Chapter 29

"You guys, follow me."

Among those dog tribes, a big man with a completely dog ​​head raised his black whip and whipped the evil dog hard on the butt.

The evil dog roared, grinned, turned his head, used his limbs together, rolled up gusts of wind, blew up all the snowflakes around him, forming a blizzard, and rushed into the depths of the snowfield.

For a moment, all the young men ran away and followed the dogs.

After about half a cup of tea, the sky gradually became brighter.

The wind gradually became stronger, mixed with snowflakes and snow, which made people's face painful.

In the blizzard, a huge palace outline gradually emerged in front of everyone.

As everyone gradually walked in, the outline of the huge palace was slowly clear.

Looking up.

This palace is dozens of feet high, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, and is in the shape of a pointed cone. On the rock wall, there are carved dragons and phoenixes dancing, and the twelve stone pillars are all green and transparent. Inside the palace, clouds and mists are like the sea, and the fairy bridges are flying, and the eaves of the palace can be seen vaguely, with awe-inspiring atmosphere, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

I saw that there was no cold winter inside, white walls, green trees, red tiles, red doors, towers, pavilions, flower terraces, strange trees, high and low, beautiful scenery, a stream flows east and west, either a fish pond or a lake, where golden scales swim fish, shining brightly. It looked a little confused, as if the smoke and clouds were changing, but they were lifelike, and it was a small world!

A step to the sky spreads from top to bottom and spreads to everyone's heels. Each step of the step to the sky is half a stairs high and half a stairs wide. It is majestic and magnificent! It is like a giant palace, revealing a wild and desolate atmosphere.

The 1,500 young men, standing in front of the majestic palace, were as small as a group of ants.

"What a big palace!" Long Haotian took a deep breath, spit out a few snowballs, hugged his arms with both hands, trembling with cold, but his eyes were hot, and he smacked his lips: "This is the first time I have seen such a big palace. I'm afraid it's many times bigger than the Qing Kingdom Palace!"

"Of course." Ye Qinghong's pretty face was flushed with cold. She held her palm and said with a white mist, then said: "This is the temple of Penglai Peninsula!

All outer disciples must come here to obtain permission from the temple when they go out to Penglai Peninsula."

Mo Bei looked at the dogs, the evil dogs riding, and jumped agilely and quickly along the steps towards the temple.

"Let's go up quickly." Mo Bei thought, and strode to catch up along the steps.

Half an hour later, more than 1,500 young men finally climbed into the temple and came into the temple.

The light in front of him suddenly dimmed, and Mo Bei's pupils shrank slightly, and it took a moment to adapt. Without waiting for him to look at it, an old voice, with a slight cough, suddenly resounded throughout the hall.

"Congratulations, everyone, for becoming an outer disciple of Taixu Sect."

Everyone looked at the sound source and saw three old men walking side by side in the darkness behind the palace, two men and one woman. They seemed to be staggering and old, but the expressions emitted between their eyebrows and every move gave people a sense of unfathomableness.

The powerful pressure is daunting.

Ye Qinghong approached Mo Bei, pointed at one of the old men, and whispered: "Brother Mo Bei, look. The old man with white beards and piaopian in mao clothes is the famous Taoist Master Huo Xu of Taixu Sect! Don't underestimate him. Although he is old now, he is a real cultivation of foundation building!"

Mo Bei was very sincere and looked respectfully at Taoist Huo Xu.

Ye Qinghong continued, "There is still there. The old man wearing a black robe and leaning on a crutch is a local Taoist! I heard from my grandfather that he is also a true foundation-building practice!"

Foundation building period?

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows, and for a moment, his heart became more and more awe-inspiring, and he carefully looked at the three old men present.

As he looked, his brows slowly frowned again, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Taoist Master Huo Xu and Taoist Tu, two true foundation-building practitioners, have a high status. Why do they seem to be following the silver-haired mother-in-law in the middle, and they are quite respectful in their eyes?

Could it be that this silver-haired mother-in-law is even more powerful?

Ye Qinghong saw his doubts, laughed and whispered: "Brother Mo Bei, you guessed it right! That mother-in-law with silver silk is Grandma Shuiyue!"

"Grandma Shuiyue has a bad temper. Brother Mo Bei, don't make her angry. Otherwise..." Ye Qinghong hasn't finished speaking yet.

Grandma Shuiyue in the middle of the hall frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure was revealed in her calm voice: "Who is talking?"

Invisibly, a majestic aura suddenly emanated from it.

The entire hall was silent in an instant, and I could only hear the sound of breathing. Ye Qinghong hurriedly stuck out her tongue, so scared that she didn't dare to say more.

"The state has its own laws, and the door has its own rules. What kind of morality is it that the hall is noisy and noisy?" Although Grandma Shuiyue has white hair, her skin is tender and shiny, just like a woman in her thirties. She narrowed her eyes slightly: "If anyone else makes a loud noise, she will be punished with fifty doors and expelled out of the mountain gate!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was so scared that they bit their tongues and bowed their heads, not daring to say anything more.

This Shuiyue Grandma is really fierce.

"Okay," Grandma Shuiyue's tone slowly lowered, she coughed lightly, and walked forward with a staggering two steps, tapping the void with her fingers, and a stream of shadow flew out and fell outside the hall.

