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Time flies by like a white horse passing by.
Half a month later, Han Changlin clearly felt that the magic power in his body had increased a little, which was considered to be the fifth level of Qi refining.
However, Han Changlin did not practice on this day. When he was chatting with Xie Tianhua and others, Han Changlin learned that on the 15th day of every month, the sect would arrange for an uncle in the foundation building period to give a sermon.
And Xie Tianhua also vaguely revealed that the uncle of the foundation builder who gave the lecture this time was named Xie Bin.
He is a monk in Xie Tianhua's family, and he is also well-known in the Yuling Sect. He is known as the insect madman and is a rare insect-controlling monk.
Therefore, when the two of them parted, they made an appointment to go to Missionary Peak together today.
At this moment, the ugly season has just arrived, and the sky is still speckled with stars.
After leaving the cave, Han Changlin took out his Qingyuan Sword.
With the injection of his mana, it turned into a blue broad sword about two feet long and two feet wide in the blink of an eye. Then it jumped onto the Qingyuan Sword and turned into a blue escaping light and flew away.
Chuandao Peak was not far from Changteng Mountain. Han Changlin had flown for almost half the time before Chuandao Peak appeared in his field of vision.
However, he did not go directly to the top of Mission Peak, but chose to come to the foot of the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, there was a steep stone step leading directly to the top of the mountain. Not far from the stone step, there was a bamboo forest, and there happened to be a bamboo pavilion that had been built for a long time nearby.
Han Changlin landed in front of the bamboo pavilion. After entering the bamboo pavilion, he sat cross-legged on the stone bench, slowly breathing in the spiritual energy of the world and recovering the mana consumed by flying with the sword.
When they parted, they made an appointment to meet at this bamboo pavilion.
Sure enough, he didn't have to wait long, just a cup of tea.
Xie Tianhua then used a long sword to appear not far from the bamboo pavilion.
There are six alchemy monks in the Yuling Sect, three of whom belong to the family line, and the other three belong to the master-disciple line.
The family that Xie Tianhua belongs to is one of the three major alchemy-building families of the Yuling Sect. However, Xie Tianhua is not a direct descendant of the family, so he does not receive many resources from the family.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Han, I didn't keep you waiting long."
Before anyone arrived, a burst of hearty laughter came.
But after Xie Tianhua landed, he walked into the bamboo pavilion with a smile and said hello to Han Changlin.
He noticed that Han Changlin's aura was much deeper than what he had seen half a month ago, so he was a little surprised.
"Haha, thank you fellow Taoist for coming and staying safe."
"Actually, I just arrived here. Without further delay, let's set off and reach the summit of Missionary Peak early so that we can grab a closer position."
Han Changlin raised his fist towards Xie Tianhua and said with a smile.
"No rush, no hurry, I also made an appointment with fellow Taoist Zhang, I think she will be here soon."
After Xie Tianhua sat down, he waved his hand and said.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang?"
Han Changlin was a little confused, and at the same time his posture changed from cross-legged to sitting down.
"Yes, eh?...Look, fellow Taoist Zhang is here."
Just as he was about to speak, a red light came from not far away. When he took a closer look, it was Zhang Su Yu wearing a red silk ribbon.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist Han, for keeping you two waiting."
After falling, he put away the red silk, and after Zhang Su straightened the naughty hair on his forehead, he said apologetically.
"It's okay. Fellow Daoist Han and I have just arrived. Let's set off now so we can get three good seats that are closer to each other."
Xie Tianhua waved his hand and said loudly.
"That's fine."
Hearing this, Zhang Su nodded and said.
Han Changlin also nodded in agreement.
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The preaching place of Mission Peak is on the top of the mountain, where there is a square about a hundred feet long and wide.
The square is filled with futons. At the very front of the square, there is a small platform seven to eight feet high, and that is where the foundation-building uncles give their lectures.
In order to show respect for Uncle Jiji, the Yuling Sect stipulated that the outer disciples must hike to the top of the mountain every time they listen to a sermon.
The three of Han Changlin walked side by side, but the strange thing was that Xie Tianhua pushed Han Changlin aside and kept talking to Zhang Su.
This made Han Changlin wonder whether this person's real purpose was to ask out fellow Daoist Zhang, and he was just doing it by the way.
In this way, except for Han Changlin's occasional echoes, the rest was Xie Tianhua's eloquent talk. As for Zhang Su, who kept talking to him with a smile, this made Han Changlin look out of place.
Soon, the three of them reached the top, and the time was about to pass.
The sky is already bright, but in the distance, where the sky and the earth meet, a red sun is rising slowly, and everything is gradually recovering, and its brilliance shines on everything.
Involuntarily, Han Changlin felt that the spiritual energy absorbed into his body was a little more refined.
On the other side, when Han Changlin and the others came to the square, they found that there were already outer disciples sitting cross-legged near the flat place where the sermon was being preached.
Han Changlin only took a cursory look and estimated that there were nearly two hundred people.
"It seems that there is no shortage of hard-working people on the road to cultivating immortality."
Looking at this scene, Han Changlin couldn't help but secretly alert himself.
After all, I was lucky enough to travel here and receive help from the Immortal Mansion in the painting, so I should work hard to practice and never let this opportunity go down.
In this square, there are men and women. When they meet familiar people, they will naturally say hello in a low voice.
The three of them walked towards the inside and found three places to sit down near the preaching platform.
Immediately afterwards, the three people started talking again.
However, it was said that it was an exchange, but in fact, most of the talking was done by Xie Tianhua alone, while Han Changlin was listening. As for Zhang Su, he would occasionally say a few words, which made the smile on Xie Tianhua's face brighter.
In this way, time passed slowly, and the number of monks in the square gradually increased.
In the end, there were almost more than two thousand outer disciples.
And although there were more than two thousand people sitting cross-legged in this square, it didn't make anyone feel noisy at all. At most, there were only a few whispered greetings occasionally.
After all, this Chuandao Peak is an important place of Yuling Sect, and disciples are strictly prohibited from making loud noises.
If a disciple violates this rule, he will definitely be severely punished and will not be able to reach the peak of preaching for at least three years.
"Huh? It seems that my uncle is here."
I don’t know who screamed in surprise.
But in the distance, he saw an astonishing red shadow coming from a distance.
In a blink of an eye, we were approaching the preaching platform in the square.
The light dispersed, revealing a red centipede about seven to eight feet long.
There were four pairs of thin red wings on its back, and a row of sickle-like red claws under its belly.
What's even more terrifying is that the pair of extremely sharp mouthparts of this red centipede are exposed, making people feel cold when looking at it.
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