"Disciple has met Master Uncle." The old man clasped his hands together, bowed slightly and then straightened up. After glancing at the crowd, he said to the old man in white, "These are freshmen recruited from the southern country." Then he handed over a roll of bamboo slips: "This is the roster , Uncle, please take a look."

"Who are they?" The old man in white looked at the ten people on the other side. Since he came here, he had been paying attention to people in strange clothes like Peng Ye.

"They..." During the speech, the old man fell into a slump, finally sighed, and said it out, "It may be absurd to say that they are people who came out of the forbidden land of immortals and demons."

"What!" Hearing this, even the old Taoist in white couldn't help but frown, and looked at Peng Ye and the others with more surprise.

"Han Feizi, are you sure you are not old and dim?" At this moment, another voice sounded, and a figure from somewhere also came to the bluestone square.

This person's long clothes were dark blue, stained with some other fruit juices, and when he appeared, there was a strong strange smell.

"It was He Di who saved the person himself. These freshmen can all testify, and there is absolutely no lie." Han Feizi looked at the freshmen and said to the visitor, but there was a slight frown between his brows, as if he didn't want to see this. "There are no alchemy disciples you want among this freshman class. Elder Duan should find another place."

Elder Duan, whose full name is Duan Gen, is the leader of the alchemy department of Daoxuanzong, almost all the pills supplied by the disciples of Daoxuanzong come from him.

It's just that he has a weird temper and a gloomy personality, and he has nothing to ask for except the hobby of alchemy. In other words, in order to refine the elixir, he can do whatever it takes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Han Feizi, how can you say that you are also an elder, but you are so stingy, and you don't have the talent for alchemy, and you can still ask for two handymen, what do you think?" Elder Duan grinned strangely, and looked at Peng Ye and the others with blazing eyes. , "Did they really come out of the forbidden land of immortals and demons? It is said that there are many rare treasures in the forbidden land of immortals and demons, which are rare for thousands of years."

Peng Ye and the others looked at the elders with goosebumps all over their bodies. Although they couldn't understand what they were talking about, the eyes are an alternative channel that can directly hit the soul. Sometimes good and bad can be seen at a glance. come out.

"Brother Ye, I'm so flustered." The fat man murmured suddenly.

"No matter how bad the Taoism that Lao Tzu has passed down through the ages is, it won't take people to refine medicine, right?" Xiang Jingjing said at this time.

"This is no longer on Earth, and this Taoist sect is not Lao Tzu's Taoist sect. Maybe he can really use people to make medicine." Peng Ye said, "In short, if this old man has the right to choose, we'd better not Contacting him, they seem to be choosing disciples and are very interested in us."

Half an hour later.

The other Taoist priests had already been taken away by others, and there were only eleven of them and a few old people left in Qingshi Square.

Silence.

However, the quieter they were, the more uneasy they felt.

"What are they going to do?" Han Feizi asked the old man in white.

The old man in white suddenly looked at Peng Ye and the others again, his old eyes became more serious and serious.

At the same time, Peng Ye could clearly feel a transparent force, like a long snake hovering over his body, from bottom to top and then disappearing in an instant.

Not only Peng Ye, but everyone else was the same, as if they were being spied on, very scary.

"That's right, hahaha, this time, Han Feizi, you've made a great contribution." The white-clothed old man suddenly laughed excitedly, very relieved, and said: "It's true that God helped me, Dao Xuanzong, and sent some good seedlings! "

"Master, they obviously don't have any cultivation foundation...you are." Han Feizi was slightly puzzled.

"Fate makes people, good fortune makes people, hahaha, in time, our Dao Xuanzong in the Eastern Wasteland will definitely regain its old glory!" The old Taoist in white seemed to be very happy, and looked at Han Feizi, "It is precisely because they have no cultivation base, and even They are weaker than ordinary people, but they have withstood the marrow washing of the longevity fruit! It has changed their bones!"

"What? They ate the legendary... longevity fruit?!" Elder Duan on the side heard the words, his gloomy old eyes became a little dazed, and he said in disbelief: "That is the sunflower fruit that many immortal cultivators dream of. Treasure! The essence contained in it is enough to drive any cultivator crazy! But if one’s own cultivation level is too low, eating it will cause backlash. They...they actually made a mistake...how is this possible!"

"Everything is possible. The so-called Phoenix Nirvana dies first and then reborn. They are just the opposite of things, and they are blessed by misfortune! It is God's will." The white-clothed old man looked at the sky while speaking, "Han Feizi, arrange them. The suzerain is not here. I will teach them tomorrow."

"Yes." Han Feizi nodded, waved to Peng Ye and the others, and signaled to come with me.

Fatty, Peng Jinghong and others followed, while Peng Ye followed after bowing slightly to the old man in white at the end.

The old man in white smiled and nodded kindly. He is quite optimistic about this young man, and the little fat man before is also quite good.

After all, age also has an advantage in the journey of cultivating immortality, even if the advantage is not big, even a little bit insignificant.

But at this moment, Elder Duan looked at the backs of Peng Ye and the others with his brows, and actually licked his tongue. On the surface, he couldn't see anything, but the excitement hidden between his brows was almost crazy...

"The eleven of them, you'd better not make up your mind. If they lose even a little bit, Duan Gen, you should prepare your own coffin." The white-clothed old man disappeared after his words.

As soon as these words came out, Elder Duan inadvertently shivered, recovered from the excitement, and then hurriedly left Qingshi Square.

From this we can see the status of the old Taoist in white in Daoxuanzong.

(End of this chapter)