"What? Don't you want to tell me?" Yun Ju asked with a smile when he saw the little boy bowing his head and holding his beard.

The little boy knelt down with a plop and said with regret: "It's all bad luck. You shouldn't disobey the master. You will never dare to sneak out next time!"

Yunju Zhenren laughed "haha" and stood up to help the boy up, but pretended to be fine and said, "Since your parents gave you to me, you have not had any contact with the outside world for more than ten years. It is understandable that you want to see more outside. Not to mention you, even the teacher is a little moved. Hurry up and tell me what you see and hear!"

Whether it is the planet Najib or the earth, it belongs to the world of the fairy world. However, whether it is the world of the fairy world or the world, people have their own beliefs.

Nuwa is the belief in the fairy world. As a sect created by Nuwa, Miaoxin Sect is of course a sect that many immortal cultivators want to enter. One way to say it sounds nice, and the other way to cultivate authentic immortal learning.

Like many other sects, in order to facilitate cultivation, Miaoxin Sect stands on the towering Jihong Mountain. It is full of vitality and is very suitable for cultivation. It can be called the place where the fairy world has a prosperous vein.

Wang Sanlang is such an ordinary immortal cultivator. Like others, he fantasized since he was a child that he would one day climb Jihong Mountain and become a disciple of Miaoxin Sect. He was big and round, and in his early twenties, and was at the age of strong blood. But he didn't want to marry, or do business and wealth, or have children to continue the incense. He actually wanted to cultivate immortals. He had also had great strength and a brain, and joined several immortal cultivators such as the Futu Sect and the Dusheng Sect, and played supporting roles for them, and gave them daily necessities. He was a disciple of the outer sect for several days. But perhaps he was in contact with someone who looked like an immortal but not an immortal, but not an immortal, so he saw them enjoying timely and being a wrong side of the evil way. He simply stopped thinking about these immortal cultivators and thought about entering an authentic sect and practicing well. It would be not waste his hard work.

However, his wish was almost fulfilled. Because his uncle transported herbs to Ji Hongshan all year round, he begged his uncle to find a position there, even if he was an outer disciple. At the beginning, his uncle did not agree. First, he just did some chores and did not know any inner disciples, and secondly, he did not want to cause trouble. After all, Miaoxin Sect gave him a job, and he did not want to be tied to Wang Sanlang's affairs. However, Wang Sanlang ran to his house every day, and he couldn't resist his wife's nagging, so he had to agree to give it a try. Fortunately, he happened to be very familiar with a medicine disciple. After a while, after giving some precious herbs, the medicine disciple was happy one day and actually gave Wang Sanlang a chance to give him a try.

Today is the day when Wang Sanlang is going to take the exam at Miaoxin Gate. But after all, he was walking through the back door, so he could not go to the main gate to be in charge of personnel affairs, so he could only go to the medicine disciple to become a disciple first, and then think about finding an opportunity to find a formal "organizer" to enter. This is what the medicine disciple said to his uncle, and his uncle told him the original words. Wang Sanlang was very excited after hearing this. After inquiring about the route of the medicine disciple from his uncle, he sold what he deserved and gave his aunt what he deserved, and gave him a great gift. He then gave him a high spirit.

However, after walking for half a month, Jihong Mountain has been stretching for thousands of miles, and its altitude is very complicated. Although he followed the route, he still realized that he might have taken the wrong path.

Now, he was aiming at the route, walking forward step by step, helplessly realizing that he was getting farther and farther away from his destination. It seemed that he could only wait here, hoping that if he was lucky, he could meet a mountaineer from Jihong Mountain and take him out of the lost path.

Fortunately, he is a very optimistic, lively and playful person. He thought that since he arrived in Jihongshan, as long as he worked hard enough, he could at least change his external disciple. If his understanding and opportunities are better, he might not be able to get a position. In this way, he comforted himself, as if he was already an external disciple. He thought, while the dry food was still sufficient, he would simply go around Jihongshan, at least he was familiar with his future "territory", and it would not harm him.

In this way, he put the road map into his bag and simply wandered around.

Jihong Mountain is really big, and it is full of vitality. It is really a practice of the Jedi. Thousand-year-old trees are everywhere, and I often see herbs on the ground that I can’t describe. Some are very beautiful, and some are very strange. Wang Sanlang thought to himself, not only was he determined to make a difference here.

