Song Baiying led everyone and walked for a while. As time passed quietly, Lu Jingyuan's figure gradually disappeared behind him and was no longer visible.
There was another T-shaped intersection ahead, clearly sideways. Not far from this road is the exit.
Everyone looked at the intersection with relief on their faces. Suddenly, a thunder exploded from behind.
Everyone couldn't help but trembled and looked back, their faces full of surprise. I saw a golden beam of light, like a giant sword, piercing the dome.
"Isn't that the direction where Lu Jingyuan is?"
Zhang Mengqi shouted "Oh!" We only met Lu Jingyuan once, but my favorable impression of him was not inferior to that of the young masters from the aristocratic families in front of me. I couldn't help but worry about him.
Song Baiying also looked in that direction, her face also full of doubts. It was also his first time to enter the Taoist Forest, and he had never seen many things here before. I couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.
"There is a teahouse ahead. Let's go there and take a rest. I guess the exit is right in front. It won't be a while." A teahouse with a bamboo house aroused cheers from everyone.
Everyone had no objections and ran towards the teahouse shouting. I was afraid that if I arrived late, there would be no empty seats.
After drinking tea, he followed Song Baiying out and ran forward in a mighty manner. Like a scholar rushing to the examination room, full of enthusiasm and ambition. It seems that Jinke's title is a sure thing.
After walking for about a stick of incense, I couldn't help but feel exhausted. At this moment, I saw the faint stone gate in front of me.
There were two young men dressed as disciples of the sect standing by. Seeing this, everyone was happy and their morale was greatly boosted.
Song Baiying used her magical skills to get ahead and flew toward the stone gate.
The first person to reach the exit will have the opportunity to enter the sect's treasure pavilion and select a magic weapon that suits their needs.
This inside information was told to him by his second uncle who was an elder in the sect.
Song Baiying jumped away and everyone in the five major families lost their shelter and were exposed to the sound waves of questioning. Suddenly, two people rolled to the ground holding their heads, feeling extremely painful.
Approaching the edge of the Taoist Forest, the sound waves were obviously much gentler. Despite this, there are still some children from aristocratic families with low cultivation levels who are hurt by it.
Mo Tingxuan and Zhang Mengqi clenched their back molars, endured the pain of the sound waves hitting their brains, and took steps towards the exit with difficulty.
Song Baiying's sudden departure was really a bit unexpected.
But it makes sense when you think about it. If a person does not serve himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth. Although the two of them had a lot of resentment in their hearts, they had no place to reason with each other.
When the two of them stepped through the stone gate one after another and exited the Taoist Forest, the sound wave suddenly disappeared. The stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground, and I breathed a long sigh of relief. When I looked up, I couldn't help but be shocked. Lu Jingyuan was already standing at the exit.
This, how is this possible?
Didn't he just fall to the ground and be unable to get up? Why did Kung Fu appear at the door now?
This is simply unbelievable!
Zhang Mengqi was also filled with doubts, but compared to everyone's unkind looks, her face was filled with laughter. She walked two steps quickly and came to Lu Jingyuan and asked, "How did you get here?"
"I came here." Lu Jingyuan just replied lightly.
Mo Tingxuan touched her with his elbow in a serious manner, blinked twice, and signaled her to keep distance from Lu Jingyuan.
She felt confused, but she soon understood.
I saw that Song Baiying looked at Lu Jingyuan with a vicious look in his eyes. It was as if he were looking at a man who had robbed his wife.
Lu Jingyuan looked indifferent. He saw the hateful look in Song Baiying's eyes, and he also saw the unkind looks on everyone's face. To be honest, he didn't want to offend these dudes, but he couldn't abstain from voting just because he was afraid of stealing their limelight. Give up the opportunity to enter the sect?
"The first person to pass this Daolin test is Lu Jingyuan. He will have the opportunity to enter the sect's treasure pavilion to select a magical weapon."
The deacon elder announced to everyone.
Obviously, Lu Jingyuan's qualification for the top spot was taken away, which made these children of the aristocratic family, who had always been proud and arrogant, have a grudge against him.
Song Baiying hated Lu Jingyuan to the core of her being. No one can stand on his head and shit, let alone a nobody. He glared at Lu Jingyuan fiercely, as if he had sworn a poisonous oath.
With a "hum", Song Baiying led a group of people and passed by Lu Jingyuan. The momentum was menacing, rushing toward him, like a scourge. It was just that due to the concerns of the elders present, it was inconvenient to attack immediately.
Lu Jingyuan hid in the corner knowingly. He knew very well that Song Baiying's cultivation was so advanced that he could stride all the way from Daolin to Daolin, but he asked himself whether he could. If he hadn't protected the group of people behind him and wasted a lot of time, he wouldn't have been able to get away with it.
If he took action, he really didn't have much confidence that he would be able to take advantage of Song Baiying. What's more, there are these friendly friends who are always ready to beat up the drowned dog.
Lu Jingyuan didn't want to die miserably at the hands of these people before he even started.
