Lin Lang thought about it carefully and realized that he really had nothing to give to Sun Mu. His understanding of some aspects of cultivation was not even as good as Sun Mu's. It was all built up little by little over time.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the reason why Lin Lang could reach this state of cultivation was that it took ten times as much time as an ordinary disciple of the Sun Yao Temple. Thinking of this, Lin Lang felt a stab of pain in his liver again.
"Senior brother, don't you want to teach?? I know that my talent is dull and my cultivation has been stagnant for so many years. Now I am twenty-eight years old and have only reached the fourth level of Wang Lingjing, but my determination can be learned from the world! As long as senior brother
If you can accept me, I will definitely follow my senior brother’s lead in the future!”
Sun Mu said it very sincerely, and he was also a very high-spirited person. Back then, Bucong wanted to accept him as his younger brother, but he didn't agree. But today, after seeing Lin Lang's demeanor, he had an idea.
Be strongly tempted to follow his impulse.
Lin Lang's mouth twitched.
Do you think this is human language??! A twenty-eight-year-old fourth-level monk in the Wang Ling Realm...whose cultivation has been stagnant for four years.
I have worked hard for nearly fifty years in the mirror world before I managed to climb up to the King Spirit Realm!!
Lin Lang dragged his forehead and felt a headache.
"Junior brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I really have nothing to teach you."
"You two don't have to fight anymore, just leave Sun Mu to me."
At this moment, Gou Zimo appeared in front of the two of them. He took a big gulp of wine and then staggered over. "
"Teacher, Master... what did you just say??"
Sun Mu asked in disbelief.
"I said I would teach you! You are a disciple of Changliu Hall. You encountered a problem in your cultivation. Instead of coming to ask me for advice, you went to ask Yang Qi for help?? Hum hum. Did you not take me as your master seriously?
In there??”
Gou Zimo said drunkenly, but his eyes were no longer as gray as before, but had a slightly imperceptible brightness.
"Master!!!"
Sun Mu shouted excitedly. It seemed that he was not the only one affected by Lin Lang.
Lin Lang also looked at Gou Zimo with a smile.
Gou Zimo scratched his head, took out a thick stack of books from his arms, and stuffed them into Lin Lang's hands.
"The situation of all the disciples of Changliu Hall is recorded in detail above. It is up to you to decide the ten places for Ziji Mausoleum in three days!"
Gou Zimo waved his hand and walked away: "Remember to tell me the list in advance."
"Master! Wait for me!!"
Sun Mu smiled at Lin Lang, and then quickly followed him.
Lin Lang held the scroll and remained silent for a long time.
Gou Zimo left it to himself to decide the quota. This was a sign of trust in himself and also a test.
Lin Lang casually flipped through the information recorded in the book. The roster was arranged one by one according to the order of entry. Each disciple's age, height, weight, birth, and even the martial arts skills he was good at were recorded in detail.
Looking back, it even records the reasons why the disciples entered the school and what they did after arriving at Changliu Hall.
The last page is a record about myself:
Yang Qi, former disciple of Luoxue Palace. Reason for joining: unknown.
Good at martial arts: Yu Chan Wen Yuan Sword Technique, Fudo Ming Wang Seal. Body Technique...
The information is recorded in great detail. Judging from the fact that the ink is still wet, I guess it was written not long ago.
A smile appeared on Lin Lang's lips. It seemed that this master cared about his disciples secretly. It was not like Lu Yulong said that he knew nothing about the disciples in Changliu Hall.
…
After returning home, Lin Lang carefully read through the information about Changliu disciples.
He first singled out Sun Mu and Bucong. Although Bucong had some issues with him before, as the strongest combatant in Changliu Hall, he must be brought along.
Not to mention Sun Mu.
In addition, Lin Lang also gave priority to selecting a few people who had better work styles and were more motivated.
Compared with cultivation, what Changliu now needs more is to adjust the atmosphere. Lin Lang also decided to take this group of people as his confidants and start to regulate Changliu's atmosphere after returning.
Lin Lang is ready to make Changliu Temple shine again! A temple with such a past and nature should not be buried like this.
At least Gou Zimo and Sun Mu have begun to make changes.
The next step is to lead more people and integrate into this team. This trip to Ziji Mausoleum will be Lin Lang's first step.
After screening ten people, Lin Lang took out another ancient book.