Suddenly, he appeared a strange cave. The surroundings of the cave were covered by lush grass and trees, and a little white mist appeared faintly, appearing and looming. Maybe because he heard too many magical stories when he was young, he became surprisingly excited. Maybe this was his fate with Wang Sanlang. Maybe there was a senior who was on the verge of death in this cave, waiting to find a heir who suddenly came to his unique skills?

Wang Sanlang walked towards the mysterious cave step by step with such fantasy. He felt that his blood was about to solidify.

Suddenly, a clamor sound came from the cave, and then a small, round and white object rushed out. Wang Sanlang's heart was almost in his throat. However, when he saw that the object that was extremely frightened was actually a very ordinary little white rabbit.

His heart fell into his stomach again, and he felt a little disappointed again, and cursed the little white rabbit thousands or thousands of times in his heart.

Wang Sanlang returned to the cave, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing.

Finally arrived at the entrance of the cave, he was stunned and stopped.

It turned out that the cave looked like a cave from a distance, but in fact it was sealed. The door was black and long and mottled, as if it had not been opened for many years.

Wang Sanlang was unwilling to let his dream go as if it was lost. He put his ears on the door and listened for half an hour, but there was nothing but his heartbeat and breathing.

He moved a big stone over and smashed it up without thinking. But he stopped again and thought, if there was a dying immortal living inside, he might scare him to death by smashing it like this. However, he immediately denied his naive idea that he was a god. Even if he was about to die, the thin camel was bigger than a horse. Since he could live for so long, he would not be so scared to death. Thinking of this, he had to take action.

However, he thought of one more thing, that is, if his noise is too loud and alarm other passers-by, it will be difficult to do. If there is nothing, it will be fine, but if there is treasure or something, it will be a big loss.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly saw the Kanto sword for self-defense that he carried with him.

Wang Sanlang patted his head fiercely, cursed "stupid pig", threw the stone aside, lifted the knife, and nodded with satisfaction. He picked up the knife and began to lift it up from the crack in the door.

Wang Sanlang spent all his efforts, but the black iron gate remained motionless, as if it was integrated with the surrounding stone walls. He was anxious, and swung the Daguan knife and sat on the stone bench next to him.

Just as his butt touched the stone, something strange happened. The Black Iron Sect seemed to move slightly, but the movement was too slight. Wang Sanlang quickly rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was confused. He quickly moved his butt away and began to study the stone.

Compared with the rusty black iron gate, this stone is very smooth and brand new, as if it had just been washed by rain, spotless. Moreover, the surrounding area is smooth and the wear marks are quite heavy. It seems that this stone is not an ordinary stone that has been silent for thousands of years. Wang Sanlang was very happy and thought to himself that this is really God destined to have good luck. He used all his strength, raised his butt, pressed the stone down with both hands, and stared at the black iron gate tightly. As expected, whenever he tried hard, the black iron gate would always move gently. However, every time he did

The movement is always minimal, even if he uses his strength to feed himself. Wang Sanlang slapped his head. How could this be opened by the artifact left by the gods? However, after he studied so carefully, he found a wonderful place. The surroundings of this stone were worn very hard, obviously because the edges were used more often. So Wang Sanlang tried to put his hand on the edge of the stone and turned clockwise. The stone actually moved with the force. Looking at the iron gate, it opened with the movement of the stone!

Wang Sanlang's heart was almost screaming from his throat. He suppressed his ecstasy, threw the stone aside, and slowly explored into the entrance of the cave. But the moment he entered the entrance of the cave, he suddenly stepped on the air and seemed to fall down from the cliff. The door at the entrance of the cave also closed with a "bang".

Wang Sanlang felt cold in his heart, thinking that falling from such a high place would be considered dead now! However, for his luck, it seemed that the distance from the entrance of the cave to the ground was not very large. In just a few blinks, he hit the ground. Moreover, the ground seemed to be made of satin, which was very soft. Even so, Wang Sanlang felt that he was about to be thrown away.

After a while, he came to his senses and observed around him. He was surprised to find that he was in a gorgeous wing room. He immediately forgot the pain all over his body and began to wander around the wing room. Looking out from the window of the wing room, there were two different worlds inside and outside the hole.

I saw the sky here is blue, the grass is green, the flowers and trees are rich, and the colorful butterflies are competing for beauty.
Chapter completed!