Simultaneous travel: My sons all have the qualities of an emperor

Chapter 97: Fire Kirin? That glass chain is clearly wholesale!
Soon, on the eve of the Luotian Grand Ceremony, people from all walks of life and all different kinds of people came to the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Then, go to the ticket office and buy your ticket honestly.

No matter who is the leader of the extraordinary world, what masters, or what leaders of various factions, if they want to enter, they all have to buy a ticket for me!

The ticket seller has become numb. Damn, there are so many people here and he doesn't have any time to slack off. The money is official and it doesn't go into his pocket.

Gu Ming and his group also needed to buy tickets. Of course, it was Zhang Chulan who lined up and paid.

Zhang Chulan looked at the ticket in his hand with resentment: "Tickets are 260 per person, this is a robbery!"

Xu Si shrugged and said, "This is the front mountain. Most of it is managed by the Tourism Bureau. Even the Taoist priests of the Tianshi Mansion can only control a small part of it."

"More than that, look over there." Gu Ming pointed to the passage leading up the mountain, holding his stomach and laughing. He was so happy that he almost died.

However, I saw a Taoist priest in Taoist robes communicating with the staff of the scenic area with a red face.

"You fucking bastard, ***, ***, ***, I even had to buy a ticket to come in. This is my home. I've lived in Longhu Mountain since I was a child!"

"I just came down the mountain to buy some groceries, and you won't let me in, you idiot, you ****!"

"I've told you so many times, I forgot to bring my CD, idiot!!!"

"Dame, if you want to enter, please go to the ticket office and buy a ticket." The staff was impartial and unmoved.

The Taoist priest was furious after hearing this. In line with the Taoist principle of following one's heart, he directly extended his warmest and most sincere greetings to the staff member's family.

Finally, I had no choice but to buy the ticket. Then there was a pig-killing scream: "Tickets are 260, this is a robbery!"

Everyone around was laughing so hard that Zhang Chulan also looked at the Taoist priest with pity. It was so pitiful. He went down the mountain to buy some vegetables and ended up losing his home.

After a while, a claw slapped Zhang Chulan:
"It's not so bad. We had a similar situation in Wudang Mountain. A senior apprentice who had just returned from his travels was like this. What's even worse is that he had no money on him. He found a way to force his way in and ended up being sent to the police station. In the end, I had to bail him out."

"Wudang Sect's Wang Ye, greetings to all of you."

A handsome Taoist priest said with a smile.

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When you come to the scenic area, there are naturally some people selling various things.

For example, Feng Baobao was fooled by an eloquent old monk and bought a glass necklace made of the so-called ten thousand year old fire Qilin crystal for 998 yuan.

If Xu San hadn't kept a close eye on her, Feng Baobao might have bought a lot more junk.

Gu Ming also had an idea and sent a ray of magic power into the glass string.

Soon, the sound of a camera clicking was heard, and it turned out to be Zhang Zhiwei making a scissors hand gesture and taking photos with tourists.

Then the old Taoist priest looked at Gu Ming and his group with a sense of meaning. At this moment, the eyes of this number one man in the world who had been invincible for a hundred years became extremely solemn.

In the bustling Longhu Mountain, he only had Gu Ming in his eyes, and a very strange feeling rose in his heart.

Since he started practicing Taoism, no one has ever given him such a feeling, not even his master and the Daying Immortal Zuo Rutong, who is said to be close to an immortal, or even Wu Gensheng!
Zhang Zhiwei only felt that the person in front of him was like a god or an immortal, and his every move revealed an extraordinary aura, as if he was the only one in the world.

This is just like the immortals enshrined in temples!

"Old Taoist Priest, my name is Gu Ming, and this is my son Zhang Chulan. Chulan, call me Master." Gu Ming said with a smile, pulling Zhang Zhiwei's consciousness back to reality.

Zhang Chulan was very obedient and called him "Master".

Zhang Zhiwei was silent. He had never expected that his junior fellow student's son would become so fierce. Damn! What did this kid eat to grow up?

If the alien world, or those who practiced Taoism, spent their entire lives pursuing immortality, then Zhang Zhiwei was definitely the closest to immortality. However, the closer one got to immortality, the more one could sense the nearly insurmountable chasm. But Zhang Zhiwei was certain that Gu Ming, standing before him, was definitely superior to immortals.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei felt an inexplicable emotion rising in his heart. The original meaning of Luotian Dajiao was to worship the gods, but he didn't expect that this time it was real.

It really made Zhang Zhiwei feel honored.

"He wants to challenge me. Should I ask for the Sanwu Zhanxie Male and Female Divine Swords and the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal so that I can lose with dignity?"

Zhang Zhiwei thought silently, then said, "On the path of cultivation, those who are more accomplished come first. However, old man, please be so arrogant. How about we have a conversation as equals?"

Gu Ming smiled: "It should be so."

Zhang Chulan on the side was dumbfounded. This wasn't right. Grandpa and the old Taoist priest were of the same generation. Even his father was a junior in front of the old Taoist priest. How could they suddenly communicate as equals?

This is a bit messy.

Wang Ye's eyes narrowed. He had sensed Gu Ming's strangeness since he was on the road, but it was not that he could sense anything.

In fact, Gu Ming looks too young, completely out of the realm of mortal life, aging, sickness and death, like an immortal with eternal youth.

"Fellow Daoist, the Luotian Grand Ceremony is about to begin. Why don't you come with me to watch it?" Zhang Zhiwei invited.

"Okay, it's my honor." Gu Ming said with a chuckle, then left the younger generation behind while he and the old Taoist priest went ahead.

Zhang Zhiwei had a lot to say, such as to give some face to the Tianshi Mansion and forget about the fight, and so on.

But this guy has to have some shame and can't bring himself to talk to a junior like that.

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The Luotian Grand Ceremony began soon. The final rules of the competition were that four people would form a group and the winner would advance.

The first to appear is Feng Baobao, who, just like in the original novel, fights against the trio from Tianjin Wei Xiaotaoyuan.

At the beginning, these three people were very proud. They originally just came to Longhu Mountain to join in the fun and have a round of tour.

As a result, the draw picked out the trio of them. Three against one, the advantage was in my hands. How could they not advance?
But after seeing Feng Baobao, the expressions of these three people changed. Thinking of the love education they received from Feng Baobao and Xu Si last year, they instinctively became timid.

The presiding Taoist priest was impatient: "Are you guys still going to fight?"

The trio's expressions changed. Asking them to beat Feng Baobao was like asking an old man to eat arsenic. Didn't he want to die?!

"My sister is me, can I do it?"

"Yeah, you old bastard, why don't you come down and practice with me."

This dramatic scene made Gu Ming laugh out loud. As the saying goes, everything is based on what you like in your heart. Gu Ming doesn't care about other people's opinions, except when he is pretending to be cool.

The trio looked at Gu Ming eagerly, searching for laughter: "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you laugh at the three of us?!"

This time, Gu Ming stopped smiling and silently moved the glass string around Feng Baobao's neck.

Fiery red light overflowed from the glass string and condensed into an extremely handsome Qilin in the air. It stepped on a flaming cloud and pounced towards the trio, scaring them to death.

This bizarre scene won cheers from countless people in the audience, except for an old monk who looked as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

"That's not right. I clearly bought this glass necklace at the wholesale market. Could it be that I came across the real thing?!"

The old monk gasped at the thought. He had sold a magical instrument with infinite power for just 998?!
"It hurts, it hurts so much!!!"

(End of this chapter)