The man didn't wait for Qin Xian's answer, he enthusiastically led Qin Xian to the incense burner, handed over three sticks of incense, and said with hope: "Come on, plug it in, plug it in, knock three times with a long blow, and you will be a member of my Taoist sect." .”
Qin Xian was confused at this time. She had visited many homes in the past few days, but it was the first time that she was so enthusiastic and eager to accept him. The important thing is that there were no test questions and no skills were tested!
However, Qin Xian was still a little uneasy, so she asked: "Is this incense a test?"
"You said yes, come on, come in." The man said perfunctorily, and stuffed three purple incense sticks into his hand, and took Qin Xian's hand to insert them into the incense burner.
A gust of cold air blew in through the crack in the door behind him, causing the ashes in the incense burner to rise. Qin Xian was choked and coughed. Fortunately, the ashes reminded Qin Xian of the most important purpose of his visit to various sects - practice.
Qin Xian broke free from the man's hand, held Zixiang in her fists and said, "May I ask if your sect can teach you how to practice?"
"Teach! Why don't you teach! Come and burn incense!" the man said in a hurry without thinking.
Seeing that Qin Xian didn't move, he became anxious again, and pulled Qin Xian to burn incense and finish the work quickly, so that he could go back to pay errands.
Qin Xian raised her hand to block it and said, "There's no rush."
Because he suddenly remembered that the book "The World" published by Qianmu Mountain recently mentioned the Taoist Gate. The Taoist Gate is now divided into nine gates. Each gate has its own door number. It seems that there is no one directly called the Taoist Gate, so he asked : "I wonder which sect of the Nine Great Sect your sect is?"
The man was stunned by Qin Xian's question. He glanced at Qin Xian up and down, seeming a little surprised: "Do you still know about the Nine Dao Sect? Are you not from this Zuzhou?"
Qin Xian said: "The one I read in the book is from Zuzhou."
The man rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "As long as it's from Zuzhou, it's just that Taoist sect. The most famous one, seventh or eighth. I'll burn the incense first, and I'll tell you later."
Seventh or eighth?
At this time, Qin Xian's mind flashed through the book's records about the Taoist sect. After the Taoist sect changed, it was divided into nine sects:
The first gate - Yuanzhou Fengyu Mountain, Shangqing Juxuan
The second gate - Luofu Mountain in Yinzhou, Luquan Shifangyuan
The third gate - Dongxi Mountain in Shengzhou, Qingwei Yaotai
The fourth gate - Born in Changchun Mountain, Tianshi Mansion
The fifth gate - Yuanzhou Golden Mountain, Shenxiao Golden Liquid Sect
The Sixth Gate - Leiting Mountain, Yinzhou, Taiyi Road
The seventh gate - Shengzhou Yunmeng Mountain, Feixing Temple
The eighth gate - Xuanzhou Left and Right Mountains, Baiyun Palace
The Ninth Gate - Xuanzhou Left and Right Mountains, San Lao Temple
The Seventh Feixing Temple and the Eighth Baiyun Palace are not in the same realm, so why are they so vague? I can't help but feel suspicious, and I asked seriously: "I dare to ask senior, is it the seventh or the eighth?"
"Eighth! That's the eighth line. Let's light up the incense!" the man urged impatiently.
Qin Xian was very happy, because although Baiyun Palace was the eighth sect, according to the book, the first person in this sect in the world was the master of Baiyun Palace, Jia Shindao. It was very good to be admitted to Baiyun Palace. As long as I practice hard in the future, I will definitely be able to kill the monkey demon as soon as possible.
After making up his mind, he stepped forward, inserted three sticks of purple incense, then knelt down and followed the man's instructions, tapping three times with a long blow.
The man roared and jumped up to his feet, extremely excited.
The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were like turned over ground. He grabbed Qin Xian's shoulders with both hands and lifted her up. He said happily: "The mission is accomplished, junior brother. I don't know your name yet. Come on, tell me and I'll write it down. Come back." , I will give you fifty cents for the Newcomer Award."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of crumpled yellow paper from his arms, and took out a broken pen from his sleeve. The tip of the pen was a little dry, so he put it in his mouth and licked it.
Qin Xian suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Huh? Why don't you speak? What's your name?" the man asked doubtfully.
Qin Xian looked at the half-open door, wondering why no one came to deliver the message this time, and she was not kicked out. Could it be that her husband had let her go? Or is it that Baiyun Palace is so powerful that Mr. Xiang cannot influence it.
But no matter what, the result is good. I can finally practice, and I am a little happy.
Seeing that Qin Xian didn't answer, the man looked at the door and asked, "Why, are there any friends coming? Let's come together!"
Qin Xian shook her head.
"Qin Xian, demure Xian."
The man took a pen and wrote Qin on the yellow paper. He paused and then wrote the word "Xian".
"That's not it." Qin Xian pointed at the man's wrong handwriting.
The man pretended to be doubtful, "Isn't it this? I remember Xianjing, this is it!"
He tilted his head and thought for a moment. He really couldn't think of anything, so he stopped pretending and simply handed the pen to Qin Xian and asked him to write it himself.
Qin Xian had no choice but to write her name.
When he was done, the man put the pen and paper into his arms.
"Okay, Qi Huo, let me introduce myself. I am the most capable disciple in our sect, and at the same time the most handsome, elegant and suave. Congratulations!" The man patted his chest and said with a proud look on his face.
Seeing that Qin Xian didn't respond, the man was a little surprised and asked, "You don't look like an impolite person. After being introduced, shouldn't you say something?"
Qin Xian thought, did you say your name? But since the other party praised him and congratulated him, he really deserved to be thanked.
