Early the next morning, several carriages set off from the rebel barracks.
One of them carried the old man, two carried his bodyguards, and the remaining nine carried nine selected young people, heading to the Qixuanmen main hall located in Feixia Mountain, Taizhou.
Unlike the guards who had plenty of food, were all big-bodied, round-waisted, and powerful, this group of young men from refugee backgrounds were all masters with few ounces of meat on their bodies.
Four guards could fill an entire carriage, and there was still some room for nine teenagers to sit in the carriage.
No one in the refugee camp was interested in getting to know anyone else. A group of teenagers who had been beaten countless times by life fell into silence.
The whole journey was speechless.
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Feixia Mountain, formerly known as Luobao Mountain, is said to have been the place where the true immortal Baibao Xingjun fell during the ancient war between the immortal world, and his remains transformed into the Luobao Mountains stretching for thousands of miles.
But time changed, and Luobao Mountain was later occupied by Feixia Sect, a major martial arts sect for hundreds of years. The name was also changed to Feixia Mountain because it violated the taboo of Wanbaolu, the head of a certain generation of Feixia Sect.
Although Feixia Gate disappeared later, the name of Feixia Mountain has been preserved to this day.
Feixia Mountain is now controlled by Qixuanmen and is also the location of Qixuanmen's main hall.
After several generations of management, the core area of this mountain range has been shaped like an iron barrel by Qixuanmen.
A certain ambitious sect leader even made bold statements, saying that even if Daqian's imperial army came to attack, they would not be able to defeat this place.
"Baobao Xingjun..."
Bai Mo had no impression of this name, but he didn't really believe in such a legend either.
Because in the Daochen Immortal World, generally only a very small number of top golden immortals, or people at the level of Dao Lord, would add the word Xingjun to their names.
But the true size of such an existence is comparable to that of the mortal world. If it were completely transformed, how could there be only a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles?
At most, it's like losing a little longer hair.
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"Qixuanmen is a famous sect in Taizhou. This is Mr. Mo..."
Along the way, a middle-aged man who looked like an old man's follower chattered endlessly to this group of young men selected from the refugees, bragging about the Qixuanmen's style and the old man's identity.
The old man was sitting alone in another carriage, not knowing what he was doing.
From the middle-aged man's description, they also learned that the old man's surname was Mo. He was a master of medicine and a senior guest elder of Qixuan Sect, who was responsible for dealing with various difficult and complicated diseases in the sect.
The main purpose of coming to the refugee camp was to test the effects of the new medicine he had recently invented on these homeless people.
Of course, what he said was very tactful, and he just kept describing the old man surnamed Mo as having noble medical ethics and superb medical skills. He donated medicines and medicines to the refugees everywhere, and the medicines he provided were the latest achievements he had just released.
Bai Mo noticed that Doctor Mo seemed to have a very close relationship with many people in the rebel army. When the carriage left just now, many important figures from the rebel army came out to see him off in person.
Combined with the "sect leader's bold words" he heard from the middle-aged people, he guessed that the rebels might be supported by the Qixuan Sect.
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The boy who begged to take his brother with him yesterday was now huddled in the corner of the carriage.
Bai Mo only glanced at it and saw that this so-called "younger brother" was actually "Di Di", a little girl who spent a lot of time on her self-defeating image.
With fluffy and messy hair, stains all over his hands and feet, and a face stained with soot, he looked like a standard wandering beggar.
It seemed that they found themselves being stared at. Even though they were in a safe carriage, the brother and sister still looked a little nervous.
The precarious life in the refugee camps for days has obviously had a profound impact on them.
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"These are some of the young people I selected and asked them to participate in tomorrow's internal selection."
"Understood." Manager Zhao, who greeted the group in the main hall, said with a flattering smile.
The old man surnamed Mo has a very special status in the Qixuan Sect. Although he is only a guest official in name, he has used his medical skills to save the lives of several middle and high-level gang members.
Even if the temporary addition of people is not in line with the rules of the gang, an outside manager will not offend Mr. Mo, who has a special status in the gang, on such trivial matters.
"Come here, everyone."
The steward quickly hired a few boys.
"Send the gentlemen to the bamboo forest guesthouse at the back to rest."
The Bamboo Forest Guest House is a separate courtyard that welcomes guests from the outside. It only accepts guests from the Qixuan Sect. Generally, young people who participate in the selection within the sect do not receive such treatment.
However, for the sake of the old man surnamed Mo, Manager Zhao made special arrangements for them.
"At sunrise tomorrow, everyone will gather in the back mountain."
"yes!"
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"Compared with the chaos outside, this place is indeed a paradise." Bai Mo lay in this rather quiet house and continued to slowly sort out the huge memory belonging to Taoist Master.
The mortal body he took was too slow to process memory information.
The memory of a Taoist Master that spans thousands of years is so huge. Even if the remnant soul only carries a small part of it, for an ordinary mortal, it is still an amount of information that would last ten lifetimes.
"What should I do in this life?" A very serious question suddenly appeared in Bai Mo's mind.
When he was Mo Yang Immortal Lord, he was basically invincible in heaven and invincible in the world.
Even the guys who turned into human beings to block the way during the tribulation have all been thrown into reincarnation by him, and there are no enemies who need revenge.
Although for monks at the Taoist level, being thrown into reincarnation does not mean death.
But if they want to make a comeback, I'm afraid they will have to recover for thousands of years first.
The only possible enemy may be the way of heaven.
Just when he was the Demon Yang Taoist, Bai Mo conducted countless tests on the way of heaven.
Tiandao has always been very impartial towards those things that cannot threaten itself. Even if Bai Mo returns to the Taoist level, as long as he does not try to take that step, Tiandao will not cause any trouble to him, just like a magic weapon that can only be triggered under fixed conditions.
program.
If you don't actively challenge its bottom line, you won't be hammered.
Moreover, Dao Zun's longevity is not worth it. In the Daochen Immortal World, we have never heard of a Dao Zun who died at the end of his lifespan. He was beaten to pieces by the enemy, and the various parts of his body were suppressed for a long time in various places in the immortal world.
"Then spend some time looking for the so-called 'historical text'?"
Bai Mo once again played with the jade pendant in his hand. He always felt that this historical text seemed to be inextricably related to him.
After thinking about it, he could only find this one target that could barely be considered a target for the time being.
As for Qixuanmen and Daqian, in the eyes of the old monster, there really isn't much difference. They are all destined to be just scenery passing by.
A mere mortal organization with a history of one or two hundred years is nothing more than a mayfly that lives and dies.
Even for the so-called thousand-year-old family or the ten-thousand-year sect, it took far less time for him to become a Taoist monk.