Taoist Huang Ting

Looking at Haifeng.

On the top of the mountain, two young men were looking at the cloud platform below with their hands behind their backs.

One of them, with delicate features and frowning eyebrows, sighed in a long voice, "There are countless geniuses in the four places, and most of them have been trapped in Taoshan, Tianshan, Beihai, and Xueling. I look at the sea peak to the north, to the middle land, and to the southern border below. But I couldn’t find a few good seeds, it’s really——”

Qin Fan looked at the more than ten disciples on the cloud platform and couldn't help but shake his head.

Between the world.

There is so much barren land.

Cultivation resources are difficult to satisfy even for one's own practice, so there are not many to give to disciples. There is no panacea to increase the power of Taoism. Relying on self-cultivation, most ordinary people with mediocre or even slightly qualified qualifications will hardly achieve success even if they are admitted to the sect. It is just a waste of energy and resources.

Yes.

No matter what sect or sect, as long as you have some knowledge, you should keep your eyes open when recruiting disciples. If you are not a genius, unless you have a considerable background, you will never be admitted.

The same is true for Wanghaifeng.

But with various factions competing for it, how many can Wanghaifeng grab?

Not to mention that the Dasheng Gate is right in front of the gate, facing each other tit for tat with Wanghaifeng, making it difficult for the Palm Prison Immortal Sect to develop.

The two Yuanshen elders in the sect, together with a few disciples in the late stage of Qi training, often go down the mountain to search for qualified mortals in southern Xinjiang and the Middle Earth, and extradite them to the mountain.

But it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Over the years, Wanghaifeng has seen many replacements, with many going down the mountain. In the end, including the two Yuan Shen elders, there were less than twenty official disciples left.

As the True Immortal Patriarch, no wonder Qin Fan is worried.

Unfortunately.

Although he was a true immortal and lived a long life, many calamities hung over his head like sharp swords. Qin Fan had to spend a lot of time on his own cultivation and travel around in search of treasures.

Either refining medicine to increase mana, or refining treasures to cope with disaster.

Not a moment to spare.

Regarding the management of Shanmen, I am really helpless.

In fact.

The secular affairs and training of each sect are also in charge of the elders of Yuanshen and even the disciples in the late stage of Qi training. The True Immortal Patriarch often lives in seclusion in the mountains, or is free from the world. He only grasps the macro direction and does not pay much attention to the details.

"In recent years, Dasheng Sect has become more and more prosperous and arrogant. The year before last, another disciple of Wanghai Peak who was expected to become a Yuanshen was taken away from me. Recently, I have been in frequent contact with disciples of the sect. Even Dahai and Zhang Shu Everyone is trying to win over them."

The more Qin Fan talked, the angrier he became, and he said bitterly, "I won't leave when I return to the mountain this time. I must train these boys to have a fight with the Dasheng Sect!"

Standing next to Qin Fan was a young man with white hair in a bun and a breezy face, like a fairy from the outside world.

This person is none other than Zhang Yang, who has been trapped in the small and weak water realm for thirty-seven thousand years.

After tens of thousands of years of experience and ups and downs, he has developed the demeanor of a master.

As soon as you see it, you will be heartbroken.

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Hearing this, Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "With your current magic power, the thunder disaster will definitely come in as little as ten years or as many as twenty or thirty years. During this period, it is better to practice quietly. As a teacher, I will go out this time in the East China Sea. On the shore, I snatched a piece of red jade from the hands of the 'Jiu Sword Immortal', one of the Three Immortals of Taoshan. You can refine it into a magic sword and survive the thunder disaster, which will increase your chances of winning."

As he spoke, he took out a shimmering piece of red jade from his sleeve.

At a glance, you can tell it's extraordinary.

"Disciples don't dare!"

Qin Fan shook his head repeatedly.

This red jade is an excellent material for refining flying swords, and even true immortals are hard to find. The master said it was easy, but what kind of person is that ‘Jiu Sword Immortal’?

