peerless angel

( ) in hospital.

Wu Feng and Long Xing'er lived separately, at the moment he was sitting cross-legged on the bed in his room, with a strange look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect it to be a handyman disciple again. Could it be the arrangement of fate?"

"No matter what, cultivation is the most important thing. The aura of the outside world alone is already so rich, and the aura of Huayangzong must be even denser. Even as a handyman disciple, with such a good environment, he can Doubly practice."

Wu Feng pondered for a while, then closed his eyes and immersed himself in his cultivation.

Two days later.

Over Wu Feng's hospital, a whistling sound suddenly came and landed over the hospital.Wu Feng woke up from his cultivation, counted his fingers, knew that the time had come, and immediately went out quickly, only to see a small boat made of paper floating above the courtyard, on which stood a young man in a red robe with a bruise on his chest. A golden crow embroidery, very gorgeous.

"It's you two, come up." The young man in red said calmly.

Wu Feng immediately took Long Xing'er's hand, flew over to the small boat, looked carefully, and found that the small boat was really thin, as fragile as paper.

Long Xing'er flew so high, her face turned pale with fright, when she stood on the small boat, her legs were already trembling, and she almost collapsed.

"Don't worry, this spirit paper boat is very strong, even if it carries a small mountain, it will be easy." The red-robed youth glanced at Long Xing'er and said calmly.

Long Xing'er's pretty face turned pink, and she lowered her head in shame.

Wu Feng sat down casually without speaking.

The young man in red robe said: "Sit still." As he spoke, he raised his hand to lead the boat away like a flying sword, the strong wind swept in, it was blocked by a shield outside the boat, and nothing leaked in. stable.

After Long Xing'er got used to it, she couldn't help but look around curiously, her watery eyes were full of shock and excitement.

Wu Feng leaned casually on the small boat, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The speed of the small boat was astonishing, and it left Luoxian City in the blink of an eye. In the eyes of the three people on the small boat, this huge city became smaller and smaller, and finally it was only the size of a palm, and then it was covered by a mountain that was overturned.

After walking for half a day, crossing countless mountains and rivers, he finally came to a stretch of mountains. After arriving here, Wu Feng clearly felt that the aura around him became thicker, about two or three times that of the outside world.

Looking around, among the continuous mountains, there are indifferent clouds and mists, and the peaks of the sky are looming, like sleeping behemoths.The thousand-foot-high waterfall pours down from the peak, like jade dragons roaring, majestic, vigorous and magnificent.

The sound of cranes came from the peaks, echoing the sound of the waterfall, resounding for thousands of miles, like a fairyland.

On this mountain peak, there are towering ancient trees of dark green color, and giant vines coiled around, like a wild forest, full of mystery and thrills.

And in the hazy white mist, you can vaguely see the top of the mountain, with many palaces built, which seem to be real and unreal, floating like a mirage, making people unable to believe their eyes.

Wu Feng and Long Xing'er were stunned.

This is Xianmen!

The Holy Land of Immortal Cultivators!

"Here we are." The red-robed youth said calmly.

The boat flew away and came to the mountains. As the distance got closer, Wu Feng could clearly see that there were bluestone roads built on these mountains, and there were some people dressed as servants carrying water.There are also some people sitting cross-legged on some flat squares, as if listening to someone preaching.

Wu Feng seems to have come to a magnificent big world.

This is the sect of the world of cultivating immortals!

Countless disciples gather, all of them are talented and gifted.

Listen to sermons, read scriptures, and learn spells every day.

Numerous servants serve.

There are also handyman disciples who help to raise spiritual birds and grow spiritual fields.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, and there was a trace of excitement in his eyes. This is the place to practice, and he did not make a mistake in coming!

At this time, Xiaozhou came to a high peak and landed. In front of him was a mountain gate, guarded by more than a dozen red-robed disciples.

The young man in red put away the boat, and said to Wu Feng and the two of them, "Come with me."

Wu Feng and the two followed suit.

The young man in red came to the gate of the mountain, showed his bronze token, and then passed in smoothly. He went straight along the bluestone road, and when he came to a palace on the top of the mountain, he turned his head and said to Wu Feng: "I will take you first." Go to the Handyman Disciple Academy, and then the elders will assign you a position."

Wu Feng nodded.

The young man in red led him into the palace. The hall was very spacious, only an old man was sleeping on his stomach, snoring like thunder.

The red-robed youth said to Wu Feng: "When he wakes up, you can find him if you need anything."

Wu Feng nodded.

The young man in red didn't say much, he said to Long Xing'er, "Come with me."

Long Xing'er hesitated for a moment, looked at Wu Feng, and said, "Senior, I..."

Wu Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, he will arrange for you."

After Long Xing'er heard this, she left with the young man in red.

Wu Feng watched the two of them leave, then turned his eyes away, looked around, and secretly admired in his heart, the palace in charge of handyman disciples here is as luxurious as the elders' hall of Zhuyinzong.

Several hours later, the old man woke up leisurely. He raised his eyelids listlessly, and said to Wu Feng, "Are you the new handyman disciple?"

Wu Feng nodded honestly.

The old man said calmly, "How long have you been waiting?"

Wu Feng said: "I haven't calculated it, it should not be long."

The old man squinted his eyes and said, "In our Huayang Sect, handyman disciples have two duties. The first is to raise spirit birds, and the second is to grow medicinal herbs. Which one do you like?"

"Grow herbs." Wu Feng said without thinking.

There was a smile on the old man's face, and he said: "Growing medicinal herbs is a good job, and ordinary handyman disciples can't get it, but, for the sake of letting me sleep well, I recommend it to you." .”

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, senior."

The old man took out a thin book from the drawer and said, "Your name."

"Wu Feng."

"age."

"eighteen."

The old man sketched a few strokes on the book, then took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, wrote a few strokes on it, and then folded the white paper into a paper crane.

Strangely, once the paper crane was folded, it moved like a living thing and flew out of the hall.

"Fairy Dongmen is short of a handyman disciple who grows spirit grass, and I have already assigned you there." The old man put down the book and said to Wu Feng: "I will send you there later, and when Fairy Dongmen is there, she He will teach you how to grow spiritual grass. This fairy from the East Gate is an inner sect disciple, and her strength is extremely respected. You must not neglect it, otherwise, you will be expelled from the sect at the slightest, or shot dead on the spot!"

Wu Feng's heart trembled, and he said in a low voice: "Thank you for reminding me, senior."

"Well, go." The old man waved his hand.

Wu Feng bid farewell to him, and when he came outside the hall, he saw a red-robed Taoist boy waiting here, greeted him, and said, "Master Wu, Master asked me to take you to the fairy mountain of the East Gate, and come with me. "As he said, he raised his hand and summoned a white paper boat.

Wu Feng saw that the boat was exactly the same as that of the red-robed young man before, his eyes flashed, and he directly got on the boat without asking any further questions.

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I don’t know if it’s because I’m really handicapped, or what, but the writing is too slow. The world of cultivating immortals is a big stage. Today, I reorganized the outline, so the first update didn’t come out until 4 o’clock in the morning. I’m very ashamed.