Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

Xu Chaoqi held his senior brother's hand, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the salty smell of sea water wafted into the air.

They still stepped on the stone steps, the sound of the waves changed from nothingness to clarity, the feeling of falling became obvious, Xu Chaoqi knew that they were getting closer to the ground.

Intense coercion overlapped, Xu Chao's nerves tensed up, and his scalp went numb.

There is more than one mighty power here.

He is only a Jindan cultivator, and under the squeeze of all kinds of coercion, the space left for him is getting narrower and narrower.

He clenched his brother's hand tightly, his wide sleeves swayed lightly, and then the coercion receded like a tide.

Xu Chaoqi suddenly felt relieved and was able to catch his breath.

In the lower realm, however, everyone had been used to unleashing coercion for many years, and even if they greeted the head of Wen, they never felt that there was anything wrong.

It wasn't until a moment ago that the coercion like falling from the sky fell directly on their shoulders.Even though many people's cultivation was close to crossing the catastrophe, they were directly shocked by this mighty coercion and almost knelt down.

Someone clutched his chest, obviously suffering from internal injuries.

The coercion in the crowd is less, and the coercion in the sky is also less.

Only then did everyone realize the reason, and quickly put away the coercion, and greeted the one above with even more respect.

A looming ladder appeared in the sky, and a rich spiritual energy floated down.

The sky seemed to be brighter, and people heard the sound of clothes shaking.

Everyone held their breath, Fu Xuandao looked up, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Fu Xuandao, a disciple of the sixteenth generation, led the disciples of the Yingtian Sect to meet the master!"

The disciples of the Yingtian Sect shuddered, their shock and excitement beyond words.They absolutely dare not look at the real face of that person, they will only clumsily follow Chang Zong and kneel down.

This is...their leader!

For countless elders and disciples, this was the first time they met the master.The head of the sect has not left the mountain for a thousand years, and many of them are not yet a thousand years old.

For the legendary character, his heart was so confused that even his arms were shaking.

As for the other great powers of the 27 realms on both sides, they didn't have such a tacit understanding as everyone in the Yingtian Sect, and their reaction was much slower than the disciples of the sect. Realizing that the one really came, they hurriedly saluted in a panic.

The ground was pitch-black, and there were no less than 500 people at a glance.

Xu Chaoqi, who was going down the stone steps with his senior brother, was shocked when he saw this scene, he stopped in disbelief, and clenched his senior brother's hand tighter and tighter.

"Brother..."

"Huh?" Senior Brother said in a steady voice.

"Who are they worshiping?"

"It should be senior brother."

Xu Chaoqi: ...

He swallowed his saliva, and looked at his senior brother with even more shocked eyes.

He casually stared at a person on the ground, but still couldn't see through the other person's cultivation.

"Their cultivation bases should all be out of their bodies, right?"

Above the golden elixir is the Nascent Soul, and above the Nascent Soul is the out-of-body.

"Of course there is."

It's just that going out of the body can only be disciples and grandchildren for the people below.

Before Xu Chaoqi came back to life, he had seen that the person with the highest cultivation was out of his body, and if he went up, he would be stunned.

He squeezed his senior brother's hand in a daze, and choked out a sentence for a while: "Then from now on... can I use Xuan... low-grade magic weapon at will?"

Not to mention an earth-level magic weapon, it is a mysterious-level magic weapon, which he didn't even dare to dream of before his resurrection.

The senior brother paused, and rubbed his big palm on the top of Xu Chaoqi's head, "There are so many magic weapons, Xiao Yao can use them as he pleases."

Xu Chao pursed his lips, at first he looked at his feet, gradually his eyes became more and more curved, even Wen Zhaoxi could feel the joy.

Wen Zhaoxi also relaxed a lot, and there was a touch of softness between his brows and eyes.

But on the ground, after everyone saluted, when they heard Fu Xuandao asking them to get up, the few people with very high status in the 27th realm dared to raise their heads and looked up quietly.

The black-tailed Taoist robes on the white background were like a gust of wind blowing their memories of thousands of years ago, and everything seemed like yesterday.They seem to be crushed under a huge mountain, and they can't bear half a heart of transcendence.

Everyone's hearts were beating like drums, and their brains were "buzzing".Just when they were in a state of confusion, they saw a small figure behind the man.

Everyone was taken aback, for a long time they hadn't seen Xiaodaotong behind that person.

