In other people's stories.

There is always a cute, natural and cute, smart and weird, beautiful, or... a little, teacher, or girl.

Li Changan is different.

He has a junior brother who is so stupid that he is so cute that he is so cute that he is everyday.

After he spent two days to fry the multi-function stove, Gongsun Tuo, a fool, broke up the homemade small 'quarrying machine' he had spent five days to make.

Li Changan sat on a bamboo chair at the foot of the back mountain of the bamboo house, raising his hand to hold his forehead.

"Xiaodao... Master, Senior Brother!"

Hantuo held a hand in his hand that he could not understand. A pink and white face that he was used to being pampered, was charred at this time; the end of the long hair, which was half dispersed, was burned to the point of burning.

"My trigeminal nerve hurts so much!" Li Changan rubbed his temples, feeling that his head might be about to explode.

"Senior brother, Taku, Taku didn't mean it!"

Li Changan sighed, glanced at the honest and aggrieved fool, jumped up from the bamboo chair, and waved impatiently.

"Oh, forget it, just make another one. Go to the lake to wash your face. Master will stop saying I'm bullying you later."

Hantuo nodded obediently and ran to the lake with a skeleton of black smoke.

"It looks so beautiful and useful for birds. It's really..."

Li Changan muttered and walked to the side of the "mine" that was half mined, picked up two shiny ore-like objects, put them into a basket woven with bamboo, and said to himself: "We have to find a way to get the first batch of goods as soon as possible. Daosheng's first pot of gold is pointed at this."

After collecting the mining results for the whole morning, I felt distressed that the small quarrying machine that was exploded into two pieces was also put into the basket. There was a divine beast running in my heart, so I heard a shout from the bamboo house.

"Little Chang'an! Have a meal~~~"

"Here's here."

Li Changan carried a heavy bamboo basket and walked towards the bamboo house.

The method of using the idiot was not developed, but A Zi learned his 30% craftsmanship through a few days of watching and making good food.

If you plant flowers and flowers without blooming, you will not bloom, and if you plant willows and willows, you will become shade. This is probably the case.

In the main hall of the bamboo house, there is a table of eight immortals in all directions, which is firmly placed in the center. There are four dishes and one soup on the table, including fish, meat, and spiritual dishes.

The little white fox squatted beside the table and wagged his tail, with his expression very different from most of its similarities.

Old Dao Lu had already left the elixir room and was sitting in the upper seat at this time. Li Changan put the bamboo basket outside the door, rushed to the table and picked up the dishes and swallowed them voraciously.

At this time, Gongsun Tuo had just washed his face and half of his hair, and entered the house, bowed to the old Taoist in a good manner and bowed: "Master, senior brother."

The old Taoist waved happily, "Come on, have a meal."

After saying that, the old Taoist looked at his disciple who looked like a hungry wolf in disgust. Oh no, he should call him the eldest disciple at this time.

"Slow down, no one will rob you, so I won't be afraid of choking."

Li Changan nodded while eating, and did not respond. He just habitually grabbed the fish head into the old Taoist bowl.

"Little Chang'an, Little Chang'an." A light voice came from outside the house.

Immediately afterwards, the little chef wearing a light purple and long gauze dress, Forget the grass and grass spirit A Zi, holding a small basket of fruits, floated into the house lightly.

Li Changan had become accustomed to her appearance in Linjiang City, and the old Taoist had only adapted to it a few days ago.

"Senior Sister." Gongsun Tuo had just sat down and stood up again and bowed to A Zi.

He didn't know the true identity of this "fairy". Li Changan and Old Dao Lu were too lazy to explain to him. Anyway, the days were long, and they would gradually understand it in the future.

"A Zi's craftsmanship is getting better and better every day, she is born to be a little chef!" Li Changan did not forget to praise while eating.

If you don’t work, you can have food, which is good. You still want to pick and choose? I’ll waste some saliva and get what you can do.

Sure enough, A Zi smiled and curled her crescent eyes, and was so happy that she kept shouting, "Really. That night, A Zi would make two more dishes."

"Yes, okay, just be happy."

After a meal, Old Dao Lu wiped his mouth, sorted out his long beard, and said to his apprentice: "Chang'an, go and change your clean Taoist robe and go to the [Genglu Hall] with him.

I will receive the list for you and Xiaotuo, and I will receive a monthly salary every month from now on.

In addition, see if you need to go to [Juanzang Pavilion] to check some classics. If you want, get another pass-through jade plaque."

"Master, what other places can be used to enter and exit the [Cuanzang Pavilion]?" Li Changan asked.

“This is the [Juanzang Pavilion] of Zhonghui Peak, and the [Da Ming Hall, Dabi Hall] can be accessed;

You can also go to Feilai Peak [Mingxin Hall, Mingyi Hall]. However, before you arrive, you will have to be guarded by the deacon before you can go to the place.

