Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 163 159. Jiang Xia the Honest【81100】

  Shanmen cliff, beyond the Yutai, clouds and mists are lingering.

   Thousands of feet in front, the layers of clouds and mist outside the Moshuang Mountain, have dissipated and peeled off, and the sun shines on the fairy mountain in the cloud covered with glazed luster.

   is too far apart to see the whole picture.

  But just looking at the front, it feels like looking at the heavenly kingdom of God, as magnificent and beautiful.

  Some mortals have bowed and bowed, and the monks performed well. Although most of them were shocked by Mo Shuangshan's appearance, they could still maintain a trace of decency.

  "Om"

  When the fairy mountain emerges, the sea of ​​clouds is clear, and golden light shines again, like two flying arrows pierced through the clouds, right on the jade pillars on both sides of the mountain gate, leaving a golden track.

   does not dissipate, just like two spiritual threads.

  In Lao Jiang’s gaze, there are more golden lines extending from the two golden lights. From nothing, a bridge of streamers is constructed extremely quickly.

  Cross the sky where there is nowhere to go.

  Connect the cliff of the mountain gate to the Moshuang Immortal Mountain Buddhism.

  The golden bridge passes through the clouds. The clouds and mists circulate on both sides of the golden bridge. They are drawn by the aura, turning into patches of auspicious clouds and stretching, and some are transformed into spirit dragons and cranes, flying around the golden bridge.

  There is also the sound of silk and bamboo, echoing the sky, so that the slightly turbulent crowd quickly calms down.

  "唰"

  Pale red petals blow out from the sea of ​​clouds.

   Like a swaying rain of flowers, it wraps around the golden bridge twice, and finally falls in front of the mountain gate. Among the thousands of petals floating, there are female cultivators wearing black Taoist skirts and holding jade ruyi appearing from the sea of ​​flowers.

  After that, there was a long cry of spirit birds.

  The sea of ​​clouds swayed, and the delicate wooden kite flapped its wings, carrying a fat monk, and flew into the sky leisurely, and then slowly fell in the spirit wind.

  The fat monk was also wearing Mo Shuangshan's black robes. It could be seen that he cleaned up his appearance very seriously, and even combed his hairdo pretendingly.

   Holding a green old wood whisk in his hand, trying to make a look like a fairy-style bone.

  But helpless Wang Liufu, the immortal Wang Liufu, the overly sturdy general's belly is really an eye-catcher, and his posture of being effective is not as stylish as the Matish book next to Lao Jiang.

  The image of Lao Wang.

  It's really not suitable for this kind of misty performance.

   But this is just Jiang Xia's complaint.

  Wang Liufu no matter how he pulls his hips, he is also a real-world monk, a disciple of the immortal door, to the group of far-travelers who come to participate in the ceremony, no one dares to underestimate him.

   "Senior Nephew Liuyun, I haven't seen you for many days. Your cumbersome footwork is even more dusty."

  Wang Liufu fell down Mu Yuan, put the whisk first, and smiled and said something with his family. The female nun who had previously appeared from the sea of ​​flowers was expressionless.

  Obviously, he didn't wait to see Wang Liufu very much.

  But in front of outsiders, the sect is indispensable, so he leaned slightly, holding Yu Ruyi, and said to Wang Liufu:

   "I have seen Uncle Wang."

   "It's fine, don't be so polite."

  Wang Liufu smiled, glanced at the crowd, and concealed a wink with Jiang Xia, and San Quezi, which was regarded as a greeting, and then said to the female cultivator around him:

   "This grand ceremony is such a big event, Ben Xiu thought that your master would come personally."

  "Master is behind the golden bridge."

  There was something in this remark, so the female nun pulled the corner of her mouth, then replied with a gun and a stick:

  "Master is honorable. For such things as welcoming guests, I have my own disciples to do it. It is indeed not as diligent as my uncle, who must do everything by himself."

   "click"

  Wang Liufu’s fake smile suddenly froze on his face.

   Indeed, as far as identity is concerned, Wang Liufu is the second-generation disciple of the gate, and he is also personally passed on by the elder Sambo. This is the matter of welcoming guests at the mountain gate, and he shouldn’t have come forward.

  Unfortunately, there is no disciple under Elder Wang’s school that can be sent.

