Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Baiyunmen, in the forbidden area.

Cheng Buzheng looked anxiously at the expressionless Zhong Patriarch.

At this moment, he felt more and more uneasy!

But it's about fairyland!

At this moment, don't allow him to take a step back!

Now we can only wait for the ancestor's decision.

Lean less.

Patriarch Zhong, who was sitting on the seat, glanced at Cheng Buzheng indifferently, and did not answer immediately, but asked instead:

"Have you reported to the Supervisory Hall?"

"No!" Cheng Buzheng said seriously:

"Without the approval of the ancestor, how dare the disciple join in privately!"

"Really?" The ancestor Zhong squinted his eyes, looked at Cheng Buzheng with a half-smile, and said lightly:

"Then what if the old man disagrees!"

No, no way!

The old scumbag won't want to cut off the fairy road of labor and capital!

After all, it is also of great benefit to the sect for labor and capital to join the Supervisory Hall!

The old scumbag Zhong can't be so unwise!

Although Cheng Buzheng wished to slap Zhong to death, he still said with a straight face:

"Disciple, life is a member of the sect, and death is the ghost of the sect!"

"Naturally follow the arrangement of the sect."

"Okay!" Patriarch Zhong took a deep look at Cheng Buzheng and said:

"This sentence, the old man wrote it down!"

"After this Golden Elixir Banquet, you can go to the Supervisory Hall to report!"

Obviously, he also understands the benefits of this to the sect, and clearly knows how rare this opportunity is.

Ordinary sect cultivators don't have this opportunity at all. It is an opportunity only for top sect cultivators. It can be seen that the background of this kid's friends is so great. How could he give up this god-given opportunity!

the other side.

Cheng Buzheng was overjoyed when he heard this, but he didn't show a trace of joy, instead he said with gratitude:

"Thank you, Patriarch, for fulfilling everything!"

Patriarch Zhong smiled and said:

"Okay, let's go!"

"correct!"

"Later, you will go to the head of the sect to have a look. In recent years, there have been many good seedlings in the sect."

"yes!"

Immediately, Cheng Buzheng bowed and clasped his fists in salute, then turned and walked outside.

Grandfather Zhong, who was sitting on the chair, looked at Cheng Buzheng's leaving back, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

In a flash, he disappeared into the hall.

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Cheng Buzheng came out of the cave and let out a soft sigh!

It's really depressing to get along with the Nascent Soul cultivator!

That is the oppression brought by high-dimensional life to low-dimensional life, which is very uncomfortable.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng took a step forward, soared into the sky, and flew towards the White Cloud Palace.

At the head of the house, at least a cutscene must be made!

After all, the old scumbag is the master of the sect, even if he said something casually, he must live on the surface.

After leaving the White Cloud Palace, Cheng Buzheng began to wander around the sect.

Along the way, looking at the familiar palace and palace, although it feels familiar, there is a feeling that things are different.

Almost a hundred years in a hurry!

Many fellow disciples in the past are either old and old, or have turned into loess!

However, those who are still alive and know each other are even fewer.

A large part of them have already left the sect and returned to their hometown to spend their old age, and there are even fewer in the sect.

Or, they are used to the sect, or there are no descendants in the family...

That's why they, these monks didn't leave.

Cheng Buzheng sighed while walking.

"The way of immortality is not easy!"

at this time!

At the entrance and exit of the White Cloud Gate, a gap appeared.

A ray of spiritual light rushed into the formation.

Within the aura, there are two figures, an old woman and a young girl.

Looking at the girl's figure and appearance, she seems to be about thirteen years old, and her pink face is full of joy and cheerfulness.

"Grandma, look how big that mountain is!"

The girl in the white dress raised her jade arm, pointed to Baiyun Peak in the distance, and said to the silver-haired old woman beside her.

Like a bird out of its cage, it chirps non-stop!

The old woman beside the girl, wearing the robes of the outer disciples of the Baiyun Sect, stretched out her wrinkled palms, stroked the little girl's head and said:

"Xiaoyu, that is the main peak of this sect, Baiyun Peak!"

"It is rumored that the patriarch of this sect is retreating in the forbidden area of ​​this peak! That is not something we can set foot on."

"Grandma, you underestimate people!"

The girl clenched her fists, her small face was dissatisfied and she said:

"Yu'er has dual spiritual roots, and I will definitely be able to meet the ancestor in the future."

heard the words.

The old woman with a consoling heart, with a kind smile on her face, said:

"Well! Grandma believes in you!"

"Wait a minute, let's go to Xianquan Peak, Xianfan Palace, and register you! Only in this way can you become a sect cultivator."

The girl's eyes were full of novelty, looking at the spiritual mountains outside the transparent light curtain, and said:

"Grandma, are you here?"

"Which one is Xianquan Peak!"

While speaking, it seemed that she was very eager to become a monk of the Zongmen, which showed that the old woman had done a lot of hard work on weekdays.

"It's here!" The old woman pointed to the spiritual mountain below, her eyes filled with nostalgia, and said:

"Coming!"

"Look at that one."

The girl looked in the direction of the old woman's finger, only to see a monk with a handsome face, wandering around!

Cheng Buzheng, who was wandering around, had already noticed the aura and didn't care.

The aura dissipated!

An old woman and a young girl were revealed.

"Grandma, that little brother is so handsome!"

The girl looked at Cheng Buzheng who was walking carelessly, and whispered to the old woman beside her.

The appearance of this immortal is completely in line with the image of the demon-slaying immortal in the rumors in her mind.

The old woman's complexion became serious, and she no longer had the kindness before, and said sternly:

"Yu'er, have you forgotten the prudence I taught you?"

"It's not as apologetic as senior!"

But the eyes and ears of monks are so clever!

Not to mention, a Golden Core cultivator.

The cheerful and clear voice in front of him came to his ears clearly, and he didn't care about it.

The old woman brought the young girl to Cheng Buzheng. Seeing Cheng Buzheng, she felt very familiar, and said immediately:

"You are Uncle Cheng!"

Cheng Buzheng nodded with a smile, and looked at the old woman in front of him, feeling strange yet familiar!

Immediately, scenes of portraits appeared in his mind, and suddenly a figure of a young and beautiful girl paused in his heart.

This old woman was none other than Tong Yao, the same sect he was familiar with back then.

Unexpectedly, dozens of years have passed, and the lively and lovely girl in the past has become a gray-haired old woman who is about to die.

Judging by the decline of his qi and blood, the deadline is almost in the past few years.

suddenly.

After Tong Yao sensed that extremely strong coercion, she was even more horrified.

Her complexion changed, she bowed and clasped her fists and said:

"Junior Tong Yao, pay homage to Master Uncle!"

"This is the granddaughter of the younger generation, Yu'er quickly salutes the uncle."

The old woman shouted sharply, for fear that her granddaughter would bump into her uncle.

Immediately.

The girl bowed to Cheng Buzheng in aggrieved manner.

Seeing Tong Yao's unusually respectful and uneasy expression, Cheng Buzheng sighed in his heart!

He knew that the approachable Tong Yao disappeared, only the deep sense of fear.

"Can not go back!"

It's not that he has changed, nor is it that Tong Yao has changed!

Rather, the status of the two has undergone earth-shaking changes.

This is also the result of today.

Cheng Buzheng, who was not in the mood for shopping, nodded towards Tong Yao, and disappeared in a stream of light.