"Thank you, congratulations, congratulations!"
"What a mess! My last name is Congratulations!" the man said with a dark face.
Qin Xian: "..."
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The setting sun shines down softly, dragging long shadows on the ground.
Walking out of Stone City, Qin Xian felt that her feet were much lighter today. After all, after running around for days, she finally entered the famous Baiyun Palace.
But there was one thing he still didn't understand. Is a practicing sect like Baiyun Palace short of money? Why is it that the clothes that the senior brother wears are shabbier than those of his fellow villagers?
Qin Xian was very straightforward, so he asked directly.
At that time, Brother Congratulations had a strange look on his face and said: "Money is a thing outside the body. I am devoted to seeking the truth. What do I need such new clothes for? I am poor! Only then can I be happy." The last few words were said with a sad face and gritted teeth.
Qin Xian thought so. The book said that the sect did not keep money, so there was no doubt that he was there.
"Senior brother said that the master's arrangement has basically been completed, but we still have to look around to see if we can recruit a few more people. He asked me to go back and wait for the letter, but he didn't say how many days I would have to wait." In the dusk, Qin Xian said thoughtfully. .
As soon as she finished speaking, she vaguely heard the sound of horse hoofbeats in the distance, and Qin Xian hurriedly stepped aside to get out of the way.
Nowadays, this Zuzhou is no better than before, with busy traffic and countless clouds and clouds. You have to be careful about what you say and do, otherwise you will inevitably get into trouble.
After a while, a carriage appeared at the other end of the road. The sapphire blue carriage was decorated with a jade plaque that read - Song Dynasty!
Qin Xian would not have recognized it before, but now, being involved in worldly affairs, he knew that this was the carriage from the Song family compound in Wenshan.
If you want to say that the largest trading house in the world is definitely Lianyunxingzhan, but if you want to talk about the richest power in the world, it must be the Wenshan Song Family.
He had seen the pattern on this jade before, it was the one he got from Song Qian as a gift to An An!
Suddenly he felt that it was a coincidence. Mo Qijia casually named "Song Qian", but now it seems that it may actually be the right one.
His mind was spinning, thinking of Mo Qijia, Song Qian, and An An. After the great changes in Zuzhou, they had been missing for some days. There was no news about An An. However, Mo Qijia and Song Qian occasionally visited him a few times, saying that he was afraid of him. He didn't get over the pain, for fear of disturbing him.
But every time the two of them came together, if one of them was missing, the other would be on pins and needles and leave in a hurry, not knowing what he was doing.
Just when Qin Xian recalled this moment, the carriage was no more than ten feet away from Qin Xian.
Suddenly a figure jumped out of the grass on the right and headed straight for the carriage.
They were about to hit each other. Qin Xian didn't have time to think too much. It was more important to save people. The wind was blowing under her feet. She stepped forward and pounced. Suddenly, it was too late to use Yubu. But after all, the young Taoist said that Zuzhoutian is different now. Taoism and other methods have long been useless, but her Yubu seems to be unaffected. In Qin Xian's opinion, maybe it is because Yubu does not belong to Taoism, or because she has not started practicing at all.
He took the figure in his arms and held it warmly, it was a girl.
However, he was eager to save people and did not think randomly, and then they both fell into the grass.
The driver just glanced at the two of them coldly, and walked away without stopping.
The woman pushed Qin Xian away, stood up, looked at the carriage that had gone away in the distance, stamped her feet angrily, turned around, pointed at Qin Xian's nose and cursed: "Where did you come from, kid, ruining my good deeds! "
Qin Xian was so confused by the scolding that she said, "Girl, you are about to be hit by a carriage. How can this be considered a good thing?"
"You!" The woman seemed to be so angry that she pointed at Qin Xian and was speechless.
He finally spent a lot of money to learn that the second master of the Song family would pass by today without any guards. He had been waiting for such a good opportunity for three months. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to join the Song family, and he was looking for it. Unexpectedly, a great opportunity turned out to be I don't know when the next time a good thing will be ruined by this country boy.
Then he waved his hand and looked at the carriage that had disappeared long ago.
Thinking of this, the woman covered her chest with her hands, looking very painful. Then she lowered her head and said fiercely to Qin Xian: "If it weren't for the ban on Zuzhou now, I would definitely chop you up and feed it to Ah Meow!"
In this way, a certain unlucky little monster who had planned for a long time but failed to succeed missed the opportunity because of Qin Xian.
However, when the two talked again many years later, the woman realized that Qin Xian had indeed saved her today. If she had succeeded, there would be no Demon Saint in the future.
This is all for later.
Qin Xian turned over in the grass and walked out. She looked at the direction where the car left and then the direction where the woman left. She said helplessly: "There are really many weirdos coming to Zuzhou now, and there are some who want to die."
Delayed by the woman's interlude, Qin Xian returned to the Orange Grove at the end of the moon.
Now Qin Xian lives in her own orange grove, building a simple hut. The former yard was taken back by Xianyuan Mountain, and it was not his, so he returned it as soon as it was returned.
It's just that the villagers in Maohuali, no, the villagers in Zuzhou, don't want to see Qin Xian anymore. They call him a white-eyed wolf, an unfilial son, a murderer, etc. There are more than a dozen crimes, and they even use him to quell children at night. He cried, causing the children to cry and run away when they saw him from a distance.
Qin Xian had nothing to do about this. After all, what they said was not unreasonable. He had indeed served his mother unfilially, killed his benefactor, and was a murderer. Every time he thought about this, he would sit in front of his mother's grave and chat with her. Chatting will relieve a lot.
