Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

The Palace Master's life is very regular recently, practicing kung fu, feeding the birds, and spending the rest of the time watching apprentices on the top of the mountain, so he is quite familiar with the affairs in the Tiangong. Think it's a good time to--

A good time to figure out who you are, and earn rewards!

There are many people, so there are many miscellaneous things that can be heard, not to mention the Hong Kong reporters who came very fast and dared to say anything.

[Host, reporters from the cultivation world are not Hong Kong reporters! 】Everything in the system recently starts from the point of maintaining "the face of the comprehension world".

Yes, of course not, the Palace Master didn't even want to tell it: You journalists in the realm of comprehension are still stuck in the era of the Industrial Revolution!

In this world, cultivators engaged in the news industry are of course not called reporters like they were in their previous lives. Coincidentally, the palace lord now knows that they are commonly called "spiritual spies" and they are indeed fast—ordinary The flight speed of a spiritual spy can be three times faster than that of ordinary practitioners. They record new and interesting things all over the world, organize them and hand them over to the unified leader, and then distribute them with a talisman paper like a newspaper. For practitioners who subscribe to the news.

The palace masters who watched the live broadcast from the mirror also observed it. This is roughly equivalent to the time when television was just invented at the end of the [-]th century and the beginning of the [-]th century in the previous life, so it is not necessary for ordinary families; Once, I took him to a spiritual mirror shop on Changjiao Street. Water mirrors, bronze mirrors, and dressing mirrors were available in various shapes, covering all the styles that the Palace Master had seen in movies and TV dramas in his previous life.

"Master, this is called the 'Mirror Mirror of the Eight Directions, Immoving the Heavens, Peeping the Earth, Exploring the Sun, Moon, Yin and Yang, Contemplating the Heart and Asking the Soul'. It was invented by the demon cultivators in Shandu in the last 100 years or so."

Fu Yuanzhi introduced it considerately, and also repeated the full name twice. After the palace master listened silently, he felt that Yaoxiu was a good tongue twister.

——Then what kind of stupid name, it’s too long, so you can’t choose something as catchy as “television”?

Moreover, this thing is not close to the people, it burns spiritual power, Fu Yuanzhi shared his experience of using it: holding it in his hand for half an hour, it seems that the body has been hollowed out-it is almost like an anti-addiction system.

While the palace lord was wandering, his little apprentice was called away by Zhilvtang again.

"Fairy Yan wants you to meet her immediately in front of the long steps of the mountain gate." This time, the senior sister of Zhilvtang was very kind, and she kindly reminded her, "Fairy Yan was very good when she ordered a few body exercises in your Chuxin Palace. , I want you to go to Yujing with her to do some errands. When you go out, you will represent our Yunmeng Tiangong. You go back to your room and change into the disciple dress of Chuxin Palace. After a while, you will meet Fairy Yan. The fairy will give you a flying sword .Come on, give me your arm first, and I will remove your no-fly symbol."

Yujing?

While the apprentice was changing clothes, the palace lord listened to the gossip from the spirit spies—it was very simple, the sword cultivator of the Qiongshan Sword Sect was delayed in Yujing City, and asked Yunmeng Tiangong to pick him up—no wonder Yan Rong selects disciples who are good-looking, and the Qiongshan Sword Sect loves ostentation, and in this regard, Yan Rong, who is also a sword cultivator, is not inferior in the slightest.

"Master, Yujing City is very lively. It is much more prosperous than Changjiao Street. I stayed in Yujing for one night before coming to Tiangong. It happened to be the 'Tide Watching Festival'. Every year, the clouds and mist rising from the long river of Yunzechuan On that night, it flooded into Yujing City like a sea tide, and lotus lanterns were floating all over the sky. I heard that in recent years, Yujing City has specially built a water area. It's as big as a fist..."

Fu Yuanzhi was very interested, and kept talking about Yujing, "By the way, Master, the cage that I wanted to buy for Daju last time was not bought, and we will pick another one in Yujing..."

The innocent big orange was rolling at the palace lord's feet, his fat hind legs trembled like a squashed orange.

"Yuanzhi." The palace lord suddenly remembered something and interrupted with a smile.

"Master?"

"I can't go out of the heaven with you."

"..." Fu Yuanzhi stopped silently, turned his head to look at Yueqi Peak, the peak began to disappear into the sea of ​​clouds from the middle of the mountain, it was so quiet and deserted, even though the Yunzechuan Mountains were continuous, he could clearly see where Yueqi was.

The Palace Master didn't need to try, he just knew clearly that his divine sense would definitely not be able to leave the gate of Yunmeng Tiangong. After Fu Yuanzhi left the central area of ​​Tiangong, his field of vision became narrower the further he went, until the little apprentice stood still, In front of the Palace Master, he could only see the slightly drooping corners of his apprentice's mouth.

Oops... so cute, I really want to rub his head.

Melancholy, I can only use Daju's ass instead.

"As a teacher, I have basic mentality. You can take it and look at it casually, and keep it if you find it useful." The palace master said, and casually laid out some cultivation experience and exercises that were found out of the bookshelves before. Strength is a good thing, and it also has the function of copying and pasting. The palace master directly copies the content into the divine sense, and sinks into the disciple's primordial consciousness sea with a flash of spiritual light.

Hmm... The knife manual exchanged by the system is also sent, which is faster than Bluetooth!It's just that the system is too stingy and only changes a little at a time.

【It's all given to you, won't you just give it to your apprentice! ] The system protested.

"Then what's the matter, the apprentice is mine now, so what's wrong with me giving him something?" the palace master retorted.

