Uncle Xianmen

There is a group of immortals headed by the old sect leader on Xiaoqing Mountain. They can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, open mountains and rivers, and are omnipotent. The old sect master has lived too long! After seven disciples with unprecedented talents emerged one after another, the old sect leader's body became too strong to look like. On the day when Lao Qi was sent away, the old sect leader shed tears on the coffin and opened the mountain with his bare hands to send Lao Qi into Xiaoqingshan. Together with Lao Qi, there were seven coffins. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." "Hey, why is there one missing?" "There's still one more person left to go!" The old sect master scratched his head, closed the small green mountain between his palms, and muttered: "My dear, where are you?" Thousands of miles away, a teenage boy was picking mushrooms in the forest with a bamboo basket on his back. I sneezed twice after picking it up, and the mucus flew far away. The young man skillfully stretched out his left hand and pinched it quickly with five fingers. After a while, the young man collapsed: "This old guy is really evil towards me."