It's just that Xiaodaotong has red lips and white teeth, moon eyebrows and starry eyes, a thin body, and a youthful air in every gesture.As if the newborn sun was shining brightly, they had never seen such a vivid person.

This, how can such young people be just a little boy?

However, their thoughts were shattered not long after. As the boy and the little Taoist gradually returned to the ground, the clothes of the two became clearer, and people also found the hands they held together.

Crowd: ...

Some people blinked hard, and as a result, the clasped hands became more distinct.

Everyone's brains "buzzed" even more, and their whole bodies were numb.

What is the situation?They can't figure it out clearly, and they don't dare to really figure it out.

For thousands of years, I don’t know how many old things during the tribulation period have been exposed. Besides, the head of Wen has not been close to love for thousands of years, and only focuses on cultivation and swordsmanship. ?

Although they no longer think of other places, this pair of hands that are held together will not allow them to think of other places!

Couldn't it be that little junior brother who died ten thousand years ago came back to life, and the head of the sect got close and held him in his hand?Even the story books dare not write like this, if it really happened, it should be raining red in the sky.

Everyone lowered their heads and looked at each other, not daring to let head Wen see what they were thinking.

There is also a palace where the head of the sect lives on the ground, occupying an entire fairy mountain.

If the fairy palace in the sky is more ethereal and ethereal, then the palace on the ground is magnificent.

Xu Chaoqi followed his senior brother and was sent to the deep part of the palace by the disciples of the elders of the sect, and everyone bid farewell.

He stayed with his senior brother for one night, and got up early the next day. After asking his senior brother to help him tie his hair, he squeezed two eagles out of talisman paper.

The eagle was lifelike, grabbed his two shoulders and flew into the air.

The fairy mountain is very big, he flew for more than an hour, and when his spiritual power was almost exhausted, he flew to another mountain.

The noise changed from less to more, and this was the second time he saw such a noisy crowd after his resurrection.

Xu Chaoqi seemed to come alive all of a sudden, his face brightened.Within two quarters of an hour, he had already blended into the crowd.

There were people coming and going on the mountain, and the people wearing black disciple uniforms were the disciples of Yingtian Sect.Eighty percent of the disciples of the Yingtian Sect, perhaps because the Hundred Years Competition is approaching, the Yingtian Sect also has many more people from other sects.

Xu Chaoqi was dressed in black clothes, logically speaking, he was the best person to integrate into Yingtianzong.However, even if a person wearing only trousers passed by on the road, people passing by still looked at him from time to time.

Xu Chaoqi looked at himself suspiciously. He quickened his pace, and a woman as beautiful as a fairy came in front of him. When he missed this person, his eyes remained unchanged, and even a lot of men were still staring at him.

Xu Chaoqi: ...

His scalp was numb, and his pace was a little faster. At this moment, a man stopped him with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Xu Chao frowned, and looked at this person vigilantly.

Seeing this, the man took two steps back, raised his hand, and said helplessly, "Fellow Daoist, should you be relieved?"

Xu Chao relaxed slightly, he took half a step back, and said cautiously, "What's the matter?"

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile came back to his face: "Fellow Daoist, don't be nervous, I just want to ask you where did you get your clothes from?"

Xu Chaoqi bowed his head and curled his fingers. Before he could speak, the man said again: "I have lived for hundreds of years, and I have some family background, but I have never seen such a similar fabric?"

Hearing these words, Xu Chaoqi raised his head, his eyes became brighter and more interested.

"Imitation? Is my fabric imitation? Where is the fabric from?"

The man was surprised: "Fellow Daoists don't think you're wearing real clothes, do you?"

Xu Chaoqi blinked, his eyes were ignorant.

Seeing this, the man sighed, and seeing Xu Chaoqi's friendly face, he patiently explained more to the young man.

"Several years ago, it's been a long time, and I can't count. There was a god silkworm that ate hundreds of god trees, and finally almost flew up. However, it swallowed the fairy machine, and the thunder disaster was hundreds of times that of ordinary people. The god silkworm In the end, he fell under the thunder calamity, and it was the head of Wen who protected his life. In order to repay the head, it enshrines the cloth woven by its own silk once every hundred years. Someone has seen the cloth, and it is said that it gathers thousands of miles of moonlight in one piece. Light as a feather, warm and nourish the immortal body.

