Gou Dao Xiu Xian: I am immortal in the demon sect

Five years later,

"Brother Qin, hurry up, we're going to be late!"

On the Red Lotus Peak where the outer disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect live, Qin Feng was rushing to the top of the peak with a 13 or 14-year-old fat boy.

The mountain path was steep, and the fat boy's cultivation was not good. He was sweating profusely before he walked far, but he was still gritting his teeth and persisting.

Qin Feng looked up at the sky and saw that the east was already bright in the mist.

So he lifted up the little fat man's arm and jumped over several of the most dangerous and steep mountain roads. A flat land appeared in front of him.

In the middle of the flat land, there was a towering ancient pine tree. There were many cushions under the pine tree, and they were already full of people.

Qin Feng and the little fat man had just found an empty cushion outside and sat down. The red sun rose in the distance, and a red-crowned crane carrying a Taoist priest flew from the edge of the waterfall and landed steadily under the ancient pine tree.

Everyone stood up and bowed:

"Greetings to Elder Qingchi!"

The Taoist priest waved the whisk in his hand, "Sit down, everyone. Today I will talk about the "Qinglian Zuowang Sutra"..."

This elder Qingchi didn't say a word of nonsense. After letting everyone sit down, he immediately started to talk about the "Qinglian Zuowang Sutra" under this ancient pine tree.

Qin Feng, like the 3,000 outer disciples present, listened attentively.

In the Netherworld Demon Sect, nearly 10,000 outer disciples are basically left alone.

Only those who stand out or break through the entry stage will be promoted to inner disciples and taught by the master.

However, the Qinglian Sword Sect sends inner disciples, true disciples, and even elders to teach and answer questions for the 3,000 outer disciples on the first and fifteenth day of each month.

Like the elder Qingchi in front of him, he is at the early stage of the Nascent Soul. If he were in the Netherworld Ghost Sect, it would be difficult for the outer disciples to see him. But at this moment, he is teaching everyone in a calm tone...

The crane calls in the sky, and the sound is heard in the sky.

While Elder Qingchi is giving a lecture, his mount, the crane, flies to the waterfall to play, and bursts of high-pitched and loud calls are heard from time to time.

After about an hour, Elder Qingchi's lecture was coming to an end. The crane seemed to be tired and flew back to the ground to clean its feathers.

Suddenly, the crane came to Qin Feng's side, stretched out its neck, and rubbed Qin Feng's shoulder affectionately.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, knowing that the crane was very spiritual. He guessed that it might have smelled the spiritual plants such as thousand-year-old ginseng in his storage bag, and wanted to please him and cheat him for food and drink!

So he shouted in a low voice:

"Get out! There is no food for you here!"

The crane shouted loudly, seemed to be a little angry, and spread its wings to flap Qin Feng.

Fortunately, Elder Qingchi had finished his lecture at this time, stood up and stopped the crane, and called it to his side.

Elder Qingchi looked at Qin Feng:

"What's your name?"

Qin Feng bowed and said, "Disciple Qin Yu, meet the elder."

Elder Qingchi nodded, said nothing more, and left on the crane...

When the crane's shadow had disappeared in the mist, the little fat man pulled Qin Feng's sleeve and said excitedly:

"Brother, Elder Qingchi actually asked your name, did he take a fancy to you and want to accept you as his disciple?"

For a moment, hundreds of pairs of eyes nearby looked at Qin Feng in unison.

Qin Feng slapped the back of the little fat man's head and said loudly:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am just a mixed spiritual root, how can I be in the eyes of Elder Qingchi?"

After hearing what he said, everyone nearby agreed and retracted their gazes.

Seeing this, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and returned along the way with the little fat man.

In the past five years, in order to conceal his tracks, he has been keeping a low profile. He has become the most obscure of the three thousand outer disciples.

What he did was to secretly find out the news about the Qingming Sword so that he could go back and report to his master Xuanyin as soon as possible.

If he became the focus of everyone's attention because of a crane, it would be a bit ridiculous.

But then again, after five years, Qin Feng didn't find out any news about the Qingming Sword!

He knew all the flying swords held by the famous sword cultivators of the Qinglian Sword Sect, and none of them held the Qingming Sword.

Qin Feng once suspected that his master Xuanyin had made a mistake. Was this sword not in the Qinglian Sword Sect, but somewhere else?

"Alas, I can only take one step and see."

Qin Feng thought rather depressedly, and the grass house in front of him was full of people.

The house was in front of him.

He was about to go back to the house to practice, when someone suddenly shouted from behind:

"Qin Yu, Gu Ming, it's your turn to fetch water today. You must fill the three water tanks with water before sunset, otherwise you can't have dinner!"

The speaker was a cultivator in the Pure Soul Stage, with a face full of flesh, looking extremely fierce.

This person's name was Lu Yuan. Although he was also an outer disciple, he had another job as a deacon of the Red Lotus Peak, managing the miscellaneous affairs of 3,000 outer disciples with more than a dozen other deacons.

Qin Feng and the fat boy Gu Ming beside him had just fetched water more than 20 days ago. Logically, it shouldn't be their turn so soon.

But the two didn't dare to argue with Lu Yuan, lest they cause more trouble. They each picked up a pair of large buckets and walked down the mountain.

Soon after, Qin Feng and Gu Ming came to a turbulent mountain stream and jumped onto a huge rock about ten feet high standing in the stream.

Qin Feng picked up two large wooden barrels, leaned over and poured water into them. In an instant, they were filled with water. Then he paused for a moment and jumped onto the bank of the stream.

The two full barrels of water weighed at least two hundred pounds. He carried them on his shoulders effortlessly and walked briskly up the mountain.

It was not until the sun was setting that Qin Feng and Gu Ming filled the three large water tanks with water. They were so tired that they almost collapsed on the ground...

The white clouds were floating,

In the blink of an eye, another three years had passed.

On this day, Qin Feng, who had already shown the sixth level of Xisui cultivation, left the Lotus Mountain Range for the first time.

He and hundreds of fellow disciples, led by Elder Qingchi, headed for a place called Xianlin Valley, where there was a Heyi Temple, a vassal sect of the Qinglian Sword Sect, which was being attacked by the Shuyuan Demon Palace.

According to intelligence, there were only fifty or sixty people from the Shuyuan Demon Palace, and they could not break the mountain protection formation of the Heyi Temple in a short time.

And the Qinglian Sword Sect had more than a hundred reinforcements this time, which could absolutely crush them, so everyone was generally relatively relaxed.

As they were rushing along, they were approaching the Fairy Forest Valley when they suddenly heard someone shouting:

"Heyi Sanren, I advise you to hand over the Qingming Sword, otherwise don't blame us, Shuyuan Palace, for razing your broken Taoist temple to the ground!"

Qin Feng was refreshed, "Qing... Qingming Sword?"

For the past eight years, he had been thinking about the Qingming Sword every day, but he had no information about it at all.

Unexpectedly, today, he learned about the news of this sword for the first time outside of the Qinglian Sword Sect...