"This Taoist Priest Huang Yi is only a fifth-generation disciple of Lingyun Sect. He is young, not much older than me, and he is already able to fly with weapons. Not long ago, Xue'er was able to achieve such an achievement——"
Huang Yi in front immediately raised the corners of his lips, showing a slightly proud look. But Yue Yu couldn't help but let out a snort, and was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
Seeing Chu Xue, he looked at him in confusion. The face of the 'Taoist Huang Yi' in front of him also made him extremely uncomfortable. Zong Shou simply explained in a low voice.
"Xue'er, you are so rare and strange. What kind of magical weapon is flying in the air? It's just that this magic weapon is a little extraordinary!"
As soon as he stepped on it, a strong force was released, blowing away all the surrounding clouds. As expected, he saw densely packed runes being drawn underneath.
Chuxue only took one glance and realized that this spiritual formation was indeed the work of an expert. Moreover, it seemed that all its functions had been eliminated and could only be used for flying. Moreover, the control was extremely inflexible, and it seemed that it could only move up and down and in a small range.
Escape.
Such an almost useless magic weapon can be controlled by even a small psychic level spiritual practitioner, not to mention a master at the level of weapon master.
There was a slight blush on his face, and then Chu Xue also smiled. Huang Yi in front was also a little embarrassed. However, this man's face had obviously reached a certain level. In just a blink of an eye, he returned to normal, and he only looked at Zong Shou in surprise.
Zong Shou originally wanted to add a few more words, but then he thought about what he was arguing with this junior from the Yun Ling Sect. In the end, he smiled "Hey" and said nothing.
The spiritual master's practice is divided into nine realms. These nine realms can be roughly divided into three stages, corresponding to the three rounds of heaven, earth and man of the warrior.
The three realms of calming the mind, observing the soul, and nourishing the spirit are the psychic stages. You can use and make talismans, as well as some extremely powerful Taoist techniques.
The three realms of leaving the body, traveling at night, and returning to the sun are the weapon mastering stage in Chu Xue's words, where one can control and make magic weapons. If one is in the period of low spiritual energy, this weapon mastering level is basically the top level of spiritual cultivation.
The last three realms of day travel, body shaping, and true form are the spirit control stages. You can control the spirits in all directions at will, and you can perform Taoist magic without the cooperation of formulas and hand seals. Every move you make has great power.
In his previous life, what these Lingyun Sect disciples liked most was to use this special magic weapon to pretend to be weapon masters to put up a good appearance.
However, as the truth spreads among players, it can only be used to scare newcomers and system characters.
At about 10,000 feet high, Huang Yi showed his hand seals again and uttered the word "Yin". The "clouds" fell forward.
The terrain here is extremely flat. It is a platform protruding from the mountainside, with a space of ten thousand feet, and directly in front of it is a huge Taoist palace.
Outside the gate of the Taoist palace, there were dozens of Taoists standing. There were also a group of children, all lined up in a neat row, all with solemn expressions.
Huang Yi descended in front of the palace gate, and immediately turned to an old Taoist dressed in silver and said: "Uncle Lin, the demon king of Qiantian Mountain, Wei Ran, wants his son to worship under our sect. There is Ling Yun.
Zhu Ling is here, and my disciples dare not stop him!"
The old Taoist's eyes were half-opened and half-closed. He didn't look sideways until Huang Yi finished speaking. Yin Yang also raised the token with the opportunity. The former's eyes flashed, then he nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves and said: "I know.
Well, just go and look for the first one. But the old man Lingweizi is not in Yueling Pavilion now. He should have gone to Yuling Dao Palace——"
Huang Yi bowed deeply again, and then walked towards the door. Zong Shou followed slowly, but as soon as he stepped into the door, a cold snort came from the group of children: "Qian Tianshan Zong clan, are you so great? What I dislike the most is this kind of person who relies solely on the protection of his predecessors!"
Zong Shou blinked and looked into the crowd. This sight immediately made him feel slightly frightened.
