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Wei Dao was wearing a plain Taoist robe, without any decoration, and sat down in the middle of the hall.

"I have wasted my 100 years without achieving much. I am deeply honored to have so many Taoist friends come to the banquet today!"

Wei Dao has been the head of the Qingfeng Sect for forty years, and has sole authority. No one in the sect refuses to obey him, and he is dignified and majestic.

At this time, he raised a jade statue, saluted the guests from afar, and drank it all in one gulp.

"He Wei's leader will be evergreen, and his life will be as long as the heavens!"

The guests in the venue quickly stood up, raised their wine glasses, and congratulated in unison.

Even the foundation-building monk of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect, who had always looked indifferent, made a toast after everyone raised their glasses.

"Let's have a party!"

After a while of drinking and drinking, Wei Dao clapped his hands, and a series of exquisite spiritual meals were served.

For a time, the whole hall was full of guests and hosts.

At the end of the birthday banquet, Wei Dao took the stage again and spoke about his Taoist cultivation experience.

During monks' birthday banquets, it has been a thousand-year tradition in Mizhou to preach their cultivation experience and entertain guests.

It does not involve techniques or spells, it is just Wei Dao's understanding of the great road, which is as mysterious as it is mysterious.

Everyone in the audience was confused. Only the foundation-building cultivators of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect and a few late-stage foundation-building cultivators looked straight and listened attentively.

It is said that in ancient times, foundation building was the gateway to the path to immortality, while pill formation was a leap in the essence of life, touching on the true meaning of the great avenue.

What Wei Dao explains is his own partial understanding of the Dao. Those who are not in a state of perfection are of course just like listening to a book from heaven.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, four months have passed since the 100th birthday of the leader of the Qingfeng Sect.

For casual cultivators in Heishan County, these days are important life-changing days.

Qingfeng Sect opens its gate once every ten years, and the day to recruit disciples from all over the county is not far away.

As long as you have a clean financial background and have not committed any crime, you are eligible to stand for election. ,

Every year, nearly a hundred lucky casual cultivators become disciples and complete what they call the process of leaping through the Dragon Gate.

Outside the Qingfeng Sect, groups of casual cultivators can be seen on every hilltop. The total number is probably no less than a thousand.

There are smart casual cultivators who have occupied a conspicuous place, set up stalls, and started selling goods.

With such a large flow of people, dozens of stalls were quickly developed. There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the business was bustling.

However, everyone is short of spiritual stones, so they basically barter.

"I heard that there are hundreds more registered casual cultivators than usual this time. I don't know if the Qingfeng Sect can take notice of my modest cultivation."

Opposite this temporary small market, a tea shed was set up. Four people were sitting on one of the wooden tables. They all came to the Qingfeng Gate to open the mountain gate. They wanted to change the gate and become a Qingfeng Gate. Disciple of Fengmen.

The man who spoke looked to be in his thirties, with average facial features, except for a pair of thick eyebrows that stood out.

He was wearing a Taoist robe that was not old and new. Although it was washed very clean, the clean runes embroidered on the corners of the clothes came off and fell apart, which still exposed his difficult financial situation.

"Why should you worry, little friend Lu? Although a large number of monks from other counties have moved in this year, I think the Shangzong will definitely understand the hard work of the local monks from Montenegro like me and give more consideration when allocating the quotas."

A gray-haired old man sitting opposite curled his lips in disdain, motioning to look across.

"A bunch of foreigners are trying to steal our spot!"

Outside the tea shed, more than a dozen casual cultivators were walking by, each holding a magic weapon in their hands and with bloody murderous aura on their bodies. They were the casual cultivators who had moved from other counties.

"Old man Tong, of course you don't have to worry. He has a skill in spiritual planting. He was once employed as a spiritual farmer in a cultivating immortal family, and he has the experience of independently caring for ten acres of spiritual fields."

Lu Song sighed, his thick eyebrows almost connecting together due to his anxiety.

"Rogue cultivators with special skills are the most popular in the Qingfeng Sect, and they are almost guaranteed to become a handyman disciple. Unlike me, who is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining in my early thirties and has not mastered a single skill... In my place, I am the Immortal Master of the Qingfeng Sect. , will not recruit such a useless person!"

Most of the newly arrived casual cultivators who had moved out had reached the middle stage of Qi refining, and even the masters of the late Qi refining stage sat in the tea shed for half an hour and saw two of them.

No matter how low the cultivation level is, they will basically die on the way to escape and will not be able to make it to Black Mountain County.

Lu Song's cultivation is not outstanding, and his age has no advantage. In previous years, when the competition was not great, he would still have the opportunity to become a handyman disciple.

But in this mountain sect recruitment ceremony, his competitiveness was not as good as that of Old Tong, who was only at the third level of Qi Refining.

A monk like Lu Song can't create value for Qingfeng Sect at all, and he doesn't have much potential at this age.

Unlike Old Man Tong, he can play a role and take care of the spiritual field as soon as he enters the sect.

"Haha, I'm almost sixty. If I can really become a servant disciple of the Shang Sect, this life will be worth it!"

Old Man Tong stroked his goatee and found a sense of superiority.

The four of them had just met three days ago on the way to Qingfeng Gate. Because of the gathering of casual cultivators, the flow of people was chaotic. Although there was the intimidation of Qingfeng Sect and the sect disciples patrolling with swords, there was no guarantee that there would be a daring Jie Xiu, so the four of them agreed to move here together.

This Lu Song relied on his cultivation in the middle stage of Qi refining in the past two days. He looked down upon Old Tong's cultivation and spoke with contempt.

After all, during the most relaxed times in the past, it was safe for a casual cultivator to become a handyman disciple with this kind of cultivation.

Lu Song originally had an unrealistic dream of ascending to heaven, but when he came to the mountain gate and saw the monks all over the mountain, as well as the casual cultivators in the middle stage of Qi refining everywhere, he instantly became a frozen eggplant.

Even when recruiting the most junior servant disciples, Qingfeng Sect seems to have countless choices that are better than him.

However, when Old Man Tong turned his eyes to both sides, that sense of superiority immediately disappeared.

"Of course, the most stable person here is Brother Bai! You are at the fourth level of Qi Refining when you are less than seventeen years old. I really don't know how you practiced, little brother. Could it have started in your mother's womb!"

Old Tong shouted exaggeratedly, blowing his beard and staring.

This young man surnamed Bai has good features and a slender figure. Although he is not very handsome, he has a calm demeanor and is very comfortable in his behavior and conversation.

Lu Song looked at the young man with the same emotion: "Yes, Brother Bai is just as young as me and has the same cultivation level as me. Maybe he can become an outer disciple directly... When we get rich in the future, we must support us. "

"A few fellow Taoists are exaggerating. I think there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the monks who have signed up. It's not my turn to come out."

Bai Zichen drank the weak Fan tea and said with a smile.

A week ago, he packed up and bowed, bid farewell to his elders, and set off to Qingfeng Sect on his own to become the inner disciple as agreed that day.

It was the first time that Bai Zichen went out alone for a walk. When he saw many groups of casual cultivators not far from Qingfeng Gate, he simply put down his sword light and changed his identity to pretend to be an ordinary young cultivator.

In his words, he had practiced with an elder since he was a child, traveling around and having no fixed residence.

As for my cultivation, I have just refined my Qi to the fourth level.

But this level of cultivation, coupled with Bai Zichen's age, is still enviable among casual cultivators, and all three of his colleagues believe that he can securely accept a spot as a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect.

As for whether it is a handyman disciple or an outer disciple, it depends on the specific recruitment situation of the Qingfeng Sect's grand opening this time.