Yang Qingyun, who had just passed the age of fifteen and was impatiently pushed to the position of head by his own master, felt extremely congested, and the strange thing about this Jiuhua Mountain is that those who have the ability do not want to be the head, and those who want to be the head are all people with mediocre qualifications.

However, for the replacement of the old and new heads, Jiuhuashan is still more optimistic.

On the day Yang Qingyun took over as the head, he was dug out of the bed by Yuchijun early, and the whole person was still in a state of sleep.

Despite this, Yuchijun seemed to have been prepared, and directly called two disciples to set Yang Qingyun up, changed into the formal head dress to be worn by the successor ceremony, and his white hair was also disassembled, solemnly tied half on the top of his head, fixed with a jade crown, and the rest were scattered behind his back.

By the time Yang Qingyun officially came to his senses, the whole person had already been cleaned up, and he could directly throw it away to the succession ceremony.

Yang Qingyun, who is already a fifteen-year-old boy, is dressed in a complicated moon-white dress that makes the whole body slender, the dark patterns on the dress loom in the walk, and the wide robe and wide sleeves are like a fairy.

"It's worthy of being my apprentice! It really looks like a master!" Yu Chijun was also wearing a white brocade robe, his hair was solemnly tied with a hair crown, and he was holding the jade pendant of the head in his hand, and his thumb was rubbing unconsciously.

Yang Qingyun raised his hand and hung the young master's jade pendant on his waist, raised his eyes to look at Yuchijun, and said, "Okay, you can go!"

Yuchi Jun nodded at the two inner disciples, and the two of them retreated very consciously, only then did he look at Yang Qingyun and said, "Let's go, tell you what you have to do later."

The generation of heads of Jiuhua Mountain alternated, and representatives of each sect naturally came to watch the ceremony.

Either the heads of the various factions came in person, or they sent their own right-hand men. For a while, there were many people sitting in the Huaqing Palace.

The auspicious time is approaching, and the people in the hall are all curious to look in the direction of the temple gate, all want to see this legendary young man who has been cultivating in the Mahayana period at a young age.

A melodious drum music came, and a white shadow came from the sky, followed by a figure in a robe not far behind.

That person was actually walking in the sky, holding a long piano surrounded by streamers, the strings of light around his body surged, and the white feathers flew up, like an immortal who came from the wind.

Everyone in the hall was amazed, although two years ago at the martial arts competition, someone had seen Yang Qingyun step into the air without the imperial sword, but they had never seen him perform such a complete light skill.

Yang Qingyun followed Yuchijun and landed steadily in front of Huaqing Palace, and the green jade stream in his arms was behind his back, and followed Yuchijun into Huaqing Hall in a serious manner.

"Thank you for coming to participate in the succession ceremony of my head of Jiuhua Mountain!" Yuchijun walked all the way to the front of the first seat and stood still, looked around the hall with a smile, his eyes stopped slightly at the place of Chunyang Palace, and then he naturally withdrew his gaze, and said: "Today, it is the succession gift of Yang Qingyun, the one hundred and sixty-seventh head of my Jiuhua Mountain, and from now on, Yang Qingyun will be the one hundred and sixty-seventh head of my Jiuhua Mountain, and from then on he will be in charge of things up and down Jiuhua Mountain. ”

Before the words fell, Yuchijun had already neatly revealed the head jade pendant that had been holding it in his hand, and looked at Yang Qingyun who had been standing quietly in the lower position with a smile.

Yang Qingyun understood, stepped forward in an orderly manner, bowed to Yuchijun, reached out and took off the jade pendant of the young head on his waist, and held it up with both hands and handed it to Yuchijun.

Yu Chijun stretched out his hand and took the jade pendant of the young master, handed it to Nanhe beside him, helped Yang Qingyun up, and personally hung the jade pendant of the head on Yang Qingyun's waist.

"Congratulations to Master Yang!"

"Congratulations to Head Yang for his succession ceremony!!"

"Congratulations!!"

A congratulatory voice sounded, Yang Qingyun smiled and thanked him one by one, and when he turned around and was about to ask his master about something, he found that his master had already disappeared.

This time, Liu Hancheng couldn't come because of something, so he sent a disciple early to send congratulatory gifts and apologies, Yang Qingyun didn't have to think about it to know that his master must have packed up his things and went to Chunyang Palace.

Yuchijun has been waiting for this day for a long time, and even looked at Yang Qingyun nervously a few days before the succession ceremony, for fear that Yang Qingyun would regret not doing it, and he would not be able to get rid of this position as the head of the house.

The succession ceremony is not as complicated as Yang Qingyun imagined, it is over after simply handing over the tokens of the head of the family, and the rest is the polite chatter between various sects.

Yang Qingyun naturally couldn't talk to these people, he still remembered that Jiang Mingyuan said that he would come back when he succeeded him, and the succession ceremony was over, and Yang Qingyun didn't see half a shadow of that person.

For some reason, Yang Qingyun, who was a little lacking in interest, went back to the room alone, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw that his two spirit beasts were lying not far from the door, staring at him with wide eyes.

