"Wow, it's so green." A girl behind Elder Luo couldn't help but murmured as she looked at the bright green light.
"Little friend!" Elder Luo walked quickly to Jiu Hui: "I am an elder of the Wanhuo Sect. I wonder if my little friend would like to become a disciple of the Wanhuo Sect?"
Under the dazzling green light, he discovered that the Wanhuo Sect was also very close to this little girl.
In a daze, he felt that Elder Mo's eyes seemed to be full of coldness when he looked at him. When the green light dissipated, Elder Mo, who was sitting at the table, still looked cheerful.
Let's just say that Wang Shuge didn't even have a capable person. He had the audacity to go to various major sects every now and then to fight against the autumn wind. How could he have the guts to show off to him? He must have been dazzled by the green light just now.
"Elder, please forgive me for not joining the Wanhuo Sect." Without waiting for Elder Luo to persuade him again, Jiu Hui bowed and apologized to Elder Luo.
Tomorrow she would write a letter back to the village and tell them the story of "A girl from a mountain village, the elders of two sects competed for her when she came out of the mountain", a story that brought glory to the whole village.
As expected of her, the hope of the whole village.
"My little friend, I don't know. We have many famous teachers in the Wanhuo Sect, the elders of the sect are highly cultivated, and the elixir magic weapon..."
"The old man in the village once told me a divination when I was young, saying that I was destined to be afraid of fire and should not approach people and things related to fire." Jiu Hui explained seriously: "He is very accurate in divination, and everyone in our village believes in him."
When going out, those younger people who do not listen to the advice of their elders suffer a lot.
Therefore, her greatest advantage is that she listens to advice and does not endure hardship.
Elder Luo opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again, and finally closed it tremblingly.
He glanced at the cheerful Elder Mo, and then at the sincere face Jiu Hui. He was speechless for a while, and finally turned and left.
No matter how good the qualifications are, the Wanhuo Sect will not accept a disciple who is weak in brains.
"How else can we say that you and I are destined." As soon as Elder Luo turned around, Elder Mo couldn't wait to speak: "Our Wangshu Pavilion is in a place surrounded by mountains and rivers, with many flowers, trees, and water. If this is not a destiny destined by God, what is it?! "
Jiu Hui nodded, her eyes shining: "Uncle Bu also said that I am suitable for a place with mountains, water and trees."
Elder Luo, who had already walked a few steps away, sneered coldly. Of course Wangshu Pavilion has mountains, water and trees, because they have nothing else but these.
A foolish child from the mountains who has no knowledge, after she has wasted half her life to visit Wangshu Pavilion, and then thinks about her rejection of his invitation today, I wonder how regretful she will be?
"I would like to pay homage to Wangshu Pavilion, please accept the elder's permission." Jiu Hui didn't care what Elder Luo thought, she took a step back and solemnly saluted Elder Mo.
"Get up, get up." Elder Mo smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his face. He didn't wait for Jiu Hui to finish her salute, and stretched out his hand to support her: "With such a talent like you, it's already boring to see other people. I I will take you back to the sect."
If he doesn't leave, if someone else discovers the little girl's talent, won't he want to snatch it from him?
Only when she is brought back to the sect and undergoes the ceremony of entering the sect can the matter be settled.
"Aren't there any other assessments?" Jiu Hui looked at Elder Mo doubtfully. Before leaving the mountain, in order to successfully become a master, the whole village made countless preparations with her, but she didn't expect that these preparations were all in vain.
"Didn't you pass the assessment just now?" Elder Mo pointed at the jade in his hand: "When I accept a disciple at Wangshu Pavilion, what I pay attention to is fate."
Elder Luo, who was passing by again, heard this and couldn't help but sneered and walked away.
But pull it off, do you care about fate? You can't recruit disciples with good qualifications. It's rare for someone with decent qualifications to be taken away by others!
"Elder Mo, what does this elder mean?" Jiu Hui looked at the back of Elder Luo as he left proudly. This elder had quite a temper. No wonder the sect's name contained the word "fire".
"Ignore him." Elder Mo lowered his voice and whispered: "He is jealous that our Wangshu Pavilion has received a disciple with such good qualifications as you."
"Alas." Speaking of this, Elder Mo shook his head regretfully: "We cultivators pay attention to being calm and at ease with the law. Jealousy is the easiest way to change your mind. Don't worry, we people in Wangshu Pavilion don't have this problem. You guys Senior sisters and brothers all have very good temperaments.”
A new disciple of Wanhuo Sect who passed by accidentally: "..."
Why do these words sound strange? Have their Ten Thousand Fire Sect been stepped on?
Could this be the legendary and dangerous sect battle?
"You are willing to become a disciple, and our sect intends to accept a disciple. It is better to choose a different day, and I will take you back to the sect." As he spoke, Elder Mo had already waved his sleeves and collected everything on the stall, and even asked Wan Wan next door. The firebender's borrowed chair was not spared either.
