system's super sect

After burning incense, Huancheng stood at the top of the city, watching Mo Lin and Jiang Yueye leave the city. Mo Lin raised his head and glanced at him, Huancheng also looked down at Mo Lin, the two looked at each other for a long time before Mo Lin turned around and left, disappearing in

In the forest road.

When Mo Lin left, Huancheng turned around and shouted to the people surrounding the city: "Everyone, go back."

"Let's all go."

The soldiers under the city also began to disperse the people.

Looking at the people gradually dispersing, Mo Lin said to himself expressionlessly, "My Cangwu City is probably the only city without a hundred sect alliances. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it's hard to say."

Huan Shan on the side said: "Father, the demon king has died in the Immortal Sect, what else do you arrange? By the way, father, I have something to discuss with you."

"Speak directly if you have something to say."

"I...want to join the Immortal Sect."

"Yeah, I got it."

Huan Shan was stunned for a moment when he heard Huancheng's answer, and then he couldn't believe the fact. He raised his head and looked at his father in surprise.

From the moment he can remember, his father has been transmitting the idea of ​​him becoming a city lord, and has been training him to be an excellent city lord. He has spent a lot of effort in training him over the years. In Huanshan's view, if he gives up

Being the city lord would be equivalent to letting his father's hard work go to waste. It should be impossible for his father to let him join the Immortal Sect.

But he never expected that his father would actually nod.

At this time, Huan Shan heard another sentence.

"Say goodbye to your mother today, and my father will take you to the mountain early tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you father."

Huan Shan nodded happily.

On the morning of the next day, Huancheng led Huanshan to the Immortal Sect on horseback. He also asked Huanshan to carry many things in his hands, as if he was going to pay New Year's greetings. Wen Ping also happened to come from the tenth floor.

After coming out of the tower, the two happened to meet in the square. Huancheng said with a smile: "Good boy, you have become the patron saint of Cangwu City now. This reputation has surpassed that of me, the city lord."

"Uncle, didn't you come up to the mountain just to talk about this?"

He starts to brag as soon as he comes up, and the person who brags feels uneasy.

Huancheng chuckled and said, "That's about right. But the main purpose today is to leave my son with you."

"Have you decided not to be the city lord?"

Wen Ping glanced at Huan Shan, who nodded quickly.

Wen Ping then said: "Okay, let's do that. Uncle, feel free to hand over your son to the Immortal Sect. I guarantee that we will beat you to the ground in a few years. But please pay the entrance fee first."

Huancheng originally thought Wen Ping's jokes were quite funny, but when he heard that he had to pay an entrance fee, he immediately looked at Wen Ping in shock, "Boy, are you still doing this with me?"

Wen Ping responded, "Uncle, I can't accept Huanshan without paying the entrance fee. This has nothing to do with the relationship. The entrance fee is 1,000 gold coins. This is the Immortal Sect's rules."

"You kid, you've stolen all my money."

Huancheng politely took out a money bag, took out a gold ticket worth a thousand gold, handed it to Wen Ping, and then snatched the gift box from Huanshan's hand.

Huan Shan hurriedly shouted: "Father, this is not..."

Huancheng immediately responded, "I bought this for my father to eat for myself."

After hearing this, Huan Shan smiled helplessly, and immediately shrugged helplessly again.

After getting the golden ticket, Wen Ping didn't care whether the gift Huancheng brought was for him or he took it back to eat. He continued: "Huanshan, from now on you will be my registered disciple of the Immortal Sect."

Huancheng turned around and asked Wen Ping, "Boy, I spent thousands of gold, how come my son is a registered disciple?"

There is an unwritten rule in the sect regarding registered disciples.

Don’t teach the orthodoxy, don’t teach the important techniques.

No guidance allowed, all depends on oneself.

No one would be willing to be a registered disciple unless they were desperate.

Wen Ping naturally knew this, but he didn't explain it. He just said: "The standard for disciples of the Immortal Sect is the fifth level of physical training at the age of five. Uncle, I have made an exception for Huanshan Huanshan."

"Hey, you still dislike my son's poor qualifications."

Seeing that his father was about to argue with Wen Ping, Huan Shan reluctantly accepted the words, and then began to push Huan Cheng down, "Dad, okay, do you think Wen Ping will still treat me badly and abuse me?"

No? Let’s go, go home, walk slowly, don’t send me off, and have a safe journey..."

After seeing off Huancheng, the Immortal Sect finally returned to peace.

It was at this time that the Immortal Sect's transformation of heaven and earth was finally completed, and a coolness instantly filled the top of Yunlan Mountain in the hot summer.

Although heat is nothing to a body-refining cultivator, who wouldn't want to cool off under the scorching sun?

They wanted to take Huan Shan directly to the dormitory area to settle down. When passing by the kitchen, Wen Ping remembered that there was a well in the kitchen, and the water from the well was the water they drank every day.

With curiosity about the spiritual water, Wen Ping first came to the ancient well.

Throw the bucket away!

Snap!

After seeing the bottom, Wen Ping quickly lifted it up and brought up half a bucket of well water.

At first glance, the well water looked the same. It was just ordinary well water. Wen Ping immediately scooped some out with a ladle, brought it to his mouth and took a sip. The special sweetness instantly swirled in his mouth. Before

The well water was also sweet, but it didn't have the soothing sweetness it does now.

Wen Ping quickly took a big sip and felt the cool well water entering his stomach. His whole body suddenly became excited, and he felt as if he had been thirsty for a long time and got water.

When the sweet feeling passes through your mouth, the feeling is even more intoxicating.

It makes people want to take a second sip after the first sip.

After drinking all the water in the gourd, Wen Ping couldn't help but sigh, "What a wonderful water!"

At this time, the voice of the system came quietly, "Host, you can only drink three scoops of this spiritual water a day, two scoops for the elders, and one scoop for the disciples."

"No, you have to set rules for drinking water?"

"For the sake of the host, if people drink it unscrupulously, it will become ordinary well water. The taste may not change, but no one will cherish it."

"Okay."

Wen Ping nodded, understanding the system's original intention of doing this.

Yes, this guy is controlling!

What a controlling system, it’s terrible!

At this time, Huan Shan laughed at the side and said: "Sect Master, you are exaggerating. You have been drinking this water for 18 years, and you think it is good water today?"

"Would you like some?"

"Well, I happen to be thirsty too."

Wen Ping scooped out a ladle of water from the bucket and handed it to Huan Shan.

Huan Shan immediately raised it up and drank it all in one gulp like a bold man drinking water. After just two sips, he froze there with eyes wide open.

"The water is really good."

"Haha." Wen Ping smiled and took the water ladle from his hand.

"This is sweeter and more refreshing than the water from the ancient spring I found deep in the forest. So, here's another scoop. This water is really good."

"No more."

"I just called you my lord, why didn't you take care of me and didn't even let me drink the water?"

"The rules of the Immortal Sect are that disciples can only drink one scoop of water a day."

"Is there still such a rule?"

"There are many rules. You will understand it when you stay in the Immortal Sect for a long time." After saying that, Wen Ping picked up the water ladle again, scooped out a ladle, and put it into his belly.

"Why are you still drinking?"

"I am the sect master."

I was speechless around the mountain, and I had no words to say.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, have you eaten rice dumplings? What kind of fillings did you eat? Please leave a message in this chapter. I will randomly select a lucky reader and give him a ladle of well water from the Immortal Sect!