Mo Tingxuan and Zhang Mengqi followed Song Baiying. The two of them didn't even dare to look up at Lu Jingyuan, for fear that if they got too close, they would suffer Song Baiying's wrath.
When Lu Jingyuan saw this, he couldn't help but taunt him. Then I thought about it, it was still too early for the test to end, and it was better to follow a "big brother" who had advanced cultivation than to follow him.
He naturally understands such a simple truth. But when he thought that he and Mo Tingxuan had a drinking argument a few hours ago, and now they were on opposite sides, he couldn't help but sigh.
Later, he entered the sect's treasure pavilion under the guidance of the deacons and elders.
What a fairyland surrounded by spiritual energy this is. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, it feels like a mother’s gentle embrace. There is a huge archway on one side with three large black characters of "Treasure Pavilion" written on it.
When you walk into the Treasure Pavilion, the first thing you see is a huge stone platform with many swords inserted on it. The most eye-catching thing is the giant sword in the middle. It is more than ten meters long, and the blade of the sword is shining with precious light. Neither stone nor iron.
There are stone houses built on the left and right sides of the Treasure Pavilion for the residence of the disciples who guard it all year round.
Passing through the stone platform with the giant sword inserted, and climbing up the steps, you will find a five-story mahogany structure pavilion.
This location is the main building of the Treasure Pavilion.
There is a large protective formation near the important area of the Treasure Pavilion, which is not accessible to ordinary people. The guardian disciples on the left and right have advanced cultivation levels and are all outstanding among the inner disciples. There are elders sitting on each floor. It can be said to be impregnable. Even if the demon boss comes, he can't get in.
The elder deacon showed the leader's badge, and all the disciples let him go. The journey was smooth and they were outside the treasure loft in a blink of an eye. But I saw an old man blocking the way.
The old man had gray hair on his temples, but his skin was as tender as a baby's. His face was as red as a blush. He seemed to be drunk and was lying on the stone steps enjoying the cool air.
Seeing Lu Jingyuan and the others coming over, he half-opened his sleepy eyes and shouted, "Come here, little grandson! Have a drink with me."
When Lu Jingyuan saw this old man for the first time, he couldn't help but laugh. Whose uncle is drunk and lying here blindly recognizing his relatives?
However, he saw that the elder deacon was in a panic. He told Lu Jingyuan not to run around, then he turned around, blew up a strange wind, and disappeared from the place.
Such a good spell, Lu Jingyuan couldn't help but secretly applaud it. I heard the old man calling again: "Come here, little grandson! Have a drink with me."
He turned back to look for his voice, but saw that the old man had already arrived in front of him, looking him up and down, and murmuring to himself: "Who are you from Boshan? How come you have the token I gave him?"
As he said that, he reached into Lu Jingyuan's pocket and took out the Taishang Elder's token regardless of his stop.
When Lu Jingyuan saw this crazy old man snatching away the token, he couldn't help but feel anxious and angry. He kept greeting the other person's eighteen generations of ancestors and stretched out his hand to snatch it back.
The old man was already 70% drunk, but he couldn't stand still. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up. The token in his hand also fell to the ground, shining black under the slanting light of the setting sun. On the token are written the eleven characters "Xuan Yuanzhi, Supreme Elder of Wudang Sword Sect".
At this moment, the golden light of the token dazzled the eyes, and Song Boshan's figure appeared from the light.
When Lu Jingyuan saw the immortal in the token appeared again, he was about to step forward to complain. But he pushed Lu Jingyuan aside, reached the old man, and reached out to help him up. His expression was very respectful.
"Boshan, what's wrong with you?" the old man asked.
"Master, Bo Shan is so ashamed! A while ago, he failed to overcome the tribulation in the mountains. In desperation, he launched the military solution. Only a trace of his soul escaped, and now it is parasitic on this token."
When the old man heard these words, he suddenly sobered up and said, "What did you say...you have already surrendered? Oops! Among my seven disciples, you are the most enlightened. I have always been afraid that you would practice too hard and your foundation would be unstable. .”
As he said this, the old man couldn't help bursting into tears and began to wail and cry loudly.
Lu Jingyuan watched from the side and was secretly surprised. Seeing how old the old man was, he cried whenever he wanted. It’s true that the old man from the Xian family is also different.
Song Boshan calls this old man master! He also said that he gave this token to Song Boshan. Could it be that he is the owner of this token: Xuanyuan Zhi?
Thinking of this, Lu Jingyuan couldn't help but be secretly frightened. In a fit of anger, he had just greeted all his eighteen generations of ancestors. If he were to pursue this matter, where would he be able to enjoy his good fruits?
After a while, a strange gust of wind blew past my ears, and the elder deacon led a group of people to the treasure pavilion.
"Ancestor, why did you sneak out again? Yo! You drank so much wine."
"In this world, there are many things you don't want to do. A drunken drink will solve a thousand worries!" Xuanyuan Zhi smiled again in an instant, changing his sad look just now. It seemed that the person who shed tears just now because of Song Boshan's soldiers was not him.
