My Master is Lin Zhengying

After a while, Nan Chen saw an old man in a purple Taoist robe.

Holding a whisk in hand, he slowly walked out of the hall.

The old man looks like a fairy, with white beard and hair, and white eyebrows on his temples.

But his face was full of red and full of energy.

He came to the steps and shook his whisk.

Facing the heroes of the world, Shi said in a long voice:

"Immeasurable Celestial Venerable, poor Dao Jiuxuan.

Greetings again to friends from all over the world, gather here. "

As soon as the voice fell, all the factions below responded one after another.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate."

There are three out of seventy Jiuxuan Daoists, who are highly respected.

Being the leader of the alliance for many years, he has maintained the stability of the various factions, dealt with all kinds of grievances and grievances, and killed many demons.

After the Master Jiuxuan finished greeting, he spoke again:

"Fellow Taoists, you have traveled thousands of miles to come to my Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

If the hospitality is not good enough, please fellow daoists Haihan..."

Master Jiuxuan first gave a polite opening speech, which felt no different from a meeting.

Then, it was jittering again, introducing the situation of each faction and the war discipline of each faction in recent years.

For example, how many demons were destroyed by the Wudang School, how many demons were killed by the Maoshan School, and how many ghosts were saved by Zen Master Shaolin.

So-and-so walks alone, and where, and fights so-and-so monsters alone.

Miscellaneous, and then asked them to come to the stage to make a appearance and express a few words of reflection.

Then find a treasure, medicine pill or something.

At first, Nan Chen was a little interested.

But when there were too many people, and he didn't know each other, he lost that mood.

Nan Chen and many young monks who participated in the Taoist meeting for the first time began to scratch their skin.

Wen Cai even complained to Uncle Jiu:

"Master, is this the Daomen Conference?

It's been almost two hours, my legs are going to be numb, and the weather is still so hot. "

"Yeah, I'm dying of heat!"

Qiu Sheng was also in the mood.

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes at the two of them:

"These are the pioneers of exorcism in the Taoist sect. They should be respectful and stand still."

Qiu Shengwen was reprimanded, not daring to talk nonsense.

I can only stand where I am and continue to listen.

But also absent-minded.

After another half an hour, the "award presentation" was finally over.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that their legs were weak.

Then came the banquet.

The square was quickly cleared and the seats set up.

Finally, according to the waist card level, school, etc., each finds a table.

Uncle Jiu and the others wore purple and blue badges, so the banquet was disrupted.

Nan Chen and the others have black waist cards, so they can only sit in the lowest class and the casual practice area on the side.

Nan Chen, Qiu Sheng Wencai, Jia Le Qingqing were sitting together, and Zuo Sanqian was sitting with three strangers.

Those three people, one old and two young.

As soon as he sat down, Zuo Sanqian introduced:

"Everyone, these three are from the wooden door.

This is the wooden head.

These two are his disciples, Mu Chang and Mu Short. "

wooden door?Long-term and short-term?

Nan Chen almost couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

This is also a small sect that is not popular.