Jiu Hui stood up and handed the stool she had just sat on to Elder Mo: "Elder, don't forget there is another stool."
Elder Mo remembered. This single stool was borrowed from Qiushui Men next door. He smiled and put the stool into his sleeves using a trick in his sleeves.
Being diligent and frugal, and not missing out on the sect's standards, this new disciple is a good fit for Wangshu Pavilion at first glance.
"Elder, how do we get back to the sect?" Jiu Hui looked at the sky, and some of the sects had already begun to leave. Various flying magic weapons, such as the Jade Flying Boat, the Golden Flying Tower, and the Pegasus Divine Ox, shuttle through the clouds, which is fascinating.
"Master, Master!" A man and a woman in the crowd waved and ran towards Elder Mo at a very fast speed: "Master, the flying boat from the Star Gate is about to leave. If we don't go there, we won't be able to catch up."
The two of them ran to Elder Mo and noticed Jiu Hui's presence. They stopped and looked at her blankly. After a long while, they cautiously said: "Master, is this our... junior sister?"
Elder Mo stroked his beard and smiled: "This is the little friend who is very close to me in Wangshu Pavilion. Little friend, these are my two useless disciples, named Changhe and Luoyan."
"Hello, junior sister." The two of them smiled warmly at Jiu Hui.
"Hello, Senior Brother Changhe, Senior Sister Luoyan." Jiu Hui bowed her hands in salute. Although she had not officially joined the sect, the people of the sect already welcomed her.
Perhaps, this is the personal charm that the whole village hopes for.
After greeting each other, Jiu Hui noticed that there was a double-nine boy behind them. The boy's hair was neatly tied with a wooden hairpin, and he was wearing a thin blue robe. Although the robe was made of ordinary fabric, it was neat and clean. Not a single wrinkle.
He stood quietly behind the two of them, his head lowered slightly, revealing his smooth and white forehead. Jiu Hui could not see his face clearly.
"If you have anything to say, we can wait until we board the flying boat." Elder Mo threw out the gourd on his waist. The gourd spun around in the air and turned into a huge gourd boat. He carried several juniors onto the gourd boat: "Everyone Sit tight!"
Jiu Hui didn't even have time to say "ouch" before the gourd flew out. In a few moments, they had left Sendai and stopped in front of a huge flying boat.
She followed Elder Mo and others and jumped off the gourd. After looking up at the flying boat, a young man in a green robe came towards them.
"I've met Senior Mo." Qing Heng walked up to Elder Mo and bent down to salute.
"It's Qing Heng." Elder Mo reached out and patted Qing Heng's shoulder: "Are you planning to return to the sect?"
He looked at the flying boat and saw that there were dozens more people on the return trip than when he came. It seemed that the Star Gate had gained a lot.
"Exactly." Qing Heng glanced at the young disciples behind Elder Mo, and after hearing the song, he knew the elegant meaning: "Senior Mo, if you don't mind, please go together with me, so that we can take care of each other along the way."
"Since you are kindly inviting me, I won't be polite." Elder Mo stroked his beard and laughed: "When you first joined the Star Gate, I felt that you had a bright future, and now it seems that is indeed the case."
"Thank you for the compliment, senior. I don't deserve it, junior." Qing Heng bent down and made an invitation gesture.
"How can young people belittle themselves?" Elder Mo stepped onto the deck with a smile, and Chang He and Luo Yan also flew onto the ship.
Jiu Hui took two steps and saw that the young man with them was still standing there blankly, and whispered: "Follow me quickly."
She had never been on such a big flying boat before, and it was free of charge. How could she miss such a good opportunity?
The young man hesitated for a moment, but still followed Jiu Hui awkwardly, stepping on the ladder set up by Wenxing Sect for new disciples, and walked up with his head lowered.
"This new junior brother is a bit thin-skinned." Chang He held the sword and whispered in Luo Yan's ear: "This needs more practice."
"Young people, you always want to save face..." Before Luo Yan could finish his words, he saw the new junior sister walking on the ladder and greeting the people from the Star Gate with a bright smile, as if they had known each other for many years. .
"Also...there are also young people who are not so good at face." Luo Yan touched his nose.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist Qing Heng." Stepping onto the deck, Jiu Hui held up her hands and smiled brightly at Qing Heng.
"No, you're welcome." Qing Heng returned the salute with red ears: "You and I are adjacent to each other, so we should take care of each other."
"Although the new junior sister has not become a disciple, she already has the style of our sect." Luo Yan sighed: "We are so successful that we have helped the sect recruit such a good disciple."
"Master, what is the name of the new junior sister?" Chang He asked Elder Mo.
Elder Mo: "..."
He seemed to have forgotten to ask the little friend's name.
"Senior sister, my name is Jiu Hui." Jiu Hui leaned her head over, still smiling: "But I have no father or mother, and I grew up eating the food of the whole village, so I don't have a surname."
"Ah..." Luo Yan was stunned for a moment, then stammered: "This name, it sounds really nice."
