"Huh? Senior Brother Yuding, who is this young man next to you?"
"Yang Jian, a disciple of Zhenren Yuding from Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, has met Uncle Huanglong!"
"Oh my, Senior Brother Yuding is so lucky. Your disciple's divine light is restrained and his physical body is solid. He has mastered the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques in my teaching. He should have practiced it to the level of proficiency."
In Yuxu Palace, following the edict of Yuanshi Tianzun, the Twelve Golden Immortals and their disciples returned to the mountain one after another and gathered in Yuxu Palace.
Judging from the fluctuations in mana, the level of the disciples and the three generations of disciples seems to be somewhat uneven.
Only in front of Master Yuding, the graceful young man wearing a white Taoist robe, holding a long sword in his hand, and with three eyes on his forehead attracted the most attention.
There is a mist all over the body, the canopy of the sky is born from its own spirit, and the three eyes on the forehead are holes of Xuanzhen, blessing the messenger Erlang to control the world.
"Hahaha, Junior Brother Huanglong is well-rewarded, well-received. Compared with the other disciples, Yang Jian is just mediocre. I still need more corrections and lashings from you all."
What he said was nothing, but the pride on Master Yuding's face could not be concealed.
"Junior Brother Huanglong, who is this person next to you?"
When Master Yuding mentioned it, Master Huanglong straightened his back and proudly led out the young Kundao hidden behind him.
The little girl looks to be about eleven or twelve years old, with a slim figure, especially her big eyes, which are blinking brightly, making people look at her and want to feel sorry for her. Yang Jian looked at it and couldn't help but think of his sister Yang Chan, who had been separated in the human world for many years.
But such a cute little Kundao kept covering his cheeks with his hands, as if he was ashamed to see others.
Out of curiosity, Master Yuding caught a glimpse of the red plateau red wrinkles on Xiao Kundao's face, and couldn't help covering his head with a bitter smile.
"Junior brother Huang Long, can you hold up the strong energy to protect your body when you are flying at high altitude? You want such a delicate girl to be blown all the way?"
Master Huang Long's face turned red, and he didn't have any magic weapon for body protection. If he really relied on his magic power to support his body protection aura and walked west from Erxian Mountain to Yuxu Palace, then he wouldn't have to stop and take a few breaths on the way? If you encounter any danger or something, you will have to lose face in front of your apprentice.
"No, Master Yuding, it was Yu'er who asked Master not to use Gang Qi. Yu'er should seize every opportunity to become stronger. The second brother often said that all suffering is for better growth. Whatever doesn’t kill us will only make us stronger.”
Master Huanglong held his forehead and couldn't laugh or cry. His apprentice was clever and smart, and he could learn various spells and magic faster than he did before. But it was this "strong man's sayings" that he didn't know how to describe that gave him a headache.
It's a pity that Master Huang Long kept a low profile all his life, and finally accepted a disciple. He always likes to make surprising remarks, and always has a strong sense of "involution".
Master Yuding and Master Huanglong, who were both experienced, didn't think there was any problem, but Yang Jian, who had his hands behind his back and was admiring the scenery, his eyes lit up, and he immediately turned around to look at the delicate little junior sister behind him, and responded loudly. .
"Everything that can't kill us will make us stronger. It puts senior brother to shame that Junior Sister has such great ambitions. Junior Sister, please accept Yang Jian's respect."
Meng Yu's face, which was originally a little red, turned even redder now. She was rubbing the corners of her clothes with her hands. She didn't know what to say. When she looked up, she saw Yang Jian's handsome face. Meng Yu covered her face again and ran quickly. After returning to Master Huang Long, only a timid whisper from his daughter was left behind, making Yang Jian nod his head repeatedly to show that he remembered her name.
"Poverty Taoist Meng Yu, the chief disciple of Huanglong Zhenren in Magu Cave, Erxian Mountain."
Well, she is the only one who calls herself the chief disciple, and there is nothing wrong with her.
After the exchange between the two juniors, Yuxu Palace fell into silence again. It was not until Yun Zhongzi arrived that it became lively again.
