The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 4: Qingtong
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"My name is Chifeng, the second-generation major disciple of the Sect Master, you can call me brother for the time being." The man with slender eyes smiled and introduced them to the rules of the Woyun School.
The mountain where Woyunzong is located is called Dongtian Fudi, Three Dongtian, and Seventy-two Fudi. The highest cultivation level of the sect is the three Dongzhu, they are three senior brothers, they are the real person Xuanji, the real person Tianlang, and the real person Qingtong. Among them, the real person Tianlang is the sect master, who is in charge of all kinds of affairs.
The disciples of the second generation and below live in the Seventy-two Fudi according to their sects. The direct disciples of the three Dongzhu, that is, the first-generation disciple, live in the three caves with the Dongzhu and regularly go to the Fudi to teach their subjects.
This Chifeng is the first disciple of the sect master’s elder disciple, so it has the highest status among the second-generation disciples. Asking them to call the brothers is already praised, because these newcomers are likely to become third-generation disciples. Uncle's.
While speaking, the stone steps have come to an end, and in front of them is a suspension bridge spanning a high cliff. The suspension bridge looked very ordinary. It was tied with twine and made of wooden planks. It was at least five miles long, and there were no handrails on both sides. It swayed in the mountain breeze.
The scene passing by the gate, everyone dare not look down on the suspension bridge anymore, they are all guessing what treasure it is. Mo Tianlio twitched his mouth. This suspension bridge is really not a treasure. It is indeed made of hemp rope and broken planks. This is the person who can rub five miles of hemp rope. It is really... the perseverance is amazing...
Standing on the side of the suspension bridge, Mo Tianliao looked up and saw 72 overlapping peaks surrounded by three main peaks standing in the center. The rich aura leaps around happily, more than five times thicker than outside the door, and the aura on the three main peaks is so rich that it turns into a flash of seven-color light from time to time, which is really a good place.
Chifeng has already stepped on the suspension bridge first, without using any mana, just stepped on firmly with both feet and motioned everyone to follow.
Looking at the dangling suspension bridge, and then at the vast abyss under the suspension bridge, the youngsters who were still mortal suddenly felt timid.
"Why, is this scared?" The girl holding the fox, named Chishan, was looking at them with a smile at the moment, "If you are afraid, it doesn't matter, just follow that way." He said, pointing at that A group of people walking directly to the east side of the mountain road, which is just behind the suspension bridge, led by a man named Akagi.
Those who are below the Three Spiritual Roots have no chance to meet the Sect Master and go directly to the blessed places. Those with better aptitude can be selected by the second generation disciples, and those with poor aptitude will be directly reduced to outer disciples.
These superior spiritual roots, the pride of heaven, heard this, and dared not say more, and tremblingly followed on the suspension bridge.
The soft twine, tied with a thin wooden board, the mountain peaks are scraped across, like a swimming snake, swinging from side to side.
"Ah—" With a scream, Mo Tianlio, who was walking steadily, was suddenly grasped by his arm, frowned, and turned to look at the earth-colored young man behind him.
"Slow down, go slowly." The young man looks good from a good background, and his clothes are gorgeous. The young master, who is in the mortal world, has never seen such a battle.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows: "The faster the bridge goes, the more stable it will be."
"I, I don't believe it! You go slow!" The boy said that he would not let go of his hand.
The corners of the upturned mouth slowly formed a straight line, Mo Tianliao took two steps slowly, and suddenly he staggered.
"Ah..." The young man was startled, and quickly let go of his grasping hand, for fear of being involved by Mo Tianliao.
"Go one step first." Before the boy could react, Mo Tianlio had already stood firm, stepped on the soft bridge as if walking on the ground, and jumped onto the opposite bank after Chifeng.
The young man who tried to lean on others squatted on the bridge, holding the bridge with his hands tightly, moving forward little by little, so that the people behind could not walk, so he had to squat down and walk slowly.
The things I just did are completely out of nature. Venerable Calcined Heaven does not have the habit of "being kind to others", and he regrets a little when he steps on the other side. Will these hypocritical and decent people think his mind is vicious and useless? ?
Chifeng narrowed his slender eyes and looked at Mo Tianliao with a smile.
Chi Shan jumped over with the little fox, raised her head and smiled: "You are funny."
Mo Tianliao was taken aback, don't all the decent people pay attention to a "comradeship"? How...
Without waiting for him to investigate carefully, a red light suddenly burst from the mountain, and then a handsome man in a red wide-sleeved robe suddenly appeared by the bridge: "The lord has been waiting for a long time, what are you waiting for? "
"Master!" Chifeng and Chishan bowed and saluted immediately. The person who came was Yan Lie, the senior disciple of the Sect Master.
"It's not that we are slow..." Chi Shan snorted towards the suspension bridge.
Yanlie glanced at a group of tortoises on the bridge, and suddenly became angry: "A bunch of trash!" Saying like this, with a wave of his hand, he overturned the suspension bridge.
The long suspension bridge was unstable, and suddenly it turned into twists, and the young people on it fell like dumplings.
"Ah--" The screams came and went, and a blue pattern suddenly lit up three feet below the bridge. The pattern was complicated and gorgeous, but it was a formation that instantly threw the fallen people onto the shore.
Mo Tianliao: "..."
This school is a bit interesting.
Across the suspension bridge, there are endless stone steps. At the end of the stone steps, there are three Hongqiao bridges leading to the three main peaks. Everyone followed Chi Yan to the middle road.
The towering Hongqiao is made of spar, and the bridge surface is crystal clear, you can see the birds passing by.