  It is really sad that I have to do it myself.

  The confrontation between the two was briefly stopped. After all, in front of outsiders, it is not easy to expose the internal fighting of the sect. Wang Liufu simply pretended not to hear the sarcasm in the words of Master Liuyun.

  He turned around, coughed twice, swayed lightly in his hand, and said loudly:

   "Everyone is silent, and listen to this revision."

  The two hundred people on the jade platform suddenly calmed down, and all their eyes were on Wang Liufu and the female sister behind him.

  "Today, I will choose a good talent for the Moshuangshan sect. My Moshuangshan is a Qingxiu school, and there are not too many red tapes.

  The ceremony begins now.

  Everyone, listen carefully. Anyone who enters the Jade Terrace can enter our sect through the golden bridge.

  This is the first of the four methods of selecting talents for beginners. "

  The ancient wood whisk in Wang Liufu’s hand pointed to the golden bridge that traverses the sea of ​​clouds behind him, and he said in a very energetic voice:

  "Taling Golden Bridge is my patriarchal instrument.

  You can travel across the world, across five continents, you can also measure spiritual roots, identify spiritual energy, and those who cross the golden bridge within 30 breaths are allowed to enter the second test.

  If it is impossible to pass, it means that the spiritual root is insufficient, the fate does not match, and I have no relationship with Moshuangshan. "

   finished.

  He turned around and said to the female sister behind him:

  "My nephew, let’s preside over here, Ben Xiu will go to meet with your Master, San Quezi Daoyou, and Manglin Wuhe Great Witch, since you two come to observe the ceremony, just follow Ben Xiu.

  Don't interfere with others. "

   After finishing talking, Wang Liufu stepped on Mu Yuan and was about to leave, but was blocked by the female sister behind him.

  The Liuyun Sister said:

  "Uncle Master, the grand ceremony of my sect has long established rules, and no bystanders are allowed to observe the ceremony. These two guests are not allowed to enter the sect."

  "Your inner door is not allowed to watch the ceremony."

  Wang Liufu sees that his nephew is really ignorant, he will be polite, and he will be polite.

  He waved the whisk and said:

  "But today’s talented person is not only your inner door, but I invited two daoists to come to watch my outer door selection, my nephew.

  Fuck me less.

  Do things well. "

  This reprimand is not polite.

   made the female Xiu frown, but San Quezi and another Nanhuang old wizard, who was dressed very "original" and indistinguishable between men and women, ignored these.

  They happily met with Wang Liufu, flew into the sea of ​​clouds with the wooden kite, and disappeared in front of everyone talking and laughing.

   "Which is Jiang Xia?"

  It took a few seconds for the female cultivator who was hanging here by Wang Liufu to do facial expression management for herself, then turned around and asked in a cold voice, Lao Jiang slowly raised his hand in the crowd and said:

"I am."

  "You are favored by the elders of the sect and have obtained the qualifications for entry. Why don't you leave with Shishu Wang? What are you still doing here?"

   Female Xiu Liuyun said without a trace of smoke:

  "Could it be that you want to see others make a fool of yourself? Junior Brother Jiang, this is not the disposition that a monk of my generation should have."

   "Where and where."

   Jiang Xia ignored the envy and hatred gazes around him.

  He has a normal tone and speaks eloquently:

  "My introductory seal was not given by the elder casually. It was won by himself. Before, there were some **** who feared that the world would not be chaotic. They heard the news from nowhere, and spread the rumors all over the sky.

  What do you say, Jiang Xia, my ancestors, got such good luck after walking through the back door of Moshuang Mountain.

  If they continue to pass it on, it will harm me and the reputation of the Moshuang Mountain sect.

  This is already the case.

  I walked with them through the sect before the assessment, so that the rumors can be stopped and the reputation of both sides can be preserved. My personal reputation is small, but the sect’s reputation is a big deal.

  Sister, are you right? "

  Hearing this, the female cultivator Liuyun blinked.

  At this moment, she felt that Jiang Xia had a problem with her brain.

  But it was this guy who said in public that she didn't want to be treated differently. If she didn't allow it, it would appear that the sect was unreasonable.

  But to keep Jiang Xia from getting started is a matter set by the master. Although the four methods are not difficult, they are not simple.

