Left side door: I can reverse the price

Chapter 11 Qingling Gate

The sky gradually darkened, and there was silence in the bookstore.

a long time.

There was the sound of an arm touching the table.

"Decided?" Zhou Ji looked at Jiang Xiaobai who had regained his composure and asked.

Jiang Xiaobai replied in a deep voice, "It's decided!"

Zhou Ji didn't continue to ask.

"Your fortune is better than mine, so I won't say anything more, and I will give you some advice at the end."

"In the world of practice, there are the most practitioners of the Huang-rank spiritual deeds like me. The Huang-rank spiritual deeds are doomed to reduce our practice efficiency and make us bear the highest price of the practice."

"With such qualifications, there are very few people who can reach the foundation building stage."

"In the legend, there is a great power who won the Dongxuan with the Huang-rank spiritual deed, so you just listen to it."

"Don't be too ambitious and have unrealistic thoughts."

Jiang Xiaobai could hear the concern in Zhou Ji's words: "Remember the teaching."

Seeing Zhou Ji suffocate the wine in his bowl, he couldn't help reminding him.

"Drinking too much of this Yin bone wine will damage the soul, so don't be greedy."

The old man suddenly removed the cover, revealing his true body.

The smell of decay and stench spread unscrupulously in the bookstore, strips of flesh waved wantonly, and some even came to Jiang Xiaobai's side.

Jiang Xiaobai could clearly see the sticky mucus on it.

Zhou Ji's voice also became hoarse, as if the wind was leaking.

"I'm already on the brink of collapse, it doesn't matter if it's damaged or not!"

"In a few days, I will be taken away by Zhenmasi and imprisoned in Zhenma Prison."

"If you come a few days later, it's impossible to see me."

"I am your counterexample, so I can do it myself."

Jiang Xiaobai, who was wrapped in fleshy touch, was calm and composed. He poured wine for Zhou Ji again, ignoring the pressure and desire to devour from all around.

The two faced off for a moment.

The meat touches back.

The two stopped talking about practice, and chatted about the past.

Wait for the bright moon to hang high.

Jiang Xiaobai left a jar of wine and left the bookstore.

……

Five days later.

It is the beginning of autumn.

The breeze is coming, and the wheat fields are fragrant.

Less than fifty miles to the east of Kunshan County, there is a valley full of greenery and flowing streams.

It didn't have a name at first, but it was called Qingling Valley after it was occupied by Qinglingmen.

Continuous pavilions and pavilions have been built from the mouth of the valley to the inside.

Looking at it at a glance, it is very spectacular.

At this time, Jiang Xiaobai was standing under the plaque of "Qinglingmen", letting out his breath a little.

Although the four gang members on duty at the gate were tall and round, they couldn't help shivering.

Those who can be stationed at the door as errands are all quick-witted people.

They compared Jiang Xiaobai with those weird worship elders in the door, and they knew what to expect.

The bald gang members on the right immediately showed flattering smiles: "My lord, I don't know why you came to my Qinglingmen?"

Jiang Xiaobai replied flatly: "I heard that Qinglingmen is recruiting all kinds of strange people, so I'm here to give it a try."

The bald head helped everyone understand: "You wait here for a while, the little one will go in and report."

After a while, the bald gang trotted back, followed by an old man with a goatee in a green robe.

Jiang Xiaobai and the Taoist looked at each other, cupped their hands and said, "Scattered cultivator Jiang Xiaobai, I have met fellow Taoist!"

The goatee old man returned the gift: "Qinglingmen enshrines Tang Lang Cang, I have met fellow Taoists!"

"The head of the sect was overjoyed when he heard that another fellow Taoist came to vote, so he asked me to welcome you, please come inside!"

Lang Cang came to Jiang Xiaobai, and reached out his hand to signal.

Jiang Xiaobai went without hesitation.

Along the way, Lang Cang talked with Jiang Xiaobai very familiarly, telling about the hardships of being a casual cultivator before and so on.

At the same time, they kept repeating Jiang Xiaobai's words to learn about his life experience and past.

