This immortal is a bit fierce

In midsummer, the sun is as hot as fire.

On the hilltop southwest of Fengping City, in a small courtyard in the corner of a dilapidated sect, someone was lying under the shade of a tree, enjoying the coolness and humming a song:

"There is no computer or air conditioning. I am not happy physically and mentally. I forget about my mobile phone and power bank..."

When I started humming enthusiastically, a voice came from outside the yard: "Big Huang!"

When the singing stopped, the young man who was enjoying the shade stood up and stretched himself out, complaining to the elder who walked into the yard: "Master, how many times have I told you that you have to change your habit of adding 'big' and 'little' in front of other people's names."

"Rhubarb doesn't sound good? He's very happy when I call you Junior Brother Xiaobai."

"Rhubarb sounds like the dog raised by Uncle Liu in the village at the foot of the mountain." Huang Feng was a little depressed.

He has been in this world for a few years, and has barely adapted to the living environment here. To sum up, he may encounter monsters when walking on the road, and he may bump into ghosts when going out at night. Don't run around if nothing happens!

In addition, his master's surname is Xu Jingshan. He is an old and dishonest man who enjoys teasing his disciples.

Back then, he had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place. Xu Jingshan deceived him into accepting this cheap master by telling him, "I think your bones are amazing and you are a rare cultivation genius."

The Immortal Sect in Huang Feng's imagination should be hidden in a paradise with beautiful mountains and clear waters, or overlooking the world from the top of a majestic mountain or even a misty cloud.

In fact, the walls inside and outside their sect were in ruins, old vines were climbing all over the walls, weeds were growing everywhere, and they were in a state of desolation.

Huang Feng initially suspected that Xu Jingshan had randomly found the ruins of a small, declining sect, occupied the magpie's nest, and acted like a wolf in front of him.

Fortunately, Xu Jingshan can really control the evil spirits near Fengping City. After going up the mountain, his life has been quite peaceful.

As time went by, Huang Feng's doubts that "these evil spirits might be a scapegoat" were gradually dispelled.

But what he couldn't accept was that the number one hidden sect in the world that Xu Jingshan boasted about every day didn't even have a name, and was even called "low-key"!

This made Huang Feng extremely suspicious that Xu Jingshan had powerful enemies outside, and he was afraid of being found.

However, his doubts were flatly denied by Xu Jingshan.

"Nothing!" Xu Jingshan answered very firmly back then, and promised to add chicken drumsticks to dinner, so Huang Feng believed him.

He thought about it later, maybe Xu Jingshan was just addicted to talking. He had no disciples, no fame, and the sect that wanted everything but nothing was no different from a little transparent one, but he was the best in hiding.

When Xu Jingshan later added the word "Zeng" to the title, Huang Feng became even more convinced that it was just bragging!

It was also because he was a little panicked when he first arrived here and didn't think carefully enough that he fell into Xu Jingshan's way, so much so that he now regrets it for five minutes every day.

Over the years, including him, Xu Jingshan has only accepted seven disciples.

Just in case, Huang Feng always pays attention to his body shape to ensure that if Xu Jingshan wants to fatten up before killing him, he will not be the first one among the seven brothers and sisters!

Of course, if he doesn't focus on looks according to size and kills the handsome ones first, he will have no choice but to accept his fate.

Teaching the exercises every day was the only time Huang Feng felt that Xu Jingshan had a fairy spirit.

Xu Jingshan did not just throw a few exercises manuals to them and act as a master, but carefully explained the basics of cultivation and guided their brothers to open up their own different cultivation paths.

The senior brother likes to play with knives, and the junior brother likes to dance with swords. Under the guidance of Xu Jingshan, the paths of their spiritual energy in the veins are completely different, and there is no problem.

In Huang Feng's opinion, those who can teach students according to their aptitude are experts, so he still has a little respect for Xu Jingshan.

"Master, I'm talking to you!" In the yard, Xu Jingshan was quite dissatisfied when he saw Huang Feng distracted.

Huang Feng came back to his senses: "Master, tell me."

Xu Jingshan announced excitedly: "My master has just made a fortune, and the opportunity for our sect to rise again is about to come!"

