Chapter 329: Recruitment

The twilight was deep, the breeze was blowing, and Liu Liu Xiaolou had been recruited by the Qingyuan Sect for three days, always staying on the south bank of the Beijiang, without any tasks.

Suddenly, a ray of light swept across the sky, bringing a burst of violent wind, rolling up pieces of fallen leaves.

Looking at the light sweeping toward the distance, Liu Liu Xiaolou couldn't help but feel a burst of loss.

As long as he forms a Golden Core, he can ride a sword to fly. I don't know if he has any hope in this life?

Feng Yuanfa on the side saw it, and his tone was flat as he introduced to him: "That is my Senior Brother Bi, who started cultivation at sixteen, entered the sect at twelve, and formed a Golden Core at eighteen. Such a person in the past was always mediocre in my Qingyuan Sect, but after hard work, he finally formed a Golden Core."

Liu Liu Xiaolou turned his gaze from above the forest and looked at Feng Yuanfa. Feng Yuanfa nodded and said: "Therefore, diligent cultivation is the Great Dao that cultivation can move forward without stopping!"

Liu Liu Xiaolou did not agree with this, because he had seen many fellow cultivators who had worked hard for a lifetime without making any splash, but he did not refute Feng Yuanfa. He knew that Feng Yuanfa was actually intentionally winning him over, but in reality, he was quite uneasy.

After successfully recruiting a Foundation Establishment, perhaps Feng Yuanfa himself did not expect that the sect would assign Li Mu, a Foundation Establishment, to his command.

The current situation was that there were twelve cultivators in Feng Yuanfa's team. He and Liu Liu Xiaolou were Foundation Establishment, and the remaining ten were from Qi Refinement Stage 4 to Stage 10, among which three late-stage Qi Refinement were from the Qingyuan Sect.

Therefore, Feng Yuanfa did not have absolute control in this team, and the biggest variable was Liu Liu Xiaolou, who was also Foundation Establishment. It was no wonder that Feng Yuanfa subconsciously tried to get close to Liu Liu Xiaolou, but in reality, he was quite uneasy.

"The Qingyuan Sect is full of talented people. I admire it. Daoist Feng, I'm afraid you also have hope for Golden Core within ten years, right?" Liu Liu Xiaolou arched his hands.

Feng Yuanfa smiled, and it was unclear whether it was self-respect or modesty, just saying: "How dare, how dare."

At this time, an inner sect steward of the Qingyuan Sect hurried over and handed a slip of paper to Feng Yuanfa. Feng Yuanfa lowered his head to look, and his heart was clear.

The slip of paper was the preliminary verification of Liu Liu Xiaolou by the sect. According to confirmed news, "Li Mu" had refused the recruitment of Maling Mountain and injured many disciples of Maling Mountain for this, which should be the reason why he was willing to accept the recruitment of the Qingyuan Sect.

As for the Bazhong Mystical Truth Sect, the name sounded bluffing, but in the records of the Qingyuan Sect, there was no record of this sect, so it should be a loose cultivator sect with no foundation and could be won over.

Only then did Feng Yuanfa relax and ask: "What is the plan of the Sect Master Ancestor?"

The steward passed the order: "Senior Brother Feng, the Sect Master ordered, please lead the team to go first, go out of Cloud Gate Mountain along the West Gorge, and check the South Water area near the Yao Village. If there is enemy situation, report it quickly, and be careful of the Maling thieves ambushing in our side and rear."

Feng Yuanfa nodded: "Understood."

After the steward who passed the order left, he looked at Liu Liu Xiaolou, his attitude was particularly polite: "Daoist Li Mu, what do you think?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou stood up and said: "I should obey the order."

Feng Yuanfa praised: "Good, with the full cooperation of Daoist Li Mu, making contributions is just around the corner. When the time comes, the sect will definitely reward you. Whether it is spirit pills, spirit materials, magic artifacts, or spirit stones, there will be no shortage. If the contribution is made big, I can even speak for the Daoist to join my Qingyuan Sect. Isn't the future far-reaching?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou nodded, thought for a moment, and continued to arch his hands: "Thank you, Daoist Feng!"

The two reached an agreement, and Feng Yuanfa immediately announced the departure. The group of twelve crossed the Beijiang and left this battlefield.