Looking at the smile of the new junior sister, and thinking that she had no father or mother since she was a child, Luo Yan's conscience began to hurt after she ran away from home for many years.
She was so damned good.
Jiu Hui's smile became even brighter: "Thank you, senior sister." She turned to look at the young man in blue robe: "Don't you know the name of this fellow sect?"
"My name is Zhiyou." The young man raised his head, and Jiuhui saw his appearance clearly, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a jade-like appearance, and his eyes were as clear as if he had just left home.
"Stop oil?" Jiu Hui smiled dryly: "It's a good name."
Whether it sounds good or not is another matter, at least it has something new.
"Zhi means a person who is lucky and lucky. You means a strategy." Changhe shook his head and explained: "Younger Junior Brother, this is a good name."
It's a pity that the elders in the family passed away early and his qualifications were very poor. Even with the suicide notes of the elders in the family, no other sect took him in. In the end, only Wangshu Pavilion was willing to take him in.
During the conversation, Wen Xingmen's flying boat had slowly taken off. Jiu Hui spotted Yu Luan's figure on the deck. Seeing that other people in Wen Xingmen were talking to her, she did not go over to disturb her.
The airship rose higher and higher, and when it was about to submerge into the clouds, a hurricane suddenly blew from nowhere and rolled the huge airship into two pieces. As soon as Jiu Hui grabbed something, it was blown away.
When she fell to the ground, Jiu Hui and the person she grabbed by the sleeve rolled around on the ground a few times and plunged into the ditch.
"My new clothes!" Jiu Hui wiped the mud from her face, looked down at the muddy dress, and gasped in distress.
Her clothes! Her new clothes!
Aunt Jiao rushed to make new clothes overnight so that she could go out beautifully!
She looked around angrily. Lying on the ground were several ordinary people wailing in pain. One of them was the young man who had shown her the way before.
Blood was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his originally clean clothes were covered in dust.
Jiu Hui quickly ran to the young man's side: "How are you?"
The young man opened his eyes with difficulty. The girl in front of him was covered in dirt, making it difficult to see her appearance, but he still recognized who she was at a glance.
"Girl, girl..." Just two words made him spit out a large mouthful of blood. He looked dimly towards the distant house, where his home was.
He knew that he would not survive. How could an ordinary person with a lifespan of only a few decades bear such a heavy blow? Unfortunately, before going out, his mother specifically told him that she would stew a goose for him so that he could go home early.
Now that he can't go back, his mother must be so sad.
Jiu Hui poured a pill out of the storage ring and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. After stuffing it, she realized that her hands were covered with mud. She secretly glanced at the mud stuck to the corners of the boy's mouth and put her hands behind her back guiltily.
"I……"
A black shadow flashed past, and Jiu Hui felt as if he had ascended to the sky. No, he was strangled by the neck and ascended to heaven.
The person holding her was wearing a black robe with blood-red lines embroidered on the tail. At first glance, he did not look like someone from a well-known family.
"Yin Ji, I told you before, if you dare to hurt her, I will slaughter all the people in the world." The black robe stepped on the flying sword and stood in the air, looking at a flying boat parked in the clouds with cold eyes. : "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll strangle her to death."
Jiu Hui: "Ah?!"
No, do you have any brain disease?
What do your grudges and grudges have to do with me? !
"one."
There was no movement in the flying boat.
"two."
There was still no movement in the flying boat. The immortal cultivators around him had already taken out their magic weapons and surrounded him in black robes, but because he was holding a little girl covered in mud in his hand, no one dared to make a move.
Seeing their dignified expressions, Jiu Hui guessed that the black robes might be very difficult to deal with.
"Look, Master Yinji, who keeps protecting the world, doesn't want to show up for a lowly ordinary person like you." The black robe lowered his head and saw that the person he was choking by the neck was covered in dirt and was trembling with incompetence. The look really disgusted him, so he threw her hard to the end of the sword, with his fingertips slightly tapping, a golden light turned into a thin rope and wrapped around Jiu Hui's neck.
The string tightened tighter and tighter. Seeing that the man in black robe didn't dare to struggle even though he was shaking with fear, he didn't want to take another look. Instead, he turned his eyes to Fei Zhou: "Three..."
"Devil, stop it!" Five men and women holding swords flew out of the boat: "Why do you want to involve his innocent people in your grudge with Master Yinji?!"
"Since you don't want to involve others, why does Yinji hide his head and dare not come out?"
Among the five men and women holding swords, the leader was a woman in red. She looked at the black robe: "Do you think there is such a possibility that Master Yinji is not here at all?!"
The wind blew the corners of the black robe loudly, and his posture of standing proudly with the cold sword was very domineering, but everyone just felt embarrassed.
In the end, it was the black robe himself who broke the embarrassment: "You hidden rat, today I will kill all the people in this city, so that..."
Pfft-tsk!
A knife was inserted deep into his waist.
It was a rusty knife.
A butcher knife that was rusty and even blunt.