Among all the true immortals, they are the most outstanding beings. It is said that they have already overcome the 'three disasters and nine disasters' and have entered the 'ten calamities' level.

Qin Fan did not dare to accept the treasures that his master had snatched from such people.

"This red jade is also beneficial to Master's 'Golden Ring'. Disciple's 'Tianshu Sword' can handle a mere thunder disaster." Qin Fan smiled at Zhang Yang.

"Three disasters are dangerous, don't be careless."

Zhang Yang said with a solemn expression, "Although the red jade is good, the 'Golden Ring' has been through three disasters and nine disasters with me as a master, so it has long been out of use."

Seeing his master's expression change, Qin Fan didn't dare to refuse anymore and quickly accepted it, feeling warm in his heart.

In front of the avenue.

Even if they are masters and disciples, I am afraid it will be difficult for anyone to be able to do this as a master.

The five brothers who joined his master after him successively had limited qualifications, and even though the master taught them carefully, they still stopped at the realm of the soul.

When five hundred years are up, everything will be ashes.

Since the first senior brother died of old age, the master has never accepted a disciple.

Thinking about it, it is unbearable to bear the pain of separation between life and death.

Zhang Yang didn't know what his disciple was thinking, so when he saw that he had collected the red jade, he warned him again, "I will practice in the mountains these days and don't go down the mountain."

"Yes, Master."

Qin Fan nodded in agreement, remained silent for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen down the mountain?"

This was the first time Qin Fan had seen his master take matters so seriously.

He also had some confusion in his heart——

With his current Taoism, as long as he doesn't face people like Momoyama's "Three Immortals and Three Elders", he won't be able to defeat him, but it won't be difficult to escape.

With such strength, he has to stay away from the mountain gate. What kind of big event must have happened at the foot of the mountain?

Zhang Yang did not hide anything and said, "It's an old grudge between Xiongshi Ridge and Taoshan in southern Xinjiang. Several ancestors in Xiongshi Ridge have been working together recently. The Taoshan side has also contacted the Yulong Sect of Tianshan, Beihai Langhuan Tianfu and Xue Shan. There are many famous figures in the righteous path, including Lingda Sumeru Mountain, and sooner or later there will be a big battle between the two sides."

It turns out to be a feud between Xiongshiling and Mooshan.

Qin Fan understood immediately.

Xiongshiling had fought with Mooshan more than once.

Every time there was a fight, blood would flow like a river, and most of the famous figures at the true immortal level would perish.

It is difficult to explain the grievances and grievances clearly in one or two sentences.

When Qin Fan became a real immortal and walked in the world, he heard a few friends say it, and he also saw the fierce scenes in Xiongshi Ridge and Taoshan.

I can understand Master's thoughts.

While thinking about it, Qin Fan suddenly remembered what a true immortal friend from southern Xinjiang had said. He raised his head and looked at the master who was looking at the Middle Earth, his eyes shining brightly, "The last battle between Xiongshi Ridge and Taoshan was in More than three thousand years ago, I heard that the teacher was also involved in killing three real immortals in Taoshan in one fell swoop, and his thunderous methods shocked the world."

Three thousand years ago, it was too far away.

Many true immortals today have never experienced that era. For example, Qin Fan, although he became a true immortal, he is still only over 1,700 years old.

Most of the things that happened more than 3,000 years ago were mentioned by the elders or heard from hearsay.

Qin Fan's good friend was the famous Zhang Yang whom he heard from his master. When he mentioned it in front of Qin Fan, he always had the intention of verifying the authenticity.

It's a pity that Zhang Yang never mentioned the past with Qin Fan.

This time they talked about the old grudge between Xiongshiling and Taoshan, and Qin Fan took the opportunity to ask.

"Being entrusted by others is not worth mentioning."

really.

Zhang Yang didn't want to talk more, so he just said it in one sentence.

