Chapter 254 Dust

Gan Ping hurried back to Hualong Peak all the way, returned to the top of the peak, and quickly opened the prohibition all over the mountain. Looking at the flashing prohibition above his head, his heart settled down. If you are not afraid, it is a lie. Anyone who faces an opponent who has a murderous intention and is dozens of times stronger than himself will be uneasy. Thinking that he was like waiting to slaughter a lamb in front of Zhang Musheng just now, and he had no power to fight back, Gan Ping's face couldn't help but look bad. This feeling that life and death is not under his control is exactly what he hates the most. Xianlingzong, Zhang Musheng..." His eyes flashed, and Gan Ping looked at the sky outside Hualong Peak with a pale face. He stood for a long time without saying a word.

July 27th, good luck, everything is suitable. It is the right day of the sect ceremony. For more than ten thousand years, the great prosperity of that year has come to this embarrassing state step by step. Although there are some shortcomings, compared with those countless declining sects for more than ten thousand years, Bishan drums are more than the lower. You know, there is nothing that is good for a hundred days, and there is nothing immutable in the world, especially in this sophistry world. For a sect that is at least counted as a hundred years, it still exists for more than ten thousand years and does not decline. Miaocheng Sect is indeed an a strange number.

However, this sect ceremony is extremely important for the long-term prosperity of Miaocheng Sect. This sect ceremony was more than 8,000 years ago. After the rise of the ancestors in the sect, the people of the same generation also flew up one by one or fell under the disaster. At that time, Miaochengzong actually had an embarrassing situation. Although it was at the height of the day, there was a crisis of the generation. There was no other reason. Although Miaochengzong had many masters, he was really not good at teaching disciples. In addition, he had no intention to accept apprentices, so there was such an embarrassing situation.

Speaking of that generation of real people is also very courageous. At present, several rules have been set. Since then, there has been a difference between the inner and outer doors, the separation of peaks, and the Jingshuo Pavilion has been set up. No matter how high or low the achievements of the disciples in the door, they should talk about their cultivation experience and send them to the collection of Jingshuo Pavilion, and they can exchange them for some rewards.

It also set up this 30-year sect ceremony, which is held every 30 years. In addition to offering sacrifices to the ancestors of the sect, it also selects outstanding disciples in the sect and advance to personal disciples. This series of measures made Miao Chengzong, who is facing an embarrassing situation, survive the crisis step by step and reach the present.

At the most glorious moment of the second, there was a sect ceremony, in which dozens of personal disciples emerged. At that time, the Miaocheng clan's outstanding people were extremely brilliant, and the original taste can be compared with the three or two big cats and kittens. At that time, the Miaochengzong family was dominant, located in the southern wilderness of Zihua Xianfu, and its prestige could be said to be the best.

However, after the long river of time washes away the lead and the glory is gone, the rest is still the breeze and white clouds. Thousands of years are enough to make countless large and small sects disappear into the long river of time and become a legend. Miaosheng is always on the verge of decline. Thousands of years have led to the existence of families in the sect. Today's Miaocheng sect is far from the same power as before.

The looseness of power made the edge of the sect shrink. Finally, he was trapped on this Yulong Mountain. Even the second sect of the fairy mausoleum dared to bully the door. It was really in an extremely embarrassing situation. The angry real person sat on the high hall, and the door of the Lishan Hall opened. Looking from the seat of the real person in charge, the whole square of Yinxuanfeng was under a panoramic view. Countless disciples were in a hurry, and there were several female disciples who were arranging incense candles.

The smoke is rising in the huge nine-legged tripod at the gate of the Lishan Hall, making the vision of the angry real person looking outside more and more illusory. I remember that it was the sect ceremony 700 years ago. I carefully bypassed the big tripod and came to the Lishan Hall to worship the ancestors. It was the first time I came to the Lishan Hall. The real person above could not see his face clearly. At that time, I just sighed that the aura of this hidden mysterious peak was sufficient.

At that time, I was really an ignorant little boy. I only meditated and practiced swords every day. Although my life was boring and hard, I was also free. I could also teach a lesson from time to bully my younger brother from time to time, which was also a pleasure. Thinking of this, a soft arc appeared on the corners of the mouth of the angry real person sitting on the chair. At that time, the boundless brother was really slippery. The master often wandered around, and the heavy responsibility of the disciples of the discipline fell on himself. Every day, he not only had to practice by himself, but also urged the brothers to practice hard.

I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, I became the head teacher of Zeng Zongmen, and the two younger brothers were also at the top of each other, which was unimaginable in those years. It is also the sect ceremony held every 30 years, but there are only three personal disciples set up today. I am really ashamed of my ancestors. I remember that there were dozens of people who were set up as personal disciples with me in those years. Unfortunately, after hundreds of years of big waves, most of those heroes in those years have fallen and dissipated.

The world thinks that on the way to cultivate immortals, you will live a long life and be free, but they don't know the sufferings. Although life expectancy is long, the road they face is also extremely bumpy. Those who can get to their own point are all people with excellent qualifications and good luck. If not, with the long life of immortals, the immortals in Zihua Fairy House have already exceeded the number of immortals in the secular world.

The greater the ability, the heavier the burden. Immortal practitioners do not have to run for a living every day like secular people, but they have to face the infinite thorns given by the mountain of practice, eradicate all kinds of monsters that endanger one side, and suppress the demons sealed everywhere. Speaking of which, all sentient beings are suffering. Perhaps only by cultivating the immortality of the road and flying to the legendary fairyland can they get rid of their troubles.

He breathed a gentle sigh of relief, and the angry real person couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that he was too sentimental. Perhaps it was because he saw the hope of the prosperity of the sect, which made him have a lot of emotions. Thinking of this, there seemed to be a little teenager in front of the angry real person, always so gentle and unsurprising, like a scholar more than a monk.

It's ridiculous that Zhang Musheng actually wanted to take action against Gan Ping. He didn't know how many pairs of eyes stayed on Gan Ping at all. What's more, the Xiandu Fengsheng was the place where the elders understood the Lianshan I Ching. If the person who was about to become a personal disciple in the sect was killed under his eyes, where would his face go?

He curled his lips slightly, and the angry real person showed an expression that was quite inconsistent with his identity and personality. Now he is much more relaxed. With the Lianshan Yijing and the blood of the witch god offered by Ganping, the elders who were about to fall in the sect had a great grasp to break through the current realm. It can be imagined that in a few years, Miaocheng Sect will have several masters to survive the disaster. With these people, the decline of this sect will be curbed.

It's a pity that the boy's heart doesn't seem to be here. Otherwise, it can be regarded as the next person in charge of the real person's choice. Whether it is mental qualifications, it is a choice for landscape change, not to mention the unparalleled luck. Although most of the monks who can cultivate to their own realm are people with excellent luck and good luck, such luck as Gan Ping is indeed very rare. Among other things, the fire monkey with more than 50% of the blood of the mythical beast around him is enough to make Mo Lingfeng's crazy beasts red-eyed.

What's more rare is that Ganping and this fire monkey practice together day by day. Under the blood connection, it has become a symbiotic existence, regardless of each other. Speaking of this kind of spiritual beast with unlimited growth potential, the benefits for Miaochengzong far exceed that of several personal disciples. After all, I don't know how long the life expectancy of these mythical beasts is compared with immortals. If the fire monkey can break through the limits of blood in the future and really become the body of the mythical beast, it will be worry-free again for ten thousand years.