There are peaks next to each other, and they are in charge of the affairs. Although they are all fellow disciples, it is not appropriate to wander around rashly.”

"I understand, Master." Li Changan knew it.

Not to mention wandering around other peaks, even if he invites him, he still has to think about the other party’s motives and purpose.

After washing and cleaning up, Li Changan changed into a light blue-gray Taoist robe and stood next to Gongsun Tuo, who was dressed in white, and was as beautiful as snow. Although he was not inferior to a point, he gave people an inconspicuous and weak appearance.

Old Dao Lu looked at his two apprentices and didn't know what he thought of. He smiled happily, turned around and waved his hand.

There are more immortal clouds in front of the bamboo house.

The master and apprentice flew for nearly half an hour before they arrived at the [Genglu Hall] built on Wanshu Peak.

Li Changan and Gongsun Tuo couldn't help but look straight.

Wanshu Peak is much larger than Yuhu Peak. Before falling into the clouds, the perspective is obvious from the air, and it looks about three or four times.

And this [Genglu Hall] is not a hall, but a hall, it is better to call it a hall;

Outside the door, there is a huge stone turtle on each side. The turtle carries a jade stele on its back, and the name of its ancestor is engraved on it; a tripod is placed in front of the stele, and there is a constant incense inside it;

The gate is hundreds of feet high, and countless thick jade pillars stand upright in the hall; there are about a dozen fairy clouds hovering over everyone, some are located on the top of the jade pillars, and some are lower.

When you look closer, you will see the names of the people from each peak and their cultivation status at this time engraved on the pillar. As for the birth date and horoscope and practiced practices, it is not easy to see at a glance.

This privacy must be preserved for the disciples.

"Uncle Lu!! Oh, what wind has blown you..."

A fairy cloud hovering somewhere in the sky in the hall quickly descended, and a Taoist who looked like a fat middle-aged uncle bowed to Mr. Lu.

Old Dao Lu had the feeling of boring smile on his face and replied, "Hey, it's Nangong. I haven't seen him for a century, how good?"

"Everything is good, uncle, thank you for your helping your nephew, otherwise this job would have been lost long ago..."

The two uncles and nephews, who are not much similar in size, started to greet each other.

During this period, Taoist Nangong secretly slandered the "internal affairs" about Miaomuxian.

According to the words taught by his apprentice, Old Dao Lu did not say yes or express his fault, and he made a few perfunctory words.

Later, the Nangong Deacon quickly completed all the procedures for the two junior brothers of the same generation and age who were hundreds of years old.

Holding his own "Identity Jade Plate", Li Changan doubted the replicability of this thing.

The old Taoist Lu waved the whisk, and Xianyun's speed slowed down slowly, and he smiled and said, "As a teacher, he was still in the beginning, and he received the list and the pass-through jade plaque.

Unexpectedly, nearly a thousand years have passed, and the sect actually combined the list with the jade plaque into one.

That's good, so as not to have many troubles around the east and west."

After receiving the jade plaque, Li Changan and Gongsun Tuo, he really entered the mountain gate. Since then, he has become a legitimate monk.

However, no matter how mysterious this jade tablet is, it doesn’t seem to be in any way. It’s really ordinary.

"Master, if someone wants to sneak into our fairy mountain, it wouldn't be easy to do it as a piece."

Old Dao Lu smiled and replied, "You, I just like to think of these dirty people. Who would be so bored? Why are you so tired of having nothing to do and sneak into my Wuji Fairy Mountain?

Besides, even if there are such small delicacies, if you want to imitate it, you can only imitate its shape, but not its spirit."

Li Changan also smiled, otherwise he would say that his master was very enthusiastic. Haha...

"Master, is there another mystery hidden in this jade plaque?"

“That’s nature.

Each immortal sect has its own mountain protection formation. In addition, each peak, hall, and hall also has forbidden formations.

You will know these things slowly in the future.

In short, without this jade token, walking inside the door will have many obstacles. With this jade token, there are more places to go.

When you reach the level of cultivation, there are naturally more places that can be passed..."

Along the way, Li Changan remembered what his master said one by one.

Where can I go? What kind of hall and hall are used for each sect? It has set several key points on the place where disciples practice and practice.

However, he can't go to the practice sites that can speed up the soaring value of [Psychological Collector].

Wuji Xianshan has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, with meticulous rules and strict hierarchy.

In fact, the classification of levels and setting levels to access areas is a bit similar to the game in Li Changan's opinion, but it is actually very reasonable.

This is not only a symbol of strength and identity, but also a symbol of protecting the physical and mental health of disciples.
To be continued...