The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

"My name Chifeng, the second generation of disciples under the sect's door, I can wait to call my brother temporarily." The slender-eyed man walked with a smile and introduced them to Wo Yunzong's rules.

The mountain range where Wo Yunzong is located is called Dongtianfudi, Sandongtian, and 72 lucky sites.Zongmenxiu is the highest of the three cave masters, they are the three brothers of the division, respectively, Xuanji live, Tianlang live, Qingtong live, of which Tianlang live is the suzerain, in charge of large and small affairs.

The second-generation and below disciples lived in the seventy-two blessed areas according to the faction. The three disciples' personal disciples, also known as the first-generation disciples, lived in the three cave days with the cave master and regularly went to Fudi for teaching.

This Chifeng is the first disciple of the great disciple under the patriarchate, so he has the highest status among the second generation of disciples. It is exalted to call them brothers, because these newcomers are likely to become third generation disciples. .

As he was saying, the stone steps had come to an end, and in front of him was a suspension bridge that stretched over a high cliff.The suspension bridge looked very ordinary, tied with hemp rope, and made of wooden planks. It was at least five miles long. There were no handrails on both sides, and it dangled in the mountain breeze.

After the scene at the mountain gate, no one dared to underestimate the suspension bridge, they were guessing what a treasure it was.Mo Tiankuo twitched his mouth. This suspension bridge is really not a treasure. It is indeed made of hemp rope and broken wooden boards. This is the person who can rub the hemp rope for five miles.

Standing on the side of the suspension bridge, Mo Tiankuo looked up. Seventy-two peaks overlapped and three main peaks stood in the center.The rich aura leaped happily around it, which was more than five times thicker than the outside. The aura on the three main peaks was more intense and turned into a band of seven-color light from time to time. It was really a good place.

Chifeng had already taken the lead on the suspension bridge without using any mana, but only steadily set foot on both feet and signaled everyone to follow.

Looking at the dangling suspension bridge, and then look at the vast abyss under the suspension bridge, the flesh-and-blood teenagers suddenly became timid.

"Why, you're scared?" The girl holding the fox is named Chi Shan, and she is looking at them with a smile at the moment. "If you're scared, don't worry, just go over there." He said, pointing to the side but the suspension bridge , Led by a man named Akaki, a group of people walking directly to the east side of the mountain road.

Those who are below the Three Spirits roots, have no chance to meet the suzerain, and go directly to the blessed land. Those with better qualifications can be picked up by the second generation of disciples.

These arrogant sons of the finest spirit roots heard this, and dared not say more, followed tremblingly on the suspension bridge.

The soft hemp rope, tied with thin wooden boards, was scraped by the mountain like a swimming snake, swaying from side to side.

"Ah--" Mo Tianluo, who was walking steadily, was suddenly grasped tightly by his arm. He could not help frowning, turning his head to look at the earthy boy behind him.

"Slow, go slowly." The teenager looked good, and his clothes were gorgeous. The young master in the world has seen such battles.

Mo Tiankuo raised his eyebrows: "The faster the bridge goes, the more stable it will be."

"I, I don't believe it! You go slow!" The teenager said nothing and wouldn't let go of his hand.

The corners of the upturned mouth slowly squeezed into a straight line, Mo Tiankuo took two steps slowly, suddenly a stagger.

"Ah..." The teenager was startled and quickly released his grasping hand, for fear of being implicated by Mo Tianwei.

"Take a step first." Waiting for the young man to react, Mo Tiankuo had stabilized his body, stepped on a soft bridge, and jumped across the bank immediately after Chifeng.

The young man who tried to lean against others squatted on the bridge, his hands clenched tightly against the bridge surface, and moved forward little by little, even those who were tired could not walk, so he had to squat down and walk slowly.

What I have just done is entirely out of instincts. Venerable Heavenly Master does not have the habit of "being kind to others". I have some regrets when I step on the other side. Will these hypocritical and decent deeds feel that his mind is malicious and overwhelming?

Chi Feng narrowed his slender eyes and looked at Mo Tiankuo with a smile.

Chi Shan hugged the little fox and jumped up, smiling: "You are funny."

Mo Tiankuo was stunned, did not all the famous decent people pay attention to the "friendship of the same door"?how……

Before he could investigate carefully, a red light suddenly appeared from the mountain. Then, a handsome man in a red wide-sleeved robe suddenly appeared on the bridge: "The Sect Master has been waiting for a long time, what are you waiting for?"

"Master!" Chi Feng and Chi Shan immediately bowed to salute, and the comrade was the fierce disciple Yan Lie.

"It's not that we are slow..." Chi Shan pouted towards the suspension bridge.

Yan Lie glanced at a group of tortoises on the bridge, and immediately burst into flames: "A bunch of waste!" As he said this, he waved his hand and overturned the suspension bridge.

The long suspension bridge was already unstable, and this suddenly turned into a twist, and the teenagers on it fell like dumplings.

"Ah--" The screams came one after another, and the blue pattern suddenly lit up at the three feet under the bridge. The pattern was complicated and gorgeous, but it was a formation, and instantly threw the fallen people to the shore.

Mo Tiankuo: "..."

This school is a bit interesting.

Crossing the suspension bridge is the endless stone steps. At the end of the stone steps are three rainbow bridges, which lead to the three main peaks.Everyone followed Chi Yan towards the middle.

The majestic Hongqiao is made of crystal, and the bridge surface is crystal clear, and you can see the flying birds passing under your feet.

