After Meng Qingqing left, Zixian had no intention of continuing to read the Book of Heaven. Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, since the death of their parents, the sisters have been together for the New Year every time, why have they ever been separated?

Ling'er, how are you now?

At the same time, Emei Wuwei is in the center, and a group of Emei disciples are working together to make dumplings. Ling'er jumped up and down next to the command.

"That, you, yes, put less green onions and more shrimp."

"And you, oops, what are you doing with such a crumbly filling, there is no taste at all."

A pink-clothed disciple leaned over and glanced at the dumplings in Zi Ling's hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Senior Sister Zi Ling is too messy, how can you use sugar gourds to make dumplings." ”

"Got an opinion? I'm just going to wrap a few hawthorn stuffing. ”

"No opinion, no opinion at all, senior sister is too creative, hehe, hehe." The pink-clothed disciple smiled and retracted his head, silently wrapping the traditional dumplings stuffed with green onions and meat in his hand, not daring to say more.

Murong Xingyun walked into Wuwei Ju, saw Ziling's face full of flour, and wiped it for her with a handkerchief with a loving smile.

"Master~ What kind of stuffing do you want to eat? Ling'er will give you a bag~" Zi Ling blinked his star eyes and asked in a soft voice.

Murong Xingyun felt that his heart was about to be cute, and he couldn't help but gently pinch Zi Ling's little face, and said, "As a teacher, I want to eat Ling'er the most, Ling'er is so cute, it must be delicious when cooked." ”

"Master! You're so bad, you want to eat Ling'er, ignore you! Zi Ling stomped his feet and turned his head away with a pout.

The surrounding Emei disciples all laughed, and Zi Ling crossed his waist and said: "What are you laughing at, work quickly, if anyone is lazy, they are not allowed to eat tonight, hum!" ”

Eyes draw back to the Limbo Cave.

Zixian put away the book of heaven and walked out of the grand view. At the entrance of the cave, the two Tsing Yi disciples stood upright, like sculptures. Seeing Zixian come out, he saluted respectfully.

"Excuse me. I ask you, how did we spend our Chinese New Year's Eve in previous years? ”

"Back to the master, the free and easy sect is not the festival of those mortals."

Zixian was thundered, scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. A mortal festival? What's the situation? How can the disciples of the free ones be more crazy than the other?

Zixian coughed, calmed down his emotions, and said, "Before we ascend to the Celebrity, this mortal festival should still be celebrated." Pass on my order, all the free disciples, gather at the Heavenly Machine Altar. ”

The disciple in Tsing Yi took the order and left. Zixian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. I can't blame myself for being poor, I can't communicate with these guys in a normal way.

The Temple of Heaven's Machines is hexagonal in shape, a huge rock carved with many obscure patterns. Legend has it that this was once a huge magic circle, but it is too old to know the function of this magic circle and how to open it, but it is regarded as a large-scale martial arts training place.

More than 800 disciples of the Outer Sect of Freedom carried their respective weapons and stood loosely under the altar. I have long heard that the new head of Mo is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, with strong martial arts and quite a lot of means, but not many people have seen her deity.

Suddenly, I saw a beautiful girl in a plain white dress floating in, followed by Chu Feng, Meng Qingqing and others. Everyone immediately reacted, this person should be the head. I saw that her green silk was like satin, her skin was better than snow, her lips were red without dots, her eyebrows were green without painting, her jade belt was flying, her temperament was dusty, and her eyes were extremely clear, which made people admire and dare not look at her.

"There is no beauty in the autumn, it is pleasing to the eye, it is a beauty, the country and the city are amazing, and the people of the world are ......," muttered a rather elegantly dressed disciple in Tsing Yi. The female disciple next to him stabbed him and said, "Senior brother, hurry up and return to your soul, this is the master, do you want to be tortured with a rod?" ”

"If it's the head of the house, then I don't mind ......"

The female disciple on the side glanced at him with disdain, and was about to speak, but suddenly found that almost all the people around him had that stunned expression, and the words they wanted to say were swallowed back into their stomachs.

At this time, she finally understood the connotation of a famous saying in the rivers and lakes. What is the most important thing between people? - Looks!

Zixian knew very well that this first impression was very important, the so-called combination of grace and power, his foundation in the Xiaoyao Sect was unstable, and he must first deter his disciples with absolute strength. Silently carried Ling Bo Weibu, and his body almost teleported to the Heavenly Machine Altar. The disciples of Xiaoyao are all holding their breath, this, this is too mysterious, right?

Facing everyone in the audience, Zixian said slowly: "This seat is the new head Mo Zixian, who will not give up on his lonely predecessors and hand over the freedom to me, I will do my best to live up to the trust." I also ask everyone to do their best to magnify my free faction together. ”

All the disciples under the altar saluted respectfully and said in unison: "The disciples are willing to follow the teachings of the master. ”

Zixian nodded and continued: "Now that the lonely senior has passed away, the two apprentices with the highest rank in the sect are her two apprentices, and from today onwards, they will be promoted to elders to assist this seat in handling the affairs of the sect. ”

Chu Feng and Meng Qingqing stepped forward, bowed to Zixian, and said, "The disciple obeys the order, and from now on, he must set an example and assist the head of the sect with his heart." ”

Zixian raised his hand and helped him weakly, signaling Chu Feng and Meng Qingqing to get up, and the two stood up and walked behind Zixian.

"Now that the door is full of outer disciples, and the inner door is empty, this seat has decided that from now on, every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, a diligent and qualified disciple will be selected from the outer disciples to be admitted to the inner gate." Zixian announced the decision with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the disciples under the altar were eager to try. You