Chapter 435: Please take the seat! Is Yu Xuanji dead?

Fu Jiao Mountain, Jingtu Temple.

In the Sword Offering Hall, three parts of incense are lingering, blue smoke is gathering and scattering like clouds, and there is occasional clear light rising, just like a Xuan Gate treasure realm.

Above the main hall, an ancient painting is worshipped. The Daoist in the painting is immortal, holding a magic sword, stepping on the blue waves. In the waves, the dragon is hidden, its fangs are exposed, showing a fierce appearance.

This painting is none other than Xu Zu Xu Zhenjun.

At this time, the Sword Offering Hall is already crowded with people.

These people come from various mountains and temples in Xijiang, naturally for the same thing, the upcoming Dan Yuan Assembly.

They came here to win over Xu Changshou.

After all, that is a strong person in the Zhaishou realm. If he becomes an assistant, he can at least contest a medium auspicious blessed land.

Therefore, in the Xijiang region, apart from Sanqing Mountain and Gezao Mountain, almost all famous mountains and sects with faces have sent experts to invite him.

At this time, the person sitting in the chief guest seat is a young man.

"Qu Zhe, Magu Mountain actually let you run a trip yourself. It seems that you are determined to win the Xu Xu Guanzhu Xu."

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, and everyone's eyes fell on the young man in the chief seat.

The young man is not in secular attire, but in a Daoist robe, with a cold temperament, sharp brows, and unmasked light, but it is out of tune with his cold temperament.

Qu Zhe, the descendant of Magu Mountain.

Since ancient times, in the Xijiang region, Daoist sects have been prosperous, and famous mountains and sects have emerged one after another.

Apart from Sanqing Mountain and Gezao Mountain, famous mountains and sects like Magu Mountain, Xiling Mountain, and Mount Mount Mount Luyin are top-notch.

These famous mountains and sects have a pivotal position in the history of the Daoist sects, have a history of at least a thousand years, and have produced many alchemy masters.

Like Magu Mountain, also known as Danxia Mountain, the great True Person Ge Zu once refined pills and wrote books here. In the Tang Dynasty, it was respected by the royal family, and Xuanzong ordered the repair of temples. In the Song Dynasty, eight emperors added titles, and its reputation was the highest in the southeast Daoist sects.

This kind of history is over a thousand years, and there are endorsements by alchemy masters and even immortal figures, and it has a lofty status in the Daoist sects, just like double first-class, 985, 211 in universities.

General sects, with a history of hundreds of years, have produced Three Tian Shi-level experts, which is considered top-notch, that is a general university.

If even Three Tian Shi experts have not been produced, that is college level.

As for loose practitioner Daoist temples, they are equivalent to technical schools, Xindongfang, Lanxiang technical schools.

Qu Zhe is the descendant of Magu Mountain. With his status, sitting in the chief seat is considered well-deserved.

No one dares to dispute, and no one can compete.

"Yumian, I appeared here, you should know that you have made a wasted trip today," Qu Zhe smiled lightly.

As soon as this was said, everyone could not help but frown slightly. Facing such confident words, they were quite dissatisfied in their hearts, but they did not dare to show it.

For everyone's reaction, Qu Zhe did not take it to heart. In his sight, there seemed to be only the woman on his right.

Zhuang Yumian, disciple of Mount Mount Mount Luyin.

It is said that Mount Mount Mount Luyin is the place where Lu Zu hid and ascended to immortality. The great poet Li Taibai of the Tang Dynasty also climbed this mountain several times, leaving many legends.

In the Xijiang Daoist sects, Mount Mount Mount Luyin cannot compare with Sanqing, Gezao, Magu, etc., but looking at the whole country, as a 5a-level scenic spot, it is famous.

"Xu Xu Guanzhu Xu has not appeared yet, you have such confidence?" Zhuang Yumian said lightly.

"It is not a distinguished guest from afar, not on the chief seat," Qu Zhe smiled lightly. "Junior sister Yumian, you can't see this point?"

