Those top male supporting roles after transmigrating to the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 9
"Is this the place to welcome new disciples? It's too magnificent."

Wan Shaofu smiled, and took a funny look at Li Zhengchun, who was stunned, and explained casually: "The Shangzong recruits a batch of new disciples every five years. I don't know how many children from aristocratic families and casual cultivators come here to win opportunities... This spirit boat The island is not only able to stop and go to and from various flying instruments, but also a place to show the sect's magnanimity, of course it is extraordinary..."

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Li Zhengchun glanced at the flat and smooth square under his feet, and grinned: "I didn't expect you to know so much."

At the same time, the ship shook violently again, causing several people to stagger. Brother Lin stood facing the wind, looking at his back with a bit of a jade tree facing the wind. After a moment of silence, he said lightly: "The sect has arrived, let's take them to make arrangements for joining the sect."

"Yes." Li Zhengjin came in response, and reappeared with lotus steps lightly. After bidding farewell to Senior Brother Lin respectfully, he immediately said softly to everyone: "Junior brothers and sisters, come with me."

Just as Li Zhengchun's back heels hit the ground, the sapphire spirit boat trembled again, soaring directly into the sky, shooting towards the depths of the mountains.

Li Zhengchun couldn't help but glanced in that direction, and asked in a low voice, "Is the place Senior Brother Lin went to the inner gate?"

Several of them were new to Shangzong, and seeing this majestic and grand scene, they were very emotional for a while.

He Jinsong who was beside him withdrew his fascinated gaze, and sneered: "I'm really ignorant!"

"." Li Zhengchun shook his head indifferently, and then asked curiously: "Shouldn't senior brother Lin go to the inner sect?"

He Jinsong glanced at her, sneered again, and ignored her.

as long as you can.

On the other hand, Li Zhengyang, who was standing there with his hands behind his back, seemed to be in a good mood, and explained in a calm tone: "Strictly speaking, all the Jindan and below are outer sects. In addition to the suzerain, there are three other masters and six major veins. Lord, Lord of Twelve Mountains, Lord of 36 Peaks, Lord of 72 Hills"

Having said this, Li Zhengyang paused for a moment, as if he was in some kind of contemplation.

Just when Li Zhengchun thought he would stop talking, he continued in a cold tone: "Li Zhengchun, you just need to remember... If you want to gain a firm foothold in the Shangzong, you must build a foundation as soon as possible and win one hundred and eight masters." Ridge One"

I'm going here to cultivate an immortal... Is the competition so fierce?
A group of people followed Li Zhengjin to the corner of the Severance Tower, and took a very simple flying boat: "The Huaijiang Mountains occupied by the Shangzong are very vast. There are dozens of mountains, large and small, among them are Occupied by the three main lines, only this Zhuling Peak does not belong to any lineage." Li Zhengjin looked at dozens of pairs of eyes all gathered in the direction pointed by his fingertips, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "Zong The gate is on the top of the Zhuling Peak, and large and small buildings have been built for the use of tens of thousands of outer disciples. They are divided into a series of buildings that are very important to the sect, such as the Deacon Hall, the Tibetan Jade Building, the Alchemy Room, and the Quenching Pavilion. , our destination has arrived."

The flying boat landed directly on a platform at the foot of Zhuling Peak, and a group of people couldn't wait to run down from above, and followed Li Zhengjin into a small octagonal building.

The small building is simple in shape and has seven floors. Eight gilt copper bells are hung under the eaves of the next floor. Even if the mountain wind blows to the face, the copper bells will not move.

There is a wooden plaque hanging on the gate of the small building, with a dull black background, and three hot silver characters "Zhenhunlou" are engraved in the middle, and the surface of the less than three-foot-long plaque is faintly flickering with crystal streamers.

Walking into it, there is only an old man with disheveled hair, covered with a silk blanket as thin as a cicada's wings, leaning weakly on a leisure chair, drowsy.

Li Zhengchun stepped into the soul-hunting building one after the other among the crowd for a while, and the old man didn't seem to wake up at all.