It contains detailed records of tombs, ruins and other secret places.
After reading ancient books, Lin Lang had a very comprehensive understanding of these things.
A mausoleum is similar to a tomb, but the owner of the mausoleum will put up a strong barrier before his death to prevent future generations from coveting his treasures during his lifetime.
Of course, there are many strong people who will set up corresponding tests to select their successors. However, these people are usually casual cultivators and have no sect inheritance.
Every time such a tomb is unearthed, it is the primary target of competition among the major sects. Not only does it hide all the wealth of the owner of the tomb, it may also contain a unique inheritance of martial arts skills, which is also the most precious thing in the tomb.
.
The next day, the news spread quickly throughout the Changliu Hall, as if it had grown wings.
"Is this really true? Yang Qi chose me as well?"
Bu Cong looked at Bu Sheng across from him in surprise. His injury had not fully recovered, and he was only just able to walk on the ground.
"It's absolutely true! This is too strange. Brother, do you think it was a trap deliberately set by that boy to invite you into the trap??"
Bu Sheng felt that Lin Lang must have bad intentions, so he frowned and asked.
"Probably not. If it was arranged by the superiors, he should not dare to do anything. You have never been to the mausoleum, so you may not know the situation inside. In the mausoleum, each hall usually fights for treasures. General Yang Qi
I pulled him in probably for the sake of Changliudian's combat strength."
Bu Cong touched his chin and analyzed calmly. He had entered the tomb of a strong man in the Chilian Palace before, and this was the situation at that time. The various palaces competed with each other, maybe even for a certain treasure or something.
Fight for inheritance.
This is also one of the few places where disciples from various temples can fight with each other. However, the temple also has regulations, and no human life is allowed.
The belligerent Bucong has always liked places like this. However, Changliu Hall has never had the opportunity to obtain the qualifications to enter the mausoleum. This is something that Bucong has always been unhappy about.
So why did the upper level grant the quota to Changliu Hall this time? Bu Cong was very confused about this.
"Brother, are you going? Your injury hasn't healed yet!"
Bu Sheng asked with a worried look.
"Go! Of course I want to go! I can only dream of such an opportunity."
Bu Cong grinned, and the bandage on his body collapsed due to the expansion of muscles. He wrapped the bandage around his fist, and the instigated spiritual energy made the bandage slowly float. He now felt that his strength had been restored to 70%.
In two days, at least 80% of the strength will be restored, which is enough!
…
Two days passed quickly, and finally it was time to open the purple-level mausoleum.
On this day, Gou Zimo took ten people and flew to the island high in the sky on the flying spirit beast.
Regarding the remaining nine people selected by Lin Lang, Gou Zimo was not surprised at all and did not make any changes.
In this aspect, Lin Lang may see it more clearly than himself.
By the time the people from the Changliu Temple arrived at their destination, the people from the other twenty-three temples were already waiting in neat rows.
"I'm sorry, elder, I'm late again."
Gou Zimo was late as usual, but Elder Xuan Yin, who was standing at the front, did not blame him, but showed a satisfied smile. His eyes especially stayed on Lin Lang and Bu Cong for a few seconds before urging him.
The hook is faster.
"Little Junior Brother!!!"
Lin Lang was speeding up his pace to run towards Changliu Hall when he suddenly heard a familiar voice and a small pink hand grabbed his arm.
Lin Lang turned around and saw Jiang Xiaoyue, who was wearing a pink skirt, showing her little fangs and saying hello to him with a smile.
Before Lin Lang could speak, Sun Mu on the side directly interjected without looking: "Junior brother, what are you doing!! This is our senior brother!!"
After Sun Mugang finished speaking, he saw clearly where Jiang Xiaoyue now belonged to Luoxue Palace. When he saw her face clearly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"It turns out that I am a friend of Luoxue Palace... you guys talk, you guys talk!"
"snort."
Jiang Xiaoyue pouted. Sun Mu had no chance to look aside, but looked at Lin Lang excitedly.
"How are you doing, little junior brother? How are you doing at Changliu Hall these days? It's been almost a month, and I don't know why I came to see you."
Lin Lang scratched his head angrily. These days, he was first visited by Bu Cong, and then he had to arrange the quota for the purple-level mausoleum. In his spare time, he also had to spend time with two girls, Ying'er and Xing'er. It was really hard to get away from it.
Open your body.
