Ah ~
The feeling of returning home.
On Dahei, Jian Nanchun faced the sea breeze with his hands behind his back. His long hair was blown to the back of his head.
He had worked hard to get this trip down the mountain. He didn't have many opportunities to be alone with his junior sister. At this moment, Jian Nanchun was enjoying this rare peace.
But suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.
The Lin brat beside him was squatting down and fiddling with something.
Jian Nanchun squinted his eyes to take a look. He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.
"Evil creature … stop!"
He found that Irin was scratching the "floor" with his fingers.
Hiss ~
He didn't dare to do this!
How dare you?
Jian Nanchun was so scared that he lifted Irin up. Irin looked at Jian Nanchun with innocent eyes. "I'm just curious."
"Heh." Not far away, the reception elder had his back to them. He chuckled. "It's okay. Everyone has a childish heart. No one has dared to scratch Dahei's back for so many years. Dahei found it interesting. "
Interesting?
Could it be like this?
Jian Nanchun was also interested. He wanted to learn from Irin and scratch.
The reception elder saw through Jian Nanchun's thoughts and reminded him gently. "But if you continue scratching, Dahei will really be angry."
Jian Nanchun: "…"
He immediately dismissed this stupid idea.
"Senior Brother, what is Dahei?"
When Irin was put back by Jian Nanchun, he didn't get angry. He asked shamelessly.
"Shh —"
Jian Nanchun stared at Irin and raised his index finger. When he shushed him, he used too much force and spat out some saliva.
Irin asked the reception elder, "May I ask if we can't talk here?"
The reception elder turned and looked at Irin. His gentle face was a little surprised. Then, there was some interest in his eyes. He didn't care about the difference in status and nodded. He answered Irin's question. "Heh, on Dahei's back, you need to be quiet. But you are not a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect now. You don't need to follow the sect rules. Nanchun, don't be restrained. Just answer him. "
Irin looked at Jian Nanchun proudly.
Jian Nanchun's face darkened.
But since the guide elder had spoken, Jian Nanchun could only say, "'Blackie' is the sea guarding demonic beast of the Heavenly Sword Sect. It has the bloodline of the ancient demonic beast 'Kun' in its body. After it was tamed by the ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Sect, it has been in charge of leading the disciples to the celestial mountain together with the guide elder."
Irin thought for a moment, then stretched out his index finger and made a gesture of someone stepping on it with his other hand. "Don't you know how to fly on your swords? Can't you just fly in?"
"Heh," Jian Nan Chun laughed at the child's ignorant words, "Is the Heavenly Sword Sect a place where you can enter and leave as you please? The Heavenly Sword Sect is surrounded by countless restrictions. Once these restrictions are triggered, let's not talk about the casualties. Many years ago, there was a disciple who didn't know how high the heavens were and tried to sneak out of the celestial mountain. Guess what happened? "
"Oh?"
"Heh, that defector disciple was lost in the restriction for an entire ten years, unable to go out to sea or return to the mountain. Five years later, when he was fished out of the restriction by the elders of the sect, he was already as thin as a stick and was on the verge of death. He was no longer as elegant as he used to be. "
Hearing Jian Nan Chun's words, Xia Xiaoman, who had been thinking about something not long ago, suddenly turned pale. She bit her lips and hugged the brocade pouch tightly, her eyes full of confusion and helplessness.
Then, the atmosphere became slightly awkward.
Irin did not ask anymore, and Jian Nan Chun did not speak anymore. Xia Xiaoman lowered her head, feeling depressed.
Only the guide elder was softly humming a long tune in the sea breeze. Deep in his eyes, there were thoughts settling down, floating in the dust. He seemed to be in a good mood.
They did not speak for the rest of the journey.
There seemed to be some kind of power in the sea fog. When Irin felt that something was wrong, he slightly released his psychokinesis to probe.
He found that the sea fog, whether it was natural or man-made, was the "restriction" that Jian Nan Chun mentioned, it greatly limited the expansion of Irin's sensory tentacles. In his perception, the sea fog was like dense seawater, sticky and obscure, making it difficult for his "tentacles" to move.
Their vision became more and more hazy, as if they had entered deep into the fog, allowing the "hybrid kun" to carry them into an unknown territory.
Irin felt that in the sea fog, Xia Xiaoman, who was uneasy, could not help but move closer to Irin. Their shoulders were almost at the same level, and they were gently pressed together through thin clothes.
Perhaps, in Xia Xiaoman's heart, among the five of them, only Irin, who was also an "ordinary person" like her, could bring her some insignificant psychological comfort.
Finally.
The fog dissipated.
Crisp sounds of birds chirping could be heard from afar, and the five of them suddenly saw a bright light.
When the brand-new scenery appeared before Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman's eyes, both of them opened their mouths wide at the same time, obviously stunned.
A vast, cone-shaped floating continent was floating on the surface of the sea. It was hundreds of meters away from the ground.
In the center of the floating continent, a tall mountain pierced through the clouds. Rays of gentle white light pierced through the layers of clouds and fell on various parts of the floating mountain.
The floating mountain was lush and green, with dense forests, bamboo forests, red leaves, and yellow grasslands. It was colorful and abnormally beautiful.