The master Zeng Nanxi wanted to exchange a hundred spiritual veins for a piece of cloth, but the master did not agree.

People are really greedy for this kind of cloth, so several families began to imitate cloth.However, even if it is the most similar, there is no such a figure as the Taoist friend. "

Xu Chaoqi listened and his eyes gradually widened. He bent down and clutched his sleeves, but he couldn't hide the clothes on his body.

The man said again: "It's a pity that the head just kept it in the treasury and never wore this cloth, otherwise all the aristocratic families could imitate it better, but it's a pity that this cloth will never see the light of day."

The man also wanted to spend a lot of money on Xu Chaoqi's clothes, but Xu Chaoqi refused.

As he walked, he rummaged through his storage bag, and found that all the clothes in it were of the same material.

Xu Chaoqi: ...

More and more eyes gathered on him on the road, Xu Chaoqi became more and more cramped.

"Hey, I'm afraid I'll have to sew my own clothes in the future!"

The two teenagers each held a black robe and left with a sigh. Xu looked up and saw that there were still many people behind the two teenagers holding brand new black robes.

Xu Chaoqi heaved a sigh of relief, with joy in his eyes, he walked towards the house not far away in the opposite direction from where the boys came back.

At this time, a young man tried his best to please the two people around him: "I heard that the fish in the canteen here is delicious, let's go together later, I treat you!"

The two looked at each other sideways, and smiled perfunctorily, "Forget it, why don't you just give us the spirit stone, and we'll eat it ourselves."

"Ah?" The young man was stunned, a little at a loss.

"Huh?" One of them looked down at him, "Whether you give me love or not, forget it."

The young man lowered his head and held the storage bag. After a while, he took out the bag. He wanted to touch one middle-grade spirit stone, but finally took out three.

"There are a lot of delicious food here, eat more."

The expressions of the two were finally relieved, and they began to coax the young master patiently, "It's natural, don't worry, I'll bring you some when we finish eating!"

Joy returned to the young man's face, he nodded quickly, and took out two more spirit stones from the bag: "If you like something, you can buy it with confidence, and if you don't have enough, ask me for it."

The two were not polite and took it directly.

Seeing this, the young man scratched his head and asked, "Tonight my father asked me to go back and hand in ten talismans, but I don't know how to draw them. I'm worried that my father will blame me..."

However, the two of them lost their patience long after they got the money. One of them glanced at the young man and hid it mockingly, "What are you afraid of? You are the only young master in the Western Region, and your father can't dethrone you? It's just scolding." It's just scolding, it won't lose a piece of meat, and I can't even bear being scolded."

The young man pursed his lips, and another person said: "You even entered Yingtianzong because of your father's protection. Fu Dao is just fishing in troubled waters, unlike us who work hard all day in physical training. Fortunately, every time Fu Dao competes Doomed to be the last leader, we don't even need to lose our minds, we still have to work hard to compete for the ranking."

The young man wanted to say something, but he was patted on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter whether you paint or not, have you seen the room in front of you, go in and buy ten talismans, it will be enough for your father when you go back."

The young man's eyelashes moved, and the two had already walked away.Holding the storage bag, he hesitated for a moment, and finally walked towards the cabin in front.

Xu Chaoqi stared at the disciples who came in and out, looked at the spirit stones in their hands, and finally squeezed out two middle-grade spirit stones from the storage bag.

He put the spirit stones on the table, and said to the shopkeeper: "A set of disciple clothes, you should find me 23 low-grade spirit stones."

The shopkeeper glanced at Xu Chaoqi, looked at the expensive clothes of the other party, and said, "New disciple? Take out your disciple order."

"It's not a new entry... It's a long time ago."

The shopkeeper glanced at him a few more times, "I haven't understood the rules for so long? Disciple uniforms can only be sewed by yourself, you can't buy them, and you can only receive them once for entry. If they are accidentally lost or damaged, you must have the seal of the deputy peak master or higher. "

Xu Chaoqi was stunned, a little frustrated: "Do I still have to mend clothes myself?"

The shopkeeper looked at this handsome young man, and couldn't help snorting: "Sewing and mending disciples' uniforms is a rule of Yingtianzong since the founding of the sect. Could it be that you haven't sewed clothes since you started?"

Xu Chao froze visibly to the naked eye.

