Chapter 108

In hospital.

Wu Feng lives separately from long Xinger. At the moment, he sits cross legged on the bed in his house, showing a trace of strangeness in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, it's a factotum disciple again. Is it the arrangement of fate?"

"Anyway, cultivation is the most important. The external aura alone is so rich. The aura of Huayang sect must be more dense. Even if you are a factotum disciple and have such a good environment, you can double your cultivation."

As soon as Wu Feng pondered, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation.

Two days later.

Suddenly, a whistling sound came over Wu Feng's Hospital and stopped over the hospital. Wu Feng was surprised from his practice. He pinched his fingers and counted. When he knew that the time was coming, he quickly went out. He saw a small boat made of paper floating over the yard. On it stood a young man in red robe with a golden black embroidery thorn on his chest, which was very beautiful.

"It's you two, come up." the young man in red said calmly.

Wu Feng immediately took long Xinger's hand and flew to the boat. Looking carefully, the boat was really thin and fragile like paper.

Long Xinger flew so high that she was pale with fear. When she stood on the boat, her legs were trembling and almost fell soft.

"Don't worry, the spirit paper boat is very strong. It's easy to carry a hill." the red robed youth glanced at long Xinger and said calmly.

Long Xinger's face was pink and she bowed her head with shame.

Wu Feng sat down at will and didn't speak.

The young man in red robe said, "sit still." then he raised his hand and led the boat away like a flying sword. The wind swept in and was resisted by a gang cover outside the boat. There was no leakage. He was very stable.

After long Xinger adapted, she couldn't help looking around curiously. Her watery eyes were full of shock and excitement.

Wu Feng leaned casually on the boat and closed his eyes.

The speed of the boat was amazing. In the blink of an eye, it left Luoxian city. This huge city became smaller and smaller in the eyes of the three people on the boat. Finally, it was only slapped big, and then it was covered by a big mountain.

Half a day later, he crossed countless mountains and rivers and finally came to a continuous group of mountains. After coming here, Wu Feng obviously felt that the aura around him became dense, about two or three times that of the outside world.

Looking around, the continuous mountains are surrounded by indifferent clouds, and the peaks are looming like sleeping giant beasts. Thousands of feet high waterfalls poured down from the peak, like jade dragons roaring, magnificent and magnificent.

The sound of cranes came from the peak and echoed with the sound of water in the waterfall. It rang through thousands of miles, like a fairyland.

On this mountain peak, the dark blue ancient trees are towering, and the huge vines are curling, like a wild forest, full of mystery and adventure.

And in the hazy white fog, you can vaguely see many palaces built on the top of the mountains, which look like reality and fantasy, suspended like a mirage, people can't believe their eyes.

Wu Feng and long Xinger were stunned.

This is Xianmen!

Holy land of immortals!

"Here we are," said the young man in red calmly.

The boat sped away and came to the mountains. With the distance getting closer, Wu Feng could clearly see that there were bluestone roads built on these mountains, and some people dressed as servants were carrying water. There are also some people sitting cross legged in some flat squares, as if listening to a sermon.

Wu Feng seems to have come to a magnificent world.

This is the sect gate of the immortal world!

Countless disciples gathered, all of them are talented and gifted.

Listen to the Tao, consult scriptures and learn magic every day.

Countless servants serve.

There are also factotum disciples to help raise spiritual birds and cultivate spiritual fields.

Wu Feng took a deep breath and showed a trace of excitement in his eyes. This is the place of cultivation. He did not come wrong!

At this time, the boat came to a peak and landed. In front of it was a Mountain Gate guarded by more than a dozen red robed disciples.

The young man in red put the boat away and said to Wu Feng, "come with me."

Wu Feng and others followed one after another.

The young man in red robe came to the gate of the mountain, presented the bronze token, and then passed in smoothly. He went straight along the Qingshiban road to a palace on the top of the mountain. Then he turned back and said to Wu Feng, "I'll take you to the factotum disciple's yard first, and then the Presbyterian Council assigned you a post."

Wu Feng nodded.

The young man in red took him into the palace. The hall was very spacious. Only an old man slept on his stomach and snored like thunder.

The red robed youth said to Wu Feng, "when he wakes up, you can find him."

Wu Feng nodded.

The young man in red didn't say much, but said to long Xinger, "come with me."

Long Xinger hesitated, looked at Wu Feng and said, "senior, I..."

Wu Feng smiled and said, "don't worry, he will arrange you."

When long Xinger heard the speech, he left with the young man in red robe.

Wu Feng looked at the two of them leaving, then took back his eyes and looked around. He secretly praised that here is a palace responsible for the duties of factotum disciples. The degree of luxury is no less than that of the elder Hall of Zhuyin sect.

A few hours later, the old man woke up. He listlessly raised his eyelids and said to Wu Feng, "are you a new factotum disciple?"

Wu Feng nodded honestly.

The old man said calmly, "how long have you been waiting?"

Wu Feng said, "I haven't calculated. It should be soon."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "in Huayang sect, factotum disciples have two duties, the first is to raise spiritual birds and the second is to plant herbs. Which do you like?"

"Grow herbs." Wu Feng didn't think about cableway.

The old man smiled and said, "growing herbs is a good job. Ordinary factotum disciples can't be assigned. However, for your sake of letting me sleep well, I'll recommend one to you."

Wu Feng was stunned and said, "thank you, master."

The old man took out a thin book from the drawer and said, "your name."

"Wu Feng."

"Age."

"Eighteen."

The old man outlined a few strokes on the book, then took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, wrote a few strokes on it, and folded the white paper into a paper crane.

Strangely, the paper crane was stacked and moved like a living creature and flew out of the hall.

"The East Gate fairy lacks a factotum disciple who grows spiritual grass. I've assigned you." the old man put down his book and said to Wu Feng, "I'll send you there later. When the East Gate fairy comes, she will teach you how to grow spiritual grass. The East Gate fairy is an inner gate disciple with incomparable strength and respect. You must not neglect it. Otherwise, you will be expelled from the school or killed on the spot!"

Wu Feng said in a low voice, "thank you for reminding me."

"Well, go." the old man waved.

Wu Feng said goodbye to him. When he came outside the hall, he saw a red robed Taoist boy waiting here and greeted him. He said, "Master Wu, let me take you to the spirit mountain of the fairy in the east gate and come with me." then he raised his hand and summoned a white paper boat.

Wu Feng saw that the boat was the same as the previous red robed youth. His eyes flashed. Without asking more, he directly sat in the boat.

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I don't know if it's true that my hand is disabled or how. It's very slow to write. The fairy world is a big stage. Today, I rearranged the outline. The first one came out at 4 a.m. and was very ashamed.