Chapter 710

The introduction test of new people has come to an end.

Some people return disappointed.

Some people choose their own satisfactory pulse system.

Wait for the next one, ten years later.

I don't know how many flowers wither and life withers.

And for the long road, this is just the beginning

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Xuantianzong.

Alchemy Pavilion.

Dong Chushan, who had just received a wave of disciples, hummed an unknown minor and walked leisurely towards the alchemy Pavilion, followed by a group of new people looking around.

They know that from today on, they will live in this mountain for a long time.

If the avenue is unobstructed, you may work hard for a few years or more and be promoted to an external disciple.

If it doesn't go well, you can only repair in this magnificent mountain for a lifetime until you die.

Want to leave?

There are no doors. If you step into the sect door, life is a sect man and death is a sect ghost.

Unless you are injured in the battle of zongmen and fall behind a certain root cause, you can go back to your hometown, or you have some relationship with your family. You can go back through the back door and inherit hundreds of millions of family assets in advance. Another way is to take advantage of the mission of zongmen and keep it secretly when you go down the mountain. However, this situation is more serious and belongs to deserters. Even if you are an ordinary little person, If you are an inner disciple, you will be chased and killed by the sect. Chen Bo, the patron saint of the he family, is the best example.

"Elder Dong."

When the two disciples at the door saw Uncle Chen, they immediately respectfully came forward to salute.

They are senior external disciples of alchemy Pavilion. They belong to the "Captain" level among external disciples and are specially responsible for controlling other external disciples.

The five major veins of xuantianzong, one side of each bureau, the mountain range and the attic in the mountain are prepared for external disciples, while the attic in the mountain is prepared for external disciples.

Although there is not enough oxygen on the mountain, it is nothing for practitioners at all. On the contrary, the aura on the mountain will be more abundant and the absorption speed will be faster.

It's not only Reiki, cultivation resources and secret scripts, but also a big gap. The elders of the sect are also more willing to instruct the disciples of the inner sect.

Of course, xuantianzong has two exceptions.

One is Tianji Pavilion, the other is alchemy Pavilion.

Tianji Pavilion is sparsely populated. It has been established for many years. There are only seven inner disciples, and there are more outer disciples, but no more than 100.

In addition, Tianji Pavilion focuses on practicing Fuxi eight trigrams and other secrets. It often watches celestial phenomena, meditates and sits in silence for several days. It can't be disturbed often. Therefore, Wu maokai spends most of his time wandering in the mountains.

As for the alchemy Pavilion, because Dong Chushan is old and has a bad memory, whether the inner door or the outer door, there is no difference in his eyes. Even he often confused the inner door with the outer door.

This also caused that although there were many disciples in the alchemy Pavilion, it was the most chaotic place in management.

"Yes."

Dong Chushan nodded and said to the two disciples, "do you have a good alchemy?"

"Yes, yes."

They nodded.

"These external disciples, you take them to assign rooms. I'll find a place to have a rest."

Dong Chushan yawned, turned and left.

He came to a small but chic house, pushed the house away, lay vaguely on the bed and was lifting the quilt

"Who?"

A hair blowing sound sounded.

A fat man, blowing hair, raised his foot in shock and anger and kicked Dong Chushan.

But Dong Chushan's thin body was like firewood. He was kicked out of bed.

The fat man jumped down, grabbed the old man's collar and was about to fight. He suddenly stared and said in shock: "Dong... Grandpa Dong?"

"You, you little rabbit, how dare you beat me? You, you..."

Dong Chushan was out of breath and suffered from asthma again.

The fat man was stunned and quickly reacted. He quickly picked up the old man and lay flat in bed. Then he took out the spray from him and sprayed it on the old man's nose.

Dong Chushan's breathing finally returned to normal, and his face was pale and more bloody.

"Grandpa Dong, why did you come to my room?"

Said the fat man.

"What? Is this your room?"

Dong Chushan was very surprised. "Then... Who are you?"

The fat man was speechless: "Grandpa Dong, don't you remember me again?"

"Fart, I have a good memory. Let me see... You are Tian Zhiyong, right?" the old man patted his thigh. "Ah Yong, I haven't seen you for a long time. You dead boy is fooling around behind your parents again. Can you be a little promising? Can't you study hard? You have to take such a road of no return."