The shopkeeper murmured and took out a piece of very resilient yellow paper from below and handed it to Xu Chaoqi: "It's right here, let the deputy peak master of your peak stamp it, and how to tell the deputy peak master is up to you. "

Xu Chaoqi took the yellow paper and looked at the words on it: "As long as the deputy peak master is above?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "You can't even invite the deputy peak master, who else can you invite?"

While they were talking, a weak voice came timidly, "Here...is there a Gale Talisman?"

Xu Chaoqi looked in the direction of the sound, and the young man lowered his head in embarrassment.

The shopkeeper said "Yo", "What a coincidence, it was just sold out."

The young man trembled, feeling even more lonely.

Xu Chaoqi glanced at the young man, then turned his head and asked the shopkeeper, "How much can a Gale Talisman sell for?"

The shopkeeper said: "78 low-grade spirit stones."

Xu nodded towards the starting point, he approached the young man and said in a low voice: "I have it, I'll sell it to you, one talisman counts as 75 low-grade spirit stones, there are seven middle-grade spirit stones in total, fifty low-grade spirit stones .”

The young man raised his head, as if he came alive all of a sudden, he glanced at Xu Chaoqi, looking at his handsome face, his face suddenly turned red.

"Thank you...thank you fellow daoist!"

After speaking, he hurriedly flipped through his storage bag, took out a high-grade spirit stone and handed it to Xu Chaoqi.

Xu Chao raised his eyebrows, "It's too big, I can't find it!"

The young man shook his head and hurriedly said, "No, no! You don't need to look for it!"

Xu Chao frowned: "Don't you have a middle-grade spirit stone?"

"There is... there is..."

Xu Chaoqi: "Forget it, just give me seven middle-grade spirit stones."

The young man paused, hesitated for a moment, took back the high-grade spirit stones in his hand, and took out ten middle-grade spirit stones.

Xu Chaoqi: ...

He looked at the person in front of him curiously: "Do you especially like giving money to people?"

"Ah?" The young man stared at him blankly, his eyes sparkling.

Xu Chaoqi took away seven spirit stones and left three for the young man.

He put the spirit stone into the storage bag, and took out ten blank talisman papers.

"You, are you going to draw on the spot!" The young man stumbled.

"Huh?" Xu Chao asked while drawing, "What's wrong?"

The young man was stunned: "To draw talismans, you have to bathe and cleanse yourself in advance, so that you can unite your mind and mind, and gather the spiritual energy of your whole body to attract the spirits of all things. In this way, you can only draw three pieces at most in a day."

The shopkeeper at the side stared at Xu Chaoqi: "Three is not enough, but the average monk can only draw five at most."

As soon as the two finished speaking, Xu Chao got up and danced ink on the talisman paper with a "swish swish", and within a few breaths, ten blast talismans were drawn.

The young man was stunned, unable to speak for a while, as if he had seen something that overturned his cognition.

Although the shopkeeper was calm, he looked at Xu Chaoqi a few more times, and said in a calm voice, "You are a strange person."

"Huh? A strange person?" Xu Chaoqi smiled and gave the talisman to the young man. The spiritual power of the ten talisman papers gathered together was far higher than the spiritual power of the usual thirty talisman papers.

The young man hurriedly took the talisman and stared at Xu Chaoqi without blinking.

Xu Chaoqi put away the yellow paper given to him by the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he seemed to think of something and said to the young man, "Don't throw money around in the future."

"Ah?" The young man seemed a little dazed, but he squeezed the talisman tightly with his palm.

Xu Chaoqi left the house, drawing the talisman had consumed a little of his spiritual power, he was afraid he would have to rest for a while before folding the talisman paper and flying back.

Since nothing happened, he simply looked around to see what was interesting.

Under the cliff, clouds and mist meet each other, and the bottom of the cliff cannot be seen at a glance.

The distance between the two mountains is hundreds of feet. Some disciples soar into the sky, and some disciples fly with their swords. However, among the disciples who show their supernatural powers, there are always some young disciples who can't do anything during the Qi training period.

But those who can join the Yingtian sect must either have a prominent family background or outstanding talent, and they can't be difficult between the two careers.

Xu Chao got up and sat on the edge of the cliff. He watched a few disciples vacated and walked between the cliffs, as if there was a way in the middle.

If they were far away, they would think they were in Yukong, but if they got closer, they would find that many disciples had a silver thread thinner than a hair under their feet.

