Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 132 The Traveler
Just as Zhang Ze and the sect leader left the observation deck, a talisman was thrown into the air from the distant forest.

The golden light was brilliant. A moment later, the disciples of the Sword Sect, who had received the signal, rushed to the observation deck holding their clothes, bedding and other belongings.

They skillfully set up the clothes hangers, marked the area, and started hanging the clothes to dry.

After all, no matter how exquisite the Taoism is, it cannot compare to the taste of sunshine.

The sun is shining brightly today, but the sect leader was delayed for half a day due to something, so we have to hurry and hang out the clothes before the sun goes down.

"Senior Brother Zhong, who do you think is the person next to the Sect Master?" asked a disciple of the Sword Sect who was familiar with the real Zhong Hui.

Zhong Hui hung up his clothes and looked back at the man, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. Be careful, the Sect Master is right behind you."

The disciple immediately shut up and stopped talking about this topic, and went to find a place to hang his clothes.

But after a while, he started calling Zhong Hui again, asking him to come over.

"Brother Zhong has your things here, as well as Brother Yan's and his..."

The people whose names were called immediately gathered around and found eight Tianhuan pendants and some cute little pendants hanging on a tree. Under each pendant and pendant was a piece of paper with Zhong Hui and their names written on it.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Zhong, who has such strong martial arts skills, would like this kind of thing? I wonder who gave it to him?" Someone joked, pointing at the cute pendants.

Zhong Hui immediately glared at the man, then he reached out and took off the Tianhuan pendant and accessories with his name on them.

He held the pendant and input spiritual energy into it. The next moment, petals fell all around him, and his girlish heart was filled with joy.

Zhong Hui put the pendant away before his friends laughed at him. The petals were gone, but he felt uneasy.

"Who gave this to me?"

"Junior Sister Fang seemed to have mentioned this thing called the Thousand Illusions Pendant, and she also asked me to go to the Thousand Machines Pavilion after the final exam."

"Junior sister should like this very much"

"If I pass it on to my junior sister..."

"No, if I send it over rashly, wouldn't it be a bit abrupt? That's not what a gentleman does. How about we wait a little longer?"

Brother Zhong, who deserves to be single, fell into hesitation.

On the mountain path, Zhang Ze suddenly heard the sect leader sigh, and then he saw the sect leader look back at him.

"If they were all like you, I wouldn't worry about it."

After saying that, the sect leader did not explain and continued to lead Zhang Ze up the mountain.

Zhang Ze didn’t understand what the sect leader meant, but it didn’t matter. He just listened to his elders.

The most important thing is that I can sit at the table.

It worked, Zhang Ze was secretly happy.

However, although the clan leader's daughter was waiting for dinner, the clan leader did not speed up his pace, but continued to walk at a leisurely pace, as if he was taking a leisurely walk.

As they walked, he told Zhang Ze stories in the tone of an elder.

A few stories about the road and travelers.

The first story is about the Sect Master and Aunt Mo Jingchun.

The Sect Master and Aunt Mo are actually senior and junior brothers and sisters, not what Zhang Ze thought.

It's just that something went wrong before.

At that time, the two of them ascended to the Mahayana stage together, and at the same time reached the end of the Sword Sect's path.

So the two of them spent five hundred years repeatedly deducing and practicing against each other.

Finally, I vaguely saw a blurry road in the darkness ahead.

But this road is dangerous. If you take a wrong step, you will die.

So the two decided to have a battle. The winner would take charge of the Sword Sect, and the loser would go to seek a way forward.

"We all wanted to lose, but she cheated, so I won. She died in search of a way." The sect leader said calmly.

"What happened next?" Zhang Ze asked.

"It didn't work out, but it did work out because I was able to break through and take another half step forward on the path."

"It didn't work out because I took another half step forward a while ago, but this time I'm really at a dead end."

The clan leader smiled, probably recalling the past.

"But fortunately, Junior Sister's spirit was not extinguished, and she came back to life again, and even accidentally entered the Sword Sect again."

"And I don't know yet." The sect leader said this with a smile in his eyes.

"I remember that year she was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and her soul and memory had just recovered, but she was so impatient that she rushed to the main pavilion to see me."

The second story is the story of the little monk.

Strictly speaking, the young monk is still the elder of the sect leader.