In addition to the annual general election for the founding of the mountain, the Lingyun Sect also has specialized manpower to search for talents from all over the cloud world. It selects talented people and brings them directly to the mountain to become inner disciples.
These young children, who are no more than fourteen at most, should be the geniuses collected by Lingyun Sect from all over the world.
I didn't pay much attention to it before, but when I looked carefully now, I immediately discovered a dozen people who would become famous in the cloud world in the future. Three or five of them, as NPCs in the God Emperor game ten thousand years later, had something to do with him. They had fought against each other. Of course, they were just virtual characters created by the computer based on classical records recorded by the developers, not the real person. Moreover, the looks he looked at were slightly contemptuous.
However, the person who just made the sarcastic remarks didn't notice it.
The Taoists around him also smiled, pretending they didn't hear anything and ignored him. Huang Yi did the same and walked forward. Only Su Chuxue was a little angry.
Zong Shou burst out laughing. The style of Lingyun Sect disciples has always been like this. They look down on the weak and the strong are supreme. They regard themselves as high-ranking sects and look down on all those who come to Yunlu in the east. The atmosphere of competition within the sect is also extremely strong. In In his previous life, this was the most despised thing about Lingyun Sect.
In this life, it would be even more unpleasant for him.
The palace gate is a huge school grounds, occupying almost half of the palace area.
When the four of them passed directly, Zong Shou specifically looked at the stone platform built a hundred feet behind the gate of the Taoist Palace on the left and right sides. He had seen these two places countless times and was extremely familiar with them.
According to legend, the left side of this place is the Tianfu Platform, on which there are talismans that no one can draw. The right side is the Ming Sword Platform, and on the platform is a sword formation that no one can break.
At least before the era of the God Emperor, it was indeed as rumored. Even those who were powerful in heaven had no choice but to do so. It once made all the martial arts spiritual masters in the east of Yunlu feel extremely ashamed and humiliated.
Vaguely visible, on the platform on the left are twelve stone tablets, standing tall. On the right, are eighteen puppets, silent.
The corners of Zong Shou's lips raised coldly, and he looked away without nostalgia.
Passing through the school grounds, there is an antique palace building in front, with vermilion cloud paint and golden glazed tiles, which looks extremely luxurious.
But just as the four of them entered the second hall, a middle-aged man also wearing silver-white robes stepped out of the door.
Seeing the four people, this person's eyes flashed slightly at first, and then his face darkened slightly, and he said to Huang Yi: "Where did these three people come from? Why are they here?"
Huang Yi didn't notice any difference, and just copied the previous answer: "Disciple has met Master Liang Miaozi, and these three people are guests from Qiantian Mountain. The Demon King Sect in Qiantian Mountain wants his son to worship him." Under my sect, Ling Yun Zhu Ling is here, so this disciple led them in!"
"The Demon King of Qiantian Mountain? But Zong Weiran, who was recently rumored to have died?"
Liang Miaozi took it with his big hand, and a blue light suddenly shot towards the Lingyun Zhu Ling in Yin Yang's hand. Yin Yang couldn't hold it and let it fly away. Liang Miaozi held the token, only glanced at it lightly, and said Sneered: "It turns out it was a gift from my senior brother Yun. It's really generous. But just with this order, do you want to join my Lingyun Sect? I, Liang Miaozi, sit in the Yingdong Hall, if I really let a body with dual veins How can I be embarrassed to worship a useless piece of trash like the door wall?"
After hearing the last few words, Yin Yang knew something was not right, and his face suddenly turned ugly. Su Chuxue panicked for a while, raised her head and looked at Liang Miaozi blankly.
Huang Yi was also slightly startled and hesitated: "Uncle Master, is there something wrong with this? Lingyun Zhuling is a rule made by the ancestors thousands of years ago. This is a top-grade golden order. It is said that no matter what, as long as the request is not too excessive,
I must agree to it. It’s just to allow one person to join our sect. There has been precedent for this in the past.”