From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

"this……"

Jiang Zheng opened his mouth and stood there in a daze. Damn! He only thought about getting into Lingxi Sect with the token, but he never considered that his attire did not make him look like a disciple of an immortal sect.

"Baby, do you have spiritual roots?"

The old man put away the token and asked again.

Just this question confused Jiang Zheng, and he subconsciously answered: "I have spiritual roots."

"Forget it, I won't ask any more old men, just follow me."

As he said this, he walked towards the house. Jiang Zheng followed behind the old man, not knowing what the other person was going to do.

There was only a bed, a cabinet and some simple daily necessities in the room, no more.

The old man rummaged in the cabinet for a while and took out a bundle. He stroked the package, and his cloudy eyes revealed complex emotions that Jiang Zheng could not understand.

Under Jiang Zheng's puzzled gaze, the old man opened the bundle and revealed what was inside... a piece of clothing!

"Haha, old man, when I was young, I also worked as a errand disciple in Lingxi Sect. This piece of clothing was given to me by the sect when I went up the mountain."

The old man grabbed the clothes and shook them, revealing a gray robe.

The moment the old man unfolded his robe, Jiang Zheng recognized it at a glance. Isn't this the clothes worn by the disciples of Lingxi Sect? But this one is gray.

The old man stroked his robe, as if recalling something. After a moment, he handed the robe to Jiang Zheng.

"Take it. This is the uniform of the Lingxi Sect's menial disciples. When you put it on, no one will doubt your identity as a menial disciple."

"Old man, why are you so sure that I'm not a disciple of Lingxi Sect? Don't I have an ID card?"

Jiang Zheng did not take the robe immediately, but asked in confusion.

"Haha, if I couldn't see through your tricks, I would have died in the mountains long ago."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

Jiang Zheng nodded. It is said that old people become more cunning. This time he has witnessed it.

"Uncle, I can't take your things for free. Please take these silver coins." He took out a handful of silver from his arms and was very generous. Hu Liang's storage bag lacked everything except silver.

"No, these things are useless to me. If you really want to, come down the mountain and visit me every once in a while.

If I die in this shabby place someday, you can take me out and bury me, which will be considered as compensation for this dress, okay?"

The old man asked with a smile, as if he was joking.

"Okay, I promise you!" Jiang Zheng agreed without hesitation. The old man's seemingly nonchalant smile made Jiang Zheng feel sad in his heart.

"When the time comes, I'll have to trouble you to erect a tombstone for the old man. Just write 'Wang Er' on it. It's simple and won't be a big deal. I'm the second child in the family."

The old man handed the clothes to Jiang Zheng and asked again with concern, "Can you read?"

"I am a scholar," he took the clothes.

"Scholars? Scholars are good... Scholars are good!"

Wang Erlian said it three times and seemed very happy.

"What about your family?" The old man said that he was the second child in the family, which meant he had family. Why would he worry that no one would arrange his funeral?

"Family? I have been doing menial work in Lingxi Mountain for nearly sixty years. My family has long since died of old age. It is better to die at the foot of the mountain than to go back and end up being unknown to anyone."

As he spoke, he slowly lay down on the bed, muttering, "What kind of immortality is this? If I had known earlier that being a scholar would be a hundred times better than seeking immortality..."

Wang Er muttered to himself, staring at the roof with his cloudy eyes, and no longer paid any attention to Jiang Zheng.

So he wisely left the house, and then shouted into the room: "Uncle, I'll come back to see you later!"

There was no response from the other party, but the door of the house was suddenly closed by a strange wind.

Jiang Zheng took his clothes, followed the sound of water and came to a stream, took off his clothes and dived into it.

"Kong Qing, did the old man just now have a second-grade spiritual root?"

After he got ashore, he asked casually while putting on his clothes.

"What do you think?" Kong Qing asked back. Jiang Zheng knew that the answer was self-evident.

But he didn't understand, what's wrong with inferior spiritual roots? Why can't inferior spiritual roots be cultivated to any great effect?

But he will probably never know, because he is now a low-grade spiritual root.

After putting on his clothes, Jiang Zheng stood by the stream. His grey robe was reflected in the stream, and the hem of his robe swayed gently in the breeze.

Jiang Zheng looked like an immortal, staring at the stream, feeling that everything was just like a dream.

"I am now considered to be on the immortal mountain..."

As he said this, he took out the identity card of the menial disciple and bit his finger to drip a drop of blood on it.

Suddenly, the bronze identity card shook slightly, emitting a flash of blood, and he whispered his name again.

The words "Jiang Zheng" appeared behind the identity card.

"How magical!" Jiang Zheng's eyes showed a hint of joy. These were all taught to him by Kong Qing. The reason why he let the identity card recognize its owner now was because he had not made up his mind to infiltrate Lingxi Sect before.

Now that the car has reached the front of the mountain, there is no way back. Originally, he thought that he could join the immortal mountain with his low-grade spiritual roots, but then he changed his mind and thought that Lingxi Sect only accepts disciples once every ten years.

The most important thing is that although Hu Liang died on the tiger's fang that day, Zhu Shengwu ran away. If he really sneaked into the sect, he would have to avoid him. It would be too risky to go to the immortal mountain openly.

Thinking of Zhu Shengwu, Jiang Zheng's eyes were filled with hatred. He did not forget that it was he and Hu Liang who came together to snatch the red cloud grass that day.

Force him and his grandfather into a desperate situation!

"Just wait, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

Jiang Zheng packed up his things and threw away all his dirty clothes.

"Eh? Why is there a errand disciple here? It's a good opportunity to clean up the cave."

A streak of light fell from the sky, and a flying sword blocked Jiang Zheng.

"May I have your name?"

The man asked in a calm tone. He stood on the sword, dressed in white, with an extraordinary temperament.

"Senior Brother, my name is Jiang Zheng," Jiang Zheng replied. Although he had never been to the fairy mountain, he had read in books that when meeting someone of higher status than oneself, one should call him "Senior Brother".

And the other party is obviously of higher status than himself.

"Come up," the other party nodded and uttered two words coldly.

"This... May I ask where are you taking me, brother?" Jiang Zheng did not dare to follow the other party easily and became alert.

"Just come up. You are just a chores disciple. How can I harm you?"

The other party was a little displeased when he saw Jiang Zheng hesitating.

After thinking about it, Jiang Zheng stood on the sword carefully, but he almost fell down because of an instability.

"Huh? Why don't you have any cultivation?" the other party asked with a frown.

"Brother, I have just started learning. My spiritual roots are low and I haven't made any progress yet," Jiang Zheng said calmly.

"What a trouble..." The other party waved his hand and a ray of light shot out from his sleeve, stabilizing his body.

Then he pinched his fingers together, and the flying sword shook lightly, soared into the sky, and flew towards Lingxi Mountain.

The scenery under his feet soon turned into a sea of ​​green. The strong wind blew Jiang Zheng's robe, and occasionally a flash of light passed by him.

Lingxi Mountain slowly enlarged before his eyes, and a stream of snow-white clouds descended from the top of the mountain and circled around the mountainside.

The white building sits on the top of the mountain, cranes dance among the clouds, rare and exotic animals run in the woods, and black ancient apes can jump hundreds of feet in one leap.

Jiang Zheng stood silently behind the other person, looking around curiously, fascinated for a moment.

Soon, the flying sword carried the two of them halfway up the mountain.

"arrive"

Jiang Zheng jumped off the flying sword, looked around, clenched his fists and celebrated secretly in his heart.

Great! Successfully infiltrated Lingxi Sect!

Next, he would seek the advice of the immortals first, and then kill Zhu Shengwu to make his mind clear!