Chapter 154 Qi Xiu Zhenren

Gan Ping had already noticed the breath of talk about the law when he flew under the hidden Xuanfeng. All this had been expected for a long time. The leading deacon Xiao Motian was a real middle-level master of Jindan. If he followed his group, he would definitely be found. Although Wu Yizi warned himself not to clash with spies, Gan Ping did not like the feeling of being monitored day by day. This time, it was also a small anger. Perceiling that the stalker did not follow, Gan Ping showed an imperceptible sneer at the corners of his mouth.

On that day, Wu Yi Zi told himself that he would come to Yin Xuanfeng to practice, and he was ready. On top of this sect ceremony, he had his own responsibilities. If he went, he could not get involved at all. After thinking about it, it can only be led by the predecessors of Zongmen and increase their knowledge everywhere, so it is most likely to be sent to purchase. Taoist monks live very long, and this sect ceremony is not held every year. It is held every ten years to pray to the ancestors, establish personal disciples and other affairs. Therefore, every time there are people from other sects to watch the ceremony, and they will bring the descendants of the sect to compare with each other.

Since it is so grand, this candle and fireworks are indispensable. These things can't be produced by themselves in the sect, so you have to go down the mountain to buy them. As soon as Gan Ping arrived at Yinxuanfeng, he was summoned by the silent sky. A total of 15 people drove the sword light and flew out of Yinxuanfeng and went straight down the mountain. The leader Xiao Motian was the deacon of Yin Xuanfeng. The cultivation of invisibility was already in the middle of the golden elixir. He was quite polite in his words, but Gan Ping still noticed the faint unhappiness. Obviously, he will take his own experience as a tricky errand, and he will be assigned to Xiao Motian. He must be very helpless, right?

The group of people crossed two peaks in a row with sword light. By this time, they were completely outside the Miaocheng Sect. Gan Ping only felt the open space in front of him, and a vast forest appeared in front of him. With the smiling sword light flying for about an hour, a town in front of him suddenly appeared in front of him. Gan Ping knew that this was the goal of Juzhenbao this time.

There are countless markets like this in Zihua Fairy Mansion that rely on large sects. The descendants of some practitioners are not suitable for cultivation at all. Even if they are forced to enter the practice door, they are still strong. If the family is better, and the parents are both highly cultivated, they may find ways to cut the hair and wash the marrow, but if they are an ordinary person of cultivation, there is no way. Therefore, we have to find another way out, relying on mountains, eating mountains, relying on water and water. Relying on these sects, they also have a great understanding of this cultivation. These people gathered together and started the business of this market. Of course, there are many people who are not willing to accept the status quo. While taking advantage of this business, they collect spiritual objects and try to cultivate again. Unfortunately, it is just a delusion in the heart of Jinghua Shuiyue.

This Juzhen Fort is such a place, in which there are all kinds of people, not only the descendants of practitioners who can't practice, but also many families of practitioners and vendors everywhere. Gan Ping's heart was moved when he saw these in "Xiancheng Xianxun". If he is successful in his practice, he can move the Ma family to this place, but all this is a later story. First of all, he has to go through the sect ceremony and become a real personal disciple. At that time, he can choose from the people of the Ma family. The suitable disciple, who taught immortality, lived in his own Hualongfeng.

As the sword light fell, Gan Ping saw the whole picture of Juzhenbao. The whole Juzhen Fort covers an area of more than 50 miles, and the whole wall built of blue stone surrounds the whole Juzhen Fort, which makes Ganping quite strange that there is only one gate. When he thinks about it, he can't help laughing. Most of the people who come and go to Juzhenbao are monks, all in the air, and this gate is just for the aborigines here.

The world knows that Tianling is a paradise for monsters and a gathering place for fierce beasts. However, I don't know that it is not a paradise in the Zihua Fairy Mansion. Although there are many sects in the Zihua Fairy Mansion, most of them occupy the mountain gate according to the spiritual veins. Compared with the endless mountains, they only occupy a very small part. Therefore, every year, many disciples from major sects go down the mountain to practice. Some go straight to the secular world and experience their minds, but most of them are exploring in this Zihua Fairy Mansion endlessly, looking for opportunities to enhance their cultivation. If they are lucky enough to meet a cave left by ancient cultivation, it will be a step to the sky.

