Shrouding the sky and asking for immortals

Chapter 1

The sky was blue and cloudless.

The weather is fine today, the air is very fresh, it is a good day to go out.

The shining sun shines everywhere, bringing vitality to the world. Flowers, trees, and all spirits in the world are born with the light.

A group of people walked on the ground, enjoying the sunshine.

"Swipe!"

From time to time there was a sound of piercing in the sky, and figures of people passed over their heads again and again, and the group couldn't help but look enviously at the flying people in the sky.

Weiwei looked up at the sky, thinking: "Is this a fairy?"

When a mortal dies at the age of a hundred, his entire life is nothing more than a moment of an immortal. Even the change of dynasties in the mortal world is not as good as a single meditation practice of an immortal.

A hundred years in the world of mortals passes by in an instant.

Time is short and time is merciless.

Even if the life of a mortal is wonderful, so what?
Weiwei has already gained a little understanding of the world of cultivating immortals through those ancient history legends and heroes.

She does not seek fame and fortune in the world, her heart has long belonged to cultivating immortals.

No matter how cruel and ruthless the fairy world is, I still yearn for it!

She wants to become a fairy!

This is Weiwei's belief!
Qiuxian asked, this ambition is unswerving!
Although Li Weiwei has not set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, she has long been mentally prepared.

Today is the day when Xiuxian Sect recruits disciples.

Thinking of this, Weiwei clenched her fists secretly.

Seeing the rainbow glows flying by in the sky, Weiwei looked away, and she was very much looking forward to the next trip to the paradise.

"Okay, don't look at it, you will take part in the martial arts test in a while, prepare well," an old man said.

"Grandpa Village Chief, is this an immortal?" a young man asked.

"That's right, this is an immortal cultivator. If you have the opportunity to set foot in the world of cultivation in the future, remember to be careful not to hurt innocent people. Immortal cultivators pay more attention to cause and effect," the village chief reminded.

He looked at the boys and girls in front of him, and asked earnestly.

"I don't know how many people will be destined to be immortal this year?" The village head led these people step by step towards the goal. He noticed the hopeful eyes of the teenagers, and sighed slowly in his heart.

The Eastern Wilderness is so vast that mortals don't even know its boundaries. Most mortals have never even left their own country. Like myself, as the head of the Li Family Village, he was famous for visiting neighboring countries when he was young. .

Thousands of miles around, everyone knows that such a person exists.

And his own country, Yan Kingdom, is just a small country, living in a corner of the Eastern Wasteland, unknown to the world.

In a small country like the Yan Kingdom, there are six heavens and blessed lands, which are in charge of the cultivation methods.

As for the entire Eastern Wilderness, there are countless schools of practice, innumerable.

However, even so, there are still most people who cannot set foot on the fairy road every year, so the village chief feels a little bit of regret for these long-awaited teenagers.

There was a constant flow of people and horses on the spacious pipeline. Since today is the day when the Immortal Sect recruits disciples, the road that usually does not have a lot of traffic is particularly lively today.

Weiwei watched the carriages pass by her, either extravagant or ordinary, and when she got closer to the fairy gate, she found that the people who came here became more and more strange.

Judging by his dressing style, he doesn't look like people from the surrounding villages and towns.

Moreover, some strange beasts appeared here. In just a moment, Weiwei had already seen two people riding fierce beasts. The closer they got, the more curious they became. What is the world of cultivating immortals like?

Weiwei thought in her mind.

Now she has arrived at the place where the Immortal Sect recruits disciples, seeing those immortals flying in the sky, she is so chic.

"Get out of the way...!"

An urgent and broken roar came from the sky, and the next moment, I saw a ray of light falling down from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Weiwei saw that this person was far faster than others, and sighed: "The speed is so fast!"

"boom!"

A loud sound sounded, and the divine rainbow smashed to the ground, bringing up waves of smoke and dust. Weiwei witnessed this scene and enviously said: "Is this the power of an immortal cultivator? The destructive power is really strong."

A deep pit of more than three meters was smashed on the spot. A young man slowly stood up in the pit. He looked around and saw Weiwei immediately.

"Didn't I tell you to get out of the way?" said the young man.

"Really? I didn't hear clearly. Are you a cultivator? Your strength is stronger than the impact of the big wild boar caught by our village last time?" Weiwei asked curiously.

The young man was speechless. Seeing her serious face, it seemed that he was really compared with a wild boar, and felt very messy.

He didn't really care about anything with the little girl, so he could only groan, turn around and leave.

"Immortals, why are they so proud?" Weiwei asked doubtfully.

When the young man heard this, he didn't stop, but accelerated.

"Senior brother, senior brother, don't leave, pay the fine for flying violations," a person shouted from behind.

The young man faltered and stopped helplessly. After paying a fine, he quickly left. He seemed to hear the laughter of the little girl behind him.

Weiwei laughed, "It turns out that being an immortal is so interesting. If you violate the regulations, you will have to pay a fine. It seems that after I practice cultivation, I can't fly freely."

"Weiwei, remember to keep a low profile and don't joke with immortals," the village head said in a low voice.

"Understood," Weiwei nodded.

She had a hard life since she was a child, and her parents were long gone. Thanks to the village chief, she was able to live until now, so she always took the village chief's words to heart.

"Do you still remember the practice principles I told you?" the village chief asked with his head bowed.

"Be low-key, do things low-key, devote yourself to cultivation, and don't ask anything else," Weiwei repeated in a low voice, approaching the village chief's ear.

Hearing this, the village chief looked kindly. He has always had a lot of preference for Weiwei. Moreover, the village chief is confident that Weiwei will be able to cultivate.

"Just remember, you've always been smart, I can't teach you anything if you think about it, if you join Xianmen, everything depends on you," the village chief said sadly.

He patted Weiwei on the shoulder with a complicated expression.

This child, Weiwei, had a hard life since she was a child, and her parents were missing. If she hadn't been picked up in the ice and snow, she would have perished in this world long ago.

Even so, she has suffered a lot of bullying since she was a child. Fortunately, everything is over. Weiwei Bingxue is smart, and she must be able to shine in the practice school.

Weiwei also looked at the village chief. She saw the look in the village chief's eyes, and didn't say anything, but nodded heavily.

"Brother," came a voice, and Weiwei turned her head to look, only to see a young man walking towards here.

"It's...it's you, Er Zhuang," the village head said in disbelief.

"That's right, it's me," the young man nodded.

"I didn't expect that, you look younger again, you didn't look like this last time," the village head sighed.

"The cultivation base has improved a little," the young man replied.

The two talked enthusiastically, and when they met suddenly this time, a lot of words kept pouring out.

Weiwei listened on the sidelines. After a brief understanding, Weiwei knew that this young man was the village chief's cousin. Back then, he and the village chief participated in the fairy gate selection. He was able to pass and joined the fairy gate. The first time we met was 30 years ago.

According to what the young man said, he was in a death retreat before, so he didn't communicate with the village chief.

And since I haven't seen him for so many years, the village chief thought that his cousin had already forgotten him, and he didn't expect to meet him again today.

"Boom!"

A dull bell rang, which represented the official start of the recruitment of disciples for the Xianmen!
(End of this chapter)