When you wake up, all the apprentices are betrayed and leave the teacher's door

After the missing villagers came back unscathed, their relatives and friends were very happy. The rumors of Xian Yu's bloodletting and breaking through the century-old battle to save people spread all over the neighborhood.

The small village is poor and remote, and the villagers are all natives for generations, so they are all simple and kind.The villagers were very grateful when they heard that the young fairy had saved everyone. Everyone thought of the poverty of Zhao Sheng's family, so they all made some efforts, and rice, grain, meat and eggs were delivered to their houses like running water.

Needless to say, Zhao Sheng took care of the master's daily life, wishing to feed the master's mouth all the food, so as to relieve his guilt.

On the contrary, Xian Yu couldn't take it anymore and kicked him out.

With the support of the villagers, Xian Yu is very arrogant now, and he no longer looks like he used to pick and search for bacon. After drinking two sips of wine, the day is very pleasant.

Besides that, there is one more good thing.

The mountain protection formation poured out by hundreds of years of spiritual power finally played a small role in Xian Yu's body.After this period of cultivation and breath adjustment, he can vaguely feel that the meridians have repaired a little bit, and maybe he can return to the level of the golden core stage with more effort.

Golden core and foundation building sound like one step away, but in fact they are very different: one is the foundation, the other is the entry.

Only after obtaining the golden elixir can one truly enter the way of cultivating immortals.After this door, there is a wider and more difficult way to reach the sky.

Although he almost lost an arm, his progress means that his meridians can be restored, which made Xian Yu very happy. He always had a smile when talking to Zhao Sheng these days.

Once the unparalleled proud son of heaven, even a person with a Buddha heart would not be willing to fall into the situation of building a foundation now.

After raising pigs like this for several days, Xian Yu's arm has almost recovered, but she often gets lazy, lying on the kang and reading a book warmly.Today, he was eating melon seeds while watching "Strange Stories of Cultivation of Immortals" that Zhao Sheng bought for him. When he was amazed, someone knocked on the bamboo door of their house.

Xian Yu looked out, and it turned out to be the village chief.

When the village chief came in with a book and a smile on his face, Xian Yu finally understood a little bit.

The village chief came to entrust them to take over the village on their behalf.

This matter was not uncommon 500 years ago, and even Xian Yu was one of the original initiators.

At that time, the demons sneaked into the people to disrupt order, because their magic power was so powerful that they were beyond the jurisdiction of the imperial court.Several major sects in the world of cultivating immortals jointly negotiated with the imperial court to come up with such a regulation, they will manage areas that the imperial court cannot control, and half of the taxes collected by the imperial court will naturally be handed over to the sect.

It is equivalent to the villagers and the imperial court paying money to ask them to maintain law and order. In peaceful times, many disciples of cultivators went down the mountain to help the villagers in the jurisdiction to do farm work, which can be regarded as experience.

This incident is not unusual, what Xian Yu did not expect is that this custom can still be preserved to this day.

"The Immortal Elder doesn't know something."

The village head is a scholar who has read some books, and he speaks very politely and respectfully, "Our village is called Daming Village. There used to be a small sect stationed in the mountain a hundred years ago to protect us from the invasion of demons. It's just that the sect many years ago It has disappeared."

"Our Daming Village is remote and remote. I went to the Immortal Dao Alliance to ask about it several times, only to find out that the sect has been cancelled, but they have not sent a new head over for a long time, and our village has become deserted. The area that was taken over..."

It turned out that many people in the village disappeared, and the village head was very worried. He wanted to go to the alliance to make more efforts, and asked them to send some people to investigate carefully. Unexpectedly, a fairy head came here.

The village head discussed with other people for several days, and finally asked the villagers for their opinions, and then solemnly brought the documents after confirming.

It's no wonder that the spirit formation has only recently taken effect.

Hundreds of years after the Ruyi Gate was closed, the sect moved here, and gradually there were villagers at the foot of the mountain. The elders of the sect guarded Daming Village and Yunshou Mountain from generation to generation until they fell.