……

Soon, Lang Cang brought Jiang Xiaobai to an antique courtyard.

Blue bricks and red walls, bright and clean windows.

In the courtyard, there is a pagoda tree as thick as several people hugging it, which is particularly conspicuous.

There were three people standing quietly under the tree. In the middle was a thin middle-aged man, wearing a green shirt with jade around his waist.

In Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, his complexion was pale and bloodless, with blush on his cheeks, like a paper doll.

The youths on the left and right sides are very similar in appearance, with a fat head and big ears, a fat body, wearing armor, and holding two heavy hammers in their hands.

Lang Cang walked two steps quickly, before Jiang Xiaobai, and came to the thin middle-aged man.

"Sect Master Luo, this is fellow Taoist Jiang Xiaobai who intends to enter our sect."

Then he introduced Jiang Xiaobai: "Jiang Daoyou, this is what I mentioned to you, Luo Chi, the deputy head of our Qingling Sect."

"I've seen Master Luomen!" Jiang Xiaobai cupped his hands.

Luo Chi looked at Jiang Xiaobai with scrutiny, as if trying to see through his disguise.

Jiang Xiaobai looked extremely calm.

Under the yin and yang circulation, he is still confident in hiding his cultivation base from a practitioner of the same level.

After a while, Luo Chi spoke.

"Jiang Daoyou is so courageous!"

"Thanks to fellow Taoists for looking up to me, I want to enter my Qingling Sect and practice together."

"However, I can say my ugly words first. My Qingling Sect does not recruit monsters who cannibalize human flesh and blood. If fellow daoists are really depraved, don't blame us for being rude."

"That's natural!" Jiang Xiaobai replied.

As long as the sect gangs on the bright side of the Sun Moon Heavenly Dynasty dare not harbor demons.

Discovered by Zhenmensi, the extermination of Zongqing gangs happened from time to time.

Luo Chi nodded, and then gestured to the plump young man on the right.

"Song Da, you go to accompany the fellow daoist a few times, so that you know the methods of the fellow daoist, so that you can arrange the errands of the fellow daoist conveniently."

Song Da heard the words, walked to the center of the yard, and looked at Jiang Xiaobai provocatively.

Duang ~
The two heavy hammers collided, making a deafening sound.

Jiang Xiaobai knew that this was a measure of his ability.

The level of means is different, and the enshrinement treatment given is different.

"Then ask for advice!"

Jiang Xiaobai walked across to Song Da, without further ado, slapped the body bag on his waist.

Two "little partners" sprang out from it.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

They were all blue-faced and fangs, covered with corpse spots, and their sharp fingers glowed coldly.

With a mental thought, Jiang Xiaobai struck first.

The two walking corpses rushed towards Song Da from two directions.

At the same time, he kicked his toes and jumped a few meters backwards to distance himself from Song Da.

Before the two walking corpses approached Song Da, they opened their stinky mouths, and the poisonous gas of the two corpses enveloped Song Da.

Song Da didn't dare to bear it hard, swung the double hammers, turned suddenly, formed a stream of air, and rushed the poisonous gas of the corpse to the sides.

Then he spun and rushed towards the chunky walking corpse on the left, not worried about the dizziness caused by the rotation at all.

At this time, the chunky walking corpse was about to charge forward, and it was too late to dodge with its stiff body.

Jiang Xiaobai took his time, passing on the short and fat walking corpse.

The short and fat walking corpse suddenly jumped down, dodged the front of the heavy hammer, and hit the bottom of the rotation with the corpse.

Song was under great force, his center of gravity was unstable, and he staggered and spun backwards.

"Good trick!" Lang Cang, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but praise, "Although the two walking corpse sacrifices of Fellow Daoist Jiang are not well practiced, the corpse poison is strong, and it is troublesome for others to stick to it."

"The key is that Fellow Daoist Jiang manipulated the two walking corpses very methodically, not just rushing forward."

Luo Chi didn't say anything, Song Er who was beside him snorted coldly: "A mere walking corpse, you can't get on the stage."

(End of this chapter)