“……”

Fat men can't laugh or cry.

The old man has a bad memory, even if he doesn't have a good memory. He likes to read some ghost and supernatural novels when he's free. He's still a third rate online author. His name is hell scholar. The book is called fierce building. He turned a few pages before and told the story of the man going to work in the hospital and then encountering all kinds of supernatural phenomena. He wrote well at the beginning. In the end, he became an immortal, It's very bullshit. The man's name is Tian Zhiyong, so the old man often calls himself this strange name.

"Grandpa Dong, I'm not Tian Zhiyong, I'm little fat Zhang Qi." the fat man sighed.

"Oh, Xiao Qi, you said earlier." Dong Chushan suddenly realized.

"You remember." the fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing in my room?" Dong Chushan said.

"I..."

"What are you doing in my room?"

"I..."

"Don't get out!"

"OK, OK, I'll roll. Can't I roll?"

The fat man slipped out of the door with a sad face.

In xuantianzong, no one can occupy the magpie's nest in his house.

Not even Zhang Yunxiang, his own grandfather and the head of the three elders.

But only Dong Chushan.

This old man with a bad memory and a very high generation in the clan, the fat man neither dare to be presumptuous nor presumptuous. He treats him as an old child and gives way to him everywhere.

The reason is not only the seniority of the elderly, but also something happened that year.

At that time, if it hadn't been for Dong Chushan and Zhang Qi's life, I'm afraid it would have been gone

The fat man who was "expelled" from the house has nothing to do. He plans to find muziqiu. Maybe he is lucky. She is playing the piano at this time.

Since the piano room was occupied by muziqiu, the fat man no longer stepped into it, but listened quietly at the door.

This time is no exception.

Before he reached the piano room, he heard a melodious sound of zither, like sweet spring water, slowly entering his ears.

The fat man was intoxicated and ready to get a small stool. He just sat down and listened quietly.

Suddenly, his face became gloomy.

Just because next to the piano room, there was a man in his early twenties, dressed in the outer door of the alchemy Pavilion, who was secretly hiding in front of the door and looking into the window.

At this moment, the fat man's eyes suddenly flashed endless anger, like a sword, looking at the young man who was about to be unlucky.

He raised one hand, two fingers together and raised the sky in a strange posture.

This is a special signal!

A gesture that can only be used when in danger!

Whoosh!

In an instant, three figures in black appeared in front of him.

"Young Lord, what can I do for you?"

The three men half knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

The fat man looked at the three jiedan period masters whose accomplishments could be included in the ranks of elite disciples of the inner door, and said coldly, "kill."

The three soon disappeared in place.

Disappeared with them.

And the unlucky man who peeked at muziqiu playing the zither.

His name is Cai Qing.

Among the new disciples, those with medium quality wood spirit pulse.

He knew that this was a forbidden area and was absolutely forbidden to break in at any time, but he came here with strong curiosity.

First, I saw a woman who was as surprised as heaven and man, playing the piano there.

Cai Qing was stunned.

He had never seen such a woman.

Not only good-looking, but also memorable, want to get.

At this moment, Cai Qing, who had planned to eat in the sect and wait for decades to die, suddenly gave birth to the idea of trying to practice hard, working hard, striving to advance to the inner sect disciple in a few years, and then marrying this woman

Unfortunately, as soon as the idea appeared, he was brought to a strange place by a great force.

"You... What do you want to do?"

Cai Qing saw the three men in black in front of him and said in horror.

"Even the little Lord's women dare to move crooked thoughts. Even if you have ten lives, you won't live enough."

One of the men in Black said coldly.

"The little Lord's woman? What, what do you mean?"

There was a bad feeling in Cai Qing's heart.

There's no time to think.

The next second, three terrible forces rolled directly on him.

No explosion, no blood cheap

Cai Qing, who managed to pass the five levels and cut six generals, successfully changed from an entry-level trial to a formal disciple, so vaguely turned into fragments and completely dissipated in the world

Now.

Outside the piano room.

The fat man closed his eyes, leaned against the wall and listened calmly to the girl's piano and singing.

"This small world belongs to me. No one wants to take it away..."

He muttered to himself and repeated.