Chapter 66 Worshiping into Qingxuzong
A white figure slowly came from a distance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with an elegant and refined face, as if otherworldly fireworks, a white dress fluttering slightly in the wind.
All the men and women present turned their attention to the girl.
The people who were surrounded by a few female cultivators and worked hard to perform, suddenly felt dull.
When Wang Hong saw this woman, he felt ashamed for the first time in his life.
Perhaps other people also feel this way. They are as thick-skinned as a pockmarked monk, and they don’t have the courage to strike up a conversation at the moment.
This woman seemed to have gotten used to this kind of gaze from everyone, and walked slowly in front of the monk of Qingxu Sect.
"Brother, I am here to report."
The young monk who received her was a little at a loss for a while. He didn't expect to have a chance to talk to the other party.
He didn't know whether he should put his hands on the sides to look more handsome, or whether it would be more graceful to put his hands behind his back. Anyway, he felt that his hands were a bit redundant at this time, and it felt unnatural to put them there.
He didn't know how to organize the language to answer for a while, so he had to appear gentle and elegant, with connotation, and it would be better to be humorous.
"The letter... the token, go there and wait, you...you give it to me."
Finally, the young monk, with his fingers intertwined with each other, blushed, stammered, and uttered something that even he himself didn't know what it was about.
The woman in white smiled sweetly, and this smile was like a hundred flowers blooming.
The young monk on the opposite side was flushed, scratching the back of his head with one hand, and didn't know how to speak.
But the woman in white also guessed what he meant, handed the token to him for inspection, and then walked towards the crowd by herself.
The woman in white walked towards the crowd where Wang Hong was. Wherever she went, the crowd made way for her.
Finally she stopped at the side of the crowd.
At this time, several male cultivators with high self-esteem stepped forward to strike up a conversation.
The female cultivator in white didn't reject people thousands of miles away, she just replied a few words politely, with a detached demeanor.
Time passed quietly while waiting.
Two hours later, the number of people arrived.
A purple-robed monk from the Qingxu Sect sacrificed a small and delicate flying boat. The small boat flew into the air and grew to a size of more than ten feet.
Several black-clothed monks greeted everyone to board the boat, and Wang Hong also jumped up with the crowd, and his feet landed on the flying boat, as stable as standing on flat ground.
He looked around carefully, the entire airship was about fifteen feet long and eight feet wide.
There are four cannons on the strings on each side of the ship. It looks scary, but I don’t know how powerful it is?
It seems that this airship is not only as simple as transportation, but also has combat functions.
In addition to a hall, there are dozens of lounges in the ship cabin.
Every two people are allocated a rest room, and Wang Hong happened to be assigned to the same rest room as the pockmarked monk.
Cultivator Pocky Face is an acquaintance. He first introduced himself briefly when they met. His surname is Sun Minger, and then he opened his mouth.
First, he talked about how he killed all directions in Heilongze, and how he flourished in Qingxu City. He has countless friends, and all of his friends are either powerful or well-born.
When Sun Er mentioned for the third time that he had an irresistible relationship with a nephew of a certain Jindan cultivator, Wang Hong couldn't stand it, so he found an excuse to leave the lounge.
Sun Er licked his dry lips, still a little unfinished, and shouted behind Wang Hong.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, you and I hit it off right away, let's talk later."
He couldn't help but want to pull out the flying sword and chop the opponent.
He walked out of the cabin, stood on the deck, and took a deep breath.
It was the first time in my life to fly at an altitude of hundreds of feet, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing above my head, and the lofty mountains flying behind my feet.
Immediately, the boredom in my heart disappeared, my chest was open-minded, and the world was vast, compared with myself, I was like a drop in the ocean.
The next day at dawn, Wang Hong, who was sitting cross-legged on the deck, opened his eyes, and a huge mountain peak appeared in front of him, shrouded in clouds and mist, emitting colorful rays of light under the sunshine of Qingchen.
Here is the main peak of Qingxu Mountain Range, where the sect of Qingxu Sect is located.
The flying boat stopped at a huge square at the foot of the mountain, and everyone got off the flying boat one by one, and stood in one place under the leadership of the purple-robed monk of Qingxuzong.
Several groups of people had come to the square before, and they were all standing in various places under the leadership of some purple-robed monks. It should be disciples recruited from other cities.
While Wang Hong and the others were waiting, they flew back to some airships one after another, from which there were at least dozens and at most hundreds of people.
Now it seems that the group of Wang Hong and the others from Qingxu City is the largest, with a total of 160 to 70 people.
Near noon, the monks standing in the square waiting suddenly felt a strong coercion, which only appeared for a moment, and then put away, but it also shocked everyone in the square.
Then I saw a yellow ray of light descending from the peak, and landed on the high platform in front of the square, and a figure appeared.
Wang Hong has seen several Foundation Establishment cultivators before, and the coercion they exude is completely different from what he saw just now.
Furthermore, the Foundation Establishment cultivator can't use the escape method to fly directly. Judging from this, the person who came should be a big man in the Golden Core stage.
"My old man, Ling Yuan, the elder of Qingxu Sect, welcome everyone to Qingxu Sect. My Qingxu Sect has been established for tens of thousands of years and has countless inheritances of various types.
As one of the six major sects, it naturally has great strength. Now there are dozens of Jindan monks, thousands of foundation-building monks, and hundreds of thousands of Qi-training monks in this sect. "
Everyone in the square was excited at this time, proud of joining a powerful sect.
Ling Yuan was very satisfied when he saw the performance of the people below, stroked his long beard, and said some encouraging words.
The people in the square were very excited. It is estimated that if they are asked to work for the sect at this time, they will be unambiguous, and it will be regarded as an honor instead.
Wang Hong sighed secretly, he really is a senior, he can fool everyone with just a few words, and he still has a lot to learn.
Ling Yuan said some words of encouragement, then turned into a ray of light and flew away, leaving behind a crowd of enthusiastic new disciples.
Of course, the remaining trifles can no longer bother the Golden Core cultivator.
Several purple-robed monks each hold a small magic weapon, and a light curtain is projected from the magic weapon, a total of seven light curtains.
Qingxuzong has a total of seven peaks, named after the Big Dipper, namely Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Tianquan, Tianji, Yuheng, Tianshu, and Tianxuan.
At this time, the names of the seven peaks are written on the seven light curtains, and a bunch of people's names are displayed below.
Everyone looks for his name on the light curtain, and when he finds his name, he stands under the light curtain.
Wang Hong found his name appeared on the light curtain of Kaiyang Peak, so he stood under the light curtain of Kaiyang Peak honestly.
He found that the pockmarked Sun Er was also under this light curtain.
At this time, she was blowing vigorously in front of a female nun, and she only nodded when she saw Wang Hong coming, and then continued to blow vigorously.
The total number of disciples who worshiped Qing Xuzong this time is about 2,000 people, and now there are more than 300 people under each light curtain.
At this moment, a square-faced and serious purple-robed monk came up to him. He shouted loudly: "The disciples of Kaiyang Peak follow me."
After speaking, he strode away in one direction, and everyone hurriedly followed.
At this time, the other peaks were similar, and they went to their respective peaks under the leadership of the purple-robed monk.
(end of this chapter)