Chapter 2: Open the mountain gate

Qinzhou is located in the eastern part of the mainland, with a small area, many mountains, forests, few plains, rivers and sparse population.

In terms of geographical environment, even if it is not ranked at the end of the nine states in the world, it is definitely not good. However, for immortal cultivators, Qinzhou plays an important role.

It is located in the east by the sea, and is the first stop for communicating with overseas monks. It is connected to 100,000 mountains in the south, with countless rare birds and beasts, and strange flowers and flowers everywhere. It is located on the west and north, and borders the states in the world. It has the convenience of communication but no obstacles to guarding, and there are also high mountains and ridges, with many precious minerals and spiritual veins, which are real treasures for cultivating immortals.

Lianyun Mountains are located in the middle of Qinzhou, and are bounded for thousands of miles, like a giant dragon lying horizontally. It is the mountain gate of Faxiang Sect, one of the three major sects in Qinzhou.

Today is the day when Faxiang Sect opens its mountain gate once every sixty years and recruits disciples.

In a market at the foot of the mountain, a sword-shaped magic weapon that was meter long rose into the air, leaving a green afterimage flying up to the mountain.

"Grandpa, can you fly slowly and steadily...ah~~"

On the sword-shaped magic weapon, Zhang Fan closed his eyes tightly, grabbed his grandfather's shoulders with both hands, and said in fear.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, grandpa is there. It's really, how old a person is, he's still afraid of heights." The old man stood straight on the flying sword, and was full of energy.

"I am not afraid of heights, I am afraid of heights? What I am afraid of is you!" Zhang Fan looked at the flying sword shaking under his feet, unable to help but complain, but he did not dare to say it out loud. It was already like this without interference. If he was distracted again, the grandfather and grandson would not have fallen into meat pie.

I was really afraid of anything I came from. At this moment, a black light rushed past my side, and the aroused airflow almost overturned them directly.

"You..." After finally grasping the balance, the old man pointed at the black light and opened his mouth to scold him, but he didn't hear any noise for a long time. Until the black light shrank into a small black dot in the sky, he vomited out: "Bastard, dare to hit your grandpa, your mother didn't give you eyes..."

After scolding the tea, the momentum was so great that the monks who were flying from the market looked sideways, and then they barely stopped and turned around and said to Zhang Fan:

"Baby, don't learn from that bastard just now. He dares to be domineering at the seventh level of Qi Refining Stage. Humph, I can't scold him to death."

"It turns out that it is also the seventh level of Qi Refining Stage. Looking at the momentum of the magic weapon, it is obviously more than one step higher. No wonder I didn't dare to scold me in person." Zhang Fan whispered for a while. Seeing that he had the intention of continuing to teach a lesson, he quickly rolled his eyes and pointed to the light spots that disappeared on the top of the mountain and said, "Grandpa, go quickly, they have surpassed it. It will be useless for you to get up early."

Looking at the speed of others' sudden disappearance and comparing himself, the old man blushed and said angrily: "It's not that you, a little bastard, that's the burden, otherwise you can make those kids surpass it!"

"Grandpa, you have to make some sense. When I was five years old, I said I wanted to practice. Now I am thirteen. You have not taught anything yet. You are not allowed to practice by myself. Can I blame me?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but scream.

"Hehe, grandpa teaches you good today." The old man sneered: "Have you just seen that black light?"

Can you not see it? Zhang Fan nodded obediently.

"You haven't started practicing yet, and you don't have enough eyesight. Let me tell you, it's a banner with black air on it, and it's obvious that it's a magic weapon."

"So what?" Zhang Fan asked in confusion.

"How is it?" The old man sneered twice, and then said: "You can control the magical magic weapon to such an extent at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage. You must be practicing magical skills. You may be the children of a certain immortal cultivation family in Qinzhou."

"It's good to be able to practice to this level at such a young age, but if you want to enter the Faxiang Sect, you must rely on your ancestors to bless me, so that you can hit me, hum!" When he said this, the gloating smile on the old man's face could not be concealed.