After hearing this, Qin Fan wanted to ask his master if he would take action this time, but he saw his master looking north in a daze and did not dare to disturb him.

Right now.

Qin Fan only saw a young Taoist coming from the mist of the cloud platform below.

The Taoist walks.

The clouds and mist seemed to have spirits, parting the way for him.

Inadvertently, we have reached the top of the mountain.

When Qin Fan saw him, he glanced at the master's expression and saw that the master frowned slightly. He didn't look kind, and he obviously didn't recognize this person.

"How dare you trespass!"

Qin Fan was immediately shocked and angry. He immediately took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice, "Who is coming? How dare you break into my Wanghai Peak?!"

One word.

The sound exploded, stirring up the storm.

Don't pass the door sticker.

No one is allowed to express their opinions.

This is extremely rude and is really an uninvited guest.

Clang!

A flying sword came out of nowhere and landed in Qin Fan's hand, and he glared at the young Taoist.

Although the Palm Prison Immortal Sect is weak, it is the master's hard work after all, and Wanghai Peak is the location of the master's Taoist temple. How can others be allowed to come and go at will?

The Taoist didn't reply.

He didn't even look at him, only looked at Zhang Yang.

Qin Fan became even more angry, holding the sword formula with his hand, and shouted, "Good Taoist! Look at the sword!"

A sword came out.

He is going to kill the Taoist.

"Wait a minute and do it."

But he only heard a voice of surprise and uncertainty in his ears. Qin Fan held down the flying sword and turned his head to look. He saw a slight frown on his master's face. At some point, his expression changed slightly, as if he was a little suspicious. I can't believe it.

But gradually, joy appeared on his face.

Surprised and delighted.

Qin Fan was stunned when he saw it.

Before he could react, he saw that the young Taoist priest had already arrived.

Qin Fan was on guard and stood in front of his master, but there was a 'pop' sound from behind him.

"Master."

Qin Fan turned his head and looked dumbfounded.

I saw Zhang Yang kneeling on the ground, his face full of surprise and joy, and he kowtowed heavily to the young Taoist, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net tremblingly said——

"Disciple Zhang Yang, meet the teacher!"

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Looking at Haifeng.

Zhengxin Palace.

Qin Fan sat upright, secretly looking at the young Taoist priest, and then at the master. He felt like there was a mess in his mind, and he couldn't help but ask himself -

"Where did the master come from?"

"Did I use my sword against Master just now?"

"Will master blame me?"

"Will Master blame me?"

Qin Fan kept asking questions in his mind.

He also saw the master's joy and excitement that he had never experienced before. Although he tried his best to suppress it, Qin Fan could still feel it clearly.

He had followed Zhang Yang for more than a thousand years. Except for seeing a bit of sadness on his master's face when a few of his senior brothers passed away, at other times, his master looked calm and calm.

Nothing seemed to tug at his heartstrings.

But this time——

"This tea is picked from a thousand-year-old fairy tea tree planted on the top of Xiongshi Ridge in southern Xinjiang. It is fried by Su Lao of Xiongshi Ridge using an eighth-level fairy cauldron. The tea has a rich aroma. Please taste it, teacher."

Zhang Yang didn't like the tea ceremony, so he dug out the most expensive tea leaves from the corners, brewed them and served them to the teacher.

Lu Qingfeng took it and took a sip, "It's really good tea."

"As long as the teacher likes it."

When Zhang Yang heard this, he immediately laughed.

The so-called 'three great joys in life' are 'meeting an old friend in a foreign land'.

But in this small and weak water world, where he had neither the world nor the earth, he unexpectedly met his mentor, and Zhang Yang felt endless joy in his heart. Rao has a cold temperament and is calm about everything, but he is a little confused at the moment.

Lu Qingfeng looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang lowered his head, as if listening respectfully.

"No need to be formal."

"Master and apprentice, you and I haven't seen each other for many years, please relax."

Seeing that Zhang Yang was tense, Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but smile and asked Zhang Yang to sit down.