As soon as the old man stretched out his hand, a few spiritual ropes bound the two of them, and he quietly flew out of the Extreme Fire Gate, as if he was strolling in a courtyard.

The sect's great formation was completely ignored.

From the time the old man appeared to the time he disappeared, no one felt anything unusual.

"Boy, you may hate me now, but when you learn the power of divine patterns, you will definitely thank me before it is too late."

The faint voice, accompanied by a wine burp, disappeared into the night.

When Qin Cheng woke up again, he found himself lying in a pile of firewood and the smell of soil and vegetation could be smelled around him.

My head hurt a little and I struggled to sit up.

The place where he was at this time was a dilapidated thatched house, like a farmhouse that held firewood.

The skylight filtered in through the gaps around him. It was obviously dawn, but he didn't know how many days he had been unconscious.

On the low table on one side of the house, there were a few candles burning, which also provided some light.

Behind the candle, there is a statue as tall as one person.

It seems that this candle is

"The Talisman, the Talisman."

Qin Cheng opened his mouth to shout, but his voice was like a stone sinking into the ocean, and his consciousness was actually blocked.

With a subconscious touch on his waist, Qin Cheng's expression changed again. Even the storage bag was taken away at some point.

The consciousness is sealed and the storage bag is gone.

Even his cultivation seems to have been sealed a lot.

At this moment, Qin Cheng thought of the old man's words, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Accept a disciple? Accept your sister as a disciple!

Have you ever seen anyone accept disciples like this?

"Qin Cheng, you must die a happy death."

From the side, there was a sudden roar, and then a body sat up suddenly, as if waking up from a nightmare, breathing heavily.

"Where is this?"

Peng Shui woke up with a confused look on his face.

He thought he was dead, or at least imprisoned, but when he woke up in this unfamiliar environment, Peng Shui felt a little uncomfortable.

Their eyes met, and both of them saw the complexity on each other's faces.

"Why are you here too?" Peng Shui asked.

"Why are you here, why am I here."

"That spell before was not performed by you?" Peng Shui reacted instantly.

"Both of us were arrested," Qin Cheng said.

"Then why do you look so neat?"

Peng Shui felt a little unhappy again.

Both of them were caught, their shoulders were pierced, and their clothes were stained with blood. Now, with the help of their strong physical strength, although the wounds have long since healed, they still feel a little uncomfortable.

But Qincheng's side was spotless, looking like nothing was wrong.

"Stop talking, someone is coming." Seeing that Peng Shui wanted to speak, Qin Cheng suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Junior brother, you're awake."

After a few breaths, the door of the thatched house creaked open, and a man and a woman walked in.

Neither of them looked too old.

The man is slightly older and close to middle age, while the woman looks to be in her thirties, with a relatively ordinary appearance and temperament.

The cultivation base of the two of them is also at the level of transcending tribulation.

At this time, the woman was still holding a plate in her hand, which contained a bowl of hot white porridge.

"Junior brother, after you wake up and drink a few mouthfuls of porridge, you will feel better." The woman smiled.

"Fellow Taoist, we all have this kind of strength, so let's avoid it." Qin Cheng said speechlessly.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

Judging from their names, these two people should be in the same group as that weird old man.

But in this case, who dares to drink other people's food casually, and everyone has already gone away from grain, and there is no need to eat or drink.

This woman's behavior was somewhat difficult for Qin Cheng to understand.

"Haha, junior sister, I told you not to do these things, you have to prepare." The man on the side also laughed.

"Senior brother, I see that mortals always bring something with them when visiting those who are injured. I am imitating this." The woman said speechlessly.

"That's a mortal. If you want to build a good relationship, you should bring a few fairy grasses with you," the man said.

"Senior brother is right, what kind of fairy grass is better to bring?" the woman thought.

Peng Shui on the side was already confused, while Qin Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that both men and women were a bit strange.

The key question is what to bring?

The problem is that I don’t know you. If you bring something over suddenly, you won’t be able to eat anything.

Besides, my injury is not suspected to have been caused by your master, you are just looking at me.

However, judging from the attitude of these two people and the names they addressed him, it did not seem like they were malicious, and they really regarded themselves as their junior brothers.

"Two fellow Taoists, let's get straight to the point. What does the old man mean by arresting me, and what does he want me to do by bringing me here?"

Qin Cheng took a deep breath and interrupted this strange conversation.

"Oh, you mean Master."

Hearing this, the man smiled gently and said: "Actually, junior brother, there is no need to be so resentful. It is the rule of our lineage to find suitable disciples from outside and take them over to accept the inheritance. It is not directed at you."

"Then it is also the rule to seal my consciousness and steal my storage bag?" Qin Cheng frowned.
Chapter completed!