The great war the night before yesterday made quite a big noise. On the surface, it seemed that the Qingyuan Sect won—because they occupied the battlefield. But Liu Liu Xiaolou had experienced a sect great war and knew what a real victory for one side looked like. There must be a large number of heavy casualties, but he hadn't seen a few dead people until now, and hadn't even seen a few seriously injured, so he had doubts about the result of the victory or defeat.

Feng Yuanfa naturally claimed that his sect won a great victory, "Maling thieves are vulnerable to a single blow", but after crossing the Beijiang, he became increasingly cautious, and even arranged for two Qi Refinement cultivators to explore the way left and right a hundred *zhang* ahead.

These two Qi Refinement cultivators were both fifty or sixty years old, but they were conscripted to fight at such an old age. Their respective families were all near Qingyuan Mountain, with hundreds of people under the control of the Qingyuan Sect, and they didn't dare to run away even if they died in battle.

After walking for a night, walking about fifty *li*, they saw a mountain ridge in front.

Feng Yuanfa was very familiar with the terrain here, leading the team directly to the highest point, resting under a tree shade, and at the same time climbing onto a giant rock beside it to hide his figure, but he could overlook the four fields.

After watching for a long time, he asked Liu Liu Xiaolou: "It seems there is no trace of Maling thieves. Daoist, what did you see?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou also observed carefully for a while, shook his head and said: "Maling thieves retreated relatively far, there should be none here, after all, they suffered a defeat."

Feng Yuanfa assigned two recruited loose cultivators to check ten *li* east and west: "Go, wait for you for an hour. If you can't come back, I won't wait."

The two loose cultivators lowered their heads and promised, each going down the mountain.

Liu Liu Xiaolou didn't know what handle they had in the hands of the Qingyuan Sect, but Feng Yuanfa's meaning was very clear. If they couldn't come back in an hour, Feng Yuanfa would count them as having escaped, and the consequences would need to be borne by them.

Liu Liu Xiaolou returned to the tree shade from the giant rock, found a clean piece of grass to sit down, and then looked at a loose cultivator beside him, looking at him for a while.

This loose cultivator sat there very unnaturally, leaning forward, with a straight face, not knowing what to say for a while, wanting to sit further away, but not wanting to show weakness, so uncomfortable that he was sweating directly.

Fortunately, Liu Liu Xiaolou finally opened his mouth, relieving his tension and embarrassment: "Are you from the Qingyuan Sect?"

The loose cultivator nodded and said: "Yes."

Liu Liu Xiaolou asked again: "How should I address you?"

The loose cultivator said: "Don't dare, my surname is Feng."

"Are you a relative of Daoist Feng—Yuanfa?"

"Yes, he is my cousin."

"What is your rank in the family?"

"Seventh."

"Then should I call you Feng Seventh?"

"Yes."

Trying hard to maintain his demeanor as a famous sect disciple, but subconsciously having awe for the Foundation Establishment high-level cultivator, so all the questions Liu Liu Xiaolou asked, although he answered extremely simply, he never dared not to answer.

After chatting for a while, Feng Seventh gradually relaxed, and his words gradually increased, no longer just a few words. Talking about this great war against the Maling thieves, he told Liu Liu Xiaolou that he had already gone to the battlefield twice and injured one thief.

Liu Liu Xiaolou nodded in praise, glanced at the bamboo basket behind him, and joked: "Is this a trophy you snatched? Could it be some spirit beast? Haha..."

Feng Seventh turned his head and stroked the large goose in the bamboo basket, saying: "This is a beast that broke into the battlefield from somewhere before the great war. It is dull and stupid, but Elder Bi said it has spirituality. I don't know where the spirituality is. He insisted that I carry it, otherwise it would have been roasted and eaten long ago..."

That large goose was stroked by Feng Seventh's palm, but it had a dull appearance, as if it had no feeling at all, just turning its head and staring at Liu Liu Xiaolou, not even a "quack", it was indeed "dull and stupid".

Liu Liu Xiaolou couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only continue to probe: "Just such a dull goose? Nothing else? Ducks? Rabbits? Cats and dogs? None?"

Feng Seventh said: "No, just this one."

Liu Liu Xiaolou asked: "This goose... looks quite fat, how about selling it to me?"

Feng Seventh shook his head: "Sorry, you'd better talk to Elder Bi. As long as he agrees, even giving it to you is fine."

The large goose suddenly "quacked" twice.

Feng Seventh was surprised: "Carrying it for three days, this is the first time I heard it call!"

Liu Liu Xiaolou touched his nose, gave a dry laugh, and said no more. ===== CHAPTER 330 =====