Yang Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then walked over with a smile, raised his hand and touched the top of the heads of the two spirit beasts, and said: "There are many people in the succession ceremony, and it is inconvenient to take you there, so I have to leave you here."

Before he finished speaking, Qiuqiu flexibly jumped on top of Jiujiu's head, holding a communication charm with two paws, and stretched out in front of Yang Qingyun with a small mouth, "Goo goo!!"

Yang Qingyun: ""

Raising his hand to crush the messenger, a familiar voice came out: "When you come back, you have already gone to the succession ceremony, so it's not easy to disturb, so I have to leave the messenger to Qiuqiu, and I'll wait for you in the back mountain." ”

Yang Qingyun always thought that this person did not appear at the succession ceremony because he did not have time to rush back, but he didn't want this person to come directly to his room without going to the ceremony.

But what does it mean to go to the back mountain?

"Let's go, take you to the back mountain to play!" Yang Qingyun patted the nine-tailed spirit fox on the back, turned around and walked outside the house, the nine-tailed spirit fox stood up obediently, and followed behind him with the ball above his head.

The mountain behind the Yunqing Hall is a lush ancient tree, and the forest is full of unknown wildflowers, red, blue, purple, colorful, and violent.

Yang Qingyun had lived in the Yunqing Hall for so long, and he had never been to this back mountain, so he was a little curious to look around.

The nine-tailed spirit fox quietly followed Yang Qingyun's side, his azure eyes meekly half-drooping, but when he approached a tree, he raised it vigilantly and suddenly looked at the branches.

Yang Qingyun looked at the top of his head suspiciously, and saw countless tender petals falling between the lush branches and leaves, like a rain of flowers, covering Yang Qingyun in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qingyun: ""

Already anticipating whose handwriting it was, Yang Qingyun sighed a little helplessly, raised his hand to brush away the petals that fell on his shoulder, and said loudly: "Come down, Jiujiu has found you." ”

There was a rustling sound overhead, and an ink-colored figure fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of Yang Qingyun.

"Do you like it, I've been picking flowers for a long time!" The man was still tied with a wooden hairpin, dressed in an ink-colored robe, with a warm smile, only his face was more mature and handsome than two years ago, his eyes were as clear as ever, and he was full of Yang Qingyun.

Yang Qingyun was stunned for a moment, tiptoed slightly, raised his hand to pick a leaf on the top of Jiang Mingyuan's source, and said helplessly: "How many flowers did you pick to make so many petal rain?"

Jiang Mingyuan squinted slightly, thought about it seriously, and said: "Originally, I picked a big handful and was going to give it to you, but who knew that you didn't come for a long time, I was so bored that I picked all the petals from the tree."

"There are many heads of various factions above the succession ceremony, I have to say hello, right? It's you, why don't you come to the ceremony?" Yang Qingyun found that two years ago, this person was only one head taller than himself, but now he seems to be getting taller and taller.

Jiang Mingyuan looked down at him and said with a smile: "I just want to come back to see you, I don't know those people at the ceremony, what are you going to do!" After speaking, he raised his hand and plucked a light purple petal from the top of Yang Qingyun's head, looked at Yang Qingyun's body, and praised: "You look good in whatever you wear!"

Yang Qingyun: ""

The nine-tailed spirit fox and Qiuqiu, who had been ignored for a long time, snorted dissatisfiedly, and several of Jiujiu's long tails shook off on the grass, sweeping away the grass that had rained flowers.

Jiang Mingyuan turned his head to look at the nine-tailed spirit fox squatting on the side and the small spirit beast above its head, and said dissatisfiedly: "You take Qiuqiu to the side and play!

Ninety-nine: ""

Jiujiu and Qiuqiu said with action: "We won't leave!

Seeing that he actually wanted to take Jiujiu and Qiuqiu, Yang Qingyun looked at Jiang Mingyuan with some confusion and asked, "What are you telling them to go?"

Jiang Mingyuan turned around and smiled at him, with a twist of his wrist, a delicate wooden box appeared in his palm, and he opened it by himself and said, "This is what I got by chance, and now I will give it to you as a succession gift!"

"Huh?" Yang Qingyun looked at him suspiciously, and then he was stunned.

After the wooden box was opened, the inside was a silver-white ring with exquisite workmanship and no visible material.

As if he was afraid that he didn't know what it was, Jiang Mingyuan explained: "This is a storage ring, wear it on your hand, you can put things in it, it's quite rare, I want to give it to you as soon as I get it!"

Although he knew that this person had no other meaning in sending this storage ring, Yang Qingyun still looked at Jiang Mingyuan with a strange expression, and finally reached out to take it, and then said: "Don't wait for the front hall, what are you doing in this back mountain." ”

Seeing that he took the ring, Jiang Mingyuan's expression lit up, and after listening to him, he said: "There are too many people in the front hall, and it is inconvenient to come and go." ”

"Hmm, what's not the case?"

Before he could say the words, the man in an ink-colored robe lowered his head slightly and gently kissed the corner of Yang Qingyun's lips.