The top of the mountain.

A place where clouds and mist gather.

There are three people standing side by side.

"Have you seen any good seeds this year?"

A man in mysterious robes with an air of immortality was the first to speak.

He was slightly older than the other two, but he was still only around thirty, and the seriousness between his brows and eyes made him look quite mature.

Next to the man in Xuanpao, a very young man looked down and his gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and see the mountains below.

He said:

"Senior Brother, there is really a good one. He has already reached the upper stage of the One Hundred Thousand Steps to Heaven Road!"

"If he can really climb to the top of the mountain, how about this good young man for me?" Finally, the woman with a stunning face in a yellow shirt couldn't wait to speak and said urgently: "Senior Brother, I've been waiting for you recently.

Now that I have some free time, if he comes into my Siyin Pavilion, I can concentrate on teaching him."

Qin Qinglang slowly shook his head, his face still looking calm and calm.

"Junior Sister Yunying, don't be anxious."

"What's the rush?"

Yunying frowned slightly and said displeasedly:

"I'm afraid the head brother wants to keep it for her, right?!"

As soon as this "she" is mentioned.

Even the blueprint has changed its expression.

There was a look of helplessness on that extremely young, fair and handsome face.

Qin Qinglang frowned slightly and asked:

"Where's Yingqian? Didn't you inform her earlier?"

"At this time, she should..."

Before Blueprint finished speaking, another lazy voice sounded.

"Coming."

Along with a very faint aroma of wine.

A flash of red jumped into the sight of the three people.

Lantu subconsciously covered his nose, rolled his eyes again, and asked angrily;

"Yingqian, how much did you drink in this broad daylight?"

"Not much."

Yingqian burped, opened his hazy eyes, and murmured:

"Just...three or two pots of wine?"

"This is a gathering of spirits held every seven years. What kind of small occasion do you think it is?"

Qin Qinglang snorted coldly, glanced at the wine stains on the corners of Yingqian's lips, and became even more angry:

"I've been drunk all day long, and my reputation as a Qinghengshan mountain will be ruined by you!"

He was full of accusations.

However, when Yingqian was swaying and almost falling, he raised his hand and waved out a burst of spiritual power to stabilize her body.

Seeing this scene, Lantu turned around and smiled with Yunying:

"I knew that the head senior brother couldn't bear to talk about her more."

Yunying had a sullen face and did not answer the blueprint's words.

Yingqian used the force to steady herself, but she still couldn't stand up straight. There was a hint of moisture in her eyes, and her voice was dragged into a long and sloppy tone.

"Aren't there three more who haven't come? Why are you angry with me?"

Seeing that Qin Qinglang's face turned darker, Lantu quickly bumped Yingqian with his elbow, telling her not to say anything more.

"They are still making excuses. They have serious business. Can they be the same as you?"

"We are all the masters of the seven pavilions, and they all have their own specialties. Only you, besides drinking alcohol every day, your entire cultivation will be ruined!"

Qin Qinglang waved his sleeves.

The large clouds and fog below were dispersed.

Revealing the 100,000-step road to heaven that hovers among the tens of thousands of feet high mountains.

Countless black spots moved slowly on the stairs.

Yingqian rubbed his drunken eyes and saw clearly that they were countless children.

"So many children?"

When Qin Qinglang wasn't paying attention, she took a sip of wine and muttered:

"I can't raise children well."

Lantu gave her a blank look and reached out to grab the wine bottle.

"You've never raised one, how do you know it's not good?"

"Who said I..."

As soon as Ying Qian opened her mouth, a dazed expression appeared in her eyes. Something seemed to flash through her mind, but it was too fast for her to see clearly.

This is a stunning feat.

The wine bottle has been snatched away by the blueprint.

Putting the wine bottle into the storage ring, he quickly advised Yingqian for fear of being angry:

"Drink later, otherwise the head brother will be angry again. I will pay you back later."

Qin Qinglang coughed lowly.

"Junior Brother Lantu, I am not deaf."

Blueprint grinned awkwardly.

For fear of being held accountable by Qin Qinglang, he quickly said to Ying Qian:

"What are you thinking about? These young people who came here this year to become immortals, the head brother specially reserved them for you to choose first!"

"yes."

Yunying glanced at Yingqian and said with displeasure:

"Even if I want to choose, I have to be ranked behind Junior Sister Yingqian."

"Don't I already have a few apprentices?" Yingqian rubbed her forehead, her head hurt again. She squinted her eyes, looking bored, "Why do you still want to accept them? It's so troublesome."

Lantu frowned when he saw her, and quickly took out a cold jade porcelain bottle from the storage ring.

He poured a pill out of it, sent it to Yingqian, and asked anxiously:

"You haven't taken any medicine today? How come you have this headache again?"

Yingqian swallowed the pill in one gulp, and his headache eased a little.

"It's a problem I've had since I was a child. It's not life-threatening, so there's no need to worry about it."

She looked indifferent.

I even wanted to take a couple more sips of wine.

Qin Qinglang glared at Yingqian and ordered Lantu:

"Junior Brother Lantu, after the Soul Gathering Conference, you go to her place and take her pulse."

"yes."

Lantu immediately responded, scanning the 100,000 steps at his feet with his peripheral vision, and let out a sound of surprise.

"You've climbed to the top now? It's so fast!"

It's not just a blueprint either.

Even Qin Qinglang and Yunying were a little surprised.

Only a few hours have passed, and you can actually climb these 100,000 stairs. What kind of extraordinary talent and resilience must you have?

"Heavenly talent!"

Lantu sighed while stroking his palms, glanced at Yunying, saw a look of surprise in her eyes, and said quickly:

"What a pity, this is the one chosen by the head senior brother for Yingqian!"

He deliberately emphasized his tone.
To be continued...