I'm the MC, Why Do I Suck at Cultivation

Chapter 232

"Brother, you're really brilliant. How do you know he's lying?"

Leaving Linglong tower, Longma has a rainbow fart.

"It's very simple. Have you ever seen that God of fortune sent him one or two inferior immortals? And he sneaked in?"

You can think with your toes that the other party must be planning something wrong. As for what he is planning, he doesn't know.

But in any case, the man has been controlled by himself, and there is no need to worry about anything.

Think of it here.

Lu Changsheng couldn't help raising his head and looking at the sky.

I don't know how my master is now. Have you been to the Dalai Holy Land in the fairy world.

this moment.

Fairyland, central China.

In an extremely remote place, in a main hall, Taoist Qingyun woke up from meditation with a clear sound.

"No. 1657635! Your master has come to you."

The sound sounded.

Taoist Qingyun immediately woke up from meditation. He was a little excited.

It has been several days since flying to the fairyland, but this fairyland is completely different from the fantasy fairyland.

Here, the strong are like clouds. Although he is a monk who has survived the 99 day disaster, he can only be regarded as a good qualification in the fairy world and can't enjoy any treatment.

And the most important thing is that after flying, he came to the celestial flying platform. Before he could say anything, he was taken away by several immortals.

It is said that in order to maintain the order of the fairyland, you must admit your identity. If you are protected by the sect power in the fairyland, you will be notified and let the sect pick up people. If not, you must practice honestly for a while, then stabilize the realm and do hard work for a hundred years.

It can be regarded as paying off debts and arranging a job at the same time, so as not to make you idle and confused.

Taiyi holy master, Linglong holy master was picked up on the first day he came, and Taoist Qingyun and several holy masters were still waiting here patiently, which was a little depressing.

But all in all.

Friars flying up from the lower world, no matter how powerful you are in the lower world and how high your status is, when you arrive in the fairy world, you will be obedient.

Anyone here is better than you. If you dare not obey, you will be beaten. Unless you are really big, otherwise, the immortal is not as good as the dog.

"Taoist friend Qingyun, after you see your master, you can ask for us by the way."

"Yes, yes, Qingyun Taoist friend, don't forget us."

At the same time, wanchu, Shumen and Ziqing, who were meditating on one side, spoke again and again.

"Don't worry, Taoist friends. When I return to the sect gate, I will ask my master to help me find out where the sect gate of Taoist friends is. They both came from the immortal world. Qingyun will never forget you."

Taoist Qingyun said seriously.

"Yes, Qingyun Taoist friend, go and get together with your master."

"Qingyun Taoist friend, when I go out, we will start from scratch and work hard for each other."

"Qingyun road is friendly. Don't come in again."

Several saints who soared together spoke one after another.

"Farewell."

Taoist Qingyun nodded and hurried away.

Before long, Taoist Qingyun walked out of the hall and soon heard a familiar voice. He was very excited at the moment.

"Qingyun! Qingyun! Oh, my good disciple, haven't I seen you for thousands of years?"

But soon, when Taoist Qingyun saw his long missed master, he was stunned.

Outside the hall, a young man in his twenties, handsome, holding a folding fan in his hand, came to him excitedly, shouting with great enthusiasm.

This is Taoist Wuji, the master of Taoist Qingyun.

"Qingyun, I'm looking forward to you as a teacher. Haven't you suffered here?"

Taoist Wuji looked at Taoist Qingyun painfully, but Taoist Qingyun was confused.

"Master?"

Taoist Qingyun doesn't believe it. In theory, his master is kind and kind. Why does he look like those... Ducks in the world? I'm five thousand years old. What's the whole fuss about?

"It's me! Oh, Qingyun, don't be surprised. The fairyland is different from the cultivation fairyland. Our fairyland depends on the appearance. You know? It's the appearance. After we soar, we have to go through the Hualong pool for a bubble. After soaking, we will reshape our bones and become extremely young."

"For the fairyland, five thousand years old is equivalent to about five years old, so you must not look at the fairyland to be repaired with the eyes of the lower world. However, Qingyun, don't worry. I'll take you to our little luozong. You can soak in the Hualong pool and strive to become younger and more handsome."

"Qingyun, as a teacher, I remember that your appearance is quite high. You may not know that in the fairyland, your appearance represents everything. You look good and are popular everywhere. Even if you not only look good, but also have excellent temperament, you may be canonized as Tianren."

"In a word, in the fairyland, beauty is better than everything, so when you see a handsome person, don't provoke him, you know?"

"But it's all right. It's normal for me to tell you slowly that you don't understand."

Taoist Wuji said a lot of things.

Subvert the three views of Taoist Qingyun.

What appearance is king.

What heaven and man.

What else, little Luo Zong?

Isn't it Da Luo holy land?

"Little Luo Zong? Aren't we the holy land of Da Luo?"

Taoist Qingyun asked curiously.

"Shh!"

In an instant, Taoist Wuji quickly stopped talking, and then the divine knowledge preached.

"Qingyun, this is the fairyland, but not the lower world. In the lower world, we call it Da Luo holy land. There is nothing at all, but in the fairyland, the holy land is the existence of some Big Macs. You can't talk nonsense or talk nonsense. There are many rules in the fairyland. If you are not careful, you may die."

Taoist Wuji said so.

Taoist Qingyun felt a chill.

"What level is the status of our little luozong equivalent to?"

Taoist Qingyun couldn't help asking.

"Although it is not high, it is not low. Looking at the whole mountain range, it can be regarded as one of the best. However, if you look at the whole central China, it can be regarded as a quasi second-class sect. As long as you work hard, you can strive to become a second-class sect in 50000 years."

Taoist Wuji said an answer that made Taoist Qingyun silent.

Although I was prepared, I didn't expect it to be so bad.

"Then, master, are you still the leader?"

Taoist Qingyun continued to ask.

"No, but it's also a big elder. Qingyun, I know what you think. In fact, after flying as a teacher in those years, it's the same idea as you. I always think our sect should be very strong in the fairy world, but in fact, the fairy world is much more extraordinary than the lower world."

"Without saying anything else, there are 108 states in the central China alone. Each state has 365 ancient cities. Each ancient city is bigger than a fairy world. Do you understand?"

Taoist Wuji said so.

Let Taoist Qingyun know a little.

But there is still some loss in my heart.

Just then, Taoist Wuji asked in a low voice.

"Qingyun! I want to ask you something. It may be related to the prosperity of our little luozong!"

Taoist Wuji asked.

"Master, you said."

Taoist Qingyun was a little curious and didn't know what the other party wanted to ask.

"Yes, have you practiced the skill given to you by my teacher?"

The sound sounded.

In an instant, Taoist Qingyun was silent.