Under the heavy snow, there are several pavilions and towers on the mountain covered with white frost.

Simple, inconspicuous, and ragged, it seems not an exaggeration to describe them.

But such an area belongs to the famous sect in the world of immortal cultivation - Zanghan Pavilion.

The height is so cold that the Pavilion Master disappeared all year round after absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

All affairs in the pavilion are subject to the four leaders and the rest of the elders.

The inner sect of Zanghan Pavilion is divided into four major sects, the Sword Sect, the Medical Sect, the Vein Sect, and... the most nonsensical mustard sect.

And Mo Lin'an was assigned to this mustard sect.

Life is like mustard seeds, and mustard seeds are taken in Sumeru.

When Mo Lin'an was picked up by his master, he was still young.

There were many siblings in the family, and the master took out a few taels of silver from his clothes, and his aunt happily pushed her out of the house.

"Oh, Taoist priest is so polite. This is our An An blessing."

The woman's eyes showed greed, but she still covered up and taught Mo Lin'an a lesson, "An An, study hard, follow the Taoist priest in the future and maintain justice in one party, do you know?"

Mo Lin'an was silent for a moment. She actually... didn't want to leave home.

The old man beside him smiled kindly and patted her head gently, "Good boy. Your name is Lin'an, okay, from now on, you will be the seventh disciple of my Zanghan Pavilion Jie Sect."

However……

When I really arrived on the mountain, Mo Lin'an realized that he had really gotten on the pirate ship this time.

Yin Jitong, the leader of the Mustard Sect, is one of the four major sect masters with the least experience in cultivation, but he has the most free and easy personality.

In order to meet the conditions for establishing a royal family, he forced himself to gather seven apprentices.

Senior sister, You Lingshuang, has outstanding talent and excellent appearance and temperament. She is the goddess in everyone's heart in the Cold Pavilion, and she is like a flower of the high mountain.

The second senior sister, Jiang Qionghua, has a gentle personality and a breath as savor. She is a genius of alchemy that is rare in a thousand years. She is known as the "Two Sages of Tibetan and Cold" together with the senior sister.

The third senior brother, Feng Yuxuan, the unruly and romantic young man, has a pair of peach blossom eyes that show off his charm. But he has never shown his true strength.

The fourth senior brother, Helian Ziyin, wore black clothes from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, always had a calm face, and had never seen a smile on his delicate face.

The fifth senior brother, Lu Huaizhi, looked kind on his face, but his stomach was covered with a pool of bad water. It was a pity that he had a beautiful and beautiful face.

Senior Sister Li Li, the only disciple who is unwilling to wear uniform clothing in the pavilion. He is small and charming, but his temper is unbearable.

7...that is, Mo Lin'an, who was temporarily picked up by his master to make up the numbers.

She looks beautiful and clean, but she can only be said to be a little white lotus that comes out of water. Before that, Mo Lin'an knew nothing about all this; she would not know anything about swordsmanship or strange skills at all.

As for why she was chosen, the master said it was a fate in the dark.

But in fact, Mo Lin'an knew that it was because she was cheaper that her aunt sold her cheaper than other families in the town.

The people of the Mustard Sect were ridiculed, and the master was too lazy to care about so many, so he simply named one, two, and three in the order he picked it up.

This also leads to...

Although the third senior brother is the oldest, he still has to call You Lingshuang a senior sister in a hard tone.

"Why are you the boss? Shouldn't you be ranked according to your age? Master! I'm not convinced!" Feng Yuxuan shouted.

"You don't agree? I don't agree!" Li Li circled her chest and her cheeks were bulging. "If you want me, you should divide it according to your strength. Everyone will know who will rank in a fight."

"Uh... it's a bit troublesome." Lu Huaizhi stopped talking, his eyes rolled, "Why are we better than playing chess or something?"

"I know there is a kind of chess called 'Flying Chess'..."

"What the hell is this?"

"Oh, don't worry about this, I'll tell you the rules *%#@..."

The second senior sister Jiang Qionghua grind the medicinal materials aside, the eldest senior sister You Lingshuang danced with a sword not far away, and the fourth senior brother Helian Ziyin held the book and said coldly without saying anything.

The three of them obviously have adapted to this atmosphere.

Yin Jitong sighed in the noise and blocked Mo Lin'an's ears, "Lin'an, don't learn from your seniors, you are the last hope of my old man!"

Mo Lin'an blinked inexplicably.

There are countless such small grudges in the Mustard Sect.

The lively road to Taoism in Mo Lin'an has begun.

...

A few years later.

The small courtyard where pear blossoms fall is full of people.

Although Yin Jitong cried and told that there were many people in his sect, it would be inappropriate to give such a little place.

but……

Elder Li, who was in charge, rejected his application without hesitation.

Who knows that when the place is big, what kind of monster can this old man behave?

Later, Mo Lin'an realized that when his master was young, he was addicted to fiddling with alchemy for a while.

But this industry emphasizes talent. Even if the master has a good cultivation level, he still cannot find any tricks.

But what makes Yin Jitong different from others is that he does not admit defeat.

If he doesn't work once, he will only have twice, if he doesn't work twice, he will only have three times.

Isn’t it just a waste of materials? These things are things outside the body, and he has them!

Finally, after a lot of complaints from the disciples in the sect, Elder Li finally pulled the master to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"Old Yin..." Elder Li said earnestly on his face.

"Old Li, stop talking, I understand!" The master grabbed Elder Li's hand and burst into tears in his eyes, "You must have come to persuade me not to give up."

"I knew that even if the whole world was not on my side, you would never give up on me-"

"Card." Elder Li held his forehead, "I'll correct it."

"The disciples in the Sutra Sect responded that you have exploded a lot of places recently, and many facilities in the sect have been damaged to a certain extent."

"...So." Yin Jitong's lips twitched slightly, "You are here to ask me for a crime. Then why didn't you say it earlier, bastard!"

"...You didn't give me a chance to tell me." Elder Li touched his nose.

After that, although the master stopped practicing alchemy, he became fascinated by mechanical techniques, beast control, weapon refining, etc.

But the master is probably really stupid. None of them can be learned, but it just caused a lot of trouble to the pavilion.

To this day, this ended up being the case.

However, Mo Lin'an felt that this old man was not bad.

After the master brought her up from the foot of the mountain, he only threw a large stall of books in her room, such as Heart Sutra and Sword Score, which made her wonder if the master robbed the Sutra Pavilion.

He just lost his money and didn't teach him. He ran down the mountain to play by himself.

Mo Lin'an's learning progress was all about the pulling of several senior brothers and sisters. You teach this today and that tomorrow.
Chapter completed!