Fang Zhe once withstood Jiang Su's killing, and he could control the sword without even using the seal.
He stared blankly at Su Su who was pressed against his abdomen, raised his hand to take it, and then raised his eyes to stare blankly at Jiang Su. He didn't know what was hidden in his deep pupils.
Jiang Su had long been accustomed to this man looking at him dryly. Feeling in his heart at this time, he took a few steps forward.
Fang Zhe turned around in time and squatted down with his back to the girl in cooperation, but apparently he had forgotten that he was carrying the deaf little kid Yaizhen behind him.
Jiang Su chuckled lightly and said mockingly, "You really don't have anything in your head, right? You're carrying something on your back, so just take me with you."
Fang Zhe said nothing and slightly chinned his head. He stood up and grabbed Jiang Su's back collar, picking her up like a chicken and putting it under his arm.
"..."
Aren't you carrying it? Why did you change it to this position again? ! !
Am I his bag? ? ?
Jiang Su curled his lips and almost gritted his teeth as he said, "The second mountain peak from the right!"
Hip bone! ! !
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"Yi Yi, how are you preparing for this sect competition?"
A gray-haired elder wearing a white Taoist robe was sitting in a bamboo pavilion, with hot tea and several plates of preserved fruits on the table.
"Back to the leader, Yiyi has never slacked off. Today is the moment when the golden elixir has been successfully broken through. He strives to be promoted before the sect competition, and he will definitely not fall short of the leader's expectations."
Dong Yiyi stood by the table, bowed his hands and replied humbly.
Meng Ling poured hot tea into the empty cup on the opposite side of the stone pot and pushed it back to its original position.
"Yiyi, you don't have to be so restrained. We just have an apprenticeship banquet between you and me. Nuo, give me this cup of tea and kowtow three times and that's it."
The gray-haired Taoist has a kind face, and every wrinkle on his skin is precisely where it should be, especially at the corners of his eyes and cheeks, with the wrinkles curving upward.
Dong Yiyi still insisted on bowing, cupping his hands and raising his head.
Seeing her stubborn look, Meng Lingshi took the trouble to explain: "Hey, didn't I say it many times?"
"We will hold the Apprenticeship Banquet after the last sect competition, so that we can earn the most worshippers! There are many people who want to see our Shifang Sect's sect competition, so we can reserve a guest seat when the time comes. While there are many people, we will collect the spiritual stones from Dabi, and then we will collect the spiritual stones from the apprenticeship banquet between you and me."
"You can make a lot of money from a famous master in the world of cultivation! Why can't you figure it out?"
Meng Lingshi looked like he couldn't bear the young apprentice's failure. He shook his head and took a piece of preserved fruit from the three neat small dishes on the table and put it into his mouth.
Dong Yiyi remained silent, still unable to salute.
"Hey, I really accept your stubborn temper. No wonder you declined many elders who wanted to accept you as their apprentice. You must be good at dealing with people, otherwise even Jianfeng would not be easy to get along with. "
He sighed again and advised earnestly:
"Why don't you earn more spirit stones? Look at how Shifang Sect doesn't use money. Recently, you have been busy with a lot of things in Jianfeng on behalf of your Uncle Liu. You should also know the source and source of our sect's spirit stones. Liu, it’s very complicated, one more spiritual stone is just another spiritual stone, it’s just because of your hard work that you have shown your face more in front of two generations of monks.”
After Meng Lingshi said this, he stuffed several pieces of preserved fruit into his mouth and chewed something in his mouth before he could stop talking for a moment.
The head of Shifang Sect really talks a lot.
Dong Yiyi spoke at the right time: "Yiyi thinks that the master is the master in my heart, so I hope to perform a complete apprenticeship ceremony at the apprenticeship banquet instead of hastily in this bamboo pavilion."
If she listens to Meng Lingshi and becomes a disciple first, she will first understand the skills and determination of the leader's lineage, her cultivation will be greatly improved, and she will be able to shine in the sect competition.
But listening to his words will attract the monks from the four regions to stare at her. Dong Yiyi is alone. The wood is as beautiful as the forest but the wind will destroy it. Her way cannot be publicized.
But the leader insisted on becoming a disciple first to win face, attract people from the four regions, and earn a lot of spiritual stones.
The leader’s lineage really cares about the sect’s spiritual stone reserves!
After Meng Lingshi swallowed a few pieces of preserved fruit in his mouth, he took the hot tea that had been left to cool down and drank it completely.
His brows were furrowed and he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't understand why Dong Yiyi, a good young man who managed the sect without losing his cultivation level, was not greedy for spiritual stones and didn't like to show off?
Don’t all sword cultivators lack spiritual stones? If you don't show off your cultivation to other sects, how can you deter them?
He couldn't remain silent, thinking over and over again about how Xiaozhi could use reason to move her emotionally, and then he spoke again: "Yiyi, in that case, I'll ask you some questions."
"Do you understand the purpose of our Shifang Sect's spiritual stones?"
Dong Yiyi did know a lot about the sect because Liu Yunqing was unconscious in recent days, and he helped Liu Wenqiu take care of Jianfeng, so he understood this.
The woman in white then straightened up, made eye contact with the amiable elder, and answered respectfully: "Renovation of the seven peaks, fifteen halls, three pavilions and one hall of the sect, relief to disaster-stricken areas in the southern region, daily training supplies for disciples, distribution to elders The monthly salary of the Peak Master and some of his disciples..."
Dong Yiyi's words are clear and coherent, his voice is sonorous and powerful, soft yet strong, yin contains yang, he is a standard swordsman's temperament.
Meng Lingshi asked again: "Is your monthly salary enough?"
The next moment, the muscle memory of Dong Yiyi's mouth as a sword cultivator was excited, and he couldn't help but tell the truth: "Not enough."
"..."
It was quiet in the bamboo pavilion.
Meng Lingshi gave this silent and autistic little apprentice a new level. He patted the table and decided: "It's better than this. You wear a mask to participate in the sect competition and apprenticeship banquet, so that even if you become famous, they won't recognize you. , I don’t know which one is Dong Yiyi.”
This is equivalent to the fact that Dong Yiyi is famous, what does it have to do with her little sword cultivator in white?
Dong Yiyi was now willing to be defeated, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Dong Yiyi hopes to become the master's disciple, become the master's disciple, and assume the responsibility of the master's line. From now on, he will support the master. I respect you, senior brother, if you rebel against your sect, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"
As the girl in white said the last word "exterminate", a strong wind blew out the ever-lasting fire in the corner of the courtyard.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! I, Meng Lingshi, will have three apprentices from now on, hahahaha."
"thump--"
Dong Yiyi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Meng Lingshi. The dust on the ground clung to her temples, and there was a faint hint of gravel on her forehead.
She stood up again, picked up the pot and poured a cup of hot tea. Holding the cup in her hand, she silently recited the Ice Art.
Hot tea turns into coolness.
The woman in white took a step forward and knelt down again to serve tea to the gray-haired elder.
Meng Lingshi smiled and steadily took the cup of tea that he had been waiting for all afternoon, and drank it in one gulp without even tasting the taste of the tea leaves.
He put a ray of his consciousness on the leader's hand card and handed it to Dong Yiyi along with a white storage bag.
Dong Yiyi looked calm and calm inside, and took the gift from the master with both hands.
"What will you be called by your name from now on?"
"Back to master, my disciple is Yun Ziyi, Dong Yunyi."
(End of chapter)
