I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

Going down the mountain?

I'm only at the third level of Qi training.

It is indeed a magic sect!

Wu Lang suddenly felt that something was going to happen.

He originally wanted to be more diligent and practice at the mountain gate for a few more days.

This world of immortality is dangerous, with demons and ghosts rampant, and mortals worse than pigs and dogs. The survival of the monks at the bottom depends mostly on their luck.

If a powerful person passes by, he will trample you to death as casually as wild flowers and weeds. Even destroying a small town is a piece of cake.

Wu Lang himself is not a protagonist with destiny, he is just a migrant worker. He is very realistic, but he does not believe that he will not encounter low-probability events.

Besides, Po Meng suddenly enforced the law so impartially?

Po Meng is so partial to herself.

If you are an ordinary peak master who fishes on the seventh peak every day, it is indeed time to go down the mountain, but you can make an exception.

"So early?"

Wu Lang cupped his hands and clasped his fists, and said: "I wanted to take a little more time to prepare. It is said that the mountain is dangerous. I have only practiced at the third level of Qi. Even my apprentice at the fifth level of Qi training has encountered many things. I am a little worried."

"You were originally a mortal, and you have just entered the path of cultivating immortality. It is normal to be worried, but I will not harm you."

Po Meng floated over slowly, made a gentle face, but it seemed very unconventional, and whispered: "Your apprentice is your apprentice, you are you. He is alone, with no background, and there is a high probability that he will be reincarnated." This is a home for mortals, and you need a higher level of cultivation to be able to protect yourself when going down the mountain."

"But you are different. The place where you are going to be reincarnated will not be an ordinary place. There are descendants of great families with divine blood and ancient physiques. In that kind of place, whether your cultivation level is higher or lower, it will have no impact. If they can't protect you, The Qi refining period is useless."

She paused and her voice was extremely organized:

"Besides, you are practicing at the third level of Qi right now, which is just right."

"Generally, with a tyrannical racial constitution, the true spirit of a newborn has the strength of about the third level of Qi training."

"If your cultivation level is high, as soon as you are born, the powerful people in the clan will notice that your soul is huge and terrifying, and they will have doubts and cause some trouble."

Wu Lang understood what Po Meng meant.

She made herself go down the mountain early.

Instead of enforcing the law impartially, we are setting ourselves up for trouble.

As expected of you, Po Meng, my hero! Seeing me coming down from the mountain and being reincarnated into a mortal family, you directly backhanded me and gave me a higher treatment. Which ancient race can you choose?

If Xing Hanhan were here, he would definitely be stunned again.

This treatment is simply inhumane!

The birth of a monk greatly affects a person's life. If she had such a high starting point when she was born, she would have taken off long ago.

At the same time, the cost of this loss is not small.

The current [Six Paths of Reincarnation] is in an ownerless state and has its own rules for running the cycle of life and death. Even if Meng Po, as a weapon spirit, wants to forcefully interfere and help break through the authority of reincarnation, it will cost a lot.

It can be said that Po Meng was cruel this time.

"After all, he doesn't have the qualifications to practice fighting. If we don't help him, he may die very quickly after coming down the mountain." Meng Po's heart was cold, she had already made a calculation, and she said very proudly: "I, the Huangquan Sect, can't do anything less. He is a good person from the ninth generation who has learned this kind of self-strategy and agrees with the spirit of our sect."

If he was born into a rich and noble family.

Even if he does not have strong cultivation qualifications, he will not be worried about his life. On the contrary, with his knowledge and talents, he may be able to get a management position.

Even in the world of cultivating immortals, if you can get the name of "Bai Xiaosheng", have a righteous character and great ambitions, other great masters will count them, and they will admire and respect the ninth generation sage. Who would know that he is our Huangquan Sect? Palace master? That is the ninth saint!

Thus.

hey-hey!

Ha ha ha ha!

Po Meng smiled sinisterly, as if she had thought of something interesting, and laughed heartily.

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Wu Lang was a little confused looking at her lewd smile.

Her wrinkled and arrogant old face smiled like those triumphant villains before they died.

Grandma Meng, something is wrong with you!

By doing this, she obviously wanted to become a second-generation fairy and become a Mission Impossible from the moment she was born?

It is really dangerous in this Demon Sect!

Wu Lang felt numb in his heart: "I wanted to hold on tight and not follow the Huangquan Sect's traditional skills to avoid being beaten to death, but unfortunately she seems to have given too much!"

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Birth, gender, wealth, race

Unprecedented treatment.

This has already taken off in an instant, and it is still the kind of flying into the sky.

If the Huangquan Sect had not been attacked and turned into dilapidated ruins, no one in the sect would have been able to withstand the heavy task at this time. In addition, Wu Lang had a sage destiny and knew the inside story of the Huangquan Sect to write a diary. The right time, place, and people, Taken together, it is absolutely impossible for Wu Lang to enjoy this kind of treatment.

It can be said that he appeared at a suitable historical time period and had a suitable identity.

However, Wu Lang was a little worried and said: "Senior, since we are a powerful clan, might some powerful people notice the anomaly in my birth? Can I really hide it?"

Meng Po laughed, but said proudly: "You underestimate our Huangquan Holy Sect. The Six Paths of Reincarnation is the most powerful magic weapon that has been built by exhausting all the resources of the sect and spending countless years."

"The natal immortal weapon of the previous generation of Huangquan Cult Master can even interfere with the rules of life and death. How can ordinary people notice it?"

"Unless that person is close to the level of the leader, he can realize that such a being has the ability to forcibly crush the true spirit, prevent the distant six paths of reincarnation, and instantly save people from across the air."

Wu Lang understood what she meant.

How could he happen to be reincarnated by someone like this and notice something unusual?

Moreover, this ancient secluded place, the great sect, and the Huangquan Sect will definitely turn that area into a restricted area, a forbidden area that the Six Paths of Samsara cannot reach.

Who dares to go there to steal people and cut their waists?

Suddenly Wu Lang felt stable.

There is no life safety, so I practice during the day, and at night a trace of true spirit communicates with the underworld, and I return to the Seventh Peak to continue building the sect.

There is no need to worry about the actual food, rice, oil and salt. There is not much difference between going down the mountain and not going down the mountain.

This treatment is so cool!

But even with this exaggerated degree of soft rice, he did not back down.

A man born between heaven and earth, how can he bow his head and stoop down to eat?

His character remained the same, Wu Lang maintained an attitude of neither being humble nor arrogant, and was very tough. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Po Meng, for your love. In that case, I will go back to the mountain to prepare for two days, then return to the Huangquan Road and reincarnate."

"That's good." Po Meng's figure gradually disappeared.