"Humph! It turned out that I went to Changliu Hall. No wonder Xiaoyue didn't want to tell us. I really don't know what's so good about a place like Changliu Hall that it's worth abandoning Luoxue!"
The sarcastic words came, and Lin Lang noticed the figure behind Jiang Xiaoyue.
The person who just spoke was Su Wensheng, who was still a little aggrieved. Standing next to him was Xiao Zining, who also had a slightly resentful look in his eyes. As well as some other familiar disciples of Luoxue Palace, they all looked at Lin Lang with a somewhat unkind look.
"Brother!!"
Jiang Xiaoyue stamped her feet and rolled her eyes at Su Wensheng, who then closed his mouth.
Lin Lang knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only quickly return to his position.
Sun Mu on the side was a little indignant: "Elder brother!! The people in Luoxue Palace really want to look down on you?! What should I do? Are we going to take action against them soon?!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
Lin Lang patted Sun Mu on the forehead, this guy was always causing trouble for himself.
Lin Lang then looked for Mu Zhiyuan's figure in the crowd. He remembered that she was assigned to the Baihua Palace. Baihua Palace should also be a high-level temple. However, Mu Zhiyuan's cultivation level is still shallow, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to be assigned to a purple-level mausoleum.
Quota.
“People who stay in the palace forever??”
"The people from Changliudian are here too? Is it true?"
"Hahaha, I haven't seen anyone from Changliu in many years. What a rare visitor."
"Where is it??"
The disciples from each hall heard the commotion here and came here one after another.
"Hey!! Zhang Zhe!"
"Hey! Isn't that Li Hu??!"
"Bu Cong! I saw Bu Cong!!"
"Isn't that that boy Sun Mu? He's here too!"
Because most of the disciples in Changliu Hall were disciples abandoned by other halls, many people present knew them.
Therefore, the presence of Choryuden immediately caused quite a stir.
Most of the disciples in the Changliu Hall had complicated expressions. Only Bu Cong had his arms folded across his chest and looked arrogant to the whole audience.
Because even in the former Chilian Palace, he was the well-deserved boss.
Everyone's evaluations of the disciples of Changliu Hall were mixed. Some people scorned them, some people missed them with emotion, and some people respected and feared them.
In short, Changliuden is a very special existence. It is a collection of various temples and the object of common concern for everyone.
Most of the people in the Middle Temple knew the news that Chang Liu was coming. Most of the leading disciples among them stared at Lin Lang fearfully. They could clearly remember the scene where Lin Lang defeated Jing Ziming with thunderous means a few days ago.
As a result, the Changliu Temple, headed by Lin Lang, immediately became the biggest imaginary enemy of these intermediate temples.
However, the people in the upper temple only focused on Bucong. After all, Bucong was the number one person in the Chilian Temple before. Even if he was placed in Changliu Hall, he was a strong enemy of the disciples in the upper temple.
"Okay. Let's discuss it later."
Elder Xuanyin clapped his hands, then scanned the surroundings. After making sure that everyone was present, he silently asked Gouzi who had not yet left.
"Why, do you want to go in and have a look too??"
Gouzi smiled silently and shook his head. He also didn't drink today.
"I'll just stay outside."
"oh?"
Elder Xuanyin showed a surprised look.
"That's fine. The tomb this time is not simple. There are multiple people guarding it outside to avoid any accidents."
"Let's go!"
After speaking, Elder Xuan Yin waved his hand, and the two hundred and forty-one people present took advantage of the wind and took off. Lin Lang felt that the world was spinning in front of him. Just when he turned on the mirror's transparent heart, his feet had already landed.
Everyone came to a claustrophobic space. The space here was not large, and it could barely accommodate more than 200 people standing, and it seemed a little crowded.
Lin Lang looked around and couldn't figure it out. A moment ago, he was on an island high in the sky, surrounded by warm sunshine and breeze.
Why did you end up in such a cold and damp place in the next second?
Lin Lang really couldn't understand Elder Xuanyin's method.
This reminds me of a newly excavated cave. Water droplets are still seeping down from the top. The surrounding walls are still inlaid with blue crystals. The entire space is shrouded in a mysterious and dark atmosphere.
At the very front of the space stood a portal that was two people high and five people wide.
A light blue halo floated on the surface of the portal, reflecting everyone's faces, but behind the portal, there was nothing. It was like a mirror, standing there quietly.