Chapter 675 Thousand Machines City
The mountain gate of Bixia Palace is a stone archway. After years of vicissitudes, it has been quietly covered with light moss marks.
Below the archway, hundreds of girls no more than twenty years old lined up in a long and winding queue, taking qualification tests one by one.
Chen Suhui looked from a distance and saw a temporary formation under the archway, emitting a soft shimmer.
Every time a girl steps on it, the formation will show all kinds of colorful light and shadow illusions.
There was a long wooden table on the side, and a female nun sat at the table. She was looking at the girls passing by the archway, and she was writing down notes.
Her brows furrowed slightly, looking slightly absent-minded.
Luan Yiqing strode forward, tapped the table, and asked: "Junior sister Gan, how is the situation?"
The female cultivator named Gan shook her head and sighed: "This This group of disciples is considered to be the most poorly qualified in the Bixia Palace in recent years. If there had not been a sudden change in the Lingxiao Realm, which caused us to suffer unreasonable disasters, we would not have recruited these people with mediocre qualifications into the sect just to fill the labor vacancies. "
Hearing this, a mysterious smile appeared on Luan Yiqing's face and said, "I have a surprise for you."
"Surprise?" The female cultivator surnamed Gan looked surprised.
Luan Yiqing then turned around, waved to Chen Suhui behind the crowd, and shouted: "Chen Xuan, come here quickly!"
Chen Suhui heard the sound and walked over obediently.
She lowered her head, her complexion was pale, and her expression was a bit nervous. She perfectly showed the appearance of an ordinary mortal girl who entered the cultivation sect for the first time.
She looked very low-key, barely attracting the slightest attention from the girls lining up around her.
However, the spiritual energy around her surged like a tsunami, causing strong fluctuations and rushing to gather towards where she was.
The female cultivator surnamed Gan looked at her with wide eyes, unable to believe what she was feeling.
The next moment, Chen Suhui walked up to the gate of the archway.
The formation under her feet seemed to be activated, and suddenly burst out with thousands of rays of light, like the first light of dawn, or like the pouring of stars.
For a time, the whole mountain was filled with clouds and glow, like a fairyland.
Everyone around had never seen such a scene before, and they were all dumbfounded, with shock written all over their faces.
Suddenly, a female cultivator dressed in colorful feathers and covered with gauze controlled a flying sword, fell from the sky, and landed steadily in front of Chen Suhui.
“Palace Master!”
Seeing this person, Luan Yiqing and the female cultivator surnamed Gan both bowed and saluted, their attitudes were particularly respectful.
But the woman known as the "Palace Master" had her eyes firmly fixed on Chen Suhui, seemingly unaware of the presence of others.
"The body of a fairy..." she murmured.
As an eighth-level monk, although in her perception, Chen Suhui is indeed a genuine mortal who has never practiced.
But she always felt that a "fairy spirit body" that had never been seen in ten thousand years appeared so close to Bixia Palace when Taishang Haotian was about to be promoted to the ninth realm, and He happened to be picked up by Luan Yiqing who was out to recruit disciples. It was not as simple as it seemed.
Is this a blessing for Bixia Palace? Or a disaster?
Chen Suhui buried her head lower, seeming to feel increasingly uncomfortable under the pressure of the palace master.
After a long period of silence, the master of Bixia Palace finally slowly opened his lips, with a calm and majestic voice: "What is your name?"
"Chen Xuan." Chen Suhui answered softly, her voice as thin as a gnat. , but clearly audible.
"Chen Xuan, from today on, are you willing to follow me and practice the Tao?"
"This disciple must do his best to live up to the expectations of the palace master."
The Palace Master of Bixia Palace inadvertently touched her cheek through the thin veil - under the veil, a ferocious scar was vaguely visible. Although it had been a long time, it still had not healed. Then, she stretched out her hand to Chen Suhui: "Come with me."
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Gu Xu and several Qingque Sect monks came to the mountain gate of Momen’s headquarters, which is also called the “Thousand Machines City”.
It stands abruptly on the vast land, completely constructed of exquisite wood craftsmanship and wonderful metal mechanisms, which is breathtaking.
The city gate is majestic, with dense gears and shafts on both sides. As visitors arrive, these mechanical components operate quietly, as if conducting a silent welcome ceremony.
They walked slowly along the road paved with precision metal plates, passing through rows of scattered houses and streets.
As they went deeper, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually faded away.
Finally, they came to a magnificent organ hall.
The roof of the main hall towers into the clouds and is made up of countless precision wooden components and metal parts. The doors of the main hall are wide and heavy, with complex and exquisite patterns carved on them.
On both sides of the door, there is a metal puppet several feet high.
They were tall and tall, holding sharp swords, and their eyes glowed red.
Gu Xu quietly inspected this spectacular city of institutions.
The rune formations hidden in the shadows quietly came into his sight, and were immediately transformed by his "wisdom" authority into clear lines, groups of precise data, and pictures. A detailed drawing...
Suddenly, a slight sound of mechanical operation broke the surrounding tranquility.
Gu Xu and the few monks around him looked around and saw a few beautifully carved wooden kites flying from the sky, slowly landing not far away, and several people dressed in Momen jumped down from them. Ordinary disciples in clothing.
"Are you from the Qingque Sect? Have you brought the supplies you should bring?"
Their tone was very calm. Although they did not deliberately provoke, they naturally showed that the disciples of the large sect were facing the small sect. The arrogant aura of a monk.
"Of course, of course." A monk next to Gu Xu nodded in agreement, hurriedly took off a storage ring from his finger, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.
One of the Momen disciples stretched out his hand, took the ring, and then released a ray of spiritual consciousness to go deep into it, inspecting it meticulously, as if he was afraid of missing something.
After three careful checks, he finally nodded slowly and said, "You can go back."
At this time, Gu Xu took a step forward and said politely: "I am Meng Zhike, the Supreme Elder of Qingque Sect. I was invited by the noble sect to come to Qian Ji City as a guest for a few days."
" Supreme Elder Meng Zhike? Is there such a powerful figure in Qingque Sect?" Several Momen disciples were a little surprised when they heard his words.
But after a moment, they seemed to suddenly recall some information, their expressions changed suddenly, they quickly bowed to Gu Xu, and said apologetically and sincerely: "It turns out that Elder Meng is here, and he is really mine. I am blind to gold and jade, and I was negligent in not recognizing Elder Meng right away. I hope our distinguished guests will take care of themselves.
“I wonder if Elder Meng needs my guidance to visit Qian. Machine City'? It just so happens that there is a wonderful puppet dancer performance in Xuanji Fantasy Square today..."
"No need," Gu Xu smiled and shook his head, "No need to bother you, I will just stroll around here at will.
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Great wilderness.
On the outskirts of Luojing City, Changchun Garden, Imperial Study Room.
Gu Xu was dressed in a green shirt, sitting at the desk, holding a brush in his hand, and carefully sketching a complicated and precise mechanical drawing on the paper.
Xiao Wanjun sat across from him, looking at his concentrated thinking, and felt a little lost for a moment.
(End of this chapter)