"Reporting to the headmaster and the elders. The disciple has arrived at Dangyang City after receiving the message, waiting for orders."

A disciple of Jiange stood bowed in the center of the hall. Tian Cong was responsible for liaising with the disciples assigned outside. In the past, he would not be called to the Jiange cabinet for questioning for a long time. In the past few days, he has become a frequent visitor here.

I saw that the Great Mystic Master Qing Ce was now sitting on the head of the sect, with people from the Qing generation on both sides lined up.

Headmaster Qingce did not speak immediately, but instead took his fingerprints and kept trying to figure out what was going on. At the same time, his already thin and aging face became more and more withered, as if he was going to die at any moment.

"Brother Master, please don't do this. If you waste your energy any more, you may not be able to wait until the sword master escapes."

Seeing this scene, all the elders spoke to dissuade them, their faces full of anxiety and self-blame. Now the sword master is trapped, the sword technique inherited from his mantle has been robbed, and they are unable to go down the mountain. They can only rely on a few brothers who have gone out and have not returned.

As well as the younger generation of disciples, in the past few days, Headmaster Qingce has been spending his energy trying to figure out the whereabouts of the little thief.

Suddenly, Qingce's narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and blood flowed out from the corners of his pursed mouth, dyeing his gray beard red. The face that was always Gujing Wubo actually showed excitement, and he stood facing the field.

The disciple asked.

"Tiancong, did your junior uncle Qinghuan go to Dangyang City?"

"Back to the headmaster, today's news officially came from Master Qinghuan." Tian Cong responded respectfully.

Sun Tiancong is also a relatively good disciple among the Tianzi generation. Now his cultivation is not enough, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Zhenxuan. He is appointed as the messenger and protector.

The young master uncle Qinghuan he mentioned was the next generation sword master of Jiange and Xiang Tai'a's direct disciple, Fu Qinghuan.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Qingce's eyes sparkled with brilliance, and the smile on his face became thicker. He said excitedly to the brothers on both sides: "Hahaha, God helps me in the sword pavilion. Since the last great catastrophe, my ancestor Feng Jun has

It has been rising for thousands of years. In the past few days, I calculated that the little thief who deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors actually got nothing. Today, I used my own essence and blood as a guide to forcefully grab the numerology. Finally, I found the reason!"

Having said this, he waved his hand, and a powerful formation suddenly rose up in the hall, seeming to isolate the world from the outside, leaving only the elders and Tian Cong present.

"That little thief is actually the one who deserves to be robbed!"

This sentence was like thunder on the ground. In an instant, the same shocked expression appeared on everyone's face. Tian Cong in the palace fell to the ground unbearably.

"What's more important is that this little thief's fortune will intersect with Qing Huan in Tianzhu Mountain. Behind him is a void!"

There was a hiss in the hall, and then everyone's faces showed excitement, even crazy looks.

When my junior brother came down from the mountain last year, he was only 24 years old and already in the middle stage of Zhenxuan. The domineering sword skills in hemp clothes made all the senior brothers who knew the spirit feel threatened. Now he has been traveling around the world for more than a year, and he doesn't know what he has entered.

to such an extent.

As for Li Ziran, when he was sent down the mountain by his master, he had not even reached the True Mysterious Realm. Although he was considered a genius among fellow monks, compared to Fu Qinghuan, he was as bright as a firefly.

Now that the two of them are about to have a numerological relationship, the great cultivators of theosophy here will not think that the two of them will become close friends after drinking and chatting.

The direction of numerology is self-evident.

"Tian Cong, don't tell anyone what happened today. Later, you will summon Qing Huan to lead the disciples of Jiange to get the quota to enter the cave and kill Li Ziran on Tianzhu Mountain!"

"Respectfully follow the instructions of the Master."

...

Yao Yao looked at it for a while, her eyes filled with impatience. She grabbed the plate on the table and poured all the fruits into her small bag. She tied the bag and put it into the small bracelet. She clapped her hands with satisfaction. To this Li Ziran shouted: "Let's go, let's go, everyone is waiting there."