From the top of the floating mountain, there seemed to be a spring, flowing down the mountain stream and converging into streams, flowing from top to bottom. Eventually, they fell to the bottom of the Hanging Mountain, where they became snow-white waterfalls. From a distance, the colorful Hanging Mountain looked like a charming beauty, wearing an embroidered dudou and wrapped in white silk as she danced on the surface of the sea.
Around the towering floating mountain, there were many small mountains that slowly revolved around the main peak like satellites, also floating in the air. Flocks of white and black cranes formed teams and traveled between the mountains.
Those with good eyesight could even see cultivators walking side by side in the sky, laughing and joking with one another.
Xia Xiaoman came from the royal family. Although she had seen all kinds of wealth, the scene in front of her was beyond her scope of knowledge.
In the past, she had only heard that the cultivators from outside the world were very powerful, and the mountain they lived in was called a paradise, a paradise on earth. She thought it was just an exaggerated legend, but she didn't expect it to be true.
The reason why Irin was shocked was a little different from Xia Xiaoman. His first reaction was to integrate this design concept into his base, making the Apocalypse Guild's base bigger and stronger, and becoming better and better.
After 13 years, Irin thought of the base, the Apocalypse Guild, and various things in the real world again, and his emotions immediately calmed down. He smiled, and his eyes were calm.
The guide elder didn't seem to care, but in fact, he had been paying attention to the special youth that Jian Nanchun had mentioned in the "messenger paper crane." He noticed that Irin had calmed down in a short time, and he thought more highly of Irin's temperament.
The huge body of the "mixed-blood kun" naturally couldn't climb the mountain. The guide elder waved at Jian Nanchun and Zhao Rushuang. The two understood and flew up the mountain as they came, each carrying one of them.
As they approached the mountain, they found that there were wooden huts built near the waterfall at the bottom. The wooden huts stood side by side, and Irin looked like a simple public toilet.
Jian Nanchun carried Irin and flew toward the "public toilet."
Irin instantly had a bad feeling.
"Eldest Princess of the Qing Kingdom, come with me."
The guide elder stepped into the void and waved his hand. The Eldest Princess, who was holding the brocade pouch, involuntarily switched from Zhao Rushuang's hands to the guide elder's.
With the First Princess Xia Xiaoman in tow, the guiding elder continued to ascend towards the peak of the mountain.
"Wait, what about me?"
When Yi Lin saw this, he was unhappy. He pointed at the "public toilet" in Yi Lin's eyes from afar and flew away without looking back.
F * ck?
Are there really only a few public toilets?
Irin's heart was filled with a large "F * ck".
Indeed.
Jian Nanchun brought Irin to the wooden hut. Irin narrowed his eyes and glared at Jian Nanchun unkindly, waiting for a reasonable explanation.
"Ahem," Jian Nanchun coughed dryly, as if he also felt a little embarrassed, but his face was still indifferent and pretentious. There was no sign of guilt.
After Jian Nanchun put Irin down near the wooden hut, he put his hands behind his back and said to Irin in a meaningful tone, "Lin Yi, since you are fated to be with the Sky Rapier Sect, from today onwards, you are officially a registered … servant disciple of the Sky Rapier Sect."
"Servant … disciple?" Yi Lin reached behind him and felt around. He was hesitating whether to take out a "Annihilation" or a "Calamity", or perhaps one … no, two fresh and hot bullets.
Irin wanted to teach Jian Nanchun how to be a good Senior Brother … teach him how to be a good person.
"Junior Brother, don't be anxious." Jian Nanchun sensed that Irin's tone was unfriendly. In order to calm Irin down, he shamelessly called him Junior Brother.
Did Junior Brother agree?
Shameless!
Jian Nanchun said,
"The Sky Rapier Sect is the supreme sect of Daoism. It is not easy to enter the sect. In the secular world, being able to become an odd-job disciple was a great fortune that many people could only wish for. As long as you become a servant disciple, you will have the opportunity to cultivate on the Immortal Mountain. Once you show enough talent, the elders will take a fancy to you and you will have the opportunity to enter the outer sect and become an official disciple of the Sky Rapier Sect. "
Does this guy mean that I can only advance step by step?
Irin pondered and calmed down. He placed his hand behind his back.
Jian Nanchun suddenly felt that he seemed to have brushed past something just now. It was a strange illusion.
"How long will it take?"
Irin asked again.
"This …"
Just as Jian Nanchun was thinking about what words to use to reply, a white-haired old man with a hunched back walked out of a wooden hut not far away. He was carrying a carrying pole, and empty wooden buckets were hanging on both sides of the carrying pole. He was walking out of the wooden hut with a calm expression.
"Servant disciple, Chen Bei. Greetings, Senior Brother. Cough, cough, cough … "
When the old man saw that Jian Nanchun was here, his movements became more nimble. He hurriedly put down the carrying pole and wooden buckets and bowed to Jian Nanchun. However, it seemed that his movements were too intense. The old man took a deep breath and coughed dryly.
"There's no need to be so polite."
Jian Nanchun put on airs in front of the old man in front of Yi Lin. Then, he turned back and faced Yi Lin, whose face had darkened. He shrugged and said meaningfully, "I'm sorry.
"Junior Brother, look. Whether it's long or not depends on the person."
"…"
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