Thinking of this, Xian Yu's tone became more cautious, "Although I have a sect, I'm the only one left in the sect now, I'm afraid..."

He didn't say the whole thing.

Zhao Shenggen's bones are not good, Xian Yu knows that he is not suitable for cultivating immortals, and now he just hangs a name under his door.

Now that Ruyimen needs to be rebuilt, Xianyu herself is still an empty shelf, and she is really not sure that she can take on such a big responsibility.

"So what about one person, what about a hundred people?"

The village head laughed and said, "The Immortal Dao Alliance said that it gathered all the heroes from all over the world, but when it comes to a remote and poor village like ours, don't they just refuse in every possible way and have no sense of responsibility? Since they look down on us, why don't we join us?" How about choosing a good tree to live in?"

"They didn't do anything. On the contrary, it was a stranger who had never known each other who took the risk to save us. The villagers of Daming Village are very grateful to you and willing to believe in you, so I came here specially..."

Xian Yu couldn't nod his head on this matter for a while, and only told the village head that he had to think about it carefully. The other party was very happy to see that there was room for maneuver in this matter, and didn't bother him any more.

After the village chief left, Zhao Sheng swept Xian Yu's paw skin on the bedside table into the dustpan, and asked in bewilderment: "Why didn't the master agree? You are in the Mahayana period, how can you not protect this small village? "

"..."

Speaking of this, Xian Yu felt very guilty.

Although Zhao Sheng is very guilty these days, he is also very puzzled about what happened that day. In his eyes, Master Zu could split Yunshou Mountain with a single sword. Injured?

It’s just that Xian Yu never explained it to him. Zhao Sheng could only attribute it to the fact that his master didn’t eat lunch that day, he was too hungry and couldn’t show his strength...

If Xian Yu knew what he was thinking, she would probably vomit blood.

"What do you know?" He continued to eat melon seeds absent-mindedly, "Even if I want to protect me, I'm powerless. I don't have a magic weapon or a sword. Could it be that I fight evil spirits with bare hands? Besides, I can't stay in Daming Village forever... ..."

Zhao Shengduo was sheltered by the villagers, so saving someone this time paid off the karma for him, but when it came to other responsibilities, Xian Yu didn't have the heart and mind to worry about them.

What he was thinking about was Ruyi Gate.

"But you said that you want the magic weapon saber, and you have to buy those things too. After signing the paperwork, we don't have to worry about money."

Zhao Sheng guessed that he was still thinking about Ruyi Gate, and persuaded him, "Think about it, to rebuild Ruyi Gate, we have to recruit new disciples, right? Does that mean we have an extra mouth to eat? Do we also have to buy the equipment used for cultivation? The disciple is here, so I have to give him an iron sword and a bronze sword anyway?"

"Tell me," he counted with his fingers, "a sword is worth a hundred copper coins, and each person's daily meals will cost ten copper coins. We don't have a third bedroom in this house." , when the time comes, the house will have to be expanded, at least three taels of silver..."

"Okay, okay, forget it."

Xian Yu had a headache when he read it, "I signed, signed the head office, right?"

When he was at Ruyimen, he was most annoyed by these trivial matters of money, and all affairs were left to his three disciples to take care of them.That kid doesn't do much in cultivation, but he is very good at calculating. From this point of view, Zhao Sheng is very similar to him...

He was lost in thought.

"That's more than that." Zhao Sheng said patiently, "This document is not something we can sign as soon as we want. Now, anyone who forms a school has to go to the Xiandao Alliance to submit a document application, first pay ten taels of silver, and check the land deed. It proves that after passing the basic test, there are at least three people in the sect, and one of them is above the Jindan stage. Only in this way can I register you, and then submit this governing document..."

"..."

Xian Yu said angrily, "Why is it so troublesome!"