At the other end of the Hongqiao, it is a hall with a height of three feet and magnificent momentum. It is written with the words "Woyun Temple", which is the place where Woyun Zong discusses and entertains other factions on a weekday. After the temple.

Outside the hall, there were second-generation disciples with different clothes. When they saw the flames coming, they saluted.

There are no pillars in the hall, it is very wide.The smooth ground is painted with complicated patterns, and with the footsteps of everyone, it glows blue.In the middle of the hall, there was a person wearing a wide-sleeved black and white robe with a simple jade crown on his head, facing away from the crowd and standing with his hands on his back.

"I have seen the suzerain." Yan Lie led everyone to salute.

The man turned slowly, his face was like a mortal in his thirties, wide-sleeved robes, ethereal temperament, a few strands of long beards embellished, his face kind, smiling slightly.

No one is more in line with the words "Xianfeng Daogu" than the real person of Tianlang!

"Everything is a genius with superior qualifications. It is a blessing for me to enter Woyunzong." Tian Lang said with a smile, and his voice was very kind.

This made the frightened teenagers just disappointed, and the dissatisfaction in his heart suddenly dissipated, and his face was bright.

Mo Tiankuo lowered his eyebrows, the reality of Tian Lang's real cultivation was unfathomable, maybe he was one point higher than his previous life, or it was better to keep a low profile, so as not to be seen any clues.

The patriarch made a polite speech, and Yan Lie read out the patriarchal rules and the next arrangement on behalf of the master.

Most of these people will go to Qianyafu, follow the second generation of disciples there to practice, and will not assign masters according to their qualifications until the foundation is built.However, there are exceptions. Today, the three cave masters and several chief-generation disciples are all listed. If any one has his eyes closed, he may also be directly accepted as a disciple.

Although they are all inner disciples, the personal disciples are different from the ordinary disciples selected later. Ordinary disciples are the students in the private school for Master, and the sir is only responsible for teaching the coursework; Around me, I can fight and scold, of course, the advantages are far more than the disadvantages, such as opening a small stove from time to time, learning a trick or something.

After that, three high seats suddenly appeared in the center of the hall. Under the high seats, there were circular high platforms.Tian Lang live toe lightly, sitting firmly in the middle position.Below stood the five disciples of the next generation under the suzerain.

For a moment of silence, the real person of Tian Lang frowned slightly: "What about the mystery?"

The voice did not fall, and a black streamer flashed across the sky. A man dressed in a sky-blue robe, with a dozen disciples, came in a mighty way.

Xuanji is a tall man with a thin face and a clear face. His eyes are cold and he doesn't seem to get along well.A gust of wind rushed into the hall and sat directly on the seat, without looking at the crowd. He only nodded slightly toward the patriarch, and said nothing with his eyes down.

"Okay, everyone has a look, but there is a heart." Tian Lang lively smiled and motioned to all generations of disciples to go and see.

Mo Tiankuo raised his head and looked at the empty high seat in the east. Why did the suzerain not wait for Qingtong to start?

The three seats are similar in appearance but different from each other. The seat of the Sect Master is simple and atmospheric, the mysterious real people are covered with a layer of black silk, and the Qingtong real people are covered with plain scorpion silk, and there is also a hanging around Layer of snow yarn.There was no one in the seat, and no disciples under the seat. It looked very lonely.

"Qingtong real people retreat all year round, so they don't easily accept disciples." Seemingly the doubts of the crowd, the affable suzerain explained to the crowd.

Mo Tian looked at the empty seat quietly. Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little curious about this unseen Qingtong real person.

Soon, two Shan Linggens were singled out and belonged to the generation of disciples of Xuanji and Sect Master respectively, and another Tianlinggen was directly taken by Xuanji as an apprentice.

"Worship directly under the main gate of the cave, and its status will be several times higher than I waited." The two teenagers standing behind Mo Tiankuo whispered.

After all the people have chosen, the rest will go to Qianyafu Land. As a double spirit root, Mo Tiankuo naturally becomes the rest.

"Be slow!" Tian Lang's real person suddenly called the crowd and looked at Mo Tiankuo deeply, "You come out."

Mo Tiankuo groaned in his heart and heard the words and walked forward obediently.

The patriarch was just about to say something, and suddenly a bright stream of light was drawn across the east, and some disciples shouted loudly outside the hall: "Qingtong real person arrived--"

Both the Sect Master and Xuanji Real People were stunned. All the disciples of Wo Yunzong bowed their heads, and the salute had already begun before the person arrived.

But seeing a snow-white figure coming from the sky, floating lightly on the east high seat.The man was dressed in a snow-white robe and covered with a bright white squirrel silk. He sat on the high seat, and his long gauze swayed on the ground.

The wide-sleeve lightly flicked, revealing several slender fingers as white as jade, and the breeze blowing away the veil in front of the seat, revealing a delicate and impeccable handsome face.Miao Miao is like a cold spring in snowy mountains, with noble temperament and unattainable height.

Mo Tiankuo has seen countless beauties in his previous life, but no one can compare with the beauty of the people before him.

This is true of the firm-minded demons, not to mention the unruly teenagers.

"Humph!" A sweet humming sound, like the ancients, melodious and ethereal, when it came to the ear, it suddenly burst like thunder.

People who dared to stare at Qingtong's real people suddenly turned pale, and bowed their heads to salute, not daring to make an order.

Mo Tiankuo didn't want to look away, he was greedy for beautiful things, whether it is treasures or people, so those who want to please him always send him various beauties, but the past life Those who are not close to the people before them!I want to come to use those beautiful women as fireworkers in the past!