"Well, then just take him in!"

Hearing this, Kongyu Earth Immortal loosened his grip on Feng Bingwen and stepped aside with the hoe in hand.

"You won't look again?"

"The Immortal Lord has already seen it, why am I, an old guy, still spending so much time? I have this time, I might as well hoe two more blades of grass!"

Kongyu Dixian smiled.

"I will lead my disciple in."

"Go for it!"

Feng Bingwen, who was extremely nervous, breathed a sigh of relief. He had just felt the pressure from an Earth Immortal. Even if the other party didn't show much, just a little breath, he couldn't move. .

"Little guy, since you have passed the eyes of the Immortal Lord, it is the old man's fault. When you come out, the old man will give you two pieces of fairy grass!"

Ambrosia?

Feng Bingwen glanced at it, and saw that the wanton openness under his feet was like the weeds on both sides of the road that were never burned out by wildfire and regenerated by the spring breeze. Couldn't the so-called fairy grass be these things?

Without giving him too much, Feng Bingwen had already followed his master's footsteps and set foot in the Taiqing Palace while murmuring in his mind about how to arrange the time for the Earth Immortal.

The moment he stepped into the palace door, Feng Bingwen felt as if he had entered another world, deep, lonely, empty, and void. Even the master beside him had no idea where he was going.

The next moment, one after another fireworks lit up in front of our eyes, as small as broad beans, as big as golden crows flying across the sky, but even the weak ones were not weak at all, blooming with their own brilliance. In an instant, the deep loneliness in this hall became... It was swept away and became magnificent and bright, without any darkness at all.

However, Feng Bingwen still didn't know why. Just when he was confused, a long stick that looked like it was carved from sapphire hung in front of him, and at the top of the palace, dozens of figures were looming.

The shadows are blurry, their bodies are surrounded by the fairy light, and even their outlines are difficult to identify. It can only be seen that they are all sitting, or sitting cross-legged on a futon, or sitting on a cloud bed, or relying on a small table, or sitting in the tent... their faces are completely hidden in the fairy. It was difficult to see clearly in the twilight light.

At the same time, Feng Bingwen clearly felt that the eyes of these winning immortal kings were all focused on him at this moment.

There was no malice, only relief and joy at seeing the outstanding junior, and even a little expectation of what he could do.

"Leave your name!"

Under the gaze of these eyes, Feng Bingwen knew what he should do. He raised his hand and, without using any pen or ink, he used his index finger as a pen to write his name on the jade slip in front of him, stroke by stroke.

Immediately, the fairy light shines brightly, the divine rainbow hangs in the sky, golden lotuses fall from the sky, divine springs gush from the ground, and the intoxicating Taoist sound sounds, which seems to be celebrating the addition of another outstanding disciple of Taishang Taoism.

Feng Bingwen unconsciously indulged in the sound of Taoism. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already standing outside the hall without knowing it, and his master was waiting quietly.

And on the side, there was an earth fairy who looked like an old farmer, carrying two weeds with mud on their roots, and looking at him with a smile.
Chapter completed!