Don't Be Afraid, Your Teacher Is on Your Way.

More than 200,000 manuscripts have been deposited, so feel free to pursue them! Xuanxiao Sect, a barely famous Pheasant Sect, was extremely poor, had no sect-protecting formation, and no spiritual veins. The masters and disciples were all in rags. The world of immortal cultivators despises it: casual cultivators are just casual cultivators, what kind of archway are they doing? Sect leader Mu Liangchao touched the fluffed Taoist robe and just smiled. There are no golden fingers here, only golden hoops. Heaven-defying qualifications + genius disciples + ancient sect foundation (countless peerless magic weapons and secret books) Accept a young disciple, and also give him a... Loyal dog from the late Mahayana period? ——————Separate—————— Plot: Mu Liangchao, a social animal, has only one wish: to have a good child in his next life and not have to work. Sincerity leads to spiritual success, and she finally influenced the immortal. The kind-hearted immortal persuaded her to be merciless and personally take her to "reincarnate". It's great, I no longer have to go to work, support my boss with my hard-earned money, and I no longer have to live... Mu Liangchao, who had experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties (imaginary number), calmly stretched out his hand, skillfully grabbed the zombie-like monster's neck, stopped the monster from biting his throat, and asked the immortal: "Master, how many surprises are there that I don't know about?" "Stop talking nonsense, this person has excellent qualifications, hurry up and accept him as your apprentice!" Mu Liangchao knew that the most important thing in accepting a disciple was not his qualifications, let alone his appearance, but whether he had a smart brain. If not, then this person is a disciple of her Xuanxiao Sect. She looked around at the sect surrounded by disciples. When she lifted the lid of the rice pot - it was empty. In the next moment, there were just a few disciples holding big bowls and waiting to be fed. Very good, I no longer have to serve the boss in this life, I have to serve several ancestors instead. If they continued to eat like this, one day she would have to break their legs, give each of them a broken bowl, and go begging on her own. One sentence from this article: The story of the ancient No. 1 Sect falling from the altar and finally rising up through poor masters and apprentices. Intention: Let the wind from east to west, north and south prevail!