Seeing his grandson's face full of confusion, the old man showed off: "The inheritance of Dharma is the first step to entering the Dharma Star Sect. If you cannot inherit Dharma Stars, you cannot enter the sect even if you have excellent talents."

"To inherit the Dharma image, nine parts rely on talent, and one part rely on understanding. What is the talent? It is the attributes of your body. If you cultivate a body of demonic energy, you will first eliminate the Dharma image of other attributes, which invisibly increases the difficulty of inheritance."

"Baby, now you understand grandpa's painstaking efforts!" the old man said proudly.

"So that's it." Zhang Fan nodded, knowing that there was something wrong with it, so he was so honest. Otherwise, the dilapidated jade slips at home were mostly made by some big-name martial arts, and he had already practiced it secretly. How could the old man who went out early and came back late to watch it?

"Baby!" The old man patted Zhang Fan's shoulder and showed a look of remembrance. "Originally, Grandpa was still thinking that you could get started only at the age of thirteen. If you contact the world of immortal cultivation, you will probably be detained by the little bastards of the immortal cultivation family."

"But grandpa has no choice. We are no longer in the sect. If you want to inherit the Dharma, you have to wait until today's day when the mountain gate is opened. I don't expect that you gave grandpa a big surprise when you were five years old. I didn't expect that you were super-human in your spiritual sense and could read jade slips at the age of five. It turns out that you are born with a genius. Over the years, even those children of aristocratic families are not as knowledgeable as you, haha."

Zhang Fan laughed twice, thinking that this was one of the benefits of time travel. The souls of the two people merged together, and quantitative change caused qualitative change, and a trace of spiritual consciousness was generated, which was just enough to be used to read jade slips.

While talking, the two of them came to the middle of the mountain. The old man suddenly stopped the magic weapon and landed on a small mountain.

Although it was only halfway up the mountain, it was at least a thousand feet higher than the foot of the mountain, which should be a place with few people. But at this time, at least thousands of people gathered in the open space in front of Zhang Fan, including old and young, men and women. Most of the old people greeted each other, while the young people showed nervous expressions on their faces. There were also a few young people standing on magic weapons, with a proud face and looking disdainful to be with others. It was probably the children of the immortal cultivation family mentioned by the old man.

Judging from their appearance, they all wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to open the mountain gate and try their luck to see if they could join the sect of the Dharma Xiang Sect. As for the reason why they stopped here, they could not understand it very well. From the halfway up the mountain, and up to the top of the peak, they were all locked by thick white fog, and the white fog was still turning constantly, like a tiger that chose people to eat, making people dare not step beyond the line.

The old man was different from Zhang Fan. He didn't even have a look at everything in front of him. After landing, he put away the magic weapon and touched it in his arms. After a long time, he chose a talisman and slowly poured his magic power into it.

As the magic power was filled, the talisman gradually emitted white light. Before the light reached a dazzling level, a sudden "whoosh" sound was heard. The talisman in the old man's hand flew out of his hand and flew twenty or thirty feet away. As soon as he touched the thick white mist, he suddenly disappeared in front of the grandfather and grandson.

After the spirit talisman disappeared, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said to Zhang Fan: "Baby, wait, someone will come to pick us up soon."

Zhang Fan nodded without saying anything, but continued to look at the people below with interest. Although he grew up in the Immortal Cultivation Market, he had never seen so many Immortal Cultivators at one time, which was really eye-opening.

What is particularly interesting is that I also saw a few "weirdoers" in it, with unkempt hair, ragged clothes and scars. At first glance, they were those who came here after a lot of hardships. They were obviously mortals without a background in cultivating immortals.

After the tea, the thick fog in front of everyone suddenly seemed to boil, and began to roll violently and became more and more intense. In a moment, it seemed to reach some extreme, and then suddenly stopped. Then, with a sound that rang through the sky, like a big bell, the thick fog dissipated.
Chapter completed!