Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1175
Fights in the world of cultivating immortals are too common. Where there are people, there will be grievances. Even if there are no grievances, there will be disputes because of interests.

"What's wrong?" Liu Qinghuan asked.

Yan Zhengfeng showed worry, and said: "I suspect that there are remnants of the Ten Thousand Dendrobium Demon Sect secretly targeting the disciples I sent out to practice."

Liu Qinghuan raised her eyes, pondered for a moment and said, "Is there any solid evidence?"

Yan Zhengfeng frowned even tighter: "Not yet. However, I have asked the injured disciples in detail, and I have also seen the corpses sent back by the murdered disciples. The wounds all have the characteristics of magic cultivators."

After the two sects of Yin Yang and Futu tried to occupy Yunmengze and failed, because of Liu Qinghuan's tough tactics and the prestige of Banshan Academy to exert pressure, the two demon sects finally became the target of public criticism. The remnants of the forces were also quickly divided by the various factions of Wanhu, and the disciples also fled in a panic.

The demon cultivators of these two sects must now hate him and Wenshipai to the bone!
Liu Qinghuan lowered her eyes to hide the coldness in her eyes, and said lightly: "Then go and investigate, and investigate clearly. The so-called teacher is famous, and I have evidence, so I can talk to someone."

Yan Zhengfeng hurriedly replied "Yes": "The door has ordered the disciples to reduce their trips to Wanhu in the near future. Even if they go out, it is best to hide their identities or stay with others."

Liu Qinghuan nodded, and asked again: "When I came back, I saw that the atmosphere in the sect was lively, and all the disciples looked very happy, but what's the good news?"

"Tai Zun forgot, this year is the first time for our various sects in Yunmengze to recruit new disciples on a large scale after the catastrophe."

Speaking of this, Yan Zhengfeng finally had a smile on his face: "A few days ago, Elder Lin, who was in charge of this matter in Eagle's Nest City, came back with a message. The number of recruits who have reached the entrance standard is about [-]% higher than the last ten-year recruitment before the catastrophe, and there are many good seedlings among them. So after the disciples in the sect got the news, they were very happy about it."

I see.The inheritance of a sect is the top priority. If it wants to survive for a long time, not only must there be great monks to support the sect, but also new blood must be continuously added.

However, a few years ago, the mortals in Yunmengze also suffered from the catastrophe. From the Wenshi faction in the east to the Shaoyang faction in the west, many prosperous mortal cities gathered along the way, but they were destroyed by the demons passing by. Xiu wantonly killed and destroyed a lot.

Liu Qinghuan became interested, asked in detail, and said gratifiedly: "It's so good, and it's not in vain that we have devoted ourselves to restoring the world's recuperation all these years. Although it is easier for the Xiuxian family to give birth to children with spiritual roots, the base number is too small. All mortals are the true foundation of the world of cultivating immortals."

"Yes!" Yan Zhengfeng sighed, thought for a while, and asked with a bow: "Master, the new disciple's initiation ceremony will be held in about half a month. Look, do you want to preside over it yourself?"

Liu Qinghuan was a little emotional for a while, and said: "Since it is the first time to open the mountain gate after the catastrophe, and I happen to be inside the gate, it would be nice to meet the children."

Yan Zhengfeng was overjoyed, he obviously didn't expect him to agree, and quickly said: "Disciple, make arrangements now!"

He left excitedly, Liu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing, and went back to the backyard to tell Mu Yinyin the news.

Mu Yinyin thought for a while, and took out the communication talisman: "Since that's the case, I will postpone my departure for a few days, and stay to watch the new disciples get started before leaving."

In the next few days, the atmosphere within the Wenshi Sect became more and more lively, and the entire sect attached great importance to this event, and the news that he would attend the initiation ceremony spread like wildfire, causing a sensation among the disciples, and many disciples outside rushed to back to catch up.