The end of the Hongqiao Bridge is a large hall. The hall is three feet tall and magnificent. The words "Woyun Temple" in the letter are the place where Woyunzong discusses and entertains other factions on weekdays. Sect Master Tianlang's cave is also After Woyundian.
Outside the temple, there are second-generation disciples with different clothes. Seeing Yan Lie coming, they all salute.
There are no pillars in the main hall, it is very wide. The smooth ground was painted with complicated patterns, and with everyone's footsteps, it shone with blue light. In the center of the hall, there was a person wearing a black and white broad-sleeved Taoist gown with a simple jade crown on his head, standing with his back to the crowd and holding his hands.
"I have seen the lord." Yan Lie led the crowd to salute.
The man slowly turned around, his face was just like a mortal in his thirties, with a long-sleeved robe, a misty temperament, a few long beards, a gentle complexion, and a slight smile.
No one is more in line with the four words "Xian Feng Dao Bone" than Tian Lang!
"You and others are all geniuses with high qualifications. It is really my blessing to join my Woyun Sect." Tian Lang said with a smile, and his voice was very cordial.
The dissatisfaction in the hearts of the teenagers who had just received the fright disappeared suddenly, and their faces were happy.
Mo Tianliao lowered his eyebrows. The cultivation level of this real Tian Lang is unfathomable. Maybe he is a point higher than his previous life. It is better to keep a low profile so as not to be discerned.
The lord said some kind words, and Yan Lie read out the rules and the following arrangements on behalf of the master.
Most of these people will be assigned to Qianya Blessed Land, where they will follow the second generation of disciples to practice. After the foundation is built, they will be assigned masters according to their qualifications. However, there are exceptions. Today, the three Dongzhu and several leading disciples are on the list. If one of them is close to one another, they may be directly accepted as disciples.
Although they are all inner disciples, the direct disciples are still different from the ordinary disciples later selected. For Shizun, ordinary disciples are students in the private school, and the husband is only responsible for teaching the subjects; while the direct disciples are apprentices and serve all year round. Beside the master, beating and scolding, of course, the benefits are far more than the disadvantages, such as opening a small stove from time to time, learning a trick or something.
After finishing speaking, three high seats suddenly appeared in the center of the main hall. Below the high seats, there was another round high platform. Master Tian Lang tapped his toes lightly and sat firmly in the middle position. Below stood five disciples of the first generation under the sect master.
For a moment of silence, Madam Tian Lang frowned slightly: "Where is the mystery?"
Before the words fell, a black streamer flashed across the sky, one person dressed in a azure robe and a dozen disciples came in mighty.
Xuanji's real figure is tall, with a thin and handsome face, and his eyes are cold. A gust of wind rushed into the hall and sat directly on the seat without looking at the crowd. He only slightly nodded towards the suzerain, then lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Okay, everyone has a look, it's agreeable." Zhenren Tian Lang smiled and motioned to all the disciples of the generation to take a look.
Mo Tianliao looked up and looked at the empty high seat to the east. Why didn't the Sect Master start waiting for the real person Qingtong?
The three seats are similar in appearance, but they are different. The seat of the suzerain is simple and atmospheric, the mysterious real person is covered with a layer of black silk, and the real person of Qingtong is covered with plain silk, and the surrounding is also Hanging a layer of snow yarn. There was no one in the seat, and no disciple under the seat, and looked very lonely.
"The true man of Qingtong retreats all year round and does not accept disciples easily." Seeing everyone's doubts, the amiable Sect Master explained to them.
Mo Tianliao looked at the empty seat quietly, hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little curious about the yet-to-show real Qingtong.
Soon, two Shan Linggens were picked out and put under Xuanji and Sect Master’s generation disciples respectively, and there was one Tian Linggen who was directly accepted as an apprentice by Xuan Ji.
"I worship directly under the door of the cave master, and my status will be more than several times higher than that of mine." The two teenagers standing behind Mo Tianliao whispered.
After everyone has selected, the rest will go to Qianya Blessed Land. Mo Tianlio, as a dual spiritual root, naturally became the rest.
"Wait a minute!" Master Tian Lang suddenly called the crowd, and looked at Mo Tianliao with deep meaning, "You come out."
Mo Tianliao's heart sighed, and he moved forward obediently.
The Sovereign was waiting to say something, suddenly a bright white light flashed across the east, and a disciple shouted outside the temple: "The real man of Qingtong has arrived--"
The suzerain and the real person Xuanji were both taken aback. All the disciples of Woyunzong bowed their heads, and they started to salute before they arrived.
But seeing a snow-white figure volleyed up into the sky, floating lightly on the high seat in the east. The man was dressed in a snow-white robe and covered with a white shark. Sitting on the high seat, the length of the yarn was swaying to the ground.
The wide sleeves flicked lightly, revealing a few slender fingers that were as white as jade. The breeze opened the veil in front of the seat, revealing an impeccably beautiful face. Vague, like a cold spring in a snow-capped mountain, the temperament is pure and noble, unattainable.
Mo Tianlio has seen countless beauties in his previous life, but no one can compare the beauty of the person in front of him, and he was so stunned for a while.
This is true for the determined demon, not to mention those young people who have never been in the world.
"Hmph!" A pleasant hum, as melodious and misty as it was from ancient times, when it reached the ear, it suddenly rang like thunder.
The people who dared to stare at the real person in Qingtong suddenly turned pale, and bowed their heads in salute, not daring to make any trouble.
Mo Tianliao was not willing to look away. In his previous life, he was greedy for all kinds of beautiful things, whether it was treasures or people, so those who wanted to please him always gave him various beauties. But those in the previous life are not as good as the one in front of you! I want to use those beauties as fireworks before I am unyielding!