Lonely Immortal

Zhang Zhiwen was meditating on a green rock. He looked at the gray sky and fell into deep thought. This was the third day since he came to Qingxuan Sect.

In these three days, he didn't even see the headmaster, and he didn't know what he looked like. Anyway, he was in seclusion, and he didn't see many other brothers and sisters. They all went out to complete tasks. The so-called completion of tasks was to do chores for other sects, and they didn't go to mine, collect herbs, plant, etc., which was not their turn. They were all doing laundry, cooking and serving.

Speaking of which, Zhang Zhiwen really didn't expect that Tianshui Fairyland would be like this, because there were actually many cultivators in the Qi Refining Period here. These cultivators were all natives, that is, people born and raised in Tianshui Fairyland. Their parents were all cultivators, and the disciples of Qingxuan Sect were all such cultivators. Therefore, their cultivation was very low. When Zhang Zhiwen saw Lin Qingshu, he thought Lin Qingshu was a relatively poor disciple of Qingxuan Sect. In fact, Lin Qingshu was the eldest brother, the most powerful cultivator.

Most of these monks who were born and raised in Qingxuan Sect were in the same group, so they had almost no interaction with Zhang Zhiwen. After Lin Qingshu sent him back, he went to recruit disciples again. Although he might not be able to recruit many disciples, Lin Qingshu's task was to recruit disciples, which was also the only lucrative job in Qingxuan Sect. The monthly income of ten medium-grade spirit stones was given to him by the sect leader who saved money from his teeth.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwen didn't know where to start. He also realized how vicious Ling Fei, the dog Taoist priest, was. This was simply to force him into a desperate situation.

Another thing, Lin Qingshu said, the foundation building competition will be held in half a year. Last time, the leader was injured and had to retreat to recover. This time, it is likely to be bad. If it ranks last again, the Qingxuan Sect will be completely disbanded, and the leader can only go to another sect, and the rest of the Qingxuan Sect will have to be expelled from Tianshui Fairyland, because Tianshui Fairyland is full of such low-level cultivators, and there is no shortage of people. Nowadays, there are not many vacancies for menial jobs in all the major, medium and small sects, and they are fighting for it. So I don’t know how many people are staring at the Qingxuan Sect, hoping to sweep out the Qingxuan Sect, which is the lowest sect, so that others can get more opportunities.

Originally, Zhang Zhiwen thought he would take on a task of mining and collecting herbs or planting, because he has a fairy house, maybe he can embezzle some spiritual stones and herbs, but in fact, it is not feasible at all. He can only be a manor, or the worst kind, which feels no different from carrying manure for the Lin Mansion.

Zhang Zhiwen also thought about returning to Feixian City, but what can he do when he returns? He has to build a foundation. Can he build a foundation in Feixian City? And once he leaves Tianshui Fairyland, he will never be able to come back again. This is treason. It would be good if he is not wanted by then.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwen can only sit here in a daze and can't do anything. Moreover, he has been in Qingxuan Sect for three days, and he has not even seen the head of the sect, let alone the Nine Heavens Blue Sword Art. All immortal methods are in the hands of the head of the sect. Qingxuan Sect does not have a Sutra Pavilion. The Sutra Pavilion is a property that only medium-sized and above sects have. Qingxuan Sect is not worthy of it...

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwen can only wait, at least to see the head of the sect first, otherwise he doesn't even know what the head of the sect looks like, then he really doesn't know what to say.

But the head of the sect doesn't know when he will come out of retreat, so Zhang Zhiwen can only wait, so he is quite depressed, so he came out to breathe.

At this moment, the sect token on his waist vibrated. Zhang Zhiwen was slightly surprised, because Lin Qingshu told him that the sect token would only vibrate when the sect leader had something to do. Could it be that the sect leader had come out of retreat?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwen took off the token and checked it with his spiritual sense. Sure enough, it was the sect leader who sent a message.