He started a sect by himself, and it is considered good to provide food and lodging without asking others for money, but he still has to pay others?

There is no reason!

"That's not too much. You don't know how many people outside want to pretend to be famous, and go outside to deceive the cashier. You have to charge tuition fees for recruiting apprentices, and signing the jurisdictional documents is another sum of money that goes into the account every year...the oil and water in it can be terrible. There are too many."

Zhao Sheng coaxed carefully, "We have a land deed, and the village head Yinzi can help us make it up. You are in the Mahayana period again, so go outside and lighten up casually, so we can recruit disciples?"

Finally, he clapped his palms, "Look, how simple this matter is."

Xian Yu: "..."

Although he was too lazy to deal with it, he also admitted that Zhao Sheng was right in saying that this matter is troublesome but not troublesome, there are silver land deeds, and disciples are not difficult, only this golden core period...

Xian Yu touched his arm unconsciously, and there was still a slight tingling sensation as the aura flowed through the damaged meridians.

Forget it.

The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, if it is not possible, maybe it will be able to return to the golden elixir stage by then?He can fall asleep and wake up, why can't he fall asleep and then restore his spiritual veins?

The so-called constant change, since everything will change, just wait.

Xian Yu finally found the simplest and most convenient method from a pile of messy threads, that is-do nothing and let nature take its course.

"Go and reply to the village chief, this job..." He nodded, "I'll take it."

Zhao Sheng was born and raised in Daming Village, and he has a deep affection for the villagers. When he heard that his master finally agreed, he immediately beamed with joy, "Master, you really—"

Before the word 'good' came out, Xian Yu said coolly: "I see that you are very familiar with these matters and are proficient in human relationships. If so, I will leave these procedures to you."

"My good disciple, please don't let Master down."

Zhao Sheng opened his mouth wide, "..."

Seeing his devastated expression, Xian Yu finally felt much better, "By the way, what month is it now?"

Zhao Sheng pouted, but still answered obediently: "It's May."

"May?" Xian Yu glanced out the window, the weather was not as cold as before, but the forest was still covered with snow.He thought for a while, "Have all sects and sects started to select disciples?"

"Yes." Zhao Sheng was startled, "Master, how do you know?"

Xian Yu couldn't help smiling.

In the past, who didn't know that Siyue Xiuman was the time he set for the selection of Ruyimen disciples?All the children who seek immortality and ask questions have sharpened their heads and want to come in, but Ruyimen's selection is very strict, they don't value the root, but the fate method, and there are some who don't accept a disciple after a year.

It is also because of this that at the end of April, as soon as the Ruyimen's disciple recruitment ceremony was over, the Cultivation of Immortals sect rushed to open its doors, soliciting those good seedlings who were not selected...

Over time, the habit of accepting apprentices in May has been formed.

"Go and pack your luggage and see if you can borrow a carriage." Xian Yu got out of bed and brushed off the dust on his clothes, "We need to set off as soon as possible."

"what?"

Zhao Sheng was stunned for a moment, "Master, where are you going?"

"Where else can we go?"

Xian Yu replied naturally, "Of course it is to find the place where my lover is."

three days later.

Zhao Sheng stood dumbly at the head of Wanshan Bridge, watching the well-dressed disciples pass by them, and cast strange and questioning eyes.

And his master was busy cleaning the table, put a piece of red paper that had just finished writing, and tied a flag to the side to fix it.As soon as the wind blows, the flag rolls away, revealing the three characters 'Ruyimen'.

After Xian Yu finished her busy work, she dried the ink on the paper and handed it to Zhao Sheng, "Go, stand by the bridge, read this when you see people coming back."

Zhao Sheng took it numbly, and when he walked to the bridge, he happened to see a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy staggering out from a white light, his face was full of tears.

He opened his mouth with difficulty: "Appreciate the teacher Bao Jiedan, Ru, Ruyimen, walk around and have a look, it's not difficult to ask immortals..."

