Yunxiao City is an isolated city near the water and backed by mountains. It is somewhat incompatible with the location of the Beidi Sect's cities, which are connected in all directions and have convenient transportation.
Fortunately, there are towering ancient trees and wild flowers all along the way, and the scenery is quite pleasant.
Tao Xian was silent all the way, while Lin Du lay lazily on the deck of the spirit boat and used the knowledge penetration method to catch up on his sleep.
At this moment, the six people on the boat actually fell silent.
Ju Yuan and Fengyi sat one behind the other, looking like worried parents. Looking at the person holding a book covering his face but not his body, he couldn't help frowning and wanted to find a blanket to cover it, but then he thought She has ice spirit roots, so she is probably not susceptible to wind and cold.
When they were almost there, Xia Wugang wanted to call someone, but Lin Du had already sat up directly. He took the Heart Sutra off his face and turned around to look at the mountain gate of Feixing Sect. It was in the daytime, among the clouds and green mountains. There are traces of spiritual energy left behind by countless flying magic weapons.
The group of people landed under the mountain gate. Before the guarding disciple could speak, one of them blurted out, "There are so many people."
The Supreme Sect will probably never see so many people in this life.
The guard's disciples couldn't help but cursed at how someone who had never seen the world could say such a thing, but when Xun Sheng looked over, he was stunned by that face.
The speaker was dressed in expensive fabrics and had a noble face that looked like he had never seen the world. He had a strange heavy iron folding fan hanging around his waist and was standing in the middle of the group of people.
There are also immortal figures on the front, back, left and right. Although the clothes are not ostentatious, the materials and hangings are of extraordinary quality.
Lin Du turned to look at Tao Xian, "How many people are there in your Feixing sect? No matter how many good young people there are in the world of cultivation, they can't be recruited like this."
Tao Xian looked as if he had never been injured. His back was straight, and he was wearing a clean uniform of a disciple of the Flying Star Sect, with the seven stars of the Big Dipper densely woven with silver threads.
He thought for a while and said, "Common servant disciples and outer sect disciples are recruited every year. I don't know how many there are specifically. But the entire sect has at least ten thousand people?"
This time even Ju Yuan yelled, "So many? You are not afraid of insufficient resources."
Feng Yi clasped his hands behind his back, "Ordinary disciples don't spend much resources."
If any disciple of the Supreme Sect is picked out, the resources smashed from his body can be used by the sect to raise dozens of direct disciples.
Lin Du vaguely felt that some of them felt like eating minced meat, so he quickly changed the subject, "Let's go, business is more important."
"May I ask, Uncle Tao Xian, who are these?"
"Priests of the Supreme Sect." Tao Xian spoke concisely and to the point. He didn't want to stay here for too long. His heart was tortured day and night, and as he neared the end, he felt a little timid.
The guard hurriedly bowed and saluted, "It turns out they are the Taoist priests of the Supreme Sect."
To ordinary monks, the Supreme Sect is like a high mountain, existing in those official historical records. No matter which one it is, it will always leave a glorious name in this world.
When Tao Xian arrived at the bottom of the peak, he did not immediately go straight to the colorful golden palace above. He said, "Taoist Master, you go first. I want to... go back to the residence of the brothers."
Lin Du glanced at him. The man's yin energy was already very heavy, but he didn't have any resentment at all.
Just such a cold glance, and the intersection of Tao Xian's eyes, even Mo Lin could read the sense of desperation in it.
Lin Du nodded, "Go ahead, we'll wait for you above."
Tao Xian looked away, but for no reason he felt that there was more support behind him.
Throughout his life, his reliance should have been on the top, but now he fell on outsiders.
In the past, he would not have thought that the three words Supreme Sect not only meant the gods who saved people from evil spirits for ordinary people, but also meant the final helping hand for him, a disciple of the sect.
The Supreme Sect's group landed on the top of the mountain.
A young man wearing the uniform of a direct disciple was waiting outside. He was not surprised to see a few people, "Master had expected that distinguished guests would come to your door today, so he asked me to wait here to receive you all."
The five people entered the Golden Palace, and the disciple served them tea one by one. When they arrived at Lindu, she suddenly coughed violently, and the tea she picked up was swept to the ground by the violent shaking of her body.
The man calmly used his spiritual power to support it, then stretched out his hand to hold it in place. Lin Du covered his lips and glanced down.
The base of the palm is smooth and intact.
Lin Du's cough revealed a mocking smile.
The young man's thin figure was wrapped in black satin. When he coughed, the shoulder blades on his back were stretched with the hanging fabric, making him look even more rugged and weak.
The disciple looked at Lin Du with worry in his eyes, "Little Taoist Priest, are you okay?"
Xia Tian Wu suddenly said, "It's okay, I'm really sorry. My little master is inherently deficient, and he was persecuted by Qi Zhun and Shao Fei. His heart and lungs are damaged, and he often coughs up blood. It has stained your master's golden palace." .”
Lin Du stretched out his hand to take the handkerchief from Xia Wugui, wiped away the bright red that leaked out between his pale fingers, raised his face and smiled sheepishly at the man.
The disciple's face also showed a bit of hatred and resentment, "It's all caused by the evil ways. Now the outer sect is made into a mess by those aristocratic families, which also gives such evil spirits a chance to fish in troubled waters."
Lin Du picked up the tea, turned to look at Feng Yi, their eyes met, and then picked up the tea cup at the same time.
This young disciple's temperament... is actually Yin Zhong's disciple.
Lin Du thought deeper. She always felt that Yin Zhong had left a way out.
So among a group of disciples, there is such a flawless disciple. If I remember correctly, he should be ranked seventh.
Yin Zhong represents the grassroots monks who have no background. Even though the inner disciples of the sect are ordinary civilian disciples from the outer sect.
Only this seventh child was recruited by Yin Zhong at the last Zhongzhou election, which he had personally arranged for. He was able to steal food from those aristocratic elders.
Lin Du lowered his eyes. This person's cultivation was on par with his own, and he hadn't even formed a pill yet.
Why is this person who was elected in the Zhongzhou election and is in his thirties? Why hasn't he reached the Tengyun realm yet? Even those registered disciples have already reached the Tengyun realm.
This is really strange.
The boy suddenly raised his head and shouted in one direction, "Master."
Lin Du then raised his head and looked over. Elder Yin Zhong, who was rumored to have lost his cultivation, actually had white hair. He was also wearing a green and black elder's uniform with countless stars embroidered on it. He walked steadily and looked calm.
She keenly felt that something was wrong. After looking at it for a while, she finally saw something unusual.
The cold and hard expression on Yin Zhong's face, showing the vicissitudes of the world without sadness or joy, was 50% like her evil master.
The smile on Lin Du's face became colder, and he unconsciously held the Fusheng fan on his waist.
This face is really annoying.
Leaving this person for another quarter of an hour would make her sleepless and uneasy, and her appetite for lunch would be lost.
