Cangshan Mountain, Begging Platform.
Jiudu Hall is in front, with Not Fei Mountain and Zhen Qiyuan guarding it on the left and right. Cangshan Mountain is located in the northeast of Zhaoyan, where the Jingluo River originates. The Begging Platform on the top of the mountain has always been the place where major ceremonies are held. The heads of all generations have been appointed here, and it is of special significance to Zhaoyan.
Although the Disciple Selection Conference is not on the Qiqiu Platform, it is also close to it. It is in the mountain stream and deep valley. The scenery is beautiful. The morning clouds and mist linger for a long time, giving it a fairy-like scene.
When Zhao Shun arrived with Shi Xiangyuan, there were already many branch heads with their disciples, all of whom were high-spirited and eager to try.
She raised her eyes and looked towards Cangshan Mountain. She saw that the mountain was covered with greenery, with a waterfall jumping down from it. The Qiuqiu platform was wide and solemn, the eaves of the main hall were high, and a jade-white figure stood in front of the hall in an arched posture, with a tripod in front of her. The incense burner is flourishing, and the tripod alone is the size of two or three adult men. The tripod patterns on it are complicated and exquisite, including birds, animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects.
"Is that the statue of Beggar?"
Zhao Shun looked at it from a distance. He had already made a guess when he first heard the name of Qiqiutai.
The portrait was lifelike, showing all the expressions and postures in front of everyone, but it did not have the aura or appearance of a monk at all. Instead, he looked as old as an octogenarian, with dull eyes and drooped eyelids, looking drowsy. Sleeping with rickets.
According to records, Qiqiu was the first person to explore the way to immortality after the beginning of the world. He was the ancestor of all immortals and the source of Taoism. At that time, ordinary people did not know what immortal fate was, and their life span was limited to half a hundred years. The sixty-six-year-old was already a long-lived person. Qiqiu was not willing to accept this, and tried all kinds of methods to no avail. Finally, he discovered the use of spiritual roots in the Dantian in his body. The original Tao method absorbs spiritual energy into the body, cleanses the essence and cuts the marrow, and prolongs life.
A beggar's death of eight hundred years may not be that big of a deal compared to today's Taoist monks, but in an era when all living beings live less than a hundred years, beggar's actions are as shocking as moving mountains to fill the sea.
It was also with this first person seeking immortality that the Taoist immortality method began to be gradually perfected, and the way of cultivating immortality truly flourished on this land. The only flaw is that the method of cultivating immortality with spiritual roots is not available to everyone. While cultivators are calling for wind and rain, there are still mortals trapped in the dust.
However, what Zhao Shun was curious about was why there was no statue of the first head of the sect in the place where the sect held rituals, but a beggar was enshrined instead.
When Shi Xiangyuan heard this, he stroked his beard and chuckled, and explained: "Our sect and the Zhenxu Divine Sect are the two earliest established sects within the ten sects of the Right Way. Although the founder is not a disciple of Qiqiu, his Taoism is from this So, at present, the seven books and six classics in the sect have been written for the evolution of this Taoism, and the incense offered by the sect is enshrining the source of Taoism from Qiuqiu!"
Only then did Zhao Chun understand, and to his surprise, Zhaoyan and Taiyuan were both called the Immortal Sect, but the establishment of Taiyuan, according to Shi Xiangyuan, was actually behind Zhaoyan.
She shook her head slightly and didn't want to think about it anymore. She walked with Shi Xiangyuan and entered the deep valley of the mountain stream.
At the point where the roads branched off, Shi Xiangyuan, as the head of the branch and a disciple of the true disciple, was led into the right side of the mountain stream by a handsome waiter wearing a necklace around his neck and a beautiful jade on his waist. He sat with the external monks who were also disciples of the true disciple. , and after Zhao Shun was recorded by the waiter, he was taken to the southwest banquet where a group of geniuses from different sects were present.
In this scene where there were many monks in the reunion period, there were not many disciples like Zhao Chun who only had the Fenxuan realm. They only accounted for about one-tenth of the total. She looked at them calmly and gently, and saw that there were still many disciples in the audience. There are a few disciples from the Ning Yuan period, all of whom are handsome in appearance, with divine light in their faces. It can be seen that their talents and bearings are extraordinary, but they are particularly special because they are among so many people whose realm is higher than themselves. worrying and nervous.
Not only them, but also the Fenxuan disciples felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They all sat upright on the table and looked around secretly.
Zhao Chun is really like an anomaly among people. He is so calm and calm that even the disciples in the Reunion Stage can't help but glance over.
Her black hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a moon-white Taoist robe. The cuffs of the inner cassock were tied up, making her appear capable. The outer coat was fat and loose, embroidered with simple Ruyi patterns. Her whole body was very common among monks, even more so than others. It is more sober, but it is very eye-catching among people.
When others look at her, they only feel that this person has a different demeanor from others. It is best to describe her as being unfazed by external things and unfazed by external things.
Then he saw Zhao Shun sitting alone, with no familiar person around him to talk to, and he couldn't help but be even more surprised.
She actually came to attend the Disciple Selection Conference alone!
Could it be that he was born in a certain branch of the immortal sect that was in decline and lacked any foundation, so the leader only sent one person here?
Many disciples were thinking about it and were curious about it. They looked at Zhao Xuan's face repeatedly and felt that his temperament was calm, like a calm pool of stagnant water. Not to mention the sharp and sharp posture of the swordsman, it was the arrogance of an ordinary genius. The appearance is extremely difficult to see on her.
It's like he is a complete mediocrity!
This is so weird!
Zhao Chun turned a blind eye to the strange eyes that fell on her. She was a swordsman in the sky that attracted everyone's attention, but she had also experienced days of being buried in the dust. She had a dream for three hundred years, which was more than what a peerless genius could experience. And At that time, she didn't know which life between Sword Lord and mediocrity was a dream. The gap from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley never made her deviate from her original intention.
What do other people’s words and looks mean?
Slow in speech, quick in action, which one is strong and which one is weak, you will know after you try it!
Fortunately, Fenxuan was only a temporary surprise in the eyes of the disciples. What really made them feel the fighting spirit was the main disciples who successively took their seats in the northwest.
In the Zhongqian World, not counting the lost, wandering, and sporadic places where immortal sects have never entered, all the disciples of all branch sects together are about 2,100 people, and among the main sect alone who volunteered to come here, there are one Thousands of people!
In terms of momentum, although the branch sect has more people, they can't even be on par with them. They can only be firmly at a disadvantage and be suppressed!
Zhao Chun turned his head and saw that all the disciples of the main sect were in high spirits, riding on strange beasts or riding auspicious clouds. When he sat down, he did not forget to look at the branch sect calmly, and then calmly looked away without any nervous expression. .
Although there is nothing wrong with such a gesture, it makes the disciples of the branch sect feel a sense of superior contempt for no reason. Many people are angry in their hearts, clenching their fists in the seats, and wishing to compete with him immediately!
Zhao Chun had seen it and was slightly confused. Although these disciples of the main sect were better than many geniuses of the branch sects, it was difficult for people like Chi Zangfeng in Xie Jing's mouth to be connected with these people. Is it as internal as oneself but not external, or is it not in these seats at all?
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