In the end, the immortal cultivation realm is the world that Yan Ruyu is familiar with, and she can sleep more peacefully in a place full of spiritual energy.

I had no dreams all night, and I woke up slowly the next day, with a lot of aura, and there was no trance of being forced to die for a moment. Then he smiled bitterly and cleaned up and went out of the room, it was still early, the first sun had not yet risen, and the dew was still hanging on the green leaves.

Yan Ruyu stretched her waist, jumped onto a dense tree after playing a set of body-strengthening boxing techniques in the open area of the courtyard, and sat cross-legged on the hidden and thick tree pole to exhale aura.

About an hour later, the sky gradually revealed the white of the fish's belly, and Su Jinxiu's door was gently pushed open. She tiptoed to the clearing with her sword, saw that there was no one around, covered her mouth and smiled proudly, and then deliberately babbling and dancing the sword.

Thinking that she Su Jinxiu was the first talented woman in Bolian City, and when she arrived at the Tibetan Sword Sect, which she was not familiar with, the people who used to support her were gone, and she had to establish a reputation as soon as possible, so she decided to give others the impression of being diligent.

"Okay, my Su Jinxiu's fame in the Tibetan Sword Sect starts here!" she thought to herself.

Because the movement of her sword dance broke the peace, and the early sun showed her head, and people came out of the door one after another.

"Miss Su, you are so diligent, you got up early in the morning to cultivate!"

Su Jinxiu's hands were about to cramp with a sword, she wiped the thin sweat on her forehead, and smiled: "Where is this worthy of the name of diligence, I used to get up earlier at home to practice calligraphy, but today I got up late." ”

More and more people came out of the house and saw Su Jinxiu dancing with a sword, and they were all ashamed and praised her.

Su Jinxiu slowly put away the sword, and her cheeks turned red because she was shy or because of the sword dance, making her look beautiful and full of the beautiful atmosphere of a young girl. Yun Fei poured her a cup of tea from the house and handed it to her with a caring face.

Su Jinxiu's face became even redder, as attractive as a red apple, the plan was finally achieved, and everyone's impression of her should be very good.

It's a pity that she doesn't have the ability to read minds, and she doesn't know that most of the young people from her hometown are from other parts of Bolian City, and she has some doubts in her heart, doesn't it mean that Yun Fei has married Yan Ruyu, why is she still in love with Su Jinxiu?

Yan Qingxiu was the last of these people to come out, and he was still yawning when he went out, he was complaining in his heart, he slept at home and didn't wake up, but he had to get up so early when he came here, how would he live in the future.

He didn't find Yan Ruyu's figure in the crowd, and he didn't find it in her room, so he anxiously raised his forehead and looked at the tip of the genius's eyes and found a touch of peach, he shouted: "Sister, early in the morning, what are you doing on it!"

As if a crow was quacking and flying by, the courtyard suddenly fell silent, and several eyes were focused on the trees.

Yan Ruyu also rolled her eyes on the tree, and then Shi Shiran jumped down from the tree, not talking about cultivation, but said helplessly: "Third brother, you got up too late." ”

Su Jinxiu didn't know how much she hated Yan Ruyu in her heart, Yan Ruyu was simply her nemesis. If she didn't say it, wouldn't others think about it? I must think that she was the first of all to get up and go to the tree early to cultivate. Really good at pretending!

It didn't take long for Senior Brother Tsing Yi, who had led them here last night, to come again and lead them to collect the sundries.

"Senior brother, aren't we going to have breakfast?" "They didn't eat anything last night, and if the Tibetan Sword Sect didn't give them food, they would be hungry.

The disciple in Tsing Yi said lightly: "After receiving the sundries, I will naturally have food for you." ”

The inner shirt of the sect is blue, the outer shirt is crescent color, and when the wind blows together, you can see the blue brocade robe under the white satin, and the sword engraved with the three big characters of 'Tibetan Sword Sect' standing at the entrance of the sect is embroidered on the chest.

"Don't look simple, but it's much better than your original clothes, at least warm in winter and cool in summer. Senior Brother Tsing Yi said.

