Chapter 20 Daomen Cave

The troops were sent everywhere with great fanfare in Southern Qi.

South China will naturally not be calm. South China is very large, and the territory of Southern Qi only occupies a quarter of it. In addition to places like Nanhuang, there are also some places where people live that are not under the control of Nanqi.

Those lands nominally belong to Dazhou, but in fact, under the control of the strongest local forces, they only need to ensure that they can pay enough taxes every year. There are many places like this in the middle of China, the most typical of which is the Seven Gate School.

The seven sects all have their own sects, but the sects will change. Therefore, in order to ensure the true inheritance of the sects, the seven sects also have a detached place, that is, the place of inheritance. The place where the inheritance is located is the forces of the seven sects. People know that they belong to the seven sects. , but it is difficult to find a place of inheritance.

Now, on the top of a mountain in South China, all the way up, after the stone-paved ladder is also interrupted, on the sea of clouds, in a simple and even dilapidated temple-style building, three figures stand on the hall inside.

The ground of the earth was rough stone slabs with traces of long years. A thin old man sat on the stone platform on one side, breathing slowly, like a stone sculpture. He had no reaction to the three people who came, but a mythical beast stood up behind the stone platform.

The white body, the powerful black lines, a pair of golden eyes, and the fangs exposed in the slightly open mouth, the white tiger stood up almost as tall as two adult men, but it just looked at the three quietly.

"Senior, you are all the better."

When one person opened his mouth first, the white hair tied with a bun, and the immortal style bone was the heart of the sword of Canglan Mountain. At that time, it was one of the rare sword cultivation, and naturally followed him by Yun Yazi and Bai Longzi. The three of them went to the white tiger and the thin old man.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, Jianxinzi."

When the white tiger opens his mouth and speaks, his tone is very natural and even has a cooperative expression. It doesn't look like a tiger at all, but all such rare beasts have a certain wisdom. After practicing, he can naturally speak. Thinking about Ren Xu at the beginning, he ate from a grizzly bear into a sea of trees...

"All the elders are waiting for you. Go in."

After saying this, Bai Hu walked back to the original ground and squatted down. In front of Jianxinzi and others, the door hidden under the shadow slowly opened. Behind the door was a white fog, and nothing could be seen clearly. Bai Longzi's eyes showed surprise. He was the first time he came here.

Jianxinzi took a look at the thin old man who had not moved, and didn't say much. He shook his sleeve robe and took Yun Yazi and Bai Longzi in. When they stepped into the gate, the white fog fluctuated a little, but soon calmed down with the disappearance of the three people...

The hall has regained peace...

Green mountains and rivers, clusters of cranes, pavilions and pavilions are surrounded by mountains and rivers. From time to time, people sit anywhere and meditate. A trace of nostalgia appeared in the eyes of Jianxinzi and Yun Yazi, and only Bai Longzi was still surprised.

This is the inheritance place of Taoist Gate, Dongfu Wonderland. The people in the Taoist gate can finally fly up, remove all the dust of the world, wave their hands to rain and dew, and wave their hands to build a fairyland. This fairyland was jointly established by several immortals at the beginning. It is placed on the top of the mountains in a way that is wrapped in the universe. There is no way to come and go. Only those who are recognized by the Taoist gate can enter and exit, such as Taoism The elder of the door...

"I'm afraid it won't be so easy to say this time."

Although Jianxinzi was the head of the Taoist sect Canglan Mountain, there was no smile on his face at this time. He walked along the stone road paved with Yun Yazi and Bai Longzi. The Taoist priests he met along the way greeted him. He also saluted him one by one, and Yun Yazi's face also had no expression.

"No matter what, Canglan Mountain can't fall."

Yun Yazi said that he is now in a super first-class state, and his creation is about to reach the realm of harmony between heaven and man. In his mind, even the sword heart of the head is slightly inferior to him.

"Canglan Mountain, if only the black and white were still there, but it's a pity that he went to the sea of trees. I shouldn't have let him go at the beginning. Even if he is locked up, it's better than going down the mountain..."

Jian Xinzi sighed. More than a year ago, he knew the news of the black and white son through Yun Yazi, and the news of Yun Yazi was still told by Ren Xu. Although it is now on the opposite side, Ren Xu did not forget the entrustment of the black and white son, but did not explain the life and death of the black and white son. However, Shenmu Shuhai For tens of millions of years, it has been a place where nine people die, and Yun Yazi and Jianxinzi have no hope.

In the middle of the conversation, the three have come to the edge of a cliff. In front of them are long ladders that are not connected but lined up in a straight line. At the end of this veritable ladder is a palace with green bricks and tiles, carved dragons and phoenixes. Just looking at it like this makes people feel irresistible.

The three climbed the ladder, walked all the way, passed the gate of the palace, entered the main hall, walked through the corridor, walked into the courtyard, and finally came to a place like a paradise.

Four old people, four old people with crane hair and childlike faces, are sitting on a blue stone and looking at the sword heart that came in. The sword heart also respectfully salutes the four people. The sword heart is now more than 100 years old, but each of the four old people in front of him is over 500 years old. They It is the real power of Taoism.

"Jianxinzi, you know what we came to you for."

On the bluestone next to the highest waterfall, the old man dressed in blue and brushing dust said with a smile, his tone was calm and even kind.

"Are you going to hold a sect selection?"

The heart of the sword was also very calm, but Yun Yazi and Bai Longzi behind him raised their eyebrows. The other three old people looked at Yun Yazi with deep meaning, but did not say anything.

"Jianxinzi, it has been a hundred years since your master immortals went, and it is also time to hold the choice of the sect. Since 50 years ago, Canglan Mountain has become more and more unable to support the whole door. Every situation is getting worse and worse. I think it's time for Canglan Mountain to abdicate.

The old man shook the dust and looked at Jian Xinzi, as if he wanted to see something from the face of this descendant, but Jian Xinzi was still calm.

"Canglan Mountain is the foundation of Taoist sect. It has been the head of Taoist sect for thousands of years. The temporary dormant is just for the take-off of others. Why are the elders so anxious?"

In the end, the heart of the sword shook his sleeve robe and stood proudly. The demeanor of a generation of sect leaders suddenly appeared, and the previous humility was all turned into nothing at this moment. Seeing him like this, the four elders laughed instead, not laughing, but sincerely laughing.

"This is our sword heart. You never paid attention to us old guys. You traveled around the world with swords and were romantic and happy."

"Yes, I thought you made a mistake in your practice and your brain hardened."

said, but Jianxinzi just smiled indifferently and did not mention the past.

"In this case, you have to explain why the Taoist sect, the thousand-year-old Canglan Mountain, should turn to a small Tiangan Gate."

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere changed again. Yun Yazi's expression stiffened and looked up at the four elders in front of him. There was no smile on their faces.

They are angry.

The originally galloping waterfall gradually slowed down, and finally stopped simply, as if it had frozen. Even the falling leaves stopped in the air, and everything seemed to be frozen.

Yun Yazi knows that they are waiting for the answer...

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