Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 292: Leader of the Righteous Path (2)

Bi Nanfeng also nodded: "I feel like a wealthy man in this outfit."

Gu Jinzhi confidently took out his "masterpiece" from his storage ring: "The design I made for Medical Valley is pretty good! But they just refused to adopt it. They are blind! Come on, take a look!"

Gu Jinzhi inherited the doctor's abstract calligraphy very well, and he is also on par with him in painting. It can only be understood but not expressed in words - after Tang He's "Phantom Demon Picture", another master has emerged.

Disciples of Medical Valley: They would rather die than wear such anti-human clothes.

Yan Qingshu took a look, her mouth was venomous, and she felt relieved.

"Like a fish that has been dead for three days, like Lu Wensheng's mouth, like Jiang Jinfeng's fate, like Shi Yubai's character, the iron fruit you have chewed, the IQ of the demons, and the dead silence of Tang He's painting skills."

System: [What happens if you miss a joke? ]

Yan Qingshu heard the system's voice, turned around and greeted Lu Wensheng, who was coming over, and replied: "I'll make up for it."

Tang He: "Why am I still here?"

Lu Wensheng arrived late: “???” What?

Song Wen and several of his fellow senior brothers and sisters were also there, waiting at the foot of the mountain. It was not known whether they were waiting for him, but they had all changed into disciple uniforms. Lu Wensheng looked at his own uniform and felt a chill in his heart.

"I think I'm wearing the wrong clothes."

Everyone smiled at each other and said, "That's right, that's right, you don't need it."

He doesn't need it? Is there something that is being kept from him alone? Lu Wensheng narrowed his eyes and looked over with an inquiring gaze. Everyone avoided him - there was indeed something fishy going on.

Gu Jinzhi was obviously not convinced and was bothered by his paintings being looked down upon. He pulled Lu Wensheng aside and said, "Yangming, please judge for yourself. Isn't my painting beautiful? They really don't know the value of it!"

Feeling like he would lose his sanity after just one look, Lu Wensheng turned his head away: "What is this?"

"I designed the disciples' attire for the Medical Valley."

"...Have they ever praised you for your talent in design?"

Gu Jinzhi was a little embarrassed: "No..." Was he going to praise him?

The other person's voice was calm as if asking him what he wanted to eat today: "Then you are still designing."

Crack. It was the sound of Gu Jinzhi's heart breaking.

Gu Jinzhi squatted down and bit his handkerchief: How could Lu Wensheng say such cold words? Woo woo woo——

Thanks to Master Fu Guang, Amen. The eavesdropping disciples of the Medical Valley feel relieved now - I'm sorry, Young Valley Master, for the sake of our aesthetics and clothing taste, we can only discourage your design desire.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Song Wen was about to say something when Zhang Zhixu covered his mouth.

Song Wen: “Woo woo woo!”

Zhang Zhixu said seriously: "We are brothers from the same sect, so of course we should be together."

Lu Wensheng: "What about the other sects?"

Ning Rongrong looked innocent: "Aren't we good friends? Isn't it my duty to wait for you?"

Gu Jinzhi: "So Yangming doesn't consider us as friends? How sad."

Lu Wensheng was speechless and looked at the people in the Discipline Hall. Tang He's eyes revealed clear stupidity, Yu He smiled shyly, Duan Jiashu looked curious, and Wu Feipeng showed an official smile...

Song Wen pried open Zhang Zhixu's hand: "You'll find out when you go up."

Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. He's not curious at all! Lu Wensheng snorted and turned his head to go up the mountain. Everyone looked at each other, then smiled meaningfully and followed.

As you go higher, you can see thousands of peaks lined up like spears, and tens of thousands of feet of mountains spread out like screens. The sun shines through the mist, lightly locking the green, and the rain stops, turning the dark blue into a cold green.

The exotic flowers and rare grasses are swaying, the tall bamboos and pines are covered with dew, nourished by rich spiritual energy. The tall bamboos and pines are evergreen, and the exotic flowers and rare grasses never wither in all seasons.

The sounds of birds are nearby, springs are flowing clear, valleys are filled with orchids, and cliffs are covered with mosses. This is truly a blessed place with spiritual veins. The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more awe you feel.

The plaque of "Dengxian Hall" was soon seen, but the door was only opened a little, so they, the disciples, had to wait outside.

Seeing that they were the only ones left, Lu Wensheng was bewildered and became more and more confused - it didn't seem like a meeting, but more like a ceremony.

"Boom-"

The disciple at the door suddenly exerted force and opened the door completely. The abundant light rushed in, and the scene suddenly became blurry, making it impossible for the people outside to see what was inside clearly.

Lu Wensheng turned his head and was about to ask, but he saw that everyone had already lined up and stood behind him, as if he was the first in the line.

Liu Jiqian and Ji Yanli stood in the front row, one with an indifferent look and the other with aloofness, very polite, but Gu Jinzhi still leaned out and winked at him, Yan Qingshu was already in a trance, Song Wen was rarely honest, but facing Lu Wensheng's gaze, he also raised his chin to indicate...

Okay, it’s just being the locomotive, Lu Wensheng sighed in his heart and took the lead.

The interior of the Ascension Hall is more like a hollow attic. There is a spiritual lamp hanging on every pillar. The pale yellow light illuminates the water palace and the cloud room, and the jade trees and branches are also reflected like smoke.

The walls are painted with pepper, and the railings and door sills are carved. The thin and transparent gauze embroidered curtains flutter in the wind, allowing you to see the outside scenery, while revealing the embroidered pillars, carved pillars, and furnishings with dragons and phoenixes dancing deep in the palace. The star map on the top is rolling, falling like fire, and scattering like rain, as if it will fall to the human world at any time.

It is indeed a palace of immortals.

The jade steps going up from the bottom are like the pavement in front of an imperial palace on earth. The jade platform stands in the center, very close.

The people were arranged in two rows. The leading monks were all wearing monastic robes, holding their own magical instruments, with their sleeves drawn together and their eyes lowered. The disciples stood behind them, looking solemn, with tall statures, clear eyes and eyebrows, and dignified appearance, giving a glimpse of the demeanor of disciples of immortals.

On the jade disk facing it, there are gold-plated words outlining: "Wind and clouds gather and disperse, mountains and rivers are empty and full. The spirit of the valley is immortal, and I am immortal." The surrounding area is filled with golden light and the still shadows sinking into the jade disk, which actually highlight each other.

The door of the palace was wide open, and golden fragments of light cut through the clouds like sharp swords and slashed straight into the palace, illuminating the entire hall. The room was filled with mist, and everyone's expressions did not change. They just turned their heads slightly and looked over.

The figure that first appeared against the backlight was very elegant, with a slight shadow making the face look three-dimensional. The eyes buried in the darkness took away the fleeting brightness, and the cracks revealed something strange, and spots of light seemed to be hovering and dancing around him.

Then several figures were reflected. Although there were only hazy outlines, the differences could be clearly distinguished. As they stepped over the threshold, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, which was chaotic but also orderly. It brought gusts of breeze and blew the mist away. Everyone walked against the light, and even the hems of clothes lifted in the shadows were full of spirit.

People or things under the light always seem to be close yet distant, but they are actually different. It is as if they are light, and therefore are filled with the thick yet thin morning light.

At this moment, many people were slightly lost in thought, as if they saw the young man being favored by the light.