Twelve years ago, Gu Qingling had this question. He didn't know why Tianji Pavilion released the list before the Immortal Ascension Conference. Today he finally asked.

This question seemed simple, but after all, it was the secret of Guan Tianji Pavilion, and he didn't know whether he should ask it.

Daokong didn't feel that he had crossed the line when he heard Gu Qingling's question. He tilted his head and thought carefully, looking a little cute.

"Pindao was once as confused as sir, but this may be the confidence of the pavilion master!" Daokong's mouth showed a row of white teeth, "The list compiled by the pavilion master has never been wrong in the slightest.

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"Why didn't you choose to participate in the Ascension Conference twelve years ago? Is it really because your name is not on the list?"

Daokong smiled. After saying this, he turned around, always looking so enigmatic.

"This group of heroes is just for fun. You can just take a look at it. You don't need to take it seriously. I hope that during the Immortal Ascension Conference, sir, you won't deliberately slack off just to find out whether these heroes are real or fake!"

After he said this, he jumped lightly, and a white light carried him away on the wind.

This time everyone saw clearly that what he was wielding was not a sword or a crane, but a cluster of clouds.

This is the real immortal!

When Gu Qingling saw Daokong disappearing, a smile appeared on his lips.

Yes, if Gu Qingling had participated in the Ascension Conference twelve years ago, he would have been sure to get a spot among the ten.

But he didn't, not because he did it on purpose, but during those days, he was reaching the peak of Golden Immortal.

However, he was too eager for quick success and instant gain but failed in his first attempt at the Golden Immortal Peak. He did not succeed until two years later, which was when he came out and destroyed the Sky Eagle Sect.

Tianji Pavilion not only calculated that he would not participate in the Immortal Ascension Conference, but also calculated that his retreat would fail.

The master of Tianji Pavilion is probably the real monster!

People in Jianghu are called one of the four major sects of Dong Shu Mountain, Xi Jian Sect, Nan Bikong and Bei Tian Mountain.

Shushan Mountain is different from Kunlun Fairy Mountain. It does not have such strong fairy and spiritual energy, and looks more down-to-earth.

If we say how big the Tianshan Sect is, the entire hundred-mile Kunlun Ruins can be called the territory of the Tianshan Sect, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Shushan Mountain is different. It only has twelve peaks, of which only four are the main peaks, but each one is enough to reach straight into the sky. From a distance, it looks like the four fingers of an immortal.

Except for the four peaks of Wuwang Peak, Wuai Peak, Wuyou Peak and Wuliang Peak, the other peaks are inaccessible and infested with ferocious beasts and poisonous insects. However, they are also home to outstanding people and contain countless rare and rare herbs.

Wuliang Peak, outside Wuliang Pavilion, two young disciples wearing light blue robes were slowly walking up the bluestone steps carrying two plates.

These were two children who looked to be only 17 or 8 years old. Their cultivation level was not high, and they were only at the Golden Core stage.

There is a bowl of white rice and two side dishes on the plate in one hand, and a cup of scented tea in the other hand. You can smell the fragrance of chrysanthemum flowers and leaves inside through the tea lid.

They seemed to be here to deliver food to the people in Wuliang Pavilion, but looking at their solemn expressions and cautious postures, the people in this room must not be so easy to mess with.

"Slow down, don't spill the scented tea." The young disciple who was carrying the food saw the tea cup in another disciple's hand bouncing up and down, and was about to spill the tea, so he couldn't help but scold him.

"It doesn't matter if it spills. I'm sure Senior Brother won't drink it." The disciple was unwilling to be outdone, but still slowed down.

"Chang Qi, tell me what happened to Senior Brother. How majestic he was back then. Who could compete with him except Yu Ziqing of the Tianshan Sect? Why did he suddenly become so decadent!"

"Who knows." Little Taoist Chang Qi shook his little head and sighed softly, "Well, if the senior brother is still the same as he was twelve years ago, how will it be the turn of monk Wu Nian to sit at the top of the gold list?

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Shushan has naturally received the list of heroes from Tianji Pavilion, but the head priests have never cared about who is number one. Only the young disciples will chat inadvertently when they are free.