A moment later, outside the three feet high hall gate, a group of outer disciples dressed in uniform black and red service came in one by one.

Mo Bei counted carefully and found that there were as many as 150 people.

Taoist Master Huo Xu walked forward and said loudly in a deep voice: "Now, start groupings. Each ten people are grouped by a foreign disciple."

"Group? Why do you need to group?" Mo Bei asked curiously.

Ye Qinghong subconsciously glanced at Grandma Shuiyue quietly. Seeing that she had not looked at this side, she whispered in a low voice like a thief:

"Brother Mo Bei, if we want to survive and practice in this Penglai Peninsula, we must divide into groups. It is difficult to complete the practice together, with one's own strength."

Long Haotian also came over and nodded and whispered: "That's right, brother. I also heard that in this Penglai Peninsula, everything has to be fought for by yourself. Everyone must work, earn spirit stones, buy sword skills, and practice by themselves.

Having an old disciple as the team leader and leading the way to practice can save a lot of trouble."

"So that's it." Mo Bei suddenly realized.

I never thought that Taixu religion taught external disciples such a strange way.

The more than a hundred foreign disciples were holding a piece of yellow paper in their hands, and read out the names of their disciples one by one.

"Long Haotian, Group 12."

"Xu Prayer, the twelfth group."

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"Mo Bei, the twelfth group."

"Ye Qinghong, Group 36."

When Ye Qinghong heard this, she immediately became anxious. Her eyebrows were frowned, her mouth was pouting high, and her face was full of displeasure. She actually wanted to walk over to protest with Grandma Shuiyue.

Long Haotian was so scared that he was sweating profusely, and hurriedly pulled her and said anxiously: "Hiss Ye, Grandma Ye, whisper! Do you still want to stay in Taixu Sect?"

"I don't care!" Ye Qinghong bit her red lips tightly, puffed her mouth, and looked at Mo Bei reluctantly: "I want to be in the same group with Brother Mo Bei."

Her expression seemed to have suffered great grievances, and her lively eyes stared at Mo Bei affectionately, feeling pitiful, I really felt pity for him.

Mo Bei had no choice but to rub her smooth forehead and comforted her: "It's okay. It's not that I can't meet anymore. It's just a group."

After much persuasion, Ye Qinghong surrendered and agreed in a depressed manner.

After the two saw Ye Qinghong away, Long Haotian shrank his neck and touched Mo Bei with his elbow. He winked at him and said with a smirk: "Brother, you are so amazing! The beauty throws her arms and hugs. Why not let this good marriage go?"

Mo Bei gave him a blank look and shook his head: "I will not consider these things without practicing great success."

"Good words!" Long Haotian's face changed as soon as he said, and in the blink of an eye he changed his expression of justice and righteous words, saying seriously: "A good man, he is determined to be in all directions! How can he be so shallow and beautiful for these kindnesses? It's really not!...Brother, look at that woman, with big breasts and buttocks, it must be very good to have a son..."

Mo Bei was so angry that he wanted to kick him.

At this time, a voice came from the crowd again.

"Fang Luoyou, Group 12."

Long Haotian let out a 'eh' and scratched the back of his head: "That friend Fang Luo is actually in the same group as us, what a coincidence."

As soon as he finished speaking, a very familiar and hearty laughter rang behind Mo Bei.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Junior Brother Mo Bei was also in Group 12. This is very good. From now on, we can take care of each other!"

The two turned around and saw Fang Luoyou, who was smiling, walking towards them from the crowd. In his hands, he was also holding two sets of brand new sets of outer disciples of the Taixu Sect.

"Just as soon as possible, I went to collect my clothes and also picked up a set for Junior Brother Mo Bei." Fang Luoyou smiled gently and handed over the outer disciple in his hand.

Mo Bei was quite surprised, with a hint of surprise flowing through his eyes, and said humbly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Fang. I don't dare to take care of you. I will need Senior Brother Fang to give me some advice in the future."

"Haha, it's easy to say. During the assessment yesterday, the sword technique changes derived by Junior Brother Mo Bei are really superb and mysterious. I admire them very much. In the future, I have to ask Junior Brother Mo Bei for advice." Fang Luoyou laughed heartily, and he opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

"The disciples of the twelve groups, gather!"

A voice suddenly came. When Mo Bei and others looked back, they saw a bald young disciple in black strode towards him.

Every step he took was as steady as a rock, and his tiger was full of wind, and his walking was like wind; from time to time, light shining through his eyes, revealing a hint of decisiveness and etiquette.

When Mo Bei looked at him, the man had already walked up to him in two or three steps, stopped, as if the soles of his feet had roots and remained motionless.

"I've seen you guys." The bald disciple's voice was strong, neither humble nor arrogant, neither arrogant, nor humble, and said concisely: "I am your senior brother, and in the next five years, I will also be the leader of your group. You can call me Tian Zichang or Senior Brother Tian. Now, I will take you to where you live in the future."

He finished speaking in one breath, turned around and left, clean and neat, without any delay, and did not give anyone time to ask questions.

Everyone looked at each other, then followed closely behind with their clothes, and followed the ring stairs on the side of the hall to the top of the hall.
Chapter completed!