Chapter 116 There are so many people
Yunxiao City, an isolated city with a river and a mountain at its back, is not in line with the location of the cities belonging to the northern sects, which are well connected and have convenient transportation.
Fortunately, there are towering ancient trees and mountain flowers all over the way, and the scenery is quite pleasant.
Tao Xian was silent all the way. Lin Du lazily lay on the deck of the spirit boat and used the knowledge penetration method to make up for his sleep. Xia Tianwu Ben was not talkative. Mo Lin was afraid of the wind, so he still sat upright in the cabin, facing Tao Xian.
At this moment, the six people on the boat were silent.
Ju Yuan and Feng Yi sat one after the other, looking like worried parents. Looking at the person who covered her face with a book but not her body, they couldn't help frowning and wanted to find a blanket to cover her. Then they thought that she was an ice spirit root and probably wouldn't be infected with any cold.
When they were almost there, Xia Tianwu was about to call for help, but Lin Du had already sat up, took off the Heart Sutra that had slipped off his face, and turned to look at the gate of Feixing Sect. It was daytime, and there were traces of spiritual power left by countless flying magic tools between the misty green mountains.
The group landed at the gate, and before the guarding disciple opened his mouth, one of them blurted out, "There are so many people."
The Supreme Sect probably never saw so many people in his life.
The guarding disciple couldn't help but complain in his heart, wondering what kind of person who had never seen the world could say such a thing, but when he looked over, he was stunned by the face.
The person who spoke was wearing a black robe made of expensive fabric, and had a dignified face that looked like he had never seen the world. He had a strange-looking heavy iron folding fan hanging around his waist, and was standing in the middle of the group.
There were also immortals around him. Although they were not dressed ostentatiously, their clothes and ornaments were all extraordinary.
Lin Du turned to look at Tao Xian, "How many people are there in your Feixing Sect? No matter how many good talents there are in the cultivation world, you can't just grab them like this."
Tao Xian looked as if he had never been injured. He stood straight, wearing a clean Feixing Sect disciple uniform with the seven stars of the North Fighter woven with silver threads, shining like a gathering of precious light.
He thought for a while, "Every year we recruit menial disciples and outer disciples. I don't know the exact number, but in the end, there are at least ten thousand people in the entire sect?"
This time even Ju Yuan exclaimed, "So many? Aren't you worried about not having enough resources?" Feng
Yi put his hands behind his back, "Ordinary disciples don't consume many resources."
Take any disciple of the Supreme Sect, and the resources left over from him can be used by a large sect to train dozens of direct disciples.
Lin Du felt that they were not eating meat, so he changed the subject, "Let's go, business is more important."
"Excuse me, Uncle Tao Xian, who are these people?"
"The Taoist priests of the Supreme Sect." Tao Xian said briefly. He didn't want to stay here for too long. His heart was suffering from torture day and night. When he was approaching the end, he felt a little timid.
The guard bowed hurriedly, "So they are the
Taoist priests of the Supreme Sect." The Supreme Sect is like a mountain to ordinary cultivators. It exists in those official historical records. No matter which one it is, it will always leave a glorious name in this world.
When Tao Xian arrived at the foot of the peak, he did not immediately rush to the colorful golden palace above. He said, "Master, you go first. I want to... go back to the residence of my fellow disciples."
Lin Du glanced at him. The man was already very gloomy, but he did not have any resentment.
Just such a cold glance, intersecting with Tao Xian's eyes, even Mo Lin, a fool, could read the desperate taste in it.
Lin Du nodded, "You go, we will wait for you up there."
Tao Xian retracted his gaze, but for no reason he felt that he had more support behind him.
In his life, he should have relied on the upper part, but now it fell on outsiders.
In the past, he would not have thought that the three words "Supreme Sect" not only meant the gods who saved people from evil spirits for ordinary people, but also meant the last helping hand for him, a disciple of a big sect.
The group of people from the Supreme Sect landed on the top of the mountain.
A young man wearing the uniform of a disciple was waiting outside. He was not surprised to see a few people. "Master had expected that there would be distinguished guests coming today, so he asked me to wait here and receive everyone."
The five people entered the Golden Hall. The disciple served tea to everyone one by one. When it came to Lin Du, she suddenly coughed violently, and the tea she held up was swept to the ground by her violent body shaking.
The person calmly used spiritual power to hold it up, and then stretched out his hand to hold it. Lin Du covered his lips and lowered his eyes to sweep it.
The base of his palm was clean and intact.
Lin Du coughed with a more mocking smile.
The black satin wrapped the thin figure of the young man. When he coughed, the shoulder blades on his back were tied to the drooping cloth, making him look more bony and weak.
The disciple looked at Lin Du with some worry in his eyes, "Little Taoist priest, are you okay?"
Xia Tianwu suddenly spoke, "It's okay, I'm really sorry, my little uncle was born with deficiencies, and was persecuted by Qi Zhun and Shao Fei, his heart and lungs are damaged, and he often coughs up blood, which has polluted your master's golden palace."
Lin Du reached out to take the handkerchief that Xia Tianwu handed over, wiped off the bright red leaking from the gaps between his pale fingers, raised his face and smiled at the man embarrassedly.
The disciple's face also had a bit of hatred and resentment, "It's all the evil way's fault. Now that the outer sect has been made gloomy by those aristocratic families, it also gave such evil spirits the opportunity to fish in troubled waters."
Lin Du picked up the tea, turned his head and glanced at Feng Yi, the two of them met eyes, and then picked up the teacup at the same time.
The character of this young disciple... He is actually Yin Zhong's disciple.
Lin Du thought more deeply, she always felt that Yin Zhong had left a way out.
Among such a group of disciples, there is such a spotless disciple. If I remember correctly, he should be ranked seventh.
Yin Zhong represents the grassroots cultivators without background. The disciples accepted in the sect are all civilian disciples from the outer sect.
Only this old seventh was accepted by Yin Zhong in the last Zhongzhou election by the sect master himself. It can be regarded as snatching food from the hands of the elders of the aristocratic family.
Lin Du lowered his eyes. This person's cultivation is comparable to hers, and he has not even formed a pill yet.
How come this person is also selected from the Zhongzhou election? He is in his thirties, why hasn't he reached the Tengyun realm yet, even those registered disciples have reached the Tengyun realm.
This is really a bit strange.
The boy suddenly raised his head and shouted in one direction, "Master."
Lin Du raised his head and looked over. This Elder Yin Zhong, who was said to have suffered a loss of cultivation, actually had a head full of white hair. He was still wearing a dark blue elder's uniform with countless stars embroidered on it. He walked with a steady step and a solemn expression.
She keenly felt that something was wrong, and after watching for a while, she finally saw some unusual meanings.
The cold and hard expression on Yin Zhong's face, which showed no sadness or joy and had seen through the vicissitudes of life, was 50% similar to her evil master.
Lin Du's smile turned colder, and he unconsciously grasped the floating fan at his waist.
This face is really disgusting.
If she kept this person for another quarter of an hour, she would be unable to sleep or eat, and her appetite for lunch would be gone.