My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

The breeze is far away from the mountains, the fairy mist is misty, the white cranes are shuttling in the sea of ​​clouds, and the clear and crisp sound of the piano is coming from nowhere in the distance.

On the top of the mountain stood a soaring stone stele. The two men, dressed in black robes and white-bottomed cassocks, stepped on the swords of magic swords and hurriedly rubbed the words on the stone stele.

This is the stele of Yingtian, bearing the wisdom of heaven, and has a glimpse of the fate of the cultivation world. The names one after another on it are all the schools that exist in the cultivation world today.In descending order of sect strength, the closer to the bottom of Yingtian Monument, the lower the strength and unknown.

The spiritual paper was rubbed one after another, and now when the cultivation world is full of aura and prosperity, the new sects are like bamboo shoots after spring, and there are countless.

"Brother, how much do you have left?" The sword cultivator below put away the rubbings of the spiritual paper, and looked up at the person hidden in the misty clouds above.

"It will take half an hour."

"It's almost the same here." Jianxiu wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, looked down at the bottom of the stele under the sword, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, rubbing is ready."

After finishing, the rubbing spirit paper has to be handed over to the director hall, who will personally handle the printing and distribution of invitations, and must be sure to send them to all sects before the fairy gate party in two years' time.

The spiritual paper is printed on the stone tablet, and the name of the sect is branded on it using spells as a medium.

When the sword cultivator above finished rubbing the upper part of the Yingtian Monument, and when it fell to the ground, he found that his junior brother had already reaped the merits.

"Senior brother, I found that the Yingtian Monument seems to be different from the rumors." The younger brother leaned over and said in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"It is said that the height of the Yingtian Monument is due to the sect, there is one more sect, and the height of the monument is half a foot, but the bottom of the Yingtian Monument is clearly blank, there is nothing..."

The senior brother had no choice but to take a step forward, bent one knee, and brushed away the weeds growing at the bottom of the stele under a blank space with his fingers.Tilted his head slightly so that his junior brother behind him could see clearly: "The Yingtian Monument is intact, but you missed one."

"what?"

The words at the bottom were stained with mud, and the handwriting was slightly unclear.The younger brother stretched his neck, and after distinguishing for a long time, he read out each word: "Ling, jade, door."

"Total number of sects: 12. Disciples of the sect: eleven, 11?!"

"Eleven disciples? A total of 12 people, that is, there is only one master, and the rest are all disciples. Can this also be called a sect? So there is such a big blank under the Yingtian Monument, and at the end there is a Lingyu Gate, all in response to the sky. Beibei thinks that this Lingyu Sect can't even compare with those without sect?"

"should be."

The senior brother took the spirit paper from the younger brother's hand.

The Lingyu Sect was only established in recent years. In view of the fact that the Immortal Sect is connected with each other, as soon as the Lingyu Sect appeared, the Dazong Sect specially sent disciples to the Lingyu Sect to show their friendship.If you need anything, please help.

Unexpectedly, Lingyumen asked an ordinary kid who didn't even have a spiritual root and claimed to be a big brother to come out to greet them, saying that the master had gone drinking.

Anyway, it's all here, so I can't help but go in and have a look.

As a result, as soon as I entered, I saw that the so-called apprentices of the Lingyu Sect were all hairy children with mixed qualifications.

The key point is that these hairy kids don't practice at all.Some play with wood, some hold charcoal and paint ghosts everywhere, some make a fire to cook food, and some squat on the ground to count grass...

Originally considered to be a fair qualification, a disciple of a normal sect's age has already stepped into the first and second levels of Qi training.As a result, this disciple of Lingyumen didn't even have a single one to draw Qi into his body!

The seniors tried their best to be calm, and they asked: "Junior, why don't you practice?"

The disciple who was eating roasted sweet potatoes widened his eyes, and his mouth was covered with sweet potato crumbs: "What is cultivation? Can I eat it?"

Seniors: "..."

Since then, Lingyumen, who is eating and waiting to die, has become quite famous among the immortals.After all, which new school is not anxious to make friends with Dazong, trying to become a branch of Dazong, so as to seek some resources for itself?

Apart from being unprogressive and trash sect, there is no other word that can better describe Lingyumen.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. If it hadn't happened to happen to meet the Xianmen gathering once every 100 years, in this cultivation world where everyone practiced diligently, such a sect would have been forgotten long ago.

After rubbing the last sect, the brother put away the spirit paper: "Let's go."

After a new rain, the aura is pure and rich, the fairy mist is flying lightly like a tulle, and a few rays of sunlight cast from the east are scattered among the clouds.

Lingyumen.

In a simple house, a few rays of restless sunlight fell on the wooden windows.The emerald green and fluorescent jade elixir in the porcelain jade basin is now drooping with leaves.

A moment later, a gloved hand gently twirled the listless young leaves. The glove made of silkworm silk was as thin as a cicada's wing, perfectly fitting the well-proportioned long fingers.

The index finger hooked the tip of the leaf curling inward, and the clear and pleasant voice was full of doubts: "Why are you listless?"

Holding up the pot of emerald green jade with both hands, the door opened from the inside, and broken sun fell from above.The cloud boots stepped on the ground, and the light blue blouse caressed the weeds on the ground. The snow-white skirt was closed to the uppermost side, revealing only a thin and slender neck.

Find a place with the best sunlight outside the house, and Rong Huai put it on it: "It should be better in the sun."

After moving the position again to ensure that every leaf can get enough sunlight, Rong Huai got up satisfied, and went back to the house to put on the basket with the medicine hoe on his back.

Closing the door, he took off the jade-colored flute at his waist and threw it into the air. The flute grew against the wind, and after a few breaths, it landed obediently at Rong Huai's feet.

The flute rises from the ground and gradually sinks into the clouds. The blue and white clothes overlap and fly, and the sleeves are caressed, and they go straight down the mountain.

As soon as Rong Huai left, there was a sudden movement in front of the empty house, a breeze swept by, the green jade leaves moved lightly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Here we come!" Eighth Junior Sister Mu Rongrong rushed in with Cui Xianyu in her arms.

"Is Eldest Brother gone?"

"Yeah, I hugged you after I left."

In the courtyard, the head of Lingyu Sect and ten other disciples were all huddled together, chattering around the emerald green jade placed in the center.

"He's not dead yet." Fifth Junior Brother said.

"Nonsense, it's only been a few days? How could he die?" Second Junior Brother said.

"It's not far from death." The tenth junior brother poked his finger into the moist soil that had been watered, and bent it, bringing out a blackened and rotten root.

"Wow, the roots are rotten and turning black." Junior Brother Eleven was the youngest, propping up the stone table with both arms, standing on tiptoe, looking up at the roots that would rot when touched.

"I remember correctly, this is what Eldest Brother dug from the mountain the day before yesterday. It only took a day, and it became like this?" Junior Brother Seven murmured.

"Rongrong, can we still be saved?" The head of the Lingyu Sect, who was lying on the bamboo chair beside him with a jug of wine hanging in his hand, asked after taking a sip of wine.

Mu Rongrong wiped his forehead: "I'll try."

The cyan aura came out from the palm, and eleven pairs of eyes looked eagerly at it.

I saw wood spiritual energy infiltrating from the mud, and saw the withered leaves standing up, before they could breathe.With the next breath, there was a click, and just now the vitality turned around, and the only three leaves drifted down slowly.

Cui Xianyu, who was still lingering and dragging her sick body, suddenly received such a strong dose of medicine, and died instantly.Even the bare branches are yellowing and withering at a visible speed.

Gudong!

A dead silence.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Mu Rongrong's hand was still in mid-air, with a look of bewilderment.