Raised a god

Ji Chulian looked curiously at the noisy place, and saw that it was an extremely luxurious cloud boat, about tens of feet wide and hundreds of feet long. The wings are paved with Bai Lingyu, and the boat looks like a Qionglou Yuyu, which shows that the design is really hard.

At this time, there were about dozens of monks standing on the bow of the boat, and their faces could not be seen clearly from a distance.

Fu Xian took a look at her and knew that she didn't quite understand, and explained, "That's Wan Ruizong who is the number one in the east. There are as many as seven old monsters in the period, and it is rumored that the highest and deepest one is about to break through, but this time even the leader of such a small competition is Changfeng Daoist in the Nascent Soul Stage, I am afraid that Wan Ruizong really came out. You are a very remarkable junior, you can see that everyone has waited for Wan Ruizong alone for so long and they are not surprised, they have always been famous for being arrogant..."

Ji Chulian nodded, "A very remarkable junior... Is it the same generation as us? Could it be that he has a single spiritual root like my master?"

Fu Xian frowned, and said, "I heard that he entered the door five years ago, so he must be of the same generation as us, but it would be better if he had a single spirit root. I remember that this year Jiushao Pavilion also produced a single spirit The female cultivator of the root, I heard that it is a mutated wind spirit root, but the Jiushao Pavilion is a treasure, but just a single spirit root, every few years can always find a few good seedlings..."

Ji Chulian said in surprise, "There is something more..."

Before the words were finished, the cloud boat had already arrived at the bottom, and all the sect leaders stepped forward to meet him. The one who came out first was of course the Master Changfeng, who already had gray hair, and his appearance was still about 30 years old, with a handsome appearance. But the look is proud, the eyes are vicissitudes that do not meet the age, wearing a dark red robe, the sleeves and the hem are embroidered with silver black patterns, and holding a piece of Buddha dust in his left hand, he looks very noble. After looking around, he casually Said a few words, "I have kept you waiting for a long time, but some minor incidents have caused the delay."

Everyone hurriedly said no, but the 50-[-]-year-old head of Jin Dan surrounded the real Changfeng, and she laughed a little bit by saying "senior".

Behind Daoist Changfeng are dozens of new disciples, divided into two rows, the women are dressed in lavender, and the men are in light blue. They all look indifferent and have good looks, not inferior to Jiushao Pavilion, which is famous for its female cultivators. Quite seductive.

Normally, someone would whisper to these disciples, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on one person.

That person was also wearing a light blue robe, but he was not among the dozens of disciples. He was standing directly beside the real Changfeng. He was about 20 years old. A folding fan was casually placed by his waist. Seeing the concentrated gazes of the crowd, he turned his face slightly indifferently and met those gazes with a black silk crown hanging down.

Ji Chulian was also stunned.

The Master Changfeng gave a slight smile, and when he mentioned his mana, he said clearly and resoundingly in the ears of everyone present:

"My Wan Ruizong is fortunate to be a disciple of Xianlinggen. It is really a hundred years—no, no, a thousand years of blessing! I am also grateful to everyone in Donglin for their support for many years. For those who entered the top [-] in this competition, Wan Ruizong will give a foundation building pill , Those who enter the top ten will be given a bottle of Lingquan."

As if to respond to the words of Master Changfeng, the man loosely opened the folding fan and twitched the corner of his mouth.

There is a picture of an adult nine-tailed celestial fox on the folding fan. The surface of the fan is woven with Dongqin nine-gold silk, the bones of the fan are woven with thousand-year-old ice-patterned sandalwood, and finally decorated with colorful evening silver sparrow tail feathers, matching his appearance. The mole at the corner of his eye is actually It was as if a spirit ink was tapped on it, and it was radiant and dazzling for a moment.

"Yao, thanks to the great love of the sect."

What do you mean, look attractive, fascinated?

……

Shen Jinzhi was deeply impressed by the first appearance of Gong Ziyao. It was nothing more than a little strange why the female author always liked to write that the male protagonist had a face that captivated all living beings.

A man should always act like a man, and he couldn't imagine a man turning things upside down.

However, now he seems to... somewhat understand.

The young man in front of him has an immature face, as if he was born in nature, and he is only fourteen or fifteen years old. His expression is innocent and gentle, and he does not have the frivolous and frivolous appearance of a young man in the novel. On the contrary, he seems to have seen something interesting. He is curious and serious from top to bottom. Really looked at Shen Jinzhi again.

Shen Jinzhi hadn't realized the strange behavior of the young man, but looked at the other party's drooping eyelashes in a daze, and then looked at the water drops that had just sprinkled on his face, which were crystal clear, and slowly descended along the young man's neck, passing by clavicle……

... what a sin.

The young man suddenly took another step forward. They were already very close to each other. The two young men were about the same size, so they could almost hear each other's snort.

Shen Jinzhi's eyes were full of that impeccable face, he moved his throat lightly, and took a step back.

The boy took another step forward, his eyes were clear, and he looked straight at him.

Shen Jinzhi gritted his teeth and took another step back. As a result, his feet were empty, his heart was already a little flustered, and Dang even fell on the grass very timidly.

The pain made him recover a little bit of calmness, and only then did he feel that the boy's behavior was too strange...

