Zanxing

On the banks of the Lixiu River, an egret flew over the water, leaving a little ripple.

On the plum tree by the bank, the plums are already ripe. Pick it up, clean it, soak it in well water, it tastes sweet and sour, and then serve it with a cup of fragrant tea. The monks in the Golden Tower love to quench their thirst in summer.

A year has passed since the flood.

The dead will not come back to life, and the flooded houses and fields will not be restored overnight. If a person is seriously ill, he always needs to rest slowly.

Many sects were damaged in this flood. But this year, Zongmen Zhong still sent its disciples down the mountain to help ordinary people repair their homeland destroyed by the flood.

Whether it is a human race or a demon race, a monk or a mortal, in the face of natural disasters, everyone is equal, regardless of you or me.

Fortunately, the capital city is gradually returning to life.

The most obvious one is that the spiritual veins that have been gradually weakened and depleted over the years have become full and agile again. Duzhou is full of spiritual energy, and the monks are much better than before. It is precisely because of this that more and more loose cultivators or disciples with outstanding spiritual roots have joined the sects, and the major sects have also begun to recruit new people.

The old people go, and the new people will slowly appear. The world comes and goes, joys and sorrows, always like this.

Not long ago, the Taiyan Sect also included a group of new disciples, and a selection competition was still held in Pingyang Town. The young boys and girls embarked on the square stage with a beautiful vision of the road to immortality, and began the long journey of immortality.

Today is the day when new disciples first enter the sect.

In the main hall of Gufeng Mountain, the golden statue with benevolent eyes and benevolent eyes holds a whisk and looks down at sentient beings with a smile.

The new disciples jumped down from the spirit boat, unable to contain their excitement, they looked around at the surrounding scenery. After bypassing the main hall, a cluster of waterfalls fell from the cliff and sprinkled pieces of silver beads. A white-robed boy with a silver gun walked by with a gun, and when he heard the movement, he paused and turned to look.

His appearance is beautiful, his eyebrows and eyes are clean and distinct, and when his eyes swept over, it was like a frost on the autumn moon, faintly wanting to disperse.

As if looking at someone else.

Uncle Master. The man who led the new disciple off the spirit boat carried the axe on his shoulders and greeted him cheerfully. The young man nodded lightly, turned and left.

The crowd behind him boiled.

The female disciples looked at the young man's back and asked the man, Senior brother, you just called this immortal elder and uncle, is he from our sect?

The man smiled heartily: Yes, he is the seventh uncle in our sect.

Seventh Master Uncle? The young female disciple blushed a little and said with a smile, If only I could worship him.

Forget it. The old disciple kindly reminded, Our little uncle has a bad temper.

Another little girl stepped forward and said with a smile: That's okay, who told him to be good-looking?

The man put the golden axe on his shoulders, and glanced at the little girls who were talking enthusiastically, ruthlessly shattering their illusions: Don't be delusional about being good-looking, people already have famous flowers and owners.

The female disciple who first spoke was taken aback for a moment: Who is it?

Well, it's a fairy.

Fairy? Someone gathered around, curious, Does she look beautiful?

The mountains in the distance are ups and downs, and the breeze blows, blowing over a forest of green waves.

The man looked into the distance and smiled, smiling, his eyes a little disappointed: Yeah, she looks very beautiful.

She is the most beautiful girl in the world.

In the main hall, Meng Ying was discussing with everyone about the sect meeting next month.

Shaoyang Zhenren has become weaker and weaker since he hit the Ruins of Jinmen. Over the years, he forcibly used Yuan force to maintain the flow of the spiritual veins on Gufeng Mountain, and then healed Gu Baiying and burned Shouyuan to inquire about immortal hexagrams. Back then, the people in the sect said that he would retreat at every turn, but he was actually warming up his damaged spiritual roots.

With his current cultivation base, in this life, I am afraid that he will not have a chance with Feisheng.

However, he should also not want to fly.

Fortunately, Meng Ying has been trained as the future head of the Taiyan faction over the years, and has long been able to take charge of herself. Now that the real Shaoyang was gradually retreating behind, Meng Ying naturally stepped forward. Negotiating with the major sects, the continuation and development of the Taiyan faction in the future will be handed over to Meng Ying.

After the flood, many sects were damaged.

Among them, the most debilitating one should be Chihuamen.

At the beginning, the spiritual veins of the various factions in the capital were exhausted, and the Chihuamen was the most depleted. Because of this, the disciples of Daoist Spiritual Heart are inferior to each other from one generation to the next. Among the youngest generation, there are not even a few who can look directly at them. If it goes on like this, it will only be a matter of time.

Their sect's style is also not right. When the flood came, many young disciples even left their sect and ran for their lives alone.

Although the spiritual energy of Duzhou has recovered, the spirit of Chihuamen has dissipated. Even if there is a spiritual Taoist in charge, it is not easy to rise. It is a pity that Kong Tan Laojun was willing to give up the way of ascension for Duzhou, and stopped before ascending to Xiantai, saving countless lives in Duzhou, but could not save the fate of the sect's decline.

In comparison, Yinfengzong is much better than them.

After the aura recovered, more spirit stones were mined in Yinfengzong's veins. However, after the previous incident, Fu Ronghua ordered the sect to not be extravagant and wasteful, and advocated the style of frugality. It is even more so that Guangfa Lingshi helped the disaster victims in the city. For a time, Yinfengzong's reputation among the people of Duzhou rose as if sitting on a spirit boat. Especially the disciples of Yinfeng Sect, the people praised them for their kindness and money, and they deserved to be rich.

After all, the major sects are now starting the competition from the beginning again, and the cultivation base is temporarily unable to distinguish the winner, so it is not bad to get a good reputation first.

The Xiangling Sect was still the same as before. Rong Shuang used to be strict with the disciples. After this incident, the disciples in the sect practiced more and more diligently. He also walked more frequently with the Taiyan faction, and those quarrels that had been between life and death suddenly became trivial matters. The heads of the two sects had a clear breeze and bright moon in their hearts, but the chats among the disciples in the Naihe sect became more and more excessive, and they all speculated that the real Shaoyang and the head of Rong Shuang were going to continue the front line and reunite.

This is of course impossible.

After all, after the previous incident, any kind of love and love, divided and combined, is not worth mentioning in front of the Great Way of Life. The young and new disciples still have their hearts and minds, but the old disciples know that it is more important to practice diligently for the present.

However, there are one or two that are different.

Mu Zhangxiao slipped in through the back door of the main hall carrying a basket of cakes. Now Meng Ying is no different from the head of the Taiyan faction, and she is very busy with daily affairs. Sometimes Mu layerxiao can't see her for several days.

Meng Ying, who was reading the documents at the table, saw him coming in, and was slightly startled: Brother priest?