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Wei Dao was dressed in a plain Taoist robe without any decoration, and sat in the center of the main seat.

"I wasted a hundred years of my life without much achievement. I am deeply honored to have so many fellow Taoists present at the banquet today!"

Wei Dao has been the head of the Qingfeng Sect for forty years, and he is the head of the Qingfeng Sect.

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

"The head of He Wei's way is evergreen, and his life is as long as the sky!"

The guests in the field quickly stood up, raised their wine glasses in front of them, and congratulated in unison.

Even the foundation-building cultivator of the Wanshoumen, who had always looked indifferent, toasted after everyone toasted.

"Let's have a banquet!"

After a round of toasts and chips, Wei Dao clapped his hands, and a series of exquisite spiritual meals were brought up.

For a time, all the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

At the end of the birthday banquet, Wei Dao took the stage to talk about his experience in Taoism cultivation.

During monks' birthday banquets, it has been a millennium-old tradition in Mizhou to preach their cultivation experience to reward guests.

It doesn't involve exercises or spells, it's just Wei Dao's understanding of Dao, which is mysterious and mysterious.

Everyone in the arena was confused, only the foundation-building cultivator of Wanshoumen and a few major cultivators in the later stage of foundation-building looked upright and listened attentively.

It is said that in ancient times, foundation building was regarded as the entry into immortality, and pill formation was a leap in the essence of life, which involved the superficiality of the true meaning of Dao.

What Wei Dao explained was part of his own understanding of Dao, and those who did not reach the realm were of course like listening to heavenly scriptures.

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

For Sanxiu in Heishan County, these few days are important days to change his life.

Qingfeng Sect opens its gate every ten years, and the day to recruit disciples from the whole county is just around the corner.

As long as you have a clean background and no crimes, you are eligible to run for election. ,

Every year, nearly a hundred lucky casual cultivators become handyman disciples and complete the process of leaping over the dragon's gate in their mouths.

Outside the Qingfeng Sect sect, groups of loose cultivators can be seen on every hilltop, the total number may not be less than a thousand.

There is a clever casual repairer who has already occupied a prominent place and set up a booth to start selling goods.

With such a large flow of people, dozens of stalls quickly developed, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the business was very lively.

However, everyone is short of spirit stones, and they basically barter.

"I heard that there are several hundred more rogue cultivators than usual. I don't know if my meager cultivation level will make Qingfeng sect pay attention."

Opposite this temporary small market, a tea shed was propped up, and four people sat on a wooden table, all of whom came to open the mountain gate to the Qingfeng Gate, wanting to change the gate and become a Qingfeng gate. A disciple of Fengmen.

The man who spoke looked to be in his thirties, and his facial features looked like a man's, only a pair of thick eyebrows were extremely eye-catching.

Wearing a worn Taoist robe, although it was washed very clean, the corners of the clothes where the cleaning runes were embroidered were loose and loose, which still exposed his embarrassing financial situation.

"Little friend Lu, why worry? Although a large number of monks from other counties have moved in this year, I think the emperor will understand the hard work of us and the local monks in Montenegro, and give more consideration when dividing the quota."

A grey-haired old man sitting opposite pouted the corner of his mouth in disdain, motioning to look across.

"A group of outlanders want to grab our spot!"

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

"Of course you don't have to worry, Old Man Tong. He has a craft of spiritual planting. He was once employed as a spiritual farmer in the Xiuxian family, and he has the experience of independently looking after ten acres of spiritual fields."

Lu Song sighed, his two thick eyebrows were almost connected together due to anxiety.

"Casual cultivators with a skill are the most popular in the Qingfeng sect, and they are sure to be sure to become a handyman disciple. It's not like me, in my early thirties, I only have the fourth level of Qi refining, and I haven't mastered a single skill... If I were the immortal master of the Qingfeng sect , will not recruit such a waste entry!"

The new casual cultivators who moved out of the country basically have the middle stage of Qi refining, and even the masters in the late stage of Qi refining sat in the tea shed for half an hour and saw two of them.

No matter how low the cultivation base was, they basically died on the way to escape, and they couldn't make it to Heishan County if they persisted.

Lu Songxiu is not outstanding, and his age has no advantage. In previous years, when there was not much competition, he still had the opportunity to be a handyman disciple.

But in this mountain gate apprentice recruitment ceremony, the competitiveness is not as good as that of the third-level Qi refining old man Tong.

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 Tong, as soon as he entered the sect, he could play a role and take care of the Lingtian.

"Haha, I'm going to be sixty soon, if I can really become a disciple of Shangzong's handyman, this life will be worth it!"

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

The four of them just met on the way to Qingfengmen three days ago, because the scattered cultivators gathered and the flow of people was chaotic. Although there is the threat of the Qingfeng Sect signboard, and there are sect disciples patrolling with swords everywhere, but there is no guarantee that there will be a bold Jiexiu, so the four people agreed to move here together.

In the past two days, Lu Song relied on his mid-stage Qi-refining cultivation, so he looked down on Old Tong's cultivation, and his words were very contemptuous.

After all, at the most relaxed time in the past, it was safe for casual cultivators to cultivate as a handyman disciple.

Lu Song originally had an unrealistic dream of ascending to the sky, but when he came near the mountain gate and saw the monks all over the mountains and plains, as well as the mid-stage casual practitioners of Qi refining everywhere, he instantly became a frosted eggplant.

Even if it is to recruit the most low-level handyman disciples, Qingfeng Sect seems to have countless better choices than him.

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

"Of course, the most stable one here is little brother Bai! You are less than seventeen years old and the fourth level of Qi refining. I really don't know how you practiced, little brother. It must have started in the womb!"

Old man Tong yelled exaggeratedly, blowing his beard and staring.

This young man surnamed Bai has good features and a slender figure. Although he can't be called handsome, he has a calm demeanor and is very comfortable in his manner and conversation.

Looking at the young man, Lu Song was also filled with emotion: "Yes, at this age, little brother Bai has the same level of cultivation as me, maybe he can directly become an outer disciple... In the future, when we become prosperous, you must support us. "

"A few fellow daoists are exaggerating. I think there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the registered monks. It's my turn to be the leader."

Bai Zichen said with a smile while drinking the bland ordinary tea.

A week ago, he packed up his clothes, said goodbye to his elders, and set off to Qingfengmen on his own, following the agreement that day to be the inner disciple.

It was the first time for Bai Zichen to go out alone for a walk, and when he was not far from Qingfengmen, he saw many teams of loose cultivators.

In his mouth, he practiced with an elder since he was a child, traveled all over the world, and had no fixed residence.

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

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

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