It was Li Zhengjin who took a step forward, saluted the old man respectfully, and said, "Senior, by order of Senior Brother Lin from Zhuling Peak, bring these seven people into the outer gate."

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"senior?"

Quiet, still as quiet as before.

"Trouble." Just when Li Zhengchun and the others looked at each other, and even faintly heard snoring, the old man lifted the quilt and sat up slowly, yawned, revealing a face as dry as tree bark, and then said: "Let's start!" .”

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What to start with?
A group of people looked at the empty first floor of the small building, their eyes were at a loss.

The old man glanced at them, ignored the small movements of the few people, and just waved towards the space behind him, and said lightly: "Since you plan to join me, my ancestor, then regardless of the past and the past, just abide by the rules of the sect in the future, and be careful. Words and deeds, who will come first!?"

The narrow space of the small building is as bright as day, and there are countless lampstands floating on the left and right sides at the same time, and a flame is burning in each lampstand; overlapping and winding; the flames are no more than the size of a palm, but the breath is completely different. Strong as the scorching sun, some are as dusty as the setting sun.

And in the center of the endless lights, there are hundreds of portraits of people, men and women, old and young, all lifelike, with fluttering skirts.

Among them, the largest ancient painting hangs in the air and is about several feet long. A figure is dressed in an indigo-colored robe, carrying two long swords, and a crimson phantom winds around his waist, and the figure dressed as a Taoist jumps up.

Right below the image, there is a wooden altar, with a long burning lamp at each end, and a small bronze tripod in the middle, with three incense candles inserted in it, two of which have completely burned out, and only one remains motionless. Gives a weird feeling.

Everyone was also shocked by the changes in the hall, but no one dared to speak, so they had to stand obediently and wait.

After Li Zhengchun quietly looked around, he couldn't help but focus on the ancient painting in the center.

"Sure enough, he is still a sword cultivator!"

At the same time, following the old man's movements, a row of lampstands flew from the end of the scattered high and low lights, and landed in the hands of everyone with incomparable accuracy: "Don't waste time, let's kowtow and let blood!"

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Are all fairy gates so tough?

When the group heard this, their scalps became numb.

"I don't know if the head of this class is old and dizzy. The number of disciples recruited here is not as good as every year."

Seeing that everyone was in a daze and didn't dare to go forward, the old man couldn't help but raised his eyelids, and complained a few words in disgust.

"That's all, they're all fresh kids...the old man is kinder..." Perhaps because he was used to being aggressive, the old man waved his hand, sighed weakly, and explained patiently: "Go up first to worship the patriarch, Take another two drops of blood essence, light up the soul lamp on the chest and the jade tablet next to it, and engrave your birth date into the jade tablet, and from now on you will be my ancestor."

Following the old man's pointing right hand, Li Zhengchun clearly saw his pity and playful eyes, but he had no choice but to shoot.

The group of people had no choice but to nod in agreement, and they lined up in a row, according to the old man's request, to kowtow to the Founding Patriarch, the Second Patriarch, the Third Patriarch, the Contemporary Sovereign, the Palm Vein Master, the Kaishan Mountain Master, and all the ancestors one by one. Kneeling and prostrating, until the end, Li Zhengchun cut his middle finger and took out two drops of hot blood.

One of the drops automatically fell on the lampstand, and a faint flame rose up. When I looked closely, there was a portrait of the owner corresponding to the blood essence, but it was a little hazy, so I couldn't see it clearly; It disappeared into the jade pendant.

"Okay, take your own life card and let go, don't disturb the old man's rest."

Finally, after refining the horoscopes of everyone's birthdays into runes and incorporating them into jade cards, the old man waved his hands and began to chase people away in a grumpy manner.

The few people who looked full of anger were dumbfounded.

"Yes!"

Until Li Zhengchun came out of the octagonal soul-suppressing building in a daze among the crowd, he still couldn't help being afraid for a while.

If she was told before joining the sect that she needed to kowtow 180 six times, she would definitely transfer and leave.

(End of this chapter)