This Budai Arhat, who fights against all odds every day, is also looking for the way after Mahayana.

He was very reckless and not afraid of death, so he died more often.

Before you know it, you've been reincarnated ten times.

"It's impossible to persuade him. It's impossible to persuade him at all." The sect leader shook his head. "The Buddhist community tried to persuade him again and again, and finally brought out his father's Buddha relics, but they still couldn't stop him."

"That's just his personality." "The method of reincarnation is not without its price."

"I guess after a few more lives, it will be over."

"I heard from Mu Sheng that he went to the Northern Demon Kingdom this time. I wonder if he will gain anything."

The story of the little monk is over.

But Zhang Ze discovered a blind spot, "His father? Don't monks not get married?"

The number of Buddhist monks who can leave behind Buddha relics can be counted on one hand.
"Don't ask. Everyone makes mistakes when they are young. Just pretend you didn't hear about this and don't spread it to anyone else." The sect leader, knowing that he had spoken out of turn, reminded.

Zhang Ze immediately nodded to show that he understood.

Finally, here is the story of the Master of Zhengyi Pavilion.

Zhengyi also did this and went to find a way.

The price of failure is that your legs are completely gone and cannot grow back.

Zhengyi started looking for a way a little early. He was thinking of a way when he became a god.

Then he took a wrong step and his realm fell directly from the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm back to the mortal realm.

But Zhengyi refused to accept it, so he started practicing again, and this time he was able to overcome the tribulation.

But I can't move forward any further.

After telling Zhengyi's story, the clan leader laughed at himself and said, "Actually, I want to try it again."

"But I am now the leader of the Sword Sect. I cannot die for the time being. What a pity."

The sect leader saw Zhang Ze's hesitant expression and guessed his question.

"You want to ask why you don't use various innate items, magical weapons and artifacts to help you break through to the Mahayana stage, right?"

Zhang Ze nodded.

"The reason is very simple," the clan leader explained to Zhang Ze, "because it's useless."

"When you reach the Mahayana stage, you will understand."

"And if it really worked, Dong Qi should still be alive and well."

Zhang Ze thought so too. When the Dongqi Immortal Dynasty was at its peak, it even ruled over the entire four continents.

At that time, every Immortal Emperor was a top-notch genius, and was supported by the combined strength of the four continents.

But even so, no true immortal emperor was produced.

He also lost all his family fortune.

After telling a few stories, the mountain path came to an end. One more step and you would reach the top of the mountain.

The sunlight behind the sect leader was a little dazzling. He turned around and looked at Zhang Ze and asked for the last time.

"Are you really not going to practice swordsmanship with me? It's quite good to stop at the Mahayana stage. Many people want it but can't."

Zhang Ze still shook his head.

"At the end of the cultivation, aren't we just staring at each other on the mountaintop together, old man?"

"It's not just for my junior sister and Master Qianji, it's also for myself."

"I think cultivating immortals and seeking the truth is a very romantic thing, so I want to go to the heavens and take a look."

"Let me try."

"If I fail, I will come back and practice swordsmanship with you."

The sect leader sighed, not knowing whether he was relieved or regretful, and he stepped onto the top of the mountain first.

Zhang Ze also followed with brisk steps, preparing to eat.

When we reached the top of the mountain, the sun was shining brightly.

This is probably the driest and quietest place in the entire Sword Sect headquarters.

At this time, A'li suddenly woke up. It was not known whether he woke up from hunger or the sun, but he changed from a magic sword back to his original form, and then into the appearance of a yellow-skinned mouse.

Then he climbed up Zhang Ze's trouser legs and onto his shoulders, rubbed his face, and stretched.

A'li plans to save Zhang Ze's face by acting cute and get a few more meals at the same time.

The clan leader saw Ahri and found it amusing. "She's quite cute, but a bit ostentatious."

After saying that, the sect leader flicked his finger, and a breath of energy flashed and penetrated into A'li's forehead.

A Li's barely perceptible dragon might was covered by this sword energy.

The clan leader once again studied Ah Li for a moment before nodding, "Well, I can't tell this time."

Zhang Ze took A'li off his shoulders and held her in his arms. He looked left and right but couldn't find any difference between A'li and before.

"Forget it, eating is more important."

Zhang Ze saw his junior sister waving at him from the pavilion beside the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

(End of this chapter)