However, in the next second he couldn't say anything, the young man bent down, his hair was scattered around his ear, Shen Jinzhi stared at that face blankly.

Then he gently, sticking out his tongue, licked his cheek.

"!"

Shen Jinzhi quickly pushed the boy away, then quickly got up and backed up more than ten steps before recovering.

The boy stood where he was, looking at him with some doubts and grievances.

Shen Jinzhi has lived for 27 years and has never been the only one who plays hooligans. Even if he met a few hot and open people before, it was just something he made fun of. Feeling welling up in his heart, he looked at the other party very complicatedly, but the young man acted as if he hadn't done anything, and his eyes were still so clear that he didn't know where to start.

Now he really wants to go back to that book and look through it, to see if he didn't see it clearly before. In fact, it says that Ji Chubai looks like a little girl disguised as a man.

Even if it was, wouldn't the peerless little beauty by the lake be even more alluring?

"Thanks to this immortal for saving her life, it's hard to repay her life-saving grace. How dare Chu Lian ask the immortal's name?"

Ji Chulian's voice sounded behind the young man, and Shen Jin subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, at least he got rid of the embarrassing situation of staring at each other.

Ji Chulian just went to Shihou to change into that clean set of clothes, and she didn't see that embarrassing scene, but she also keenly noticed that the atmosphere seemed a little...subtle, but she couldn't tell why it was strange.

The boy turned around, glanced at Ji Chulian slightly, and said politely, "You're welcome, girl, my surname is Bai, and I have a single name."

Looking at the young man's face, Ji Chulian was stunned for a while before she lowered her head in shock, "...Bai, hello Immortal Bai."

Shen Jinzhi was also taken aback. He didn't read much of the original novel. It seems that the son Yao in the novel didn't have a complete name from the beginning to the end. It was just that he was the only closed disciple of the head of Wan Ruizong at that time, and his status was extremely honorable. It is called Gongzi Dish.

He is not sure if this is Gongzi Yao, if he says no, he does not believe that there is another face in the world that matches the face written in the book, and it brings... that kind of feeling.

His face is captivating, and he is fascinated.

But if, based on the calculation of time, Gongzi Yao joined Wan Ruizong at the age of 15, how could he appear in the deep mountains and old forests in the mortal world now?

Bai Yao turned his head to look at Shen Jinzhi again. There was a faint sense of joy in the young man's clear eyes. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised. From Shen Jinzhi's perspective, the curvature of his side face illuminated by the light just matched Ji Chulian's eyes. It was overshadowed by that side of the world, "You...what's your name?"

Shen Jinzhi's voice was astringent, "Ji... Chubai."

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up, warm and moist.

Ji Chulian was very good-looking since she was a child, and she has always been confident in her appearance. It was only after she was hit hard that she realized the urgent task of the moment, "Dare to ask Immortal Bai, do you know the location of Zixia Mountain?"

Bai Yao turned his head and thought for a while, "Zixia Mountain...do you want to worship Luo Zizong?"

Ji Chulian's eyes lit up, "Is there really an immortal sect on Zixia Mountain?"

Bai Yao nodded, and said, "I happen to be going to Luozizong too, so I might as well bring you along."

Shen Jin was taken aback, Young Master Yao was not a disciple of Wan Ruizong, how could he go to Luozizong?

Ji Chulian was also taken aback, "Immortal, you are already an immortal, why... go to the sect too?"

"I'm just a casual cultivator in the Qi refining period, so naturally I'm going to cultivate in the Great Sect." Bai Yao seemed more confused than Ji Chulian, "You...don't know anything?"

Ji Chulian shook her head.

"Oh." Bai Yao nodded in understanding.

Shen Jinzhi waited for a while and realized that there was indeed no more to say after Bai Yao's "oh", so he couldn't help asking, "Immortal...won't you tell us?"

Hearing Shen Jinzhi's words, Bai Yao's eyes sparkled, as if he was expecting his question, "Ah, what do you want to know?"

Shen Jinzhi thought about the vicious and unfathomable son Yao in the original novel, and felt that he probably, should, maybe made a mistake.

This is obviously just a silly white sweet who hasn't had much experience in the world.

Can someone really... change that much in such a short five years?

Only then did Shen Jinzhi realize that his throat was so dry, he licked his lips, and asked, "For example... where are you from, how do you know... these fairy arts?"

Bai Yao didn't answer his words right away, Shen Jinzhi raised his head a little strangely, and saw that young man was staring at him seriously... to be precise, he was staring at his lips.

"..."

"I used to be from a very small sect called Tianqingmen," the young man recalled with some distress, "It's a pity that the Tianqingmen was approached by the enemy not long ago and wiped out the entire sect. I took the opportunity to escape. The Linluo Purple Sect is currently recruiting disciples from the mortal world every five years, so it must be fate to meet you."

Ji Chulian's face turned pale when she heard the word Miemen, she couldn't believe it, "You...are you not in pain?"

Bai Yao was stunned, "Painful? Why..."

Tears fell from Ji Chulian's eyes, and she ran towards the direction she came from without saying a word.

Seeing her run out, Bai Yao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Jinzhi seriously, "Then is it too late for me to suffer now?"

Shen Jinzhi: "..."

"If I'm not in pain, don't you want to run away too?"

Shen Jinzhi: "..."