Qingjian Peak was a little quieter, and Liu Qinghuan was able to accompany Mu Yinyin well, but it was just beside the mountain stream, under the wind and moon, the days were plain and warm.

During this period, he took time to visit Songxi Tu. Under the care of Chu Yi and Xiao Hei, there was nothing to worry about in the cave. What he wanted to see were the two immortal seeds he had planted earlier.

One has begun to take the shape of a bamboo, and the bamboo body is as thin as a thumb's thickness and has grown to the second section. The branches and leaves are as green as a sword, and the momentum is natural.

"Master, what kind of fairy bamboo is this?" Chuyi asked curiously.

Liu Qinghuan stared for a while, and said helplessly: "I don't know. Your master doesn't know everything in the world. At present, I can only confirm that among the thousands of bamboo species in the mortal world, it does not belong to any one."

As for the other amethyst-like fairy, it was born mysteriously and was always covered by a dense mass of purple awns, and only two thick spar-like leaves could be vaguely seen.

Liu Qinghuan went to the top of Daqing Mountain again, and saw that the Hunyuan Lotus had already bloomed a round of sapphire-like petals, and it was growing quite well.Surprisingly and pleasantly, he once threw a shriveled immortal seed by the Hunyuan lotus pond before, and now it seems to have a little vitality.

Liu Qinghuan showed the picture in satisfaction, and decided to go back and focus on collecting information about Xianzhi, otherwise he would be a little aggrieved if he didn't recognize the treasure now that he had nothing.

Time flies, and soon it is time to hold an induction ceremony for new disciples.

On that day, Immortal Peak was crowded with people, all the disciples of Wenshi Sect gathered here, but no one made any noise, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and the testimonies were as if.

Liu Qinghuan stood in front of the Hall of Supreme One with her hands behind her back, and behind her stood various elders, peak masters of various peaks, etc. She scanned the crowd, only to find that there were only one out of ten familiar faces.

Dayan retreated, Yun Yi did not return, and Kong Wu stayed at the boundary bridge from Yunmengze to the world of ten thousand dendrobium, and his apprentice Jiang Nianen also traveled and never returned.

There are also many people who have turned into handfuls of loess, or their cultivation has stagnated and their lifespan has been exhausted, or they have died somewhere, or they have died in battle with the ill-fated Yunmengze...

And after seeing Ji Yue whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, but then he thought of his master Ming Yangzi, and his elder brother Zuo Zhishan who had passed away long ago, and couldn't help feeling sad.

The brothers and sisters met each other, but they were speechless for a while.

There are four masters and apprentices, and now there are only two of them left.This avenue, after all, the further you go, the more lonely you are like snow...

Fortunately for him, Mu Yinyin was always by his side and never left him.And when I saw those new disciples who were still young, like timid and curious little turtledoves queuing up from the side hall, I felt a little relieved.

He thought of the scene when he first joined the Wenshi School many years ago. At that time, he was also at the same age, led by Ming Yangzi, full of anticipation and longing for the career of cultivating immortals.

The loud bell rang, interrupting Liu Qinghuan's thoughts. He lowered his eyebrows, put away all the emotions in his heart, adjusted his clothes again, turned and walked into the Hall of Supreme Oneness.

Worshiping the ancestors, reciting sacrificial texts, and going up to the stage to worship the heavens, every step is the same as that time, except that the person he listened to from the audience became the person who taught on the stage.

And time has slipped by for more than 600 years.

The azure aura flows down from the high platform offering sacrifices to the sky like a loose cloud, passing over the dedicated and pious disciples, the halls and halls engraved with the traces of time, and the green phoenix trees all over the mountain.

At this moment, the vegetation is flourishing, people's hearts are calm, Taoism flows naturally, and the world is vast and boundless.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, and walked down the high platform amidst the joy of all the disciples exclaiming their cultivation breakthrough and growth.

……

"Brother, do you dare to get drunk?"

Ji Yue raised his hand to catch the thrown wine jar, covered a corner of the mud seal and smelled it, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)