The young man gave him a resentful look with tears in his eyes, Zhao Sheng was so terrified that he couldn't read any more.

He walked back aggressively, slapped the red paper on the table, his face flushed, "Master, I don't want to read any more!"

This Wanshan Bridge is the most important test for Wan Jianzong when he selects his disciples.This bridge is treacherous and ever-changing, with difficulties and obstacles. It is said that only by stepping on it can you find the depth, distance and danger of thousands of mountains, so it is named Wanshan Bridge.

Before each examiner goes to the bridge, he will hold a spell tightly in his hand. No matter where it is, as long as he crushes it, he will return to the bridge safely.

But this also means that this assessment has completely failed.

What Xian Yu meant was to find out if anyone was willing to find another way out, and when the time came, he would look at his eyes, and if he was good, he would accept it.

"Too angry!" Zhao Sheng said angrily, "They all treat us as liars, and you are a Mahayana, why should you be so angry..."

Xian Yu raised his eyes, Zhao Sheng immediately shut his mouth and did not speak.

"So what's the matter." He unfolded the crumpled piece of paper and smoothed it out. "At the beginning, Wan Jianzong snatched the disciple from me. Isn't it fair for me to snatch it back now?"

"How can it be the same?" Zhao Sheng muttered, "We are picking up unwanted disciples..."

"Since you know you are picking up unwanted disciples, why do you still do such a scandal?"

A voice from behind cut in coldly.

Xian Yu raised her eyebrows, and saw a young man in a fine attire, with raised eyebrows, striding towards him.A badge representing the aristocratic family was hung on his chest, and behind him stood two teenagers dressed as attendants, and two young men with swords in their guards.

At first glance, it looks like a young man cultivated by a big family.

"What fart are you doing!" Zhao Sheng scolded angrily, "We behaved upright and never violated the king's law, but you are talking about what we did?!"

Although he himself felt ashamed, it was a completely different feeling when he said it from someone else's mouth.

Their ancestors have real talents and real learning! !

"Okay!" The young man was proud and arrogant, and when he saw Zhao Sheng talking back, he was also angry, "You asked me to say this!"

"Nowadays, the Immortal Dao Alliance has regulations. You need to be above the golden core stage to recruit disciples and establish a sect. The two of you are the most talented in building foundations. Violating the rules and accepting disciples privately is a crime in terms of laws."

"You are stuck on this Wanshan Bridge, deliberately looking for those young people who are not determined and lost their souls, so that they will mistakenly think that they can no longer walk on the fairy road, and can only enter your door-full of lies, unkind Righteousness, this is the second crime!"

The young man glared at him, his words were sonorous, "The law does not allow it, and the morals run counter to it, isn't this a scandal?!"

"You! Blind your dog eyes!"

Zhao was so angry that his neck turned red, "My master is clearly in the Mahayana period! Do you know that even the elder in the Wanjian sect was once—"

Before he finished speaking, Xian Yu raised his hand to stop him.

Although this young man is arrogant and domineering, he is also sincere, but his mouth is a bit bad.

He didn't feel offended, but he felt that it was fair and just for the people in the world to pick up on Daoist Yuqing's leaks; now, in turn, he is guilty and a little helpless.

"At the beginning, I was also an orphan who was not wanted by others."

He smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously, "I prospered when he was in distress, and he was proud when I was ruined. The world is just a turn of wind and water, and each has its own destiny, so don't worry about it."

"Hmph." The boy snorted coldly, "The wicked will have their own reward."

He intentionally provoked the liar 'Shizu' in front of him, trying to expose his plot, but he didn't expect that person to have a cold and handsome face, but a tepid temper, so he nodded.

"Young master is right, it's just a pity..."

The boy frowned slightly, "What's the pity?"

Xian Yu looked far away on the bridge, looked at the young man again, and smiled softly, "Young master, you have been practicing swordsmanship for several years, and you have spent so much time and effort. It's a pity that you may not be able to cross this bridge today."