After the two separated, Xue Cuo carried Uncle Jian on his back and played around Daze.
The Snow Sword followed slowly behind him, its big blue-black hand hanging lazily on the hilt, fluttering in the wind.
As one man and one sword walked, colorful clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.
Xue Cuo screamed, his eyes shining: "Uncle Jian, look, is there an immortal who has accepted a disciple? I have never seen it before!"
White clouds are floating in the sky, and there are dragons spitting mist, creating clouds.
Following a heart-stopping sound of opening the door, waves of mist rose up around the valley, and cranes flew around. The graceful glow faintly emerged from the clouds and mist, as if the door to another world had opened from Gushe Mountain. , there were talking and laughing, the sound of rings, and the sound of swords, which made the whole Gushe Mountain lively and lively, and the fairy spirit was everywhere.
Today is the day when the Qingping sect of Gushe Mountain pays homage to its masters and accepts disciples once every ten years, so people have been waiting at Daze Ferry outside the mountain for the arrival of the immortal.
Rays of rays of light flew out of the clouds and turned into dozens of young men and women.
Among them, there was a handsome male monk in blue shirt and white belt, standing with his hands behind his hands. He looked down for a while, his face lit up, and he said with a smile: "I went out today to do a divination. It seems that the He and Li families in the south of the city are the most destined to me." .”
"Senior brother, I think they are the most destined to me!"
A figure rushed out before the male monk. The male monk's face darkened and he whistled a dark wind. The figure screamed and turned into blood instantly.
The remaining monks shuddered and forced smiles to flatter each other: "Senior Brother Xiaofeng and the fat sheep family naturally have a better affinity."
“We are from grassroots backgrounds, so just picking up a sip of soup is a blessing.”
"Who dares to compete with Senior Brother Sao Feng? I will be the first to refuse!"
"That's right!"
Sao Feng sneered in his heart and cupped his hands: "Junior brothers and sisters, you take your time, Brother Yu will go first."
After saying that, it turned into a clear light and flew to the ferry where the flags of the He and Li families were flying.
There are vast expanse of blue waves, and the scenery is unique. Both sides of the strait are covered with flags and canopies like clouds. Thousands of daggers guard the main road and prevent others from approaching, creating a quiet peach blossom garden.
There was a beautiful painted boat parked on the lake, with the treasure light shining on the bow. People from the He and Li families had already burned incense and worshiped, and offered wine, melons and fruits, livestock, gold, silver and jade articles.
Seeing the immortal descending, the elders of the He and Li families bowed their heads one after another.
"The Immortal Lord is here, and the Immortal Lord is polite. The Immortal Lord comes to our land, and our land is full of radiance. The two of us have prepared a small gift of sake, please accept the Immortal Lord."
Xiao Feng's face was pale, he shook off the dust, first collected the gold, silver and jade articles on both sides, and then caught a glimpse of the stunning maid scattering five spring flowers, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took the maid into his arms.
"Get up, our Qingping sect has always been about opening up connections and making friends from all directions. What we pay attention to is good luck."
Magistrate He stood up quickly. He had a round belly and a smiling Japanese melon face. He stretched out his hand to pull over a little Japanese melon dressed in a rich and brocade robe.
The little Japanese melon knelt on the ground and bowed with his head buried in his chest: "Master, I'm here. Disciple greets the Immortal Lord."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng raised his eyebrows angrily and slapped the little Japanese melon until his nose and mouth bleeded: "Who are you? When did I say I would accept you as my disciple!"
The little Japanese melon was whipped around three times like a spinning top, and lay on the ground with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes. County Magistrate He quickly smiled and bent down to greet him: "Yes, you stupid thing, why don't you get up quickly? The Immortal Lord said to you , it says inside.”
Sao Feng mocked: "You think any cat or dog can become an immortal? It depends on whether you have the destiny to become an immortal!"
Magistrate He immediately lowered his head to apologize, kicked his son, and said hurriedly: "There are a lot of immortal kings. The dog is ignorant and bumps into the noble man. He also invites the immortal king to come to the elegant room for a small talk. All the immortal fate I have prepared is in it."
The compliments from all over the world made Xiao Feng feel comfortable and his expression improved.
Li Zhizhou also led a young man with a sallow complexion and a broad nose and mouth to greet him. He was much more reserved than Magistrate He.
Xiao Feng saw a faint aura of death not far away and frowned slightly. Li Zhizhou pulled his youngest son to salute and said, "The Immortal Lord is polite."
Xiao Feng immediately returned the gift, hissed, shook his head and said gently: "Master Li, your son has no spiritual roots at all. He still has the wronged soul in his body. He is not going to die soon. I'm afraid he won't be able to become an immortal."
Li Zhizhou was startled after hearing this, and his face was filled with embarrassment: "Xianjun, this... what should I do? Quanzi has a weak character. Just because he was young and ignorant, he accidentally injured several lives by mistake. Unexpectedly, he fell ill after that. Get up."
"I don't want him to achieve immortality. I just hope that he will be safe and healthy so that he can inherit my family business and continue his incense. I sincerely ask the immortal king to use some means..."
Li Zhizhou gave him a wink, and a few strong slaves immediately brought out boxes of immortal treasures, and the boat suddenly glowed with treasure.
Xiaofeng was overjoyed. He didn't expect that this remote and remote place was so wealthy.
He waved the whisk and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Mr. Li also has a Supreme Elder in my immortal sect. How could I not give you face? Besides, I am a compassionate person and like to help others most. Please come quickly, old man." rise."
Li Zhizhou dragged his dying son and said, "Yes, yes, it's just Xianjun, look at this..."