This Juzhen Fort is a wall built by bluestone on all sides, which is also to prevent some low-level monsters from attacking and harassing. Those monsters that have been established by three sects such as Miaocheng Sect have been eradicated or expelled, so there are no powerful monsters.

Pressing the sword light and laughing Motian led everyone to fly straight into the city. The sword spirit like a long rainbow flashed across the sky. Those low-level monks who exude weak sword light and quickly dodged at first glance, for fear of disturbing the senior master. Gan Ping nodded secretly behind Xiao Motian. It was really easy to enjoy the cool under the big tree. In front of him, there were two sword lights that were not inferior to Xiao Motian, but they also avoided them one after another. This is the advantage of being a big clan and having a backer. When you come out of Miaochengzong, you will naturally have the style of a famous sect. It's nothing to act arrogantly.

A group of fifteen people swaggered across half of the Juzhen Fort, and then fell down in an empty space in the center. Xiao Motian turned to look at the deep disciples, glanced at Gan Pingping, who was dressed in white, and shrank slightly, showing a rather impatient look. Only then did Gan Ping notice that all the brothers around him were dressed in blue, and only he was dressed in a gold-edged white robe, which made a mistake in his heart.

Xiao Motian ignored him and assigned tasks to other disciples. Those disciples took orders one by one, leaving Gan Ping and Xiao Motian far away. Although he knew that the Xiao Motian deacon in front of him was quite distasteful of him, Gan Ping still bravely greeted him, "Qi Xiu Zhenren, do you have any work to arrange for me?" This Xiao Motian's seven-cultivation sword in his hand is extremely powerful. When he practiced in those years, he also broke into a great reputation, so he had the elegant name of Qixiu Zhenren.

Gan Ping worshipped Wu Yizi as his teacher. In fact, according to his generation, it is not an exaggeration to call him a brother, but the name of his own disciple in front of him has not been officially established, and his cultivation is too low. This brother really can't be said. In fact, the embarrassment of the two is also here. Hearing Gan Ping's name, Xiao Motian's face looked a little better. He must be his proud name. Moreover, although the boy in front of him is low-cultivated, he also knows etiquette. If he doesn't come up, he will call him brother, which makes him feel better.

Slightly meditated and said with a smile, "It's your first time to come to Juzhenbao, and you are not familiar with it everywhere. There happens to be a group or I'm going to get in touch with you. Brother Gan, come with me." Since Gan Ping is so interesting, Xiao Motian can't be flat-faced anymore, and this name has also become Brother Gan. A monk like him, who has been practicing in the sect for a long time and ignores foreign things, is also quite simple. Since people respect me a foot, I will respect others. Although this boy's cultivation is really a little shabby, he is about to sacrifice to his ancestor, establish the name of his own disciple, and hold the peak alone. The relationship should not be too rigid.

Gan Ping did not dare to neglect. He quickly followed Xiao Motian and walked to a low shop not far away. The facade of the shop is not big, and there is nothing special about the black hole. There is a long table inside, and a middle-aged man on it is calculating. Gan Ping looked around and saw that most of the four outer walls were made of materials such as runes. Obviously, this store mainly sells runes and paper.

Xiao Motian stepped forward and said to the boss, "Boss Zhang, have you prepared the 3,000 silver leaf rune paper I ordered a few days ago, 200 moon wolves long pens, and the 100 catties of best cinnabar?" The shopkeeper was counting something. When he heard the voice, he quickly looked up and smiled quickly and said, "Oh, it's the laughing deacon. It's really glorious. Come on, sit here, little Qingzi, go and get two cups of the best spiritual tea!"

There was a simple and honest promise. In a short time, a loyal and burly teenager brought out two cups of fragrant tea. The elder saw Gan Ping's disciple's clothes, and his eyes lit up. He quickly took a cup of fragrant tea and asked him to sit down. Gan Ping thought for a moment and stood behind the smiling sky of tea tasting.

Seeing that Gan Ping insisted on doing this, Boss Zhang didn't receive much, so he had to sit down and said to Xiao Motian, "Xiao Deacon, this batch of goods is quite difficult to deal with. The silver leaf rune paper and the moon wolf long pen are not bad, but it's just this best cinnabar..."