After wearing a book, I fell in love with an old man in the fairy world

Under the torment of Lian Mourning's magic voice, Feng Yan verified the golden saying that human potential is infinite.

From the collapse and despair at the beginning, to the numbness later, and even the occasional feeling that what this kid said is quite right, this thing is still interesting and absurd.

Of course, Feng Yan would never show it, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

So Zai Lian Mourn didn't know that the companion in his mind had been trained by him. He just lamented that although the ruthless description of the character Feng Motou in the plot was simple, it was really appropriate. I didn't increase my friendship with the other party by half a point, hey.

However, no matter how indifferent Feng Yan behaved, he still couldn't dampen his hobby of chatting.

In order to maintain the blood circulation of the sect and the emergence of talents in large numbers, the Zhengdao sect will organize a disciple recruitment event every four years, and the other immortal sects are the same, but the time is different.

It's the same for the sects that are evil and crooked. They need to increase the number of disciples from time to time in order to make the sect more prosperous.

It's just that the evil demon heretics' methods are more insidious, and they are too lazy to go to the mortal world to find them. They have adopted a very shameless robbery, and directly robbed the excellent potential stocks selected by the fairy gate from the mortal world to their lair, saving time and effort.

Therefore, it is not without reason that Xianmen hates evil spirits and crooked ways. Their behavior style and ideology are completely opposite.

The people of Xianmen would like to fight back, but firstly, there is no chance, and secondly, even if they do, the disciples selected by the evil spirits are naturally those who love crooked ways and have bad conduct. Bringing them to Xianmen is to lure wolves into the house!

For this reason, the people of Xianmen had to change their strategy of recruiting disciples, reducing the time-consuming search in the mortal world, and increasing the number of talents selected from casual cultivators.

As the name suggests, casual cultivators are people who have embarked on the path of cultivating immortals by chance. Although most of these people's aptitude is not very good, they are better than hard work, and well-cultivated talents are also the future talents of the sect.

This is also an opportunity for Lian Mourning. Most of the casual cultivators have casual backgrounds, which is very suitable for him to display his hidden identity.

Arriving at the foot of Xixia Mountain at Zhengdao Gate, Lian Miao was not in a hurry to go up.

There are still a few days to start recruiting disciples, so he has to tidy up his appearance, after all, the original owner's appearance is too...unserious.

It’s not okay to use concealment to change your appearance. There will always be flaws. Masks can reduce troubles, but the inspection of Zhengdaomen is very strict. In the end, you still have to check your true appearance. Tell someone you have a problem.

So Lian Mourning can only start with the simplest dress, and throw away all the gorgeous clothes, rouge and gouache that the original owner loves. Anyway, he doesn't like these sissy things, so it's easy to solve.

The last is temperament. A person's temperament is very important. The same face shows different temperaments.

For example, the essence of an actor's acting in a movie lies in the change of temperament. Village girls, drivers, beggars, and hooligans can switch at will, and many audiences will not recognize unfamiliar actors if they change roles.

Lian Mour has experience in this area. When he was living in the base, he shared a house with an old actor. It was from that old actor that he learned a lot about acting, which allowed him to continue to live.

Acting stupidly is one of the survival rules of the survivors, and Lian Moo thinks that he still runs through it very thoroughly.

He casually found a small stream at the foot of the mountain, changed his clothes and combed his hair, and dressed himself up. Although his face was still beautiful and tight, he finally didn't have the sissy and seductive feeling before.

Dressed in smart attire, with simple hair, a long black whip weapon, and proud eyes, he seems to be a peerless young man who doesn't care about the world's slander.

Even Feng Yan was satisfied, and had to admit that he was quite smart and quite capable, and he would never guess the shamelessness on the inside just by looking at the appearance, and Yao Shisan was not wronged.

However, Feng Yan would never say these compliments, he only gave an answer when Lian Mour asked for his opinion.

"It's okay."

Although the answer was simple, it was not easy to get a compliment from Feng Motou even if he was very happy.

He straightened his collar, and the sun had started to gradually set. He decided to find a cave to live in and have a good rest for the night. He would go up the mountain in the morning and daytime. Anyway, the time was not in a hurry, and there was no need to travel hard in the middle of the night.

As a result, after walking a few steps, they heard a fight and noise from the woods not far away.

"Hey, someone is actually fighting at the foot of Xixia Mountain?"

Lian Mourn was excited when he heard the news, and his expression of joining in the fun was ready to move.

I can't blame him for being so happy, but for those who have traveled through time after watching all kinds of modern TV novels, encountering excitement is an opportunity, and encountering excitement is killing people.

In almost all novels, treasures are bound to be found in caves, heads are found in fights, and heads are bound to be found in sweeping monks. This world is originally a book, and the right time, place, and people are at the right moment!

It's a pity not to join in the fun of such a good thing if you don't take advantage of it.

Lian Mou immediately turned around, followed the sound to find it, and sneaked into the bushes to investigate quietly.

The monk's facial features and six ears are very sensitive, and he can easily see the situation on the other side. Three male monks in gray clothes are besieging a male monk in green clothes.

The three gray-clothed monks had nothing to say. They had ordinary faces and ordinary clothes, but the blue-clothed monk was handsome, and he was a man prettier than a woman.

Using Guan Lingshu, Lian Mourning found that although the man in green was in the middle stage of foundation establishment, the other three male monks were only in the early stage of foundation establishment. They were one level higher than the enemy, and the quality of the spiritual weapons in their hands was also better, but they were forced by the opponent. Back again and again.

Looking at the fighting style of the man in Tsing Yi, it is not difficult to see that the opponent should be inexperienced in fighting. He was defeated very quickly and was restrained by three gray-clothed monks.