Yuxu Palace, the Fortune Golden Immortal who has been missing for many years, and whose dragon has never seen its head and tail, was a little strange when he first entered the door. How could the Yuxu Palace, which had always been deserted and deserted, become so lively today? When he continued to look inside, he discovered that Ran The lampman and the Antarctic Immortal were looking at him with resentment.
"Hahaha, senior fellow apprentices, junior fellow apprentices, and fellow apprentice nephews, what's the big deal today? Why are you gathering at Yuxu Palace?"
"Yun Zhongzi, Yun Zhongzi, you actually know how to come back. Why do I always predict your location? You are either entangled with Taoist Duobao in Biyou Palace, or you are inseparable from Zhao Gongming in Mount Emei?"
Good guy, I asked him to go to Jizhou to rescue Su Daji, but Yun Zhongzi didn't come back for three years after leaving. The thing was not done, but he couldn't be found.
It's not that he can't find anyone, but that most of the disciples of Chanjiao don't dare to go to the place he went to.
The three sects are one family, with the exception of the second sect of Chanjie. There are more or less grievances and frictions.
"Oh, Immortal Old Man, I don't want to take credit for this. Three years, Yun Zhongzi has been trapped in Jiejiao for three years. Why didn't you come to save me? Do you know how I lived these three years?"
Everyone was moved, could it be...
"Pindao first fought with Taoist Duobao for 300 rounds. He was seriously injured countless times and fell into coma. He got up and fought again countless times before he managed to draw a tie with Duobao. Unexpectedly, on his way back to the mountain, he encountered a great disciple of the outer sect of Jiejiao. Zhao Gongming invited him to fight for another 300 rounds, and until today, Pindao escaped and returned to Yuxu Palace."
"Since the two senior brothers have already reached the position of poor Taoist, why don't they come to my aid when they see that I haven't come back for a long time?"
"Ah! This..."
Taoist Ran Deng and the Antarctic Immortal looked at each other speechlessly, looking a little ashamed. Could it be that they really misunderstood Yun Zhongzi?
Just when the two of them didn't know how to face Yun Zhongzi, golden clouds bloomed in front of the palace hall, and colorful clouds poured out. Everyone fell down one after another and shouted in unison: "Welcome Yuanshi Tianzun!"
Tianzun took his place and glanced at Yun Zhongzi meaningfully. The tip of his nose seemed to smell a strong smell of alcohol. Good guy, how much did this kid drink? There was almost a mellow smell of alcohol in his body.
Tianzun pointed at him with his finger angrily, but he didn't point it out directly. He just glanced at the three generations of Chan Sect disciples in the audience, frowning a little.
"My teacher reminded me a hundred years ago that I asked you to find suitable disciples. Except for Wei Hu and Xue Han who are working in Meng Ji, you spend all day cultivating in the cave, but you feel that your disciples are not important and you are ready to do everything yourself? "
Everyone looked at each other, especially the ones who were afraid of leaving a grandson. Although the disciples who were destined by others have never been able to take under his command, they still had the thought that his life was the most miserable, and he was the first one to train disciples, and the first disciple to die in battle. It was him, Tu Xingsun, who had worked hard to educate him for ten years, was sacrificed by Emperor Xin before he could show his prominence in the Conferred Gods War, and he didn't even have a chance to be on the list.
Including Guangchengzi, Chi Jingjing, Yin Jiao and Yin Honggui are princes. After the last encounter with Chao Ge and Meng Chang, now they have directly rejected the opportunity to recruit disciples and become teachers. If they want to mention this matter again, the chance is slim. Yin The national destiny of Shang Dynasty was getting stronger and stronger, and they were all worried about Zhou State. They didn't know whether Xibohou could resist the great national power and military power of Meng Ji and Yin Shang Dynasty.
The fourteen third-generation disciples who were supposed to be in place were fully prepared, including Wei Hu, Yang Jian, Nezha, Jin Zha, Muzha, Yin Hong, Yin Jiao, Han Dulong, Xue Ehu, Li Jing, Tu Xingsun, Yang Ren, and Wu Ji. , dragon bearded tiger.
