At the opening ceremony of the ceremony, the chief steward of the mountain gate issued a declaration of peace and common progress of all ethnic groups, expressing the good expectations of the mountain gate for the peace of the nine shades. During the ceremony, the elders of the Shanmen Academic Affairs Office made a detailed report on the overall situation of the current disciples' practice, moderately criticized the progress of the previous disciples' practice, and encouraged the new disciples to keep forging ahead, be brave in innovation, and give a satisfactory answer to Shanmen with a full mental state and cultivation enthusiasm in the coming year.

During the ceremony, Elder Liang pointed out that the bottleneck of the current Nine Shadows Monks lies in the unsystematic and incomplete cultivation methods, and that at a time when all the ancient scriptures left by the ancient sages are scattered, the disciples of the Mountain Sect should grasp the existing ancient scriptures, lay a solid foundation, and even more importantly, they must pioneer and innovate and walk out of their own path. Although the Nine Shades Cultivation Realm has now encountered a major obstacle that has not been seen in 10,000 years, the more this is the case, the more the disciples of the Mountain Gate will have to rise head-on, build a bridge with their own hard work and efforts, and lead millions of cultivators to step into the road to the Immortal Realm together, and use blood and sweat to weave the glory that belongs to the Nine Shades!

Shen Dongli sat on the futon with a serious face, this Elder Liang's speech skills were indeed rather clumsy. Compared to the short and fat chief steward who came out to preside over the ceremony at the beginning and the elder of the Academic Affairs Office with a long white beard, this Elder Liang held a jade slip in his hand, read according to the script, his face was expressionless, his voice was emotionless, and even the words that should have encouraged the disciples to bravely go down the mountain to experience the experience were said coldly, which could not arouse any enthusiastic reaction from the disciples present.

All in all, the speech prepared for Elder Liang was really a bit embarrassing for him.

"Sister, does this Elder Liang know you?" was thinking about something else, and Shen Mingzhu's delicate and innocent voice came from Shen Dongli's mind.

Her sister is the most able to feel other people's emotions, and now she suddenly takes the initiative to talk, and she doesn't know what her thoughts are.

"No, my sister might as well concentrate on the class." Shen Dong's eyes were tied with shark yarn, covering most of his face, and he sat in the square without sorrow or joy, which was indeed a bit eye-catching. Her divine sense swept over, and she realized that Elder Liang had been looking at her for a long time.

King Liang Yan glanced at the disciples sitting cross-legged under His Highness, and noticed Shen Dongliang, who was out of the world. If there is anyone in this group of disciples who is worthy of listening to his preaching, this white-clothed disciple is counted as one.

King Liang Yan threw out a jade slip and fell in front of Shen Dongli: "Please let this disciple come out." ”

The jade slip fell on the white and flawless white marble floor tiles of the outer gate hall, making a crisp sound. Shen Dongli's face was full of black lines, and he really didn't know what this Liang Hades wanted to do.

To outsiders, although she is blind, her ears are still good, and she will not pretend that she has not heard.

"Yes, that's right, it's the blindfolded disciple." King Liang Yama stood up from the futon and drew the soft sword at his waist.

"I, Liang, am not good at words, but now I have learned for you, and I can't say more beautiful words, so I use my sword to speak."

The purpose of learning for new disciples every year is to gather the disciples of the year and give them a sense of collective belonging, but the content of this teaching is not too important. After all, the qualifications of the disciples still need to be measured at this Mengxue ceremony, which is the highlight of the ceremony.

Originally, an elder of his status was just here to go through the motions, read a manuscript to boost morale, and then leave, and handed over the ceremony to the stewards with measurement qualifications, but this time Liang Wuhuan was interested.

This white-clothed disciple has a really good heart, which makes him cherish his talents. In the path of sword cultivation, the physique is of course important, but the heart determines how far this sword cultivation can go.

"I don't know what the elders have called me here to teach me." Everyone's eyes fell on Shen Donglian, and on the disciples next to him, these scrutinizing eyes were really a little annoying, but for Shen Dongxuan, she didn't care too much.

The state of mind that a god-transforming monk should have, although she has forgotten seventy-seven eighty-eight, she always has a foundation. Although Jiuyou Xiuzhen has embarked on the path of characteristic pragmatism, this kind of style and temperament still needs to be adhered to.

Liang Chen was too satisfied.

I didn't expect that such a disciple could come out of this inner disciple.

"She's really lucky." Shen Mingzhu glanced at Shen Dongli who walked up to the main hall faintly, and felt a little resentful in his heart.

The instrument spirit she raised was unimpressed: "This Liang Chen is a complete sword cultivator, and your sister has a good sword on her, so she can naturally attract him." If you don't go that way, why should you envy her? ”

"I can't see her, you know? People like her, who were born to see the bright road, I hate it the most! ”

"Also as a female cultivator, I have higher qualifications than her and have a good appearance, but just because I am not a serious daughter of the Shen family, others don't take me seriously. I have to rob her of her chance, take her creation, and trample her on the soles of my feet, so that I can be worthy of my last life! ”

Qian Suo was silent for a while, he really couldn't understand women's thoughts, and he couldn't see through their thoughts, now that the time for cultivation was so urgent, she was still thinking about how to stumble on others, and she couldn't understand why this little ancestor couldn't cultivate honestly?

With her qualifications and abilities, she can completely overshadow the vast majority of the disciples present in her cultivation. Only when he reached the Yuanying realm could he take this little ancestor to that place, but now it seems that it is far away.

"Oh." The machine spirit Qiansuo sighed as a protest to Shen Mingzhu.

Shen Mingzhu sneered: "You may not know that revenge is the fate of people like us." ”

"Oh." Chisuo remained aloof. He didn't even want to coax this woman now, he just begged not to tear his face, after all, he really couldn't find a second Lei Linggen to cling to. Thinking of this, Qiansuo had to sigh for a while.

Although he is an instrument spirit, he has been nurtured in the magic weapon for thousands of years before he can give birth to his divine consciousness, has experienced countless ups and downs, seen all the flowers in the world bloom and fall, and experienced that heart-rending thing, which is why he has emotions that are no different from others.

Most of all, he was afraid of disappearing.

A thousand years ago, he ran and shouted, and used up all his savings and the price of all future reincarnations to redeem this remnant soul from the hands of the ghost. Then he sealed himself in the vessel, just waiting for someone to wake him up and give him the opportunity to reshape his body, but he didn't expect it to be such a person.

Qian Suo looked at Shen Mingzhu's gritted teeth expression in the void, looking at her empty heart, and complex feelings welled up in her heart.

It's just why does Shen Mingzhu look so lonely? Maybe it's really lonely.