Fate?
When he heard these two words, Song Shuhang couldn't swallow it no matter how hard he tried. 'I'm just an innocent passerby who was forcibly sucked in by your palace when I was passing by! What fate do I have with you guys? '
It was like standing in front of your house and seeing a pretty girl/handsome guy passing by, you would knock her/him out with a stick and drag her/him back to your house.
Oh, right, there were still two doors to prepare, one to leave, and one to enter the bedroom.
If he/she accidentally enters the bedroom door … Ah, girl/handsome guy, the two of us are really fated! Why don't we do it?
Fated my ass!
But before Song Shuhang could say anything, the pair of male and female attendants understood what he was thinking, just as though they could read his mind.
"Fellow Daoist didn't float to the entrance of our Clearwater Pavilion by chance … Fellow Daoist was clearly sent here by someone," the golden attendant said.
The jade girl covered her mouth and chuckled. "We're just preventing you from hitting the outer door of the Clearwater Pavilion. There are copper nails on the door, and it'll hurt if you hit it. That's why we brought you to the arch bridge in the middle of the Clearwater Pavilion. "
The golden attendant continued, "So, your choice represents your fate with the Clearwater Pavilion."
Mind-reading?
Song Shuhang immediately controlled his expression and didn't let his imagination run wild.
In addition … if he hadn't randomly floated to the location of the Clearwater Pavilion, but was sent here by someone, who could have sent him here?
Could it be Venerable Septuagint?
Venerable Septuagint stuffed him into the cannon barrel of the immortal boat and shot him out … Venerable Septuagint intentionally sent him to the location of the 'Clearwater Pavilion'?
"It seems that Fellow Daoist has figured out who sent you here." The golden attendant smiled.
Song Shuhang smiled faintly and didn't deny it.
This was only the other party's side of the story. Before figuring out the true relationship between him and the other party, he naturally couldn't believe all of the other party's words. At most, he would believe half of it.
The female disciple continued, "Then … Fellow Daoist, would you like to join our Clearwater Pavilion and become a disciple of our Clearwater Pavilion?"
"Our Clearwater Pavilion has not recruited new disciples for hundreds of years," the Golden Child said.
Become a disciple of the Clearwater Pavilion?
"Am I suitable?" Song Shuhang emerged from the cumbersome spacesuit and said with a smile, "I've already missed the best age for cultivators to cultivate. There was no trace of Innate True Qi left in his body. Moreover, my cultivation aptitude can only be considered ordinary. "
He was able to advance to Rank-2 so quickly because of the care of the seniors in the group and the blessing of Venerable White.
"None of these are from the time when our Clearwater Pavilion accepted disciples. The Golden Boy maintained his smile.
The female disciple said, "Aptitude and age are nothing for our Clearwater Pavilion. As long as you are willing to stay in the Clearwater Pavilion, we have enough resources to provide you with for your cultivation. "
Staying in the Clearwater Pavilion … That's right, large sects had requirements for true disciples. Before the disciples reached a certain realm and had the ability to protect themselves, they wouldn't easily let the disciples leave the sect.
Of course. Outer Sect disciples were not included in this. Outer disciples could only be regarded as preparatory disciples.
"Thank you for your kind intentions." Song Shuhang gently shook his head. Whether to become a disciple of a sect or a loose cultivator, he had decided not long after he entered the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
He didn't want to be bound by the sect for the time being. Being a loose cultivator was his best choice at the moment — moreover, Song Shuhang wasn't very dependent on the sect.
With the Nine Provinces Number One Group, as long as he was willing to work hard enough. The resources that Song Shuhang could get were no worse than that of a disciple of a large sect.
The male disciple laughed, and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be in such a hurry to refuse. At least come in and take a look at our Clearwater Pavilion."
Afterward, he and the female disciple stood on both sides of the pavilion, and made a 'please come in' gesture.
…
…
One step to heaven. This was the evaluation of the real Clearwater Pavilion that Song Shuhang saw.
After passing through the pavilion, what Song Shuhang saw was a real celestial world.
Birds sang, flowers fragrant, jade paved roads, precious medicinal herbs could be seen everywhere, and the spring water in the rivers exuded rich spiritual energy.
Even the air of the entire Clearwater Pavilion was full of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy was simply too abundant. Staying in the Clearwater Pavilion, even if one didn't deliberately practice, just breathing was comparable to the effect of painstakingly meditating in the outside world.
The male and female disciple guided Song Shuhang. They went to the pavilion in the deepest part of the Clearwater Pavilion — that was where the master of the Clearwater Pavilion, Fairy Chu, lived.
Along the way, the disciples of the Clearwater Pavilion, both men and women, warmly greeted the male and female disciple. This kind of atmosphere was simply like a 'family', harmonious and cordial.
Here, there was no personal conflict between people at all. This kind of harmony and cordiality. It came from the sincerity of every disciple of the Clearwater Pavilion.
This was completely a true portrayal of the celestial world, heaven, and Elysium in the legends of the various sects.
However, a strange feeling welled up in Song Shuhang's heart.
Obviously, he could feel sincere kindness and kindness from every disciple of the Clearwater Pavilion, but … he had a faint feeling of 'unreality'.
It wasn't that there was a problem with the kindness of the disciples of the Clearwater Pavilion — faintly, he felt that the existence of the entire Clearwater Pavilion seemed to have some indescribable abnormalities.
…
…
"The Celestial Pavilion where the pavilion master resides is just ahead. The pavilion master is waiting for you inside." After leading Song Shuhang to the bottom of the tall tower, the pair of male and female attendants stopped in their tracks.
At this time, Chu Chu, who was in the space capsule, woke up.
Song Shuhang opened the space capsule and took Li Yinzhu from Chu Chu's hands.
Song Shuhang asked, "Can I bring them with me to see Senior Pavilion Master?"
The male and female disciple smiled and said, "Of course. The pavilion master is waiting for you, fellow daoist, as well as these two fairies."
Soon after, the male and female disciple opened the door of the pavilion.
Song Shuhang carried Li Yinzhu and entered the pavilion together with Chu Chu.
… …
… …
They went up the spiral staircase and finally pushed open the door to the top of the pavilion.
The three of them entered a room filled with mist.
The room wasn't big, and the first thing they saw was a wooden reclining chair.
There was also a metal pill furnace that was emitting pill qi. It was this pill qi that had turned into a dense mist and covered the whole room.
Just as Song Shuhang pushed open the door and entered, a figure slowly sat up on the wooden reclining chair.
It was a black-haired woman. It was unknown how long it had been since she had cut her long hair, but it was scattered all around the reclining chair. The woman's skin was so pale that it was almost transparent. Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked as if she hadn't had enough sleep. Her whole body was filled with a sense of decadence.
But when this decadence combined with the woman's body, it gave her a lazy beauty.
She sat up and glanced at Song Shuhang.
"It's you." The woman yawned and said, "What? Did you also come over to mock me? Slow-Witted Song. "
"Senior, do we know each other?" Song Shuhang asked.
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