Lei Zhenzi didn't even see his cells, Yin Jiao and Yin Hong couldn't be extradited, Tu Xingsun's soul was gone, Yang Ren hadn't had his eyes gouged out, Wu Ji and Long Xuhu missed Jiang Ziya, and half of the three generations of disciples were lost. How can Yuanshi Tianzun not be angry?
Well, Meng Yu did make up for the pitfalls of Master Huang Long, but his value in their eyes was of no use at all. He was almost on the same level as Han Dulong and Xue Ehu.
I don't know if Meng Yu hid it too well or if everyone didn't subconsciously rely on Meng Chang. Anyway, there were too few disciples with good skills and background, and Tianzun was very angry.
The number of people was small to begin with, but this group of disciples still failed to live up to expectations. They heard that Jie Jiao had lifted the order to close the mountain. They went down the mountain to find all kinds of virtuous kings and masters they thought, and began to seize the opportunity in advance to seize the opportunity under the princes.
They were originally the main fighting faction. If they were still huddled in Yuxu Palace behind closed doors at this time, they would probably be beaten to pieces by the Jiejiao in the end.
"Oh, that's all. Now that the war is about to begin, I, the disciples of Yuxu Palace, need to go down the mountain to seize the opportunity and draw up a charter. Who is willing to go down the mountain to help in the war?"
No one answered. Master Yuding glanced at Yang Jian, with a struggling expression on his face. Seeing that Yang Jian was about to confidently stand out, Master Yuding grabbed his arm and shook his head gently.
During the silence, the atmosphere gradually began to become solemn. The disciples he accepted may have had some different emotions when they first started teaching, but after a long time, they always have some feelings. If conditions permit, no one is willing to endure all the hardships. The older disciples were pushed into the fire pit.
At this moment, Master Huang Long was not paying attention, and Xiao Mengyu actually walked to the front, confidently patted her chest and said loudly.
"Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road? When I see Yuanshi Dao, it becomes empty. Disciple Meng Yu is willing to fight for Tianzun."
"hiss!!"
Master Huang Long has taken on a good disciple. He is a bit reckless. He pretends to be 13 and says it in such a confident and matter-of-fact tone. Even if you don't see the Emperor, you can't help but raise your eyebrows. Doesn't his face feel much relieved?
Perhaps seeing that he was still young and had little magical power, Yuanshi Tianzun did not respond, but continued to scan the other disciples.
"On the journey of immortality, one has to advance bravely in the rapids, and is not afraid of hardships and hardships. If we are unwilling to face small setbacks, how can we follow the laws of heaven and explain the way of heaven? Tianzun, Magu Cave, Erxian Mountain, Huanglong Zhenren Seat Disciple Meng Yu, please apply to fight."
Master Huang Long was already numb.
He is usually a little late-minded, but it does not mean that he is stupid. After Junior Brother Ziya and Junior Brother Shen snatched the list of gods a few years ago, he gradually came back to his senses. At this time, he saw his little Kundao like this Brave, sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead in a hurry, he stepped forward to grab Meng Yu and stuffed him behind him.
"My little aunt, please calm down. This is Yuxu Palace. You, a little Taoist boy who has just entered the palace, don't go up there."
"Master, brothers, it's ridiculous. My disciple had his head knocked down when he was a child. Don't mind it. You can talk, haha, you can talk!"
Master Huanglong doesn't care whether his disciples prevent disasters. Whether he is a person or a person, or he accepts disciples, the most important thing is his relationship. Meng Yu is his close disciple. He has no Taoist companions or disciples in his life. Huanglong is used to being a loner. The real person feels more like he is raising a daughter than teaching his disciples.
It's just that this little disciple didn't listen to the advice. Even if he was forcibly suppressed by Master Huanglong, his little mouth full of the second-level aura was still shouting.
"Master, monks like us, why are we afraid of a battle?"
(End of chapter)