Silver threads were tied on both sides of the cliff, and each disciple had a thread. They walked over the cliff tremblingly.

It's a pity that there are only three or four people who can afford silver wire, and five or six people use thicker silver rope.

It happened that someone passed by him with a handful of silver thread, Xu Chaoqi asked curiously: "Why do everyone use silver thread to control the sky?"

The man's face changed drastically when he heard that, and he quickly made a silent gesture, "Keep your voice down, we are all shady business!"

"Oh?" Xu Chaoqi lowered his voice to cooperate with this person.

The man saw that Xu Chaoqi was pure and kind, so he squatted down and approached Xu Chaoqi and said in a low voice: "The sect does not allow these crooked methods! As for us young disciples who have just started, either don't go there, or you can only learn from Yukong! "

"Why don't you let us use the weapon?" Xu Chaoqi also pretended to be sneaky.

The man let out a long sigh: "Who told us to be the Yingtian Sect?! A few years ago, not long after the sect moved to the southern region, a new disciple crossed the mountain with a weapon, and happened to meet the head who had just returned. Dao: "The road of practice should be firm, and blindly opportunistic, how can we take on big things? I am afraid that the road of practice will not last long!"

When the headmaster said this, the elders and elders below all remembered it in their hearts. The headmaster's words were even engraved on the stone tablet, and the disciples who started must remember it.From now on, anyone who dares to use a weapon to cross the mountain will be dealt with according to the door rules. "

After speaking, the person shivered as if thinking of something.

Xu Chaoqi stared at the silver thread in the opponent's hand, and asked, "What is this?"

"This one!" The man raised his palm, "This is a good thing, there is no way to get it at all. There was a devil born in the underground, and he couldn't resist it with all his strength in the eighteenth realm. Then the master came, Throw a silver rope to bind it, and the demon will lose all his mana in an instant, and he will be slaughtered."

Xu raised his eyelids and twitched his fingers subconsciously.

This person smiled "hehe", "The rope is called Xianxiansuo. Later, some instrument repairers studied it and finally made a silver thread. If the Xianxiansuo is divided into silver threads of the same thickness, the power of these two types of silver threads will be stronger." It is similar, at least it can drop tens of thousands of catties, so you don’t have to be afraid of breaking it when you walk on it.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the thicker silver ropes in other people's hands: "I just look down on those who use ropes. Don't look at this silver rope that looks like a fairy rope. In fact, it is an imitation. It is as powerful as my silver thread." No, hum, it’s useless to look at it.”

Seeing that he and Xu Chao had a good chat, this person enthusiastically said: "Why don't I go out of my way to sell you one, five thousand high-grade spirit stones for ordinary silver threads, how about I sell you four thousand?"

When Xu Chaoqi heard the price, he almost lost everyone. He didn't even have a middle-grade spirit stone for drawing a talisman!

The sky was getting dark, and the sound of footsteps finally came from the empty palace.

Xu Chaoqi pushed open the door, and the senior was sitting at the desk writing something.

He approached with his bright eyes open, and when he sat next to his senior brother, he leaned on the desk and said, "Senior brother, where is your seal?"

"Huh?" Wen Zhaoxi stopped her pen, turned her head and looked down at the young man.

I saw the young man rummaging through the storage bag, and finally found a piece of yellow paper: "The sect needs a seal for the uniform of the disciple..."

Wen Zhaoxi picked up the yellow paper and looked at it: "You can wear a disciple's uniform, but you have to wear a layer of underwear under the disciple's uniform."

Xu Chao nodded, leaning his elbows on the table, looking up at his brother: "Where's the seal? Where's the seal?"

The senior brother shook his head, "The seal is on it."

"Hmm." Before Xu Chao could wilt, Wen Zhaoxi put the yellow paper on the table and wrote his name on it with a pen.

Xu Chaoqi felt relieved.

He tilted and fell on his senior brother's lap, as if he remembered something, he tugged at his senior brother's sleeve and said, "Senior brother, is the binding cable still there?"

"Huh?" Wen Zhaoxi looked down at the handsome young man.

The young man stretched out his hand, smiling lazily, "I want to cross the mountain, and the fairy rope can be put between the two mountains."

Wen Zhaoxi was silent.

After a while, the fairy-binding rope glowing with bright white light was placed in the young man's hand.