The Establishment and Development of Chunyang Palace in the Realm of Cultivation

The old door opened, and an excited old man sprang out. Zheng Haoran froze for a moment, then turned to look at Qi Xian.In the meantime, Qi Xian looked normal, and even showed a sincere smile.

"Trouble Elder Hong, how is everything going with your faction?"

"It's okay, it's okay, everything is as usual," the old man smiled, and was very happy to see Qi Xian, "Look at me, why are we talking at the door, come in, come in." Patting his head, the old man quickly Invite people in.

Zheng Haoran hurriedly followed the poised Qi Xian into this abandoned house.Only after entering the door did I know what the desolation of the cold wind sweeping the fallen leaves is.

The spacious yard is overgrown with weeds and rotten wood everywhere. You can vaguely see that the remains of furniture are stacked randomly in the corner of the wall. There is a pond in the east, which has dried up. You can see the bottom of the pond covered with dust and pebbles, and the edge of the pond is drooping. An unknown dead tree with coiled branches.In such a situation, according to Qi Xuan, is this still a sect?

"Fellow Daoist Qi, what do you mean by visiting the mountain city this time?" The old man asked while leading the way, and Zheng Haoran quickly withdrew his gaze.

"To be honest, this time I'm out of Shiwan Dashan and I don't plan to go back again." Qi Xian didn't hide anything.

"Qi Daoyou, why is this?" The old man turned around in surprise.

"It's hard to say, so it doesn't matter if you don't mention it." The melancholy expression on Qi Xian's beautiful face made people suddenly feel compassion.

Zheng Haoran secretly rolled his eyes, always feeling that this old man had filled up a lot of content in his brain.

"Xiao Hong!" A loud shout pierced through the untouched hall, three people jumped off, and before he recovered his senses, a boy in messy clothes broke through the door.

"Xiaohong, Xiaohong, Xiaohong! You don't know how excited I am!" The young man threw himself on the old man's mountain, grabbed his thin and withered shoulders and shook vigorously. The shaking old man almost rolled his eyes. The one on the right squeaked and shook twice, then fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up pieces of dust.

After the chaos of war, Zheng Haoran and Qi Xian sat at the table in the living room which was still in good condition, and each of them looked at each other with a broken cup in their hands. Plus the voices of the two.

"Master of the door, what's the matter with you? You don't hold it when you are here." The old man picked up a wooden board on the ground and gestured on the cracked door.

"Hey, Xiaohong, don't be angry, I'm too excited." The boy stretched out his hand and held the board.

"Don't call me Xiaohong, why are you so excited?" the old man said helplessly.

"You'll be happy to hear that! My message about accepting apprentices on the master-student sub-forum of the main forum of Tiandao.com has been answered!"

"Really!" The old man was so happy that he even threw away the hammer in his hand.

On the side, Zheng Haoran, who was holding the dark tea and didn't know whether to drink it or not, hesitantly leaned into Qi Xian's ear and asked in a low voice: "They just chat like no one else?"

"Just get used to it." Qi Yuan silently pushed the tea aside. If I remember correctly, the Feijian Sect used the leaves of the old peach tree by the dry pond to make tea a few years ago.

Seeing Qi Yuan push the tea aside, Zheng Haoran was also a little moved, but good manners still prevailed, Zheng Haoran lowered his head and took a sip meaningfully.

"puff!"

"Oh my god! What are you doing! It's so dirty!" Qi Xian screamed, and slapped Zheng Haoran away.

"Ahem, yes, I'm sorry." Zheng Haoran crawled back, the tea was really too bad to drink.

"What's wrong with you?" The two people who were still repairing the door heard the movement and looked over.

"No, it's okay, Elder Hong, you can do what you want." Qi Xian gave Zheng Haoran a disgusted look, but luckily he hid in time.

"We've finished it too," the boy jumped into the door, "Qi Xian, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Wei Ming." Qi Xian nodded.

"What is the purpose of coming this time?" The boy named Wei Ming walked to one side of the table and sat down straight away. The old man who followed him skillfully turned over the upside-down teacup on the table and filled a cup of dark tea. Wei Ming naturally picked it up and took a sip.

Zheng Haoran looked at Wei Ming gulping down an unknown liquid as if he had lost his sense of taste, his eyelids twitched a bit.

"I won't go back." Qi Xian propped her head and looked at the nail cover of her other hand.

"Huh? You can leave at last?" This Wei Ming obviously knew what Wei Ming said.

"Yeah, how about borrowing your place to live?" Qi Xian stated her request bluntly.

"Why are you looking for us? With your current cultivation, you can be offered anywhere, right?" Wei Ming looked at Qi Xian suspiciously.

"I came to you as soon as I got off the mountain, are you going to keep me out?"

Zheng Haoran saw that he had nothing to do anyway, so he simply watched the two of them coming and going, rubbing the teacup in his hand, staring straight ahead, his eyes were dull, in simple terms he was in a daze.Suddenly, Zheng Haoran was stunned for a moment, and his eyes met the old man standing behind Wei Ming. The old man smiled kindly at him, and Zheng Haoran hurriedly smiled back.

