Mo Xiao stopped his thoughts in time and took a step forward.
He said respectfully, "Uncle Luo, the Supreme Elder's thousand-year birthday has come.
Please leave today and return to the sect to entertain all the guests to congratulate the Supreme Elder on his thousand-year birthday."
Looking at this junior disciple, he thought about his intention to leave today.
Luo Changli said impatiently, "I understand."
This is why he is willing to travel abroad.
As long as he is strong enough, there is no need to deal with endless temptations.
If there are mixed forces in the sect, there will be endless troubles.
"Master Luo, please repair it first, and I will set off with you tomorrow."
Mo Xiao said.
Luo Changli waved his hand impatiently, Mo Xiao paused and left the courtyard spontaneously.
When Mo Xiao was about to ask Uncle Luo for instructions in the evening, he saw that the small courtyard was empty, and his face suddenly turned blue and white.
Since Luo Changli didn't like this junior, he naturally wouldn't give him face.
Since it was his master's birthday party, he could go back and attend it without Mo Xiao leading the way.
Three months later, three days before the birthday banquet, many people who came to celebrate the birthday had already entered the sect.
The Yuan and Qing sect's mountain gate was opened to welcome colleagues from all over the world.
Of course, some casual cultivators with low cultivation can only deliver birthday gifts in front of the mountain gate, exchange them for a cup of spiritual tea, and then leave.
In the evening of this day, the sky was full of rays of light.
A monk wearing a blue robe was walking in the sky, like a drifting cloud.
His movements were erratic, but he seemed to be slow and fast.
He arrived in front of the mountain gate in just half a moment.
Along the way, The monks who came to congratulate him were all in awe.
Being able to walk in mid-air just by relying on his own cultivation, this senior's cultivation is really profound.
But what caught everyone's attention even more was that the robe was cyan and embroidered with lotus inscriptions.
As soon as they saw it, they knew it was a monk from the Yuan and Qing sect.
But the steward in front of the mountain gate has never heard of a monk with such a high level of cultivation.
He stepped forward to stop him, "Senior, I didn't know who you were."
Luo Changli took out a natal spirit tablet from his storage ring, with Yuan Qing and Luo Xiao engraved on the front and Chang Li on the back.
The steward looked at the word "Luoxiao" in surprise.
The spirit tablet was indeed real, but when did Luoxiao Peak gain a disciple?
He respectfully returned the spirit tablet to Luo Changli and said, "Senior, wait a moment."
He took out a communication paper charm and notified the people in the inner sect.
Luo Changli was not annoyed, and just stood there despite everyone's surprised gazes, looking at the misty mountain gate.
Not long after, a female cultivator in white arrived.
Although she did not wear the Taoist robe of the Yuanqing Sect, the disciples around her were very respectful to her.
She has a beautiful appearance, and her eyes are like the spring light in March, graceful and flowing.
There is a cyan bell tied on her hand, which makes a jingling sound when the wind blows.
She looked Luo Changli up and down, and stared at his appearance for a while, "Fellow Taoist, Luo Xiao Peak has no other disciples except me and the real person.
Why do you pretend to be a disciple of Luo Xiao Peak?"
She said in a serious tone. said.
The monks who were standing around immediately left after hearing her words, and the alert disciples outside the door gradually surrounded her.
Luo Changli said calmly, "Whether I am a fake or not is up to you.
You will know if you ask the boss."
He informed the manager with his eyes and asked him to inform the boss.
But the woman stretched out her hand to stop her, "I have lived on Luoxiao Peak for a hundred years, but I have never seen a disciple like you in the peak.
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Could it be that the thieves of the devil want to take this opportunity to spy on our Yuanqing Sect and hide their evil intentions?"
After making a gesture, the mountain gate formation began to move faintly.
Luo Changli had no intention of getting entangled, and directly used his spiritual power.
A cold voice passed through the peaks of Yuanqing, "Master, my disciple Changli went back to the mountain to pay his respects."
This voice woke up many Yuanqing disciples, and most of the disciples who were not in deep retreat put down the things in their hands and looked towards the mountain gate.
The leader quickly rushed to the mountain gate.
But here, a voice as clear and cold as ice that has been frozen for thousands of years came, "Since you are back, then come over."
This voice made everyone in front of the gate of Du Lengshan come back to their senses, especially Jiang Lianyun who knew the owner of the voice well.
She bit her lips and said, "I didn't know it was my senior brother who has returned."
Luo Changli ignored her and left the mountain gate in a flash.
The leader and Mo Xiao who came later were a little helpless.
Mo Xiao's eyes matched Jiang Lianyun's, and the same secret annoyance flashed in their eyes.
In an instant, Luo Changli had arrived at Luoxiao Peak.
The formations on the peak had been slightly changed, making it easier to travel.
The simple environment on the peak had been planted with many spiritual flowers and herbs, some of which had spiritual intelligence.
Birds were jumping among the ancient trees outside the cave.
His cave back then had long been covered by lush spiritual plants, and next to his master's cave, there was another cave that looked quite exquisite.
At this time, the door of his master's cave had long been opened.
As he slowly approached, he saw True Lord Qingji.
Luo Changli saluted his master as before and said, "Greetings to the master."
The cold voice of Lord Qingji came, "Get up."
Luo Changli didn't want to know about the grievances between his master and the female cultivator.
After greeting True Lord Qingji, he directly asked the questions he had accumulated for more than a hundred years.
After getting answers one by one, three days had passed.
At this time, Jiang Lianyun had been waiting outside the cave for three days.
She did not ask to see True Lord Qingji, nor did Lord Qingji call her in.
Although the master and apprentice have not seen each other for a hundred years, the changes of time are not obvious to those who practice Taoism.
After solving the accumulated problems one by one, Luo Changli took out the gift he had prepared long ago, a clutch flower.
This kind of flower is not created by heaven and earth, but is cultivated by man.
The monks took the seven emotions and six desires of the human world and watered them, and it took 7749 years to complete.
It can make monks fall into the rolling world of mortals and boundless love.
It is extremely poisonous and also a panacea.
The more delicate the clutch is, the more complex the emotions are, and the stronger the effect.
The flower in Luo Changli's hand is already a brilliant red, which shows that it is rare.
This is also one of his gains in the past hundred years.
Any monk who has fallen into the turbid atmosphere of the world of mortals, if he can survive that period of grinding, his Taoist heart will be greatly improved.
Although he does not know whether Qingji Zhenjun will be of use, Jiang Lianyun in front of the mountain gate makes him unhappy, and he naturally does not want to Let her have her way.
The contract of the same fate, the clutch flower, what will be delivered to his hands next?
True Lord Qingji accepted Luo Changli's congratulatory gift and told him, "The journey of cultivation is like sailing against the current.
You need to understand your true self, keep your true heart, and don't slack off."
It can be seen that Master Qingji is quite satisfied with his cultivation status, so his tone this time is quite calm, "You go ahead."
After Luo Changli left the cave, Jiang Lianyun still stood outside the cave, his eyes red, as if he had been wronged.
Luo Changli walked straight past and ignored even the greeting.
He's just so stingy, it's part of his nature: