I don't know why, looking at the gray-clothed Taoist who slowly walked down from the void step by step, Ye Du suddenly wanted to cry, he seemed to feel that there was an indescribable connection between them. Ye Twilight felt that the gray-clothed Taoist man under the purple light, his gaze was like a father's love, Ye Twilight tried his best to suppress his knees, the urge to kneel, and tilted his head unruly, because, only in this way, the tears in his eyes would not fall......

In front of the first floor, on the stone platform, the eight disciples of the Wind Wing, they all raised their heads high, silently looking at the gray-clothed Taoist who was in mid-air: Ye Dui's eyes were condensed, and he looked at the past carefully, and his body was eight feet long, and his beard was white. A robe made of palm leaves was draped crookedly over his body, a blue robe was scratched in the slightest, and on his feet, only a pair of tattered straw sandals were worn. The turtle-shaped crane has a strange appearance, and on the waist-length white hair, a bun is pulled indiscriminately. On the bun, there is a discolored peach hairpin. On his forehead, the two corners of the sun and the moon bulged high like mountains, and the ancient nose of Fuxi ran through the heavens. Under his forehead, two white eyebrows are long and hanging, dragon eyes and tiger eyes, square mouth and big ears, and the divine light is hidden but not revealed......

Although this person's dress was ragged and almost sloppy, in Ye Duan's heart, there was an inexplicable respect. Purple air soaring nine peaks, the glow of the sun is heavy in the sky, all kinds of visions show that this sloppy Taoist must be a person who has attained the Tao!!

"The fourth generation of disciples of the Nine Dragons Palace, the second generation of disciples on the first floor of Yufeng Zhen, Zeng Shoujing, Wang Shouyi, Qiu Jingwen, and Wu Daoheng led the four new disciples, in front of the Zhenwu Demon Emperor, knelt down to welcome the micro-manifestation Taoist master Wuji Zhenren Immortal to return to the view, the master returned to the mountain, and I will be able to resist the wind, revive the prestige of the past, and make a name for myself in the ...... of the Nine Dragons Hall", on the stone platform, Zeng Shoujing, Wang Shouyi, and Qiu Jingwen all respectfully knelt their bodies on the ground of white marble. As if they had practiced it countless times, they spoke loudly and in unison. Wu Daoheng beside them, his pale face showed an extremely abnormal flush, and his black lips were one by one, and it could be seen that his expression was very excited......

The morning sun gradually rises, in the bright daylight, the purple cloud of the size of a hundred zhang on the top of Jiuzhi Mountain is slowly blowing with the autumn wind, scattering one by one, half a day has passed, under the purple cloud, the dazzling purple light connecting the heaven and the earth has also gradually faded, until it turns into nothingness. In front of the Chaoyang Gate, Xun Kong Crane was watching the countless believers on the Shinto Road slowly descend the mountain, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't help but raise his head again, looking at the place where the strange purple light had just disappeared in the void, and his eyes naturally fell on the eaves of the real first floor hidden in the vast trees under the Sword Halberd Peak. Thinking of the Wuji Master who was in the same vein as the wind, it was very likely that he had returned to the real first floor, Xun Konghe's heart couldn't help but feel a little excited. He really wanted to know what the content of Master Wuji's discussion would be! Because, three years ago, Master Wuji went back to the mountain to discuss the Tao and talked about the issue of the order of spiritual power circulation in the meridians of the monks in the "God Refining" period, which helped him a lot! Master Bo's in-depth analysis in simple terms benefited him a lot, and in less than three years, he had already crossed the two realms behind......

In front of the real first floor, under the stone steps made of white marble, in the empty barren grass courtyard, I don't know when, it was already full of monks of all sizes. Most of them were young Taoists in their twenties and thirties, but there were also many Daoists who were fifteen or sixteen years old. The strange thing is that these monks are all well-behaved and standing quietly, not daring to say a word, not daring to take a big breath, their demeanor is trembling, they are all looking at it with respect, the real Wuji real person in front of the first floor, for fear of causing the slightest dissatisfaction of Uncle Wuji. And at this time, the Wuji real person standing majestically on the stone steps was stroking the white beard that was more than two feet long under his chin, and his eyes were scanning the monks in front of the real first floor with a bright light......

"Master, Master... , the waist of the disciple ... Waist... The pain is so terrible!", behind Wuji Daoren, Zeng Shoujing, who was kneeling on the ground, was holding his left hand on his waist while enduring it, and slowly straightened up. "Alas......" Wuji Zhenren sighed for a long time, kept shaking his head, slowly turned around, lifted his two-foot-long beard, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't you hurry up for Lao Tzu, day by day, just engage in these virtual things, Zeng Shoujing, Wang Shouyi, Qiu Jingwen, are you going to heaven?

"Huh...?" A neat sound of surprise sounded from the stone platform, Ye Du tilted his head sideways, he wanted to laugh a little, he thought that only he would be surprised. What Ye Du didn't expect was that the other three disciples who were standing in the back row, who had entered the first floor of the real floor together this year, would let out an exclamation in unison. At this moment, beside him, Gu Manman, who had already stood up softly and weakly, was gently covering his mouth with Bai Shengsheng's little hands, hanging his little head, and laughing non-stop. And the white-robed young man beside Gu Manman, at this time, he was holding the white handkerchief tightly to his mouth, coughing non-stop, but he raised his head weakly and looked at Wuji Zhenren with a dull expression, is it because the contrast between Wuji Zhenren's actions before and after is too great! And beside him, the black-clothed young man who had been silent all the time still shrunk his whole body in the wide black cloak, but his dead gray pupils revealed a strong look of doubt, obviously, he couldn't imagine that such a thing would happen in front of him......

Wuji Zhenren's old left hand slowly stroked his snow-white beard again, and looked at the four new disciples standing in the back row, his wrinkled face showed an extremely happy look, "Hmm...... , these four little apprentices, their qualifications, are very ......good!". Then moved his gaze to the four disciples in the front row, Wuji was really popular, but he asked Zeng Shoujing very kindly: "Shoujing, in the past three years of traveling for the teacher, your cultivation has not made any progress!"

At this time, Zeng Shoujing happened to look at his ten blackened fingers for a long time, his expression was extremely focused, carefully removed the dirt on the fingertips of the ten fingers, one by one, and looked at it seriously for a long time, before he raised his head slightly, and replied slowly: "Master, disciple feels, hmm...... , the statue of the real martial god, it's time to paint ......"

Wuji Zhenren's hand holding his beard trembled slightly, shook his head, and after sighing deeply, he turned to Wang Shouyi again: "Shouyi, what about you? With your qualifications, in the past three years, you should have some understanding......

Wang Shouyi habitually rubbed the two small mustaches on his face with his left hand, frowned tightly, and after thinking for a long time, he replied with a serious face: "Master, the disciple has been thinking about it for a long time. I still think that the two sutras of "Changqing Jingjing" and "Gao Shang Miaoying Sutra" have to be added to the morning class, and the disciples have been pondering for a long time in private, and I feel that if they are added...... , When you do morning classes, it will be more comfortable, I don't know Master, what do you think??"

Wuji Zhenren didn't speak, the corners of his mouth trembled a little, and he slowly raised his head to look at the sky, the sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, after taking a deep breath, the expression on Wuji Zhenren's face was already calm, and after a pause, he spit out two words very calmly: "Go away!"