The three of them didn't have any killers, and after they were restrained, they went to tear each other's clothes, and it was self-evident what they wanted to do with excited smiles on their faces.

"What do you want to do? Shameless rogue, I'm a man! As righteous monks, how can you do shameless and obscene things!"

The monk in Tsing Yi blushed with anger because of the actions of the few people. He was a little angry and couldn't figure out how he, a man, would encounter such a thing, and he was also worried about it.

Hearing that the three monks had no intention of stopping at all, they stared at his righteous words instead,

"Hmph, just by looking at you, you can tell that you are an evil demon boy from the Hehuan Sect. Everyone can punish evil evil and heretics. You are unlucky to meet us. Let me get rid of you first. See how you still harm our righteous blood youth."

This excuse to talk nonsense is really too clumsy.

"Bloody mouth, I am the eldest son of the nine princes of the Bi Yunshan palace family!"

The cultivator in Tsing Yi was so angry that he was not good at swearing and could only utter this sentence. He took out his token to prove his identity, his fair and handsome face flushed with anger, and his lips became redder and his teeth whiter.

The three gray-clothed monks were all casual cultivators with low aptitude. They had never seen such a good-looking person before. The good-looking ones at the lower level had long since hugged their thighs, and it was never their turn to meet them.

"Do you think you can fool us with a token? It's useless. No matter how much you argue, your superb looks and seductive eyes will deeply betray you. On your head, there is a big acacia sect goblin. One word! Brothers, come on, it's time for us to eliminate demons and defend the way!"

The three shameless guys who opened their eyes and talked nonsense began to do evil and heretical work with righteous expressions.

When Lian Mour saw this, he couldn't help but sigh that there were crooked rat poop everywhere, and then he wondered whether he should save it or not.

He had never heard of the Biyunshan Palace family, nor did it mention it in the book, so he reckoned it should be an inconspicuous little family of immortal cultivators, except that they were a little richer than the lone ranger casual cultivators, nothing else was much better.

This Ninth Young Master didn't follow him when he went out, so he must be unfavored, even if he was saved, the benefits would not be much.

Moreover, he is also in the early stage of foundation establishment among the three on the opposite side. With one against three, is this risk worth taking?

"Help, he can help you share half of your attention."

While thinking, Feng Yan suddenly spoke.

Lian Mourn was taken aback for a moment, then realized Feng Yan's meaning, since hundreds of years ago when the Acacia Sect flourished, demon men and women caused turmoil in the Immortal Gate, people in the Immortal Gate have always been charming about looks, especially those who are prettier than women The man is extremely defensive.

If there were more people with good looks and legitimate backgrounds to accompany him to the Zhengdaomen's disciple selection meeting, then he would not appear so outstanding.

Thinking about it this way, Lian Mourning nodded without further delay.

First, he took out a handful of charms from the storage bag and threw them out. He was caught off guard by a sneak attack, and then he drew out a long whip from his waist, leaped and swung it out to attack.

"boom!"

The first three gray-clothed monks didn't expect there to be a oriole behind them, and the talisman crackled and attacked, and they couldn't react in time, they were all hit straight, their shoulders and resisting arms were scorched black by the talisman fire.

When they came back to their senses, Lian Mourning's whip had also attacked, the overbearing force and the blood-red flame on the whip shocked the three of them back again and again, and then shouted angrily.

"Who are you? How dare you sneak attack on us, the Three Heroes of Gangshan Mountain."

Generally, people who blew themselves up like this are either idiots, or they have extraordinary confidence in their own name, and if they speak out, they will deter others from provoking them.

The Three Heroes of Mang Mountain are the latter. Although they are only in the early stage of foundation establishment, they are well-known among monks of the same level for their rich combat experience, and they are also very arrogant.

If other casual cultivators heard this name, they would have consciously called a truce and left to ignore their business, but they dared to provoke anyone, even the mighty demon cultivator at the fusion stage, they were so daring, how could they take a little threat to heart? .

Besides, he has never heard of the name of the Three Heroes of Mang Mountain, and those who don't know are fearless, so let him beheaded, this kind of guy who does evil things under the banner of righteousness, so as not to leave troubles in the future.

Ignoring the threats of the three grey-clothed monks and shouting angrily, even Mourning coldly looked at the deadly killers in his moves, and swiped a whip in an extremely tricky way, aiming at the head.

When the long whip goes out, it is full of murderous intent, deadly and ruthless, without any mercy.

Although the three gray-clothed casual cultivators have rich combat experience, they are still a lot worse than Lian Mourning. How can these guys who rely on siege to bully the few can compare .

What's more, Lian Mourning is wearing the top-quality clothes that were picked up from Yao Shisan and re-refined at the moment. His defense power is beyond ordinary people. The attacks of the three of them can't hurt him at all. meaning.

"Go, don't love to fight!"

Seeing this, the three casual cultivators knew they couldn't beat them, and the leader hurriedly signaled them to retreat, and their positions were in disarray.

These three people have no shame in their temper. Although they are casual cultivators of the righteous way, their actions are comparable to those of evil spirits and crooked ways.

How could Lian Mou dare to do such a foolish thing, immediately took advantage of the situation to catch up, grabbed a few talismans from the storage bag without fear of waste, and threw them all at once, making several people stagger.

The last long whip with a blood-red flame locked the heads of the three people, pulled it hard, and the three heads with scorched necks flew to the ground in an instant, with panicked and unresponsive expressions on their faces.

The mourning fell to the ground, put away the whip, and fluttered his clothes.

Gong Changjun's expression was blank, full of admiration and fear.