Huang Feng answered smoothly: "Is it our duty to rebuild our sect's glory?"

Xu Jingshan looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect to hear such ambitious words from Huang Feng's mouth, and nodded happily: "Yes, you must have such a belief!"

Huang Feng curled his lips: "Master, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."

"you say."

Huang Feng's face was full of seriousness: "The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment, Master!"

Xu Jingshan gritted his teeth in anger: "I know you don't believe it, go and guard the Heart Lake in the back mountain, we are going to join the world!"

"Master, if you go to Fengping City to buy groceries on weekdays, does that count as joining the world?" Huang Feng was like a barbell.

"Get out!" Xu Jingshan raised his foot and was about to kick him. He was very careful about the other disciples under his sect, but this guy in front of him was very difficult and not cute at all!

"I can't go." Huang Feng sighed, went to pick up the fan under the tree, and walked slowly towards the back mountain.

The Heart Lake in the Back Mountain is the only place in the sect that Huang Feng feels is a treasured place for immortals.

The heart lake looks like just a shallow pool of clear water with no fish, shrimps, aquatic plants, and it is crystal clear to the bottom.

But no matter spring or summer, no matter rain or shine, the water in this pool is always like a bright mirror, without any ripples.

Huang Feng had previously encouraged his junior brother to go into the water to try out what it felt like. He had never thought that if someone stepped on it, it would be like stepping on a mirror and would not fall into the water.

The sun was scorching, and Huang Feng was standing by the pool but couldn't get into the water. Huang Feng wondered if Xu Jingshan was deliberately torturing him.

At this moment, sparkling water rippled in the lake in his heart. This was the first time he had seen such a vision.

Then a bottle made of condensed spiritual energy suddenly emerged from the water.

Huang Feng: "???"

Could this be the legendary... drifting bottle?

Before he could pick up the bottle, Xu Jingshan appeared behind him unnoticed, with a particularly proud tone: "How about it? Is the teacher's hexagram accurate?"

Huang Feng was not in a hurry to pick up the bottle. Based on his experience, drift bottles are very unreliable and should not be trusted easily: "Master, I feel like you are chattering too much today. Can you just tell me what you have to say?"

Xu Jingshan put away his usual carefree image, and rarely displayed a bit of majesty as a master and the leader of a sect. As soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Feng's head was filled with black lines: "Big Huang...

I know you have never believed that our sect was once the number one sect in the hidden world, but I really didn’t lie to you about this, but the title of ‘number one’ may be traced back to...”

Xu Jingshan licked his fingers and muttered: "Ten, a hundred, a thousand, by the way, about ten thousand years ago!"

Huang Feng couldn't bear to complain. In the past, Xu Jingshan kept secrets about the history of the sect. It was rare for him to speak this time. It didn't sound like he was teasing others. He decided to listen carefully first.

"Cough!" Xu Jingshan coughed pretending to be profound, and then said, "In this world, if there are ripples in the lake of the heart, something big will happen, and some extraordinary talent will emerge from the sky."

Huang Feng finally couldn't hold it back: "Master, do you mean that nothing major happened in these ten thousand years?"

Xu Jingshan glared over: "Of course there is a reason."

Huang Feng was puzzled: "What does that have to do with us now?"

Xu Jingshan spoke earnestly and thoughtfully: "There was a saying back then, 'A small building in the forest, a white water can guide the mind.' It was talking about us. At this time, our disciples will have to join the world and face disaster!"

"Ying Jie? Master, are you sure it's not a good thing?" Huang Feng thought, "It's going to be bad." He quickly said, "Such a precious training opportunity, let senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Jingshan had already taken a picture of the bottle in the lake and threw it to Huang Feng:

"Your senior brothers are either ignorant of the world, or they are still in seclusion, and your junior brother is still young.

And I thought about it, the sect re-entered the world, at such an important moment, the disciples sent represent the image of the sect, the whole sect, in terms of temperament, in terms of appearance...! "

Huang Feng: "Okay, Master, you don't need to say anything. It really has to be me. I'll just go!"