There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 274
Tianbei World, in front of the gate.

Yan Qingkong didn't feel anything when he heard "Dragon Six", but he was stunned when he heard "Baxia", and looked at the strong man curiously.

In ancient myths and legends, Baxia is the sixth son of the nine sons of the dragon, who looks like a turtle and likes to bear weight.It always strives forward with its head held high, its four feet are tenaciously propped up, and it works hard to move forward, and it never stops...

It is a symbol of longevity and auspiciousness.

However, I don't know if this "Baxia" just happens to have the same name or homonym?
"Have you heard my name?"

At this time, the strong man was a little surprised. The young man in front of him had never even heard of the emperor, but he had heard of his own name?

In fact, it's not that Yan Qingkong has never heard of the Emperor, but that he has never heard of the establishment of the Heavenly Court.

In myths and legends, the Heavenly Court was established by the Emperor of Heaven...

"The sixth son of the nine sons born to the dragon, Baxia?" Yan Qingkong asked hesitantly.

The strong man nodded, unexpectedly the examiner really knew himself, he was indeed the sixth of the nine sons of Longsheng.

Yan Qingkong was a little shocked, did the dragon really have nine sons?
However, this is just a one-sided statement of the strong man, who knows if it is true or not?Even if he saw Benxiu of "Baxia", he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

It shouldn't be difficult for an existence like a strong man to become a "tyrant", right?

However, it is estimated that the strong man is a bully. Whether he is "tyrant" is not very important. What he needs now is to figure out where this is.

"Excuse me, Senior Long, what is this place?" Yan Qingkong asked.

"You can think of it as the world of Tianbei." The strong man smiled and said, the talent of this young man is comparable to that of the emperor, so he values ​​Yan Qingkong very much.

"Sky Monument World?"

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Qingkong realized that the stele outside was called Tianbei, and then asked: "Senior Long, what did you mean when you said 'you are the guardian of the Wumen'?"

"It means literally."

At this time, the strong man smiled and said, seeing Yan Qingkong was a little confused, and said, "You can regard the Wumen as the birthplace of witchcraft, and all witchcraft and skills are spread from here..."

Yan Qingkong was a little surprised, it seems that Wumen is not as simple as imagined.

"My Wumen accepts disciples once for one yuan, and only accepts one student at a time. You happen to be the first generation of disciples of Wumen." The strong man said.

"Senior Long, how many years is the one yuan you mentioned?"

Yan Qingkong asked curiously, there seemed to be three algorithms for the unit of time in yuan.

"12 years." The strong man said, and then explained, "This is a relatively common algorithm in the heavens and myriad worlds."

Yan Qingkong gasped, frightened by such a long time
One yuan equals 12 years?
This witch sect only accepts disciples once in 12 years?What is the average lifespan of the disciples in the sect?
Somewhat scary.

Moreover, the strong man said that he happened to be the hundredth generation disciple.

Does this mean that the Wumen has been passed down for at least 1000 to [-] million years?
Yan Qingkong was a little skeptical, was the strong man joking? Even the gods in his impression might not have such a long life...

"Senior Long, behind the door is the Wumen?"

Yan Qingkong looked behind the door, but only saw a gray mist, and did not see the sect in his imagination.

"That's right." The brawny man smiled.

"Well, what do you mean?" Yan Qingkong froze for a moment.

"Actually, there is nothing behind the sect, and the Wumen is not a sect with a place in the world, it does not need this form." The strong man explained, "As long as you pass the examination and get the mark of the witch, you are a disciple of the Wumen. "

Yan Qingkong was slightly surprised.

"However, you can also take the world of Tianbei, as for the 'Wusang Mountain', as the location of the sect of the Wumen..."

"Wusang mountain?"

"It's three mountains, four ridges and five mountains."

Yan Qingkong was slightly taken aback, a sect that has been passed down for so long, should it be so simple?There is nothing.

Then he asked curiously: "Senior Long, what about the other members of the Wumen?"

"You've basically seen them all." The strong man sighed.

"Have you seen it?"

Yan Qingkong frowned, and said, "No? Could it be those teenagers under the Tianbei?"

"The youths under the stele are not counted, they are just some inheritance youths selected by 'Wusang Dashan'." The strong man shook his head, looked at the stele in the sea, and said: "Your senior brother, they are them."

Yan Qingkong followed his gaze, a little puzzled.

"Actually, these steles are all your senior brothers. The body of the stele condensed after death can be regarded as a tombstone." The strong man said lightly.

"tombstone?"

Yan Qingkong was startled, and suddenly understood, no wonder the stone tablet gave people the feeling of a tombstone.

At this time, he was horrified in his heart, looked at the strong man and said, "They...all, all..."

"Your senior brother basically died in battle."

The burly man was silent for a while, with some sadness in his eyes, "The remaining few, wounded, imprisoned, disappeared..."

Yan Qingkong didn't know what to say for a while.

Not long after, the strong man looked at Yan Qingkong and said, "By the way, I don't know your name yet. What's your name?"

"Yan Qingkong."

"Well, it's a good name."

The strong man nodded, and wrote down his name seriously. He was very optimistic about Yan Qingkong, and said: "Qingkong, you are now the hundredth generation disciple of the Wumen, everything is in the mark of the witch, and you will understand in the future .”

At this time, Yan Qingkong sensed the "Mark of the Witch" in his soul, which was quite mysterious and gave off an obscure aura.

However, he didn't sense any exercises or anything like that.

"Senior Long, may I ask the ones in the sea..."

Yan Qingkong suddenly remembered, pointing to a giant beast that suddenly appeared in the sea and said.

"These are ferocious beasts from the prehistoric era. They were imprisoned here because they harmed the world. Let's see if they can be used by our Wumen. It's a pity..."

The strong man shook his head, but the effect was not very obvious.

"What level of existence is this?" Yan Qingkong asked hesitantly, "By the way, Senior Long, what is the realm of cultivation?"

"These are beasts at the level of a great witch."

The brawny man smiled and said, "It is more common to say that it is the level of the Great Emperor." Then, he frowned and asked, "Qingkong, is there no practice in the world you live in?"

Because Yan Qingkong didn't even understand the most basic practice, which surprised the strong man.

Practice in the desert world?

"No, the whole world is full of ordinary people." Yan Qingkong said, "However, in ancient times there was a saying of cultivation..."

"Generally speaking, no matter which system of practice, there are three doors to practice, and the more common saying is the door of true life, the door of supernatural powers, and the door of immortality."

At this time, the strong man saw that Yan Qingkong didn't understand anything, so he simply acted as a teacher.

On the "Wusang Mountain", only the two of them are left in the entire Wumen. If he, the guardian, is not the teacher, who will be the teacher?

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(End of this chapter)