So he told his apprentice: "Be careful outside."

Fu Yuanzhi replied in a low voice: "The disciple knows."

The palace lord nodded, but after thinking about it, he was still not at ease, and continued to tell: "When you meet a fight, especially a devil, don't be brave."

This is very important!Last time, the Qin witch just said something bad about the principal of her alma mater, made this childish, and insisted on it regardless of the difference in cultivation, that would not work!

"When something happens, remember to hide behind Yanrong." The palace owner said, "If Yanrong fights with someone, you should run quickly and go to the Heavenly Palace."

While talking, Fu Yuanzhi was happy: "Master, that disciple will become a shrinking turtle."

What happened to the tortoise, the tortoise lives a long life!The Palace Master didn't take it seriously: "You are still young, you haven't reached the time when you should stand up to the sky."

……

There is nothing particularly novel about the design of the mountain gate. It is higher, larger, with more steps, and the long steps are straight and straight, extending to the foot of the mountain, and the side cannot be seen at a glance.After Fu Yuanzhi reached the senior level, he basically couldn't feel the consciousness of the master. He was a little bit lost. At the beginning, there were always people watching in the dark. Thinking about it would make him blush unconsciously. After getting used to it, now he feels Empty little stuff.

This kind of emptiness did not last long, because Yan Rong, the Dragon Slayer Sword Immortal, and several disciples who seemed to be covered by dark clouds were already standing on the long steps. The handsome boy in white met him.

——Young Master Yujing.

It's lively.

Sending off the disciples, the palace lord returned all his spiritual thoughts to the body, looked at the clouds rolling around the mountain for a while, and felt the ancient people's feelings of sorrow for spring and autumn. The big orange at his feet lay on the ground and gnawed grass. Even the cubs who refused to grow their fur didn't know where the waves went.

Not long after, the Palace Master heard a commotion, and his thoughts spread, only to see——a black-clothed Herrscher angrily reprimanding his disciples:

"What's the matter with you? Why have all the concentric flowers on Yunwu Peak been picked? It's the latest breed cultivated by the sect master. It's very rare. It can be sent to the alchemy room as soon as it matures... There are people outside the sect master's courtyard. Sneaking, and you don't know anything?"

"Senior Brother Yinming, we really don't know. There is an enchantment outside the head's residence. We don't have enough spiritual power and limited cultivation, so we dare not intrude. With this enchantment, it stands to reason that even birds can't fly in. ..."

Yin Ming, who has been in charge of Zhilvtang for hundreds of years, also knew this, but when he turned his head, his face was blacker than his robe with anger: "The birds can't fly in, what's the matter with the bird droppings?"

The disciples were speechless—the door frame of the head's residence was densely covered with bird droppings, as if all the birds in Yunmeng lined up to shake their shit.

"Jeep!"

The palace lord turned her head silently, and saw her own hairless cub suddenly appear, jumping up and down, its small eyes were very bright, it opened its small mouth, hiccupped first, then stretched its neck hard, its throat moved slowly, slowly Slowly, a weird big treasure emerges...

Crash, the palace lord was buried alive by the flowers sprayed out by the bird cub.

... What a broken bird!The palace lord stretched out a hand from Huashanli, pinched the round bird, and looked at it horizontally and vertically—so you are a storage bird, and there is a different dimension in your stomach?

Others’ golden fingers are storage space, why is mine a bird that has no hair and likes to throw bird droppings?

"Tell me, it's fine if you come back with two precious knives. Why are you bringing so many flowers for me?" The palace lord poked the bird's belly helplessly, "You also learned how to shake shit?"

The bird cub squatted in the palm of the Palace Mistress's hand in aggrieved manner, and chirped twice, which probably meant: I will never shit on Yueqi Peak!

……

"Senior Brother Yin, several disciples of Chuxin Palace have skipped class recently, and I don't know where they went. Should we go find..."

Yin Ming flicked his sleeves coldly: "I'll go find it, you guys, wipe the bird poop for the head!"

"...Yes..." The disciples grimaced and began to clean up the sticky bird droppings.

The efficiency of Zhilvtang is very fast, the bird droppings are cleaned up, but the flower fields that have been harassed cannot be cleaned up. When Qiu Xian came back, he saw Yinming's frightened face.

Take another look at the spiritual creature that I have cultivated so hard...

"Sect Master, calm down!" Yin Ming knelt down and kowtowed.

"...Three thousand flowers with seven orifices are about to mature." Qiuxian said, "One mature flower with seven orifices can extract a large amount of juice, and the amount of one flower can refine a bottle of high-grade Peiyuan Pill, and three thousand plants..."

Yinming broke into a cold sweat.

"Three thousand plants!" Qiu Xian, the leader, was really furious, "Three thousand plants are even enough to nourish and replenish the broken soul of a primordial spirit!"

"The head... I'm afraid it's some ignorant monster in Yunzechuan..."

"Go and catch it for me!" Qiuxian even picked up Yinming's collar, ready to throw him down the mountain, "Who dares to eat it for me, even if its soul is refined with real fire, I will also give me the essence." Squeeze it out!"

"Yes!" Yinming smiled wryly, "But master, are you trying to save someone? Should the disciples notify the medical immortals to come—"

"It's not me." Qiu Xian calmed down for a moment, "Master Yu Jing asked me to plant three thousand seven orifice concentric flowers for him, and then he was willing to return a very important thing to me. One...very important thing."

Yin Ming didn't dare to ask Mi Xin of his elders any more, and ran away in despair, deciding that he would never go to the head of the sect to look for smoke until he caught the damned stealing monster.