  If Jiang Xia has no abilities, she has to hit her swollen face to fill the fat man, leading to unfortunately being eliminated midway.

   "Don't panic, let him come."

   Just as Liuyun was thinking, a gentle divine thought sounded in her sea of ​​knowledge, setting the female cultivator Liuyun’s mind, and she immediately responded:

   "Yes, Master."

  In the next instant, Liu Yun stopped paying attention to Jiang Xia, waving his hand lightly, and said to everyone in front of him:

   "You guys, cross the bridge, one per person, don’t delay."

  As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Xia shrugged and took Liu Hui, Ruyue and the limping bait rabbit girl, the first to enter the mountain gate and set foot on the golden bridge.

  While passing by the floral-scented female self-cultivation, Jiang Xia suddenly whispered:

   "You are Chu Qiao's senior sister, right?"

"Um?"

  Liuyun girl does not squint her eyes.

   made a sound from his nostrils, seemingly too lazy to talk to Jiang Xiaduo.

  Although Wang Liufu didn't introduce it in detail before, looking at the posture of this female cultivator emerging from the sea of ​​flowers, and her graceful posture in all aspects, she is really pretending.

   and Chu Qiao’s goods are in the same line.

   is definitely taught by the same master.

   "Be closer and closer in the future."

  Jiang Xia didn’t bother to talk to this pretending woman. After leaving a meaningful sentence, he opened his legs and swaggered across the bridge deck made of golden streamers.

  It looks like a suspension bridge suspended in the air without support, but in fact it is very stable, without shaking, as if walking on the ground.

   Jiang Xia could feel a resistance, but it was not enough to hinder him from moving forward.

  He even was in the mood to light a cigarette. On the Golden Bridge of the Sea of ​​Clouds, let Ruyue take a photo of him with an artificial eye, and it was also transmitted to the communication band of the Wasteland Gang.

   "The boss is so handsome! The bridge and the sea of ​​clouds are so beautiful, I also want to go to cultivate immortals. Uuuuu."

   Jasmine’s sorrowful voice echoed for the first time.

  They arrived earlier than Jiang Xia, and now they have rested on the side peak of Moshuang Mountain.

  But Jiang Xia and others walked easily.

  But it doesn't mean that others are also going smoothly. The mortals who crossed the bridge after Jiang Xia just walked two steps, sweating all over, their bodies swaying and grasping the golden light by the bridge.

  Two-legged battle.

   "There is not enough spiritual roots, it is useless to try again, go back."

  The female cultivator Liuyun by the mountain gate shook her head and shook her head lightly, sending the two collapsed out of the Yutai, and then there was an echo of weeping and mourning, causing a sigh in the crowd.

  The Suffering Wood Realm is a great spiritual realm with a high concentration of aura.

  There are many people who are gifted in spiritual practice. According to Wang Liufu, the number of mortals with spiritual roots in the entire Suffering Wood Realm is about one-third.

  This is already impressive.

  Unfortunately, there are still two-thirds of them who can only be ordinary people for the rest of their lives.

   And for cultivation, having spiritual roots does not mean anything. That thing is not even a starting point, at best it is just a qualification for cultivation.

   "What's the matter with you?"

After ten breaths, Lao Jiang was already running across the golden bridge, at the same time at the starting point, female sister Liuyun frowned and looked at a fat man in Nanhuang clothes.

she says:

   "You have aura and you are already in the Qi training state, why do you still walk so slowly?"

  The pale-faced little fat man grasped the golden light in his hand and moved forward step by step, not daring to look down at the curious sea of ​​clouds below.

   He raised his head awkwardly, smiled at the female nun, and whispered:

   "I am afraid of heights."

   "Time, only thirty breaths."

   Liuyun looked at him silently, and said quietly:

   "If you can't make it, no matter how talented you are, it will be over."

"what."

  Agitated by these words, the little fat man simply closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

  Wow, wow, wow, and rushed to the other side of the Jinqiao. Seeing his running speed, he seemed to be completely unaffected by the resistance of the Jinqiao.

  This shows that his spiritual talent is higher than that of Lao Jiang.

   Liu Yun watched the little fat man scream and run away, she was speechless.

   "This time the ceremony has just begun, how come there are so many weird things? If they are allowed to enter, the sect will be very lively in the future."

  (End of this chapter)