Then he yelled at Fatty Zhao again.

"Fat man, there are a lot of people today, you can think of ways to make some money. If I take more money back, my dad probably won't beat me, ahem, won't blame me."

"Let's go, we have to fight for four seats and listen to the rules." Pusu carried the huge gourd on his back again. This did not make him look bloated. With his handsome appearance, he looked more A little more carefree and free.

"Are you going to save grandpa?" Daochang Li said this sentence with a habitual brain twitch, and he also forgot that this was a folk fairy tale he heard there.

Then he told Gu Qingying and the little wild boar: "Don't join in the fun, this place can't stop today. Qingying Ruyue, you two and my family's guardians will stay in this other courtyard. When the conference is over, we will go into the mountain together."

The other courtyard was only one street away from the City Lord's Mansion. Several people landed on the courtyard wall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Li Ziran turned back to little Yao Yao and said: "Look, we have also become crows." After speaking, he sat down cross-legged and took out dried meat and a water bag sewn from unknown leather.

He took a firm bite of the brown-red meat with distinct texture. He pressed the stopper of the water bag with his right thumb, gently picked it up, and then took a big gulp, and the milky white liquid flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Then a burst of milky fragrance overflowed.

The mountain people's camel milk wine is fragrant, mellow, and really refreshing.

The little girl next to him suddenly felt that the fruit in the bag was no longer fragrant. There were "tears" of dissatisfaction at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed Li Ziran's arm and his eyes were glued to the dried meat and milk wine.

"Brother Xiao Li, please give me something to eat."

"If you don't give it, I'm a bad Taoist priest."

The little girl was almost dying of anxiety. She stood on tiptoes and looked eagerly. The last reason restrained her was to prevent her from climbing on him. She just stretched out her sleeves to wipe off the glitter at the corner of her mouth. A large piece of it had a little salty taste. The dried meat, full of fruity flavor, dazzled into her little mouth.

Chewing subconsciously, the girl's big round eyes instantly narrowed, her face full of satisfaction, and her little hand holding Li Ziran's arm did not let go. At this moment, he felt that the bad Taoist priest not only bullied her with his words, but he was actually a human being. Still good.

Then she tried to get the milky skin bag again, but Li Ziran glared back fiercely and stuffed him with a piece of dried meat.

"Children are not allowed to drink. They can help themselves to the fruit."

"oh"

The little girl curled her lips, took a big bite, opened the bag, took out a big red fruit and chewed it. She couldn't help but curse in her heart.

If you don't give it, you won't give it. What's wrong with it? It's scarier than my father.

"It's about to begin."

At this moment, Pusu put away the wine bottle in his hand and said to the two people making a fuss next to him.

The two of them looked at the field at the same time, but Li Ziran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, interesting!

I saw the unknown eldest son of the city lord Yoda yesterday, dressed in gorgeous robes, walking to the stage and taking a seat, but You Huan was nowhere to be seen.

On the side of Elder Cheng Lu, Princess Zhaoyang also appeared on the stage today, which aroused everyone's amazement.

There were many people left who looked to be of extraordinary appearance, probably disciples of high-ranking sects, and they were sitting on both sides.

Fatty Zhao turned his head and looked at Pusu and the little girl who were just eating and drinking next to him. He said jokingly: "Why don't the disciples of Tiandu Mansion and the daughter of Yaojiabao come up to the stage to preside over the overall situation? Look at that Longhu Mountain , the Golden Crow Sect is all here."

Pusu didn't even look at him, and replied lukewarmly: "You can get opportunities in the cave if you go on stage? In that case, the Zhao family should give him 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones. I think There are many people on the stage who are willing to give up their seats to you. Yes or no, Mr. Zhao."

"That's right." The little girl hummed in agreement, and the dried meat in her mouth made a crunching sound.

"I suddenly felt it." Pusu thought for a while and then added.