"Zheng Haoran." It was Qi Yuan's voice.

"Ah? What?" Zheng Haoran looked blank.

"I didn't call you." Qi Yuan rolled her eyes at the stupid Zheng Haoran.

"He's telling me your name." Wei Ming explained it just right.

"Oh, that, I'm Zheng Haoran, you, nice to meet you." Zheng Haoran re-spoken temporarily, ending with a word that is more in line with the style of the current situation.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Wei Ming," the boy said with a smile, and then pointed to the old man standing behind him, "This is Wei Xiaohong, you can call him Xiaohong."

"Sect Master!" The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, obviously he was very dissatisfied with this nickname.

Zheng Haoran smiled awkwardly, calling an old man Xiaohong, which is not very good.

Qi Xian and Zheng Haoran officially lived here, and Uncle Hong gave them a room that was still intact in the whole house.Zheng Haoran sent Uncle Hong away, rolled up his sleeves and began to clean the room, of course Qi Xian cannot be expected for such a thing.

"There is dust under your feet, pay attention, yes, there is left, left! Back up! You are stepping on something dirty..." Qi Xianyi pointed at Zheng Haoran on the door frame that Zheng Haoran had just cleaned.

"I said." Zheng Haoran wiped his sweat with his arm.

"What?" Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Can you be your beautiful man quietly?" Zheng Haoran tucked his clothes into his waistband at this moment, squatting on the ground with a disheveled face, the background is crumbling windows and piles of freshly cleaned waste.

"You can't stop me from having some fun with myself."

"Am I your fun?" Zheng Haoran frowned, seeing Qi Xian turned his head and stopped looking at him, "Okay, since you are so boring, let's do something, for example, tell me about Wei Ming's situation." Zheng Haoran Haoran surrendered.

"Well, since you want to know so much." Qi Xian walked into the room, applied a dust removal technique to a low chair, and sat down.

"You can obviously..." Zheng Haoran jumped up.

"Are you still listening?" Qi Xian interrupted Zheng Haoran impatiently.

Zheng Haoran was so depressed that he simply sat on the ground and nodded.

"As you have heard, Wei Ming and Wei Xiaohong are indeed the masters and elders of a sect of self-cultivation. This sect is called Feijianmen, and it is a sword cultivator sect."

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Qi Xian's use of spells without using himself, Zheng Haoran was still aroused curiosity, so he asked: "Sword cultivator sect? Such a place?" In his own consciousness, the worst sword cultivator sect should be In a mountain, there is a vast space to fly around, but here...

"Because Feijianmen is in decline. Feijianmen is a family inheritance sect, and the ancestors settled in Wangshan City. Although it is not a top-notch sect, it also has its own hilltop, but it has declined now, leaving only this A house." Qi Yuan talked eloquently.

"That's it." Zheng Haoran rubbed his chin.

"Okay, you can continue cleaning." Qi Xian stood up.

"Hey! Don't you consider using spells to help me?" Zheng Haoran stretched out his hand to persuade him to stay.

"I, no, yes." Qi Xian said every word, and left without looking back.

Zheng Haoran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to stand up and roll up his sleeves to continue working.All the rubbish was thrown out, the dust on the ground was swept away, and the poor usable furniture was scrubbed clean.In the end, Zheng Haoran looked at the empty room and felt a headache.

No bed, no table, no chairs, and most importantly, no money, he, Qi Xian, and Fei Jianmen have no money.Zheng Haoran wailed inwardly.

"Xiaoshi, please open the backpack." The system suddenly jumped out again.

"You can scare people every time you appear, do you know that?" Zheng Haoran hated this feature of the system very much.

"I know, knight, please open the backpack, a tool in the backpack can solve the current troubles." The system said so.

Zheng Haoran was dubious, so he opened the backpack: "Which one are you talking about?" The backpack was full of things, including brightly colored and shiny strange stones, equipment and weapons placed in a mess, various bottles and cans, and more. Both raw and cooked food... Zheng Haoran had no choice but to ask the system.

"Hero, have you seen the third grid in the second row of the first backpack column?"

"Is it that long, oddly shaped, metallic thing?"

"Yes, that's it, knight, please take it out."

Zheng Haoran followed his advice and took out that thing.I didn't realize until I got the thing in my hand that it was really heavy.With a bang, Zheng Haoran put this unknown thing on the ground.

"What is this?" Zheng Haoran studied carefully.If the thing in front of me hadn't been a bit sharp in shape, with obvious stitching marks, it would have looked like an iron lump, or a big iron lump.

"Hero, this is Tiangong Suoye."

"What the hell?"

"Tiangong Suoye, chivalrous. This is a must-have field survival tool for home travel of the swordsman. It integrates mining, cooking, casting, sewing, cooking, collection, and pharmaceutical functions. It is a chivalrous man from all aspects and multiple angles. You are worthy of the high-quality life service provided by the taxi!" The voice of the system is impassioned.

"..." Zheng Haoran rolled his eyes, "I'd better put it away."