The sect leader's voice was quite old, and he should be an old man, but his tone was still gentle. The sect leader asked Zhang Zhiwen to meet him. In this case, Zhang Zhiwen immediately went to meet the Qingxuan Sect's sect leader.

He jumped down from the Qingyan Rock and walked towards the Qingxuan Sect. The Qingxuan Sect only had a few small peaks and a dilapidated gate. If you didn't tell them that this was the sect of Tianshui Fairyland, people who didn't know would think this was a small village, because there was nothing after entering, except for a small blue-tiled palace in the distance. The rest were small houses, sparsely arranged on both sides of a small path. These were the residences of other disciples. As for spiritual fields, caves, etc., there were none. Moreover, this place was no longer the territory of the Qingjian Sect, but the Qingjian Sect that had experienced countless storms and was looted countless times, which was now the small territory of the Qingxuan Sect.

Not long after Zhang Zhiwen left, he arrived in front of the Qingwa Palace. He walked in and found the master's residence. This was also the only decent house here. When he arrived in front of the house, Zhang Zhiwen followed etiquette and bowed slightly, saying, "Disciple Zhang Zhiwen, I greet the master."

His voice was not loud, but it was heard well, and the master's rather old voice came from the house: "Come in."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwen opened the door and walked in.

After entering, Zhang Zhiwen saw an old man meditating on the ground. The room was not big, but it was clean. There were not many things in the room. In front of the old man was a small wooden table with an incense burner, and behind him were a row of Bookcases, with a study room on the left and a study room on the right It is an alchemy room. This alchemy room is also extremely simple. A three-foot-tall copper furnace stands there, exuding a faint smoke. There are also some elixirs accumulated in the alchemy room. At this moment, there is a faint smell in the room. The medicinal fragrance is quite refreshing.

This is the residence of the leader of a dignified sect. It has nothing to do with the Dongtian Immortal Mansion. Zhang Zhiwen even feels that the place where this leader lives is not as good as some of the big family patriarchs in Feixian City.

However, Zhang Zhiwen remained calm. After all, the other party was now his master. When the master saw Zhang Zhiwen, he did not rush to say anything. Instead, he looked Zhang Zhiwen up and down for a few times, and then Said: "I heard from Qingshu that you were introduced by Master Lingfei?"

The leader's voice was still quite soft when he spoke, but there was still a bit of majesty in his tone. However, after all, he was a foundation-building monk, so it was inevitable that he would still be a little proud in his bones, not to mention that he was also a master of the same sect after all.

But Zhang Zhiwen was quite surprised when he heard this, because it seemed that the other party didn't like Ling Fei very much. Otherwise, how could he call the other party an expert? Ling Fei is only in his thirties, right? Not a seasoned person, right? But the age of a foundation-building monk cannot be measured by appearance. After all, a foundation-building monk has a lifespan of five hundred years.

However, Zhang Zhiwen still very wisely cupped his fists and saluted: "If you want to return to the head, it was Taoist Master Ling Fei who asked me to come."

Seeing Zhang Zhiwen like this, the head seems to be quite satisfied, because Zhang Zhiwen is a Qi Refining Dzogchen monk, and he was obviously framed by Ling Fei, but Zhang Zhiwen not only does not have the slightest arrogance, but is neither arrogant nor humble, and is polite. This kind of bearing is quite good. Not bad, this leader has read countless people, how could he not know that Zhang Zhiwen is definitely not an ordinary person? Furthermore, Lin Qingshu also told him about Zhang Zhiwen. He also knew that Zhang Zhiwen was very talented, especially in alchemy. Therefore, it was a rare opportunity for him, the leader, to go out of seclusion and see Zhang Zhiwen. Otherwise, he would Gedabit was coming, and he didn't have time to see any messy people.

"Well, has Qingshu told you about our sect's situation?" The leader nodded and asked slowly. He spoke unhurriedly, but he did have the calm temperament of an alchemist.