"Do you think our senior brother will suddenly fall into the devil's path like Yu Ziqing fifteen years ago?" Chang Qi suddenly remembered something terrible, and his voice suddenly became louder.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Chang Yi was startled by this question and quickly covered his mouth with one hand.

Just as they were talking, the two of them had arrived in front of an elegant room in Wuliang Pavilion.

The pillars of the house are made of mahogany, and the door is made of sandalwood sandpaper. It looks like it can be broken with a punch and is extremely weak.

What's funny is that this door that looks like it can be broken down with a kick actually has a large one-foot-long lock hanging on it, as if to prevent people in the room from coming out.

Little Taoist, no, his name is Chang Yi.

Chang Yi put his ear to the thin screen window, and when he was sure that there was a slight voice coming from inside, he took out a finger-long key from his arms and gently opened the door.

As soon as the lock of the sandalwood door was opened, a figure burst out of the door and bumped into Chang Yi and Chang Qi who were about to enter the room.

The two plates they were holding flew into the sky, the rice and side dishes rolled in the air, and the scented tea in the teacups spilled out. Together with the porcelain, they drew an arc in the air and fell towards the ground.

Seeing that they were about to be smashed to the ground in the next second, Chang Yi and Chang Qi turned pale, and stretched out their hands in a panic to catch the bowls and cups that fell to the ground.

The figure had already taken the lead. With a twist of his feet, he caught the plate in Chang Yi's hand. The bowl of rice and side dishes seemed to be attracted by a huge force, and they returned to the bowl and fell gently.

onto the plate in his hand.

Then he stretched out his long and strong fingers to hold the tea cup. He searched for the moon in the sea and collected all the spilled scented tea into the cup without leaking a drop.

It is said that water cannot be recovered, but in his eyes, what counts as spilled water?

"Elder brother." Chang Yichang saw that both tea and rice had been saved, and then he calmed down and saw the figure clearly.

He was not wearing the dark blue Taoist robe of Shushan. Instead, he was wearing a gray-white long coat with several peonies tattooed on it. It looked like it was worn by a handsome young man from some family.

It's just that his eyes can't be opened, the stubble of different lengths on his chin, and the look of decadence and vicissitudes of life on his face make it impossible to guess how old he is.

If no one said who he was, I'm afraid no one would recognize that the great disciple of Shushan, Li Zongsheng, was the genius boy twelve years ago.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your help. Please come back to the room." Chang Yi clasped his fists and saluted with a respectful voice.

Li Zongsheng didn't seem to hear it. He still looked like he hadn't woken up. The pungent smell of alcohol all over his body made people suspect that he hadn't woken up but had drunk too much.

At this moment, he squinted and looked at the cup of scented tea in his hand. The golden chrysanthemum leaves in it were floating slowly, like a dancing chrysanthemum fairy.

The tea is yellow-green, exuding a refreshing color.

"Good tea, good tea." He praised softly, raised the cup and drank it all.

Chang Yi stared at Chang Qi next to him with wide eyes. Just now he was betting that Li Zongsheng would not drink this cup of scented tea.

However, the two of them brought tea and rice for seven days in a row, but he didn't eat even a drop of water, and he never touched anything else except wine.

After drinking this cup of tea, Li Zongsheng seemed to have sobered up. His originally squinted eyes opened slightly, with light shining inside, and he looked at the two of them up and down.

Is this the glory of being the first person on the gold list back then? Even just one look was enough to make the two young disciples feel an invisible sense of oppression coming towards them.

"Who are you two?"

"Reporting to Senior Brother, we are disciples of Elder Lu De, Chang Yi and Chang Qi. We have been ordered by our master to take care of Senior Brother's food and drink for this month."

Chang Yi bent over, and he saw Chang Qi next to him standing there as if he was stupid, so he quickly poked him. Only then did Chang Qi react and imitate Chang Yi and buried his head.

"Oh, are you the disciple of that old guy from Canggu again? This old-fashioned old man." Li Zongsheng said lazily, and even stretched out his little finger to press his nostrils.

"Since senior brother has finished drinking tea and has sobered up from the wine, please ask senior brother to return to the room!" Chang Yi didn't pay too much attention to Li Zongsheng's rude words, because even in this state, he is still the most loved by the head and elders.
Chapter completed!