Chapter 309 Don't Want

The next day at Maozheng, the sky was not yet bright, but the whole Changbai Peak was already noisy.

It's not the hustle and bustle of the vegetable market, but the popularity of Xinxinran.

When you open the door, you can see the "auspicious clouds" floating high above the main peak. They are colorful and very beautiful in the sky that has not yet been brightened.

"Chang Baifeng is willing enough. This kind of auspicious cloud is beautiful, but the waste is astonishing. It may cost hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones to drive this kind of auspicious cloud in a day, but it looks really magnificent. That's it."

Shen Hao stood at the door looking up, and Nie Yun came out behind him, telling Ji Yun in the sky with one mouthful.

Shen Hao followed suit and nodded. He didn't dare to think about the consumption of hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones a day, but his point of view was slightly different from Nie Yun's. As a sect's aura, he still felt that the cost had to be spent. It's face. Many people watch people order food. If you don't put on a tense face, the outside may look at you in the mud.

Breakfast can be settled in Chang Baifeng’s canteen, or by yourself. Shen Hao and Nie Yun didn't go to the canteen to join in the fun, they took out the meat pies they bought in Fengsun City from their storage bags, and simply cooked them with hot water.

In fact, after a day, Shen Hao's curiosity about the sect has been reduced by half, and he found that there is nothing mysterious here, but the strength of monks is generally stronger. At least the first image does. By the way, there are indeed very few fireworks in the sect. "Survival" is not the first theme here, but "practice" is.

In the secular world, "survival" has always been the first.

"Let's go, go up early to grab a good seat to watch the ceremony."

Shen Hao didn't understand, so he could only follow Nie Yun out the door to the main peak. There was an endless stream of monks along the way, besides Chang Bofeng’s disciples, there were also many visitors. Shen Hao was a little confused to distinguish the outfits or emblems of these people. As Nie Yun said before, Chang Baifeng’s centennial celebration Face is still bought by many people in the Jingxi territory, and basically all the sects that can be named have sent people to come.

Compared with yesterday when he went up the mountain, Shen Hao found that there were obviously many more eyes on him along the way. These gazes have different meanings, some are obvious disdain, some seem to look at him curiously, and some have good intentions. No matter what, Shen Hao no longer had the kind of treatment that was ignored by everyone when he went up the mountain yesterday.

Many people came up to chat, and they felt that they were Nie Yun's acquaintances, but they would shift the conversation to Shen Hao after a few words.

"What's the name of this little brother?"

"How long has it been since you started?"

"Such a good seedling is only a registered disciple in your Guishan seminary? It's strict enough!"

"Little brother hasn't apprenticed yet, right?"

Although none of these people said anything clearly, the foreshadowing meaning in the words was hardly concealed, and the expression on Nie Yun's face gradually turned cold. Although Shen Hao's identity was assigned by him, and he wasn't really a registered disciple of Mount Guishan Seminary, but others didn't know that it was a fake identity, so why did he say this so blatantly in front of him?

"You guys are being disrespectful, aren't you?"

"Oh, Deacon Nie, what are you talking about? I'm just curious, just asking, don't mind me, then I'll go first, see you later!"

No one dared to tear their faces in public, but a "see you later" showed that these people did not give up.

On the other hand, Shen Hao, who kept silent all the time, could see it clearly and found it funny.

"Did you see it? I said that many people will come to poach you, right? Do you have any ideas?"

"what idea?"

"Join the sect. Although your talent was fair before, but your age has passed the best time, so the sect doesn't care about people like you, but now you have come to enlightenment, and your potential has been tapped even though your talent remains the same. It’s obvious that you’ve come out a lot, as long as you don’t slack off and don’t die young, at least you’ll be a cultivator in Yuandan Realm from now on, which is already eye-catching for second- and third-rate sects.”

Shen Hao inquired: "What about Mount Guishan Seminary?"

Nie Yun smiled slightly: "It's hard to say. I think you can do it, but master and his old man have to talk about getting started. And I don't think you will enter the mountain gate to clean up."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's hard on the mountain, how can it compare to the splendor of the world? Didn't you say that you just like rolling around in the world of mortals? What? Have you changed your mind?"

"Tsk tsk, then can't I hang around in the secular world while being famous in the sect?"

"That's a good idea. But have you ever seen a sect disciple serving in your Xuanqing Guard? Or have you heard that there are sect disciples in the local yamen or in the army?"

Shen Hao was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately realized: "Nie, brother, what do you mean that the sect and the state system are two different lines?"

"Of course, the system of the old Jing Dynasty and the disciples of the sect do not interfere with each other. It's okay to walk around and make friends with each other, but it's not okay to hold the two identities together in your hands. I'm sure you can understand the Taoism in it."

It's nothing more than mutual wariness between the Zongmen and the Jingjiu Dynasty. Both sides are worried about being nailed by the other side, so it has become an unwritten boundary like today.

Shen Hao really hadn't thought about this before.

Nie Yun said again: "However, if you are willing to resign and rejoin the sect, then there is no problem. How about it, do you want to try the days of Qingxiu?"

Qingxiu? Shen Hao shook his head hastily, he is just an ordinary person, the days of Qingxiu are not suitable for him.

The two went up to the main peak while talking.

The peak is a huge flat land, leveled by manpower, at least thousands of people can stand on it without being too crowded.

And there is a high platform on the flat ground, on which there is a stone statue of life-size, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar in long gown, holding a book behind his back in one hand, brushing his beard with the other hand, bowing his head slightly, with a soft face But the eyes are carved very sharply, as if the statue is staring at you.

"That is Chang Baifeng's founder, Lin Zhengfeng. It is said that he was one of the most powerful sword cultivators at that time. It is a pity that he finally fell in front of the gate of good fortune."

Shen Hao had heard about Lin Zhengfeng, but it was only a few words, all from the brief introduction in the Xuanqingwei Library. He knew that he was a very powerful person, but he had passed away for nearly three thousand years.

There is still a large open space under the high platform that is surrounded. On both sides of the open space are temporarily arranged stepped-up viewing platforms.

"Wait, there is the place where Chang Baifeng's disciples stand, and we guests who are watching the ceremony are divided into two sides. You see, there is our seat over there. Let's take a walk and occupy the front row. It's nice and lively."

Nie Yun quickened his pace, went out more and more people, and found two seats in the first row on the left.

"Brother, what are you watching?"

"Competition. The centennial celebration is not only a time to pay homage to the ancestors, but also a time to show their strength to the outside world. Isn't the competition the most straightforward?"