"......Senior, here is the 'Mihong Bridge'. After passing the 'Caishi Xuan' in front, you can reach the 'Fangyuan Pavilion'. The elders and the others are there..."

“……..........”

Jing Hua and the female cultivator stood up in the early morning and took a flying boat across the sky to the "Fangyuan Peak".

Starting from the mountain gate, the two walked for almost an hour. The female cultivator introduced too many places, including "Sword Washing Pool", "Koutian Pavilion", "Sutra Distinguishing Platform", etc. Jing Hua had some impression at the beginning, but later he was confused and completely confused, so he simply stopped memorizing it.

It’s not a reason for Jing Hua to give up. The mountain gate of the “Yi Shenzong” is too large and complex. In the “Flat Peak” alone, there are hundreds of floating peaks, several miles apart from each other and dozens of miles apart.

The mountain gate ban method changes from time to time, and the surrounding scenery is adjusted simultaneously. For an "outsider" who has not entered the mountain gate, it is really difficult to clarify the context and remember the journey back and forth.

Fortunately, the female cultivator was familiar with the road. After walking for more than an hour, they finally arrived outside the "Fangyuan Pavilion". The female cultivator stopped and turned to signal to Jinghua.

"Senior, the elders are inside, you can just answer according to the truth."

“Thank you…”

Jing Hua cleaned up his clothes and walked into the hall with great strides.

Before coming, he thought very clearly, "Huo Lei Gate" and "Guanyue Zhai", along the way, there were no words to go through the ups and downs. It is rare to get started with the "Yi Shenzong" and you can do your best. If you put the results, you don't have to take them seriously.

There are many schools of sects in the world, but what is valuable is that the will is consistent and perseverance is. As long as the heart of Tao remains unchanged, setbacks are just a refining.

"My younger generation, Jing Hua, pay homage to all elders..."

The wood and stone "Fangyuan Pavilion" are deconstructed, and the furnishings are very simple. Nine monks sat in a circle, closing their eyes or smiling, and their expressions were quite gentle.

They did not let go of their own aura, and Jing Hua felt a little palpitations. Most of the elders were in the realm of transforming the gods, and there might be real people in the Nascent Soul.

"Hehe, Jing Hua is right, sit... sit..."

The old man in the middle laughed before he could speak, giving people a sense of affinity.

"...... I am Mi Changzu, the 'Fangyuan Peak', and I presided over this inquiry. Xiaoyou Jing does not have to be restrained. Those who can enter this pavilion are all young handsome men in the six realms. No matter what the result is, Xiaoyou Jing has extraordinary cultivation and can be proud of his disciples of the same generation. It is really not easy for casual cultivators to achieve this achievement..."

"Xiemi Palm Courtyard..."

Jing Hua bowed and bowed again and sat down in front of the cushion. As a result, he was as high as the elders and saw more clearly.

Nine elders, five women and four men, some are old and some are "young". They have different expressions and different appearances, but they wear homogeneous Taoist robes, which are very similar to what he wears.

In addition, a middle-aged woman on the right is the most eye-catching. It is not because of her beautiful appearance, but because of her shoulders a five-color parrot. The parrot half-squinted her eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Jing Hua straightened his back and his eyes became clearer. Whether the other party praised or derogatory, he responded to all changes with the same answer. He only asked for his original intention.

Mi Changzu's smile remained unchanged, and she picked up the white paper on the table. She talked hundreds of times, about three or five hundred words. Jing Hua could see clearly that it was the "past experience" he wrote.

"My friend Jing, let go of your experience and don't talk about it. I am very curious about your calligraphy level. There are tens of thousands of random cultivators who come to this sect, and only a few can write smoothly. Some of the disciples of Juling were born in poverty and never even read and read. The "experience" you wrote is rigorous, the writing is steep, and the writing is upright and beautiful. Haha... I asked myself that there are many classics I have read, but I have never seen such a font. Can I solve my doubts first?"

Jing Hua felt a stern.

"Time travel and rebirth" is his biggest secret. Even after many years of experience, his character habits, love, hate, and joy and dislike are still extremely difficult to change. In his previous life, he was influenced by his father and practiced calligraphy for ten years. He chose the "Jiuchenggong Liquan Inscription" from the Tang Dynasty for his calligraphy.

The regular script of "Ou style" is both square and round, with strong and straight dots and strokes. It remains stable in the slanting side, compact and sparse. It is known as the number one regular script of the Tang Dynasty.

Jing Hua has only got some "fur" and is not very good. However, no one has seen "Euro" in the Moon Watching Continent. At first sight, he suddenly saw a rock falling from a peak, a moon in the sky, a cloud of thousands of miles, and a withered vines, and he inevitably felt a stunning heart.

"Qi Mingjianyuan, the younger generation was naughty when they were young and had an unstable temperament. Therefore, the elders in the family were strictly controlled and forced to practice calligraphy for several years. The copybook was written by the elders first, and the younger generation copied it every day, but they had to look and did not get the charm. The younger generation was ashamed of the praise of the Mi Zhangyuan... "

"You should, you should, you should, you can't write these words, so you have to leave them to enjoy them. Jing Hua, the white wolf's divine horse is extraordinary. You can tell me from the ruins of the Southern Xinjiang Road. Let's listen..."

It is another secret of Jing Hua's knowledgeable about the people and his ability to change is Jing Hua's other secret. But facing the elders of the sect, lying and lying is undoubtedly the worst way to do it.

Jing Hua had a long time in his mind, and now he talked about his experience in Nanjiang Dao. He told the truth all the time, and only omitted the key points such as the fact that the rice ball was detained by the big formation and communication with others.

Everyone in the hall did not comment. They were all old and had long been invisible and disgusted. When they heard Jing Hua talk about the disciples of the "Five Poisons Sect", there was no change in his face, as if he was listening to gossip about drinking water and eating.

After Jing Hua finished speaking, the middle-aged man in the right hand suddenly interrupted and asked, "Jinghua, you have just built the foundation and dared to go deep into the dense forest of the southern border. You are too brave. Have you ever thought about why you persevere and practice every day?"

The integration of "Jinghua" and "Green Old Man"'s soul is too strange, involving "reincarnation gourd" and "time travel and rebirth". Therefore, Jinghua did not mention it in front of the hall, but only said that he seemed to feel something in his heart, and he traveled south and then discovered the remains.

The problem of middle-aged monks is a bit abrupt, and others may have never thought about it. However, Jing Hua has already thought about it countless times after living for a lifetime.

"Elder Qibing, it's to survive..."

First, they met Wang's family in the Gawara Castle, and then Zhao's family in the "Guanyuezhai". The crisis has never been far away from Jinghua. Although they did not hold on to the open fire and killed people and rob, the invisible knife was close to Jinghua. The reason why Jinghua continued to strive for progress was largely because he felt the pressure.

"oh......"

The middle-aged monk did not ask the reason, but changed the topic directly.

"Since that's the case, has a relative ever appeared, making you willing to give your life in exchange for his continued survival?"

Jing Hua pondered for a moment and denied it flatly: "No."

"Um....."

The middle-aged monk closed his eyes and stopped talking, making it difficult to see joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. An old woman on the left then spoke, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Jinghua, in the 'Rolling Curtain Valley', you have intervened to prevent the casual cultivator from searching for the bad luck of Xiahou Jie. As the old man knows, you and Xiahou boy are not related to it, and you have never seen them before entering the mountain. There is a little girl among the casual cultivators who are good at dispatching. If she works hard, you may not be able to escape unscathed. Why would you choose to interfere with irrelevant little business?"
Chapter completed!