With the status of Magu Mountain and Qu Zhe's reputation among the younger generation of Xijiang Daoist sects, he sits in the chief seat, which is considered well-deserved.

No one dares to compete, and no one can compete.

The people in the hall looked at each other. No one thought that this year's Dan Yuan Assembly would be so fierce in the competition of loose practitioners, and even the descendants of big sects like Magu Mountain were sent out.

Of course, these people know few of the true details of Xu Changshou. If they knew, they would not have this feeling.

Hum...

Just at this moment, the door opened, and the little Daoist boy led two more people in, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Qu Zhe could not help but look over. Two strange faces, sitting in the last seat on their own, the gaze stayed for a short time, and he did not care.

In the Xijiang region, the only ones who can truly make him care are Sanqing Mountain and Gezao Mountain.

"Not few people!"

Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming, who had just entered, accompanied the last seat without changing their expressions. As strange faces, they almost did not attract anyone's attention.

"At least a dozen families."

"I heard long ago that Xijiang is one of the most prosperous provinces for Daoist sects in the country. Now it seems that the name is well-deserved," Zhang Fan sighed.

"Nonsense, your family started here," Zhang Wuming whispered.

"Yours too," Zhang Fan grinned lightly.

In this world, can one pen write two Zhangs!?

The two smiled at each other, knowing it well, sitting in their seats, waiting for Xu Changshou's arrival.

At this time, no one knew that in this small Sword Offering Hall, two disciples of the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family had been mixed in silently.

One South, one North, eighty years later, flowing together here.

In the Sword Offering Hall, it was still lively. Most people knew very well that they could not compete with Magu Mountain, nor could they compete with Qu Zhe. At this moment, they were climbing up to the person in the chief seat.

Even practitioners, as long as they are in this red dust, cannot avoid human feelings and worldly wisdom.

That descendant of Magu Mountain naturally became the object of everyone's flattery.

He sat high in the chief seat, quite like the descendant of a thousand-year-old sect.

"Yumian, it seems that we have made a wasted trip today."

At this moment, beside Zhuang Yumian, a woman wearing jeans and a short leather jacket opened her mouth. This trendy attire made her look out of tune with this Daoist temple.

"Haitang, your Xiling Mountain is the ancestral court of the Jingming Sect, passed down to Xu Zu, and you have incense friendship with Xu Changshou. Perhaps you still have a chance," Zhuang Yumian smiled lightly.

"Forget it, I was forced to do business when I was pulled back. If it weren't for the Dan Yuan Assembly, I should be carnival at the Yujing Music Festival," Lin Haitang shook her head.

"You don't know that I finally grabbed an early bird ticket."

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Lin Haitang was slightly stunned, and saw Zhuang Yumian's expression was strange, her watery beautiful eyes looking straight at something.

She followed the other party's line of sight and touched it, but it fell on the two figures in the last seat.

"Yumian, what are you looking at?"

"When I first entered the sect, the master told me that practitioners should be bright but not dazzling, and still water runs deep," Zhuang Yumian said suddenly.

The dazzling are easy to break, the quiet are constant and far.

"Look at those two people, in such an environment, calm and relaxed, the mind does not move a thought, the thought does not arise a bit," Zhuang Yumian stared at Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming.

They sat there, as if out of tune with the surrounding environment, so noisy, but they were surprisingly quiet, quiet enough that people could not bear to disturb.

"It really is," Lin Haitang's eyes also lit up.

She is a disciple of Xiling Mountain after all, mixing in the red dust, but her cultivation has not fallen behind at all.

At this time, she also saw the strangeness of Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming.

Such an environment, such a situation, showing without leaking, small hiding like hiding, instead looks atmospheric and majestic.

Such bearing, if not tasted carefully, is definitely hard to detect. Even the Xuan Gate orthodox top-notch cannot train such disciples.

In comparison, that Qu Zhe looks flashy and without substance.