"Wow! How can such a small bag hold so many things? What a treasure!" Jiang Zheng looked at the pile of things in front of him, dumbfounded for a moment, and reached out to search inside. "Ah, among all these things, there is not even a book to teach people how to cultivate immortality, but there is not even anything to fill my stomach?" After searching for a long time without finding anything to eat, he suddenly felt depressed and ignored all the gold, silver and jewelry. In this deserted place, money is the least valuable. "What is this?" Jiang Zheng picked up a blue stone. It felt warm and crystal clear to the touch. "Spirit Stone" “Is it worth the money?” "It is priceless", the value of spiritual stones in the world of immortal cultivation is very high and cannot be measured by earthly money, and no cultivator would be foolish enough to exchange spiritual stones for earthly gold and silver. At this time, Jiang Zheng found another token, which was exquisitely crafted and engraved with the words "Lingxi".
"Identity badge?" Kong Qingxian's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, "Hehe... kid, aren't you worried about having no place to seek immortals? It's like someone is giving you a pillow when you're sleepy!" "What do you mean?" Jiang Zheng was puzzled. "What you have in your hand is the sect's disciple token. Generally speaking, when they are recruiting disciples, if they see someone with talent, they will issue an identity card like this, which means that the person has been accepted into the sect." Kong Qingxian explained patiently. "But what does this have to do with my search for immortals?" Kong Qingxian explained it very clearly. Jiang Zheng also knew what the token in his hand represented, but he still couldn't figure it out. "Hehehe...you are so stupid. From now on, you are just a menial disciple of Lingxi Sect." Kong Qing picked up the token from Jiang Zheng's hand and started playing with it. A cold light flashed from the back of the token, reflecting the word "odd jobs". "You mean...!" Jiang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up and he said with emotion: "What a bold idea!" "But, if someone finds out about this, they will beat me to death, right?" he said worriedly. "Don't worry, I won't let you die easily before I get your seven emotions and six desires," Kong Qing said leisurely. "But isn't this deceiving the world and stealing reputation? How can a scholar do such a thing?" Although Jiang Zheng had given up studying and devoted himself to seeking immortality, he still hadn't given up his identity as a scholar in his heart. He felt that a gentleman should be upright, so how could he do such opportunistic and deceiving things? Otherwise, how can I be worthy of the three-foot long sword at my waist? "Bullshit! You've really become stupid from studying too much. You don't want to take advantage of something you picked up for free. Then why don't you go and cultivate yourself to become an immortal? I'm too lazy to care about you!" Kong Qing scolded in disappointment. "Can't you teach me how to cultivate immortality?" Jiang Zheng asked weakly. "Why should I teach you how to cultivate? Besides, without a sect's blessed land, what can you achieve? Otherwise, why do so many people want to join a sect?" In the world of immortal cultivation, cultivators need to rely on the rich spiritual energy of blessed places in order to quickly improve their cultivation.
A powerful cultivator often owns a blessed cave. Even if an ordinary cultivator has high spiritual talent, he will be helpless if he only relies on the thin spiritual energy from the outside world. I am afraid that even if my life span is exhausted, I will still not be able to achieve anything, and it will just be a waste of my talent. "All right" Hearing this, Jiang Zheng no longer insisted and decided to use the token to sneak into Lingxi Sect. After making the decision, he sighed and felt that he had been corrupted by Kong Qing. I secretly made up my mind that if the other party came up with any bad ideas again, I would never listen to them. … Among the continuous mountains, there is a mountain that stands out particularly, and a stream of cloud runs through the winding and undulating top of the mountain. Like a flowing white stream, many buildings can be vaguely seen halfway up the mountain, and from a distance they look like they are built of white jade. Rays of light shot up from the mountain peaks into the sky, and no one knew where they were going. “Hoohoo… Could this be the fairy mountain?” On a small dirt slope, a dirty young man rolled over, breathing heavily. His hair was disheveled, and his originally decent clothes were covered in mud and torn in many places. Jiang Zheng was looking for immortals and asking for directions along the way. It was common for him to eat and sleep in shabby houses. He could only have a good rest if he came across a small town. He had suffered a lot in the past six months and took many detours, but fortunately he finally found the immortal mountain. Jiang Zheng looked up at the towering mountains in front of him, and for a moment he felt much more confident! He took a sip of the water in the gourd, and immediately all the fatigue in his body disappeared and he felt refreshed. "Luckily I brought it with me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get here!" He shook the gourd which was almost empty, and felt deeply moved. The water in it was made from precious elixirs and could satisfy hunger, refresh the mind, heal wounds, and cure diseases. Even the injuries suffered by Su Ning'er and his wife caused by overwork were completely cured after they ate the food cooked with this water. "That's right! This must be a fairy mountain, but I don't know if it is the Lingxi Sect..." Jiang Zheng stood on a small earthen slope, watching. He saw streaks of light flashing across the high mountain peaks that reached into the clouds from time to time. They were the monks coming and going. "Huh? Why is there a family there?" He slid down the slope and shouted, "Old man, old man! Stay...!" There was a small thatched cottage between several ancient trees. An old man with white hair was about to leave when he moved his ears and turned around to find Jiang Zheng sliding down the hillside. He stood still, waiting quietly. "Haha, young man, are you calling me old man?" The old man smiled kindly, looked at Jiang Zheng for a moment and asked: "Young man, where are you from? How did you end up like this?" "It's me, old man. I want to ask, what is the name of the fairy mountain in front?" Jiang Zheng ran all the way over, breathing heavily. "Which fairy mountain are you talking about?" The old man stroked his snow-white beard and said with a smile: "Haha, this mountain is called Lingxi Mountain..."
"Lingxi Mountain!" Before the old man finished speaking, Jiang Zheng's eyes lit up and he almost cried with excitement. This time he couldn't be wrong... He finally found it! "There is an immortal sect on Lingxi Mountain, called Lingxi Sect." The old man seemed to have noticed something and asked, "Young man, are you going to the immortal mountain to seek immortals and ask for advice?" "I... um," Jiang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "You misunderstood. I am already a chores disciple of Lingxi Sect." Then he took out a token and said, "Look, this is my errand disciple token." Get into the role early! "This..." The old man stared at the token carefully for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something, and then showed an expression of understanding, and said in a deep voice: "I do know this token, old man, but you don't look like a menial disciple of Lingxi Sect." As he spoke, in front of Jiang Zheng's shocked gaze, the old man took out a token from his arms, which was exactly the same as Jiang Zheng's!