Next is the contribution card, which also has a number on it, and their point value is displayed as one hundred.

"Red is the money you owe to the sect, and one hundred means that you owe one hundred and ten lower-grade spirit stones, which are the money for the sect's uniform, sword, and contribution card. Don't be grateful, the storage bag has already been given to you by the sect itself. Senior Brother Tsing Yi said again.

Everyone's complexion changed slightly, and by this time, they already had the concept of spirit stones faintly in their minds, and a hundred low-grade spirit stones were worth a month's resources when Yun Fei was in Bolian City. But Senior Brother Tsing Yi is right, storage bags are more valuable than these things.

Yan Qingxiu stuck out his tongue: "Sister, when will we be able to afford this money." By the way, will you have to collect spirit stones when you eat later?"

His guess was correct, and when he got to the cafeteria, he really wanted to collect money. Just a bowl of spiritual rice requires a low-grade spirit stone, and if you calculate it, isn't a grain of rice more expensive than a grain of golden sand?

Everyone showed a painful look, and they couldn't spend so much to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas in the best wine restaurants in the secular world.

The Yan family is the richest man in Bolian City, Yan Qingxiu has never eaten such an expensive meal since he was a child, and he couldn't help but stare at the food on the table at this time: "Sister, we are going to die poor." ”

Yan Ruyu smiled: "Eat it quickly, can you see the flowers?" This is all spiritual rice carefully cultivated by the sect, and it is normal that the price is expensive, and you will know if it is worth it if you eat it." ”

Lingmi entered the abdomen, and felt the warmth rising in the dantian, more than the aura condensed in an hour of early practice, Yan Ruyu showed a satisfied demeanor. Not to mention the others, their faces were full of satisfaction, not just complaints.

Yan Qingxiu tasted it carefully and sighed again: "Sister, if we continue to eat like this, we will owe more and more to the sect, but what will we pay back." ”

Yan Ruyu smiled speechlessly, after staying for a long time, these people will naturally know how to repay, no matter which sect, they will not give their disciples food and drink for nothing, but will have to squeeze blood from their bodies to maintain the operation of the sect.

Thinking of this, Yan Ruyu glanced at Su Jinxiu and Yun Fei on the other side of the table, those two people ate quite heartily, it was Su Jinxiu who asked Yun Fei to buy it, and there were nearly thirty lower grade spirit stones, and the two of them ate nearly six people's money.

Yan Ruyu calculated, the little spirit stone that Yun Fei brought out from the Yun family would be gone if it was squandered a few more times.

After eating, Senior Brother asked them to go back to the courtyard on their own and wait for Senior Brother Jiang He's orders.

Jiang He was in a hurry, and said with a strange expression: "The sect has changed a lot this year, and there is more named disciples, so you are not officially disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect, you can only be regarded as registered disciples." ”

After listening to this, everyone was stunned, what kind of named disciples, they hadn't heard of it at all, could it be that they had to come to the Hidden Sword Sect with such an ill-fated situation? This is too unfair.

"However, you still have the opportunity to be promoted from a registered disciple to an official disciple, then you have to participate in the Chuyang Project, this plan was temporarily launched by the sect, and you should feel honored as the first batch of people. Jiang He said with a cheeky and slightly sympathetic look, "According to the regulations, there are more than a thousand new disciples this time, and only the top six hundred disciples can become official disciples!"

Yan Ruyu smiled when he heard the registered disciples, except for the Tibetan Sword Sect, the other five sects and sects had registered disciples before, in order to give those disciples who were too poor in qualifications and had spiritual roots a chance. If the conditions can be met, you can become a formal disciple, which will neither waste the resources of the sect nor delay the life of the disciple.

Back then, the Tibetan Sword Sect played the slogan of equality for all and insisted on being maverick, but I don't know how it changed its character this time?

"The First Yang Plan?" Yan Ruyu muttered, a smile floating in her eyes, "Is it the first yang, or do you want to get rid of the green yang and get rid of the pure yang physique?"

It seems that Qingyang, who has entered the pure yang body of Nangong's sword and blue eyes, many people feel that it is an eyesore.