"Actually, our kind is exactly the best way to enter the cave."

After hearing Pusu's words, Li Ziran couldn't help but think about it.

Each sect sends one person, not counting the evil cultivators. So some people must be sacrificed. Even if the top and first-class sects here have multiple people, they won't be able to take up much of the share.

The same goes for the second-rate sects, there are only a hundred or ten of them. Only the third-rate and lower-rate sects, families, and organizations that join the group to keep warm are as numerous as the crucian carps crossing the river.

So the best way is self-evident.

The top and first-class sects send out teams with a fixed number of people, and the second-rate ones can work together to send out a team. The casual cultivators and other small sects each send out a representative to mix and match into a team, so that the number of people is still the same as their respective needs. Fairness has been met.

Li Ziran thought about this and felt that this rule should be roughly like this, with less than 30% of the upper and lower variables.

Sure enough, Yoda, as the representative, spoke to everyone.

"Comrades, the cave will be opened tomorrow, and this is a big event. As the host, after Dangyang City and Xueyu Sect joined forces with all the geniuses to discuss, a detailed plan was formulated. The interests of many parties have been considered. The following is Elder Cheng Lu of the Snow Region Sect will explain it to everyone."

Fairy Cheng Lu, dressed in elegant clothes, bowed gently in all directions, and then a jade slip appeared in her hand.

"Since the stability of the cave is not yet known, in order to prevent the space or rules from collapsing, we will enter in small groups this time." At this point, she paused, raised her head and glanced at Li Ziran squatting on the wall, and winked playfully. Eye.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, this little fairy's master has a special liking for the poor Taoist. It's really hard to resist the cuteness of the older fairy." Li Daochang silently recited the old man Daozu countless times before calming down. This girl is old and can kill. The power seems to be stronger. It is really not comparable to that young girl.

Elder Cheng Lu's gentle voice came out again: "In view of the interests of many parties, the top and first-class sects each sent a team of five people to enter the cave. The second-rate sects entered the cave in two groups of six. The other forces will each send one person to form a team of no more than six people to enter the cave. Do you have any objections?"

As the words fell, the crowd erupted in discussion. Li Ziran and Pusu didn't pay attention. This was reasonable. Their team could enter anyway. As for whether others were satisfied or not, it had nothing to do with them.

"Isn't this number a bit conservative? Why not add more people?"

A disciple of a second-rate sect said with some dissatisfaction.

"Then you go deal with the evil cultivators. If they agree not to go in, then all the places will belong to your sect."

A tall monk with a burly build and slightly dark complexion opened his mouth to answer. Some questioning voices in the audience disappeared instantly.

Yes, the evil cultivators have also come back, and their power is no less than those of them. It is indeed a lack of consideration.

After seeing that no one objected for a long time, Yoda smiled and said again: "Then it's decided. Everyone will go to the right side of the palace in a moment. I have arranged for the servants to register for everyone." After that, he stood up and left. left.

A few people were not in a hurry to register, it didn't matter sooner or later anyway.

"Where do you think that You Huan went?"

Pusu took out the wine again and drank it deliciously.

"Pindao just pinched his fingers and let it go. This kid ran away."

Li Ziran also likes what is in the cup, but unlike Pu Su, he likes good wine with good food. A capable drinker like Pu Su is unique among many drinkers.

Fatty Zhao pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it and turned it into a curse in his heart.

You are always pinching your fingers and calculating things for others. Now I have reason to suspect that you are simply a fake Taoist priest!

But Yao Yao didn't think so much. She opened his palm and took away the last piece of dried meat. She asked with satisfaction: "How long will it take for me to eat the legendary Immortal Jumping Over the Wall?"

"Pindao can kick down the wall for you now."

"Stinky Taoist priest, annoying."

"Give me back the jerky."

"Oh~, eat it, it's gone! Don't pinch my face!"

"What does that big man who just spoke on stage have to do with you?"
Chapter completed!