Xiao Feng hurriedly said: "Your Majesty has a deep connection with immortality. I can extend your son's life first. Now I'm going to find a dozen young men in green clothes. As long as the vitality is not released, I will extend your life for Young Master Ling and he will live a long life." Age doesn’t matter.”
Li Zhizhou couldn't help but smile, "Yes, yes! Immortal Lord, wait a moment, there are not many other people in Tongxing County. There are poor tenants everywhere. Let alone dozens, it's not difficult even dozens!"
He Yuanwai also squeezed in and said with a flattering smile to the two of them: "Not only that, even if there are hundreds or thousands of people, please leave this matter to me, Mr. Xianjun, Lord Zhizhou... Just you see, can I Can you also lend me some longevity?"
Li Zhizhou scolded: "How presumptuous, who do you think the Immortal King is? How can I allow you to bargain here?"
Xiao Feng waved his whisk: "Isn't your son fine?"
Magistrate He smiled like a chrysanthemum with his eyebrows and small eyes: "Immortal Lord, I'm just a villain who wants to borrow some. Isn't life too long?"
Xiao Feng raised his eyelids and glanced at him, thought for a moment, and bowed his head: "Well, since your two families are destined to be immortals, I'll just accept it."
"It's just that you need to be prepared for the immortal fate."
He Yuanwai was overjoyed and quickly ordered his men to catch the young man. He respectfully invited the immortal to take a seat with his mouth full of flowers.
Above the clouds, the remaining junior sisters and junior brothers looked miserable when they saw that their senior brother had chosen the most beautiful place to go. They looked down through the clouds and their faces became even uglier. They complained: "This Tongxing County is too poor. Except for a few Such a big family, where can the offerings come from, and what are the poor and miserable people left behind, what can they do?"
There was a female cultivator in the middle wearing a palace dress with wide sleeves, but she didn't talk to them. She saw where there were more offerings and fell from the clouds.
Upon seeing this, the other senior brothers and sisters immediately turned into clear light and scattered away.
"It's not our turn to go to good places, they can only go to the direct descendants of the elders."
"It's better to hurry up and enjoy it. Even if there is nothing here, search in various mountains and you might be able to find some treasures. Otherwise, when the mountain gate is closed, you won't even be able to catch the fly's legs."
"Brother, I'm going."
"Oh, I'll go too. The family named Zhang belongs to me!"
"That place belongs to me, junior brother accepts it!"
For a time, the Daze Ferry was filled with clear light. Wherever offerings were placed on both sides of the river to offer immortality, there were immortals standing there, wielding swords, riding clouds, riding strange beasts, or riding white cranes.
The various visions and divine lights fascinated the men and women who came to ask for immortality, and they were all fascinated by the sight.
One of the streams of light fell to the ground and turned into a male cultivator with a sallow complexion. He did not dare to compete with his senior brothers and sisters, so he found a place with few offerings and landed there, intending to slowly explore it.
I was looking around when I suddenly saw an old woman in ragged clothes with her grandson, holding a bamboo basket in her hand.
The monk's eyes lit up, he flew after her and landed in front of the old woman: "Old woman, take me to your village."
The old woman was startled and knelt on the ground, kowtowing: "Grandpa Immortal, our village is extremely poor."
The male monk drew his sword and cursed: "Don't be so verbose, mother, lead the way!"
The old man and the grandson were very frightened, so the old man had no choice but to lead the young man and walk slowly in front.
The male monk's face became increasingly impatient, and he simply killed the two of them with a sword, not forgetting to use the fire talisman to burn them to ashes.
He hurried forward, looking for a young man with quick feet, and finally found a small and medium-sized village.
The people in the village saw the stranger from a distance and rang the big bell at the entrance of the village.
The old village chief was planting rice seedlings when he heard the bell and his heart sank: "Oh no, there are immortal sects recruiting disciples in the past two days, and those people may have fled to the village."
He quickly packed up his things, walked out for two steps, then came back and grabbed two handfuls of mud.
There was a fat little boy sitting on the edge of his field. Because he was hungry, he begged him for half a wheat bran cake. The old village chief said, "My boy, come here. I will put some flowers on your face. Don't let those People saw it.”
The little baby was Xue Cuo. He asked, "Who saw it?"
The old village chief refused to explain to him and wiped a few pieces of mud on his face with his hands and feet: "You are born white and fat. You will hide with the three children and five others later, but don't run forward."
Several children quickly took Xue Cuo to the village.
The old people in the village hid the animals quietly, while the older girl and the younger daughter-in-law reached into the bottom of the pot, grabbed two handfuls of pot ashes and smeared them on their faces.
When the friar arrived in the village, his face grew darker and darker as he watched. Seventy or eighty people in the village gathered in the square as he requested.
These old and young people are all as thin as sticks, half-clothed, and full of sorrow on their faces. But he has rich experience and knows that these unscrupulous people must have hidden good things and will not take them out without being frightened. .
The monk suddenly stopped and grabbed an old man: "Are you the village chief?"
The old man was shaking like chaff: "Yes."
The male monk said: "One jar of gold, two jars of silver, and if there is good jade, I want it. In addition, I will sift two jars of wine and slaughter some animals. They must be carefully marinated with spices and then passed through with clear oil."
The old village chief burst into tears: "Grandpa Immortal, our village just handed over the offerings to the Immortal Sect a few days ago. The whole family has to live on wild vegetables, not to mention eating wine and meat. There is not even a drop of oil."
The friar sneered and looked around: "If you don't have cattle or sheep, you don't have people, right? You unscrupulous people, you know how to drink good wine and good food. If you don't entertain your grandpa, how many people do you have to kill?"
He threw the village chief on the ground. The villagers supported the village chief and took a step back. The male host said coldly: "One pot of gold and one pot of silver. If you miss me a little, I will use your heads to balance it."