Zhang Zhiwen was a little surprised when he heard this, because he really didn't expect Lin Qingshu to have told the leader everything, but when he thought about it, Lin Qingshu must be the direct disciple of the leader, and he must have explained everything to the leader. In this case, Zhang Zhiwen had nothing to hide. He clasped his fists again and said, "Yes, my disciple has heard about it."

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwen still looked calm and calm, the head finally showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, because the head knew very well why Zhang Zhiwen came to Qingxuan Sect, and such a talent was not arrogant and domineering after coming here. He is not discouraged, which shows that his mind is extremely firm.

"Okay, come on, sit down."

The boss finally asked Zhang Zhiwen to come forward and sit down. This was undoubtedly a great affirmation for Zhang Zhiwen.

Zhang Zhiwen pondered for a moment, but without any hesitation, he walked forward, thanked him again, and then sat down to meditate.

"Speaking of which, you and I are destined to be together. You can respect me as your teacher, or you can treat me as your friend. We are both from alchemy backgrounds. Now that the Qingxuan Sect is declining, we don't have to be too rigid about etiquette. I am Zhang Wensheng, and I am with you. This family name is a combination of coincidence and coincidence, which is rare. "

The leader spoke again, again quite cordially and without any airs at all.

But how could Zhang Zhiwen be ignorant of etiquette? He quickly clasped his fists and said: "With the master in charge, how can the disciples dare to make mistakes? Furthermore, once a teacher is a lifelong father, the disciples will never dare to cross the line."

How could Zhang Zhiwen not know what the other party meant? Although Zhang Wensheng was the leader of a declining sect, he was still the leader and a master of foundation building. Since he entered the sect, Zhang Wensheng had tried many times because Zhang Zhiwen was sent by Ling Fei. Would Zhang Wensheng be happy if he sent someone here? It’s just that I don’t dare to do anything if I’m dissatisfied.

Therefore, Zhang Wensheng planned to dry out Zhang Zhiwen, so he left him alone for three days, and then tried to test him with words, and finally let Zhang Zhiwen be equal, but Zhang Zhiwen never exceeded even half a point, and if Zhang Zhiwen went even slightly, Zhang Wensheng would definitely give him small shoes. Despite his age, this veteran is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.

Sure enough, when Zhang Wensheng heard Zhang Zhiwen's words, he suddenly laughed and said: "Hahaha, what the hell, Zhiwen, you really don't have to be so formal. Alas, if you respect me as your teacher, that's a blessing for an experienced Taoist. Well, that's right. , after so many years, you are the first disciple who makes me feel a little unpredictable. Zhiwen, have you ever thought about where you will go in the future? You must know that this is not a good place. "

Zhang Wensheng's words have already brought him closer to Zhang Zhiwen. Of course, what Zhang Wensheng said is true. He really can't see through Zhang Zhiwen.

Zhang Zhiwen pondered for a moment, and then said: "Disciple actually has nothing else to ask for, I just hope that the foundation can be established as soon as possible, and I hope that the master can help the disciple."

Zhang Zhiwen is also a man who doesn't tell secrets. He has nothing now, and there is almost no hope of building a foundation. The only person he can rely on is the veteran in front of him.

However, Zhang Wensheng did not rush to answer after hearing this. Instead, he stroked his white beard and looked at Zhang Zhiwen for a long time. Seeing that Zhang Zhiwen really wanted to ask him for something, he nodded and said, "Well, in fact, you know, I am penniless and poor. It is unrealistic to give you money to build your foundation, but it is not to say that there is no way, but..."

Zhang Wensheng was halfway through his speech, and suddenly he looked at Zhang Zhiwen, and Zhang Zhiwen also looked at Zhang Wensheng, wondering what the old Taoist was up to.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwen was quite puzzled, Zhang Wensheng continued, "It's just that you are an alchemist, and it seems that the Nine Heavens Green Sword Art may not be suitable for you. But then again, because once the Nine Heavens Green Sword Art is practiced, building a foundation will not be a problem, because it is a foundation-building art itself!"