Shen Qianhe was sullen, and a murderous atmosphere suddenly filled the hall.
Ling Xiao was secretly awe-struck and said in a deep voice: "Weichen was born in Beiming, overseas. He studied under Patriarch Qingfeng. He is the 14th generation lay disciple of Qingfeng Temple, and his dharma name is Minggu."
Most people who cultivate immortality are devoid of love and desire and are not bound by secular ethics. Only the grace of nurturing and teaching cannot be let go of them no matter what.
The inheritance of the master is the initial belief of the monks and affects their lifelong practice. Therefore, the master-student relationship is equivalent to the blood connection in a sense.
The teacher's teachings will be remembered throughout his life. Qingfeng Guan is Ling Xiao's first and strongest belief in his spiritual practice.
Without the permission of his master, he was determined not to change his sect easily.
Shen Qianhe looked at Ling Xiao who was kneeling on the ground, with a hint of appreciation in his dim eyes.
She originally thought that Ling Xiao was just looking for an excuse to excuse herself, but she didn't expect that this boy actually had a sect inheritance. She never forgets her true feelings when seeing great benefits. Her observations during this period of time were indeed correct in seeing this boy.
"Don't worry, I will not look down on anyone who abandons his master and betrays his sect. There is only one sect, but the master may not be the same. You don't have to join my Shen family, you can just be my close disciple."
Ling Xiao raised his head and looked at the other party in astonishment.
It is extremely rare to become a disciple without getting started.
This means that once the master dies in the future, Ling Xiao will no longer have anything to do with the Longxing Dynasty and the Shen family, and he can leave as he pleases.
As if seeing his surprise, Shen Qianhe said calmly: "I am like this, firstly, because I appreciate your ability; secondly, your aura has the same origin as the sword that I carry with my ancestor. Although I don't know the reason, I care about it. Taizu's spirit in heaven must help you practice; as for the third one, you have provoked the Red Sect and the Dragon Clan due to the affairs of this dynasty, so of course I will do my best to protect you."
Her tone was indifferent, but also sincere.
Ling Xiao was in a daze for a moment, and then remembered what the old woman had said.
"His Night Watchmen are afraid of the name of Ancestor Ning Shuang, but we, the Dragon Star Dynasty, are not afraid. Those who his Night Watchmen dare not recruit, but we, the Dragon Star Dynasty, dare to recruit."
Recalling the old woman's heroic words and her recent care and advice, he couldn't help but feel grateful. He had not experienced this feeling of care from his elders in countless years.
After staring at Shen Qianhe until she frowned impatiently, Ling Xiao woke up as if from a dream, took a deep breath, knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully.
"Disciple Ling Xiao, meet the master!"
Shen Qianhe laughed, and some color seemed to return to her pale old face. Then she coughed twice and said, "Good disciple, get up! I originally wanted to test you again, but you behaved so well that day. Very good, Huangfu Xun seems to have some evil intentions again, so I have no choice but to take action first."
Ling Xiao raised his head and said with a smile: "This disciple will never join the Night Watch."
Shen Qianhe chuckled and said leisurely: "That's not necessarily the case. Everything has a price... Let's not talk about it anymore. Since you want to be my disciple, you must have a discipleship ceremony. Take these!"
Shen Qianhe's fingertips brought out two light balls of fluorescent light.
The light faded away, revealing a palm-sized sword and a jade slip.
"My master entered Taoism with a sword. As a disciple, you can't do it without a sword. There is also a set of good swordsmanship skills that I got by chance in my early years, and I also gave them to you."
"Thank you Master!"
Ling Xiao quickly thanked him.
Shen Qianhe asked curiously: "You seem quite satisfied?"
Ling Xiao was not a swordsman, so these two things were useless to him. However, there was no trace of disappointment on Ling Xiao's face, but he was quite happy.
Ling Xiao smiled and asked: "Master, can I give the sword and the technique to her as a gift? Also, can the demon clan practice this technique?"
Shen Qianhe couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
I'm sorry, boy, I just want to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha!
"The skills are not secretly inherited from my Shen family. Give them to whomever you want. Since you are a demon clan, then practice this!" Shen Qianhe changed a skill to Ling Xiao, paused, and continued He said, "The gift that my teacher really wants to give you is another gift."
She stretched out her hand in her sleeve, grabbed it somewhere in the void, took out another jade slip, and sent it to Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat.
The place where the jade slip came from must be Shen Qianhe's Paradise Paradise. I wonder how big her Paradise Paradise is?
After taking the jade slip, Ling Xiao subconsciously penetrated it with his consciousness. After seeing the contents clearly, he showed a slight surprise.
Shen Qianhe said calmly: "Have you ever heard of the Ascetic Monk Conference?"
Ling Xiao suppressed the surprise in his heart, shook his head, and said: "Master, please clear up the confusion!"
Shen Qianhe nodded and recounted the information about the Ascetic Monk Conference.
The history of the Ascetic Monk Conference has long been unknown. According to legend, this event only started in the era when geniuses emerged in large numbers, giving these geniuses the supreme opportunity to make further progress.
The certificate of participation in this meeting is the jade slip of invitation in your hand.
"Put a drop of blood in and take a look."
Ling Xiao did as he was told, cut his fingertip and dripped blood on the jade slip.
The blood blends in quietly.
The jade slip flashed and disappeared from Ling Xiao's hand. He felt a mysterious aura rising rapidly along his arm, finally stopping at the center of his eyebrows.
However, when he touched it with his thoughts, this mysterious aura showed no reaction at all.
Shen Qianhe smiled and said: "When the conference begins, the owner of the invitation letter will be sent directly to the secret space. You just need to wait quietly for the conference to start. However, it should be noted that it does not mean that you will get the invitation letter if you have it. That incredible opportunity requires you to go through a series of tests, but it all depends on your ability."
She took out another jade slip and threw it.
"Here is some information about the ascetic conference. Study it yourself! You will feel it when the conference is about to start. Before that, prepare well and leave as a master."
After saying that, Shen Qianhe stood up.
Ling Xiao didn't even have time to ask how the fight for the secret realm was going, she had already left gracefully.
It wasn't until her figure disappeared outside the hall door that Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, came back to his senses, looked at the mini sword and the jade slip of the martial art in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.
…
The figure in Dongtian Paradise flashed, and Ling Xiao had arrived in front of the warehouse and started rummaging.
Xiaogua's anxious voice came from outside the door: "Hey, what are you looking for? Don't mess up my rice!"
A long while.
Ling Xiao found another jade slip from the pile in the corner. The content in this jade slip was also an invitation letter to the ascetic conference!
Touching the jade slip, Ling Xiao looked a little dazed.
This other invitation letter was found by him from the relics of Xu Fu, the ancestor of the Golden Pill of Izumo Country. At first, he didn't know what it was used for, so he always threw it aside.
I never thought that I would know the purpose of this thing in the distant Yunhuang Continent.
"Could it be that there are people on Beiming Island participating in the ascetic meeting?"
Ling Xiao muttered.
Back then, he was just a small role on Beiming Island and had no access to this kind of information, so he could only rely on guesswork.
After a while, Ling Xiao retracted his unnecessary thoughts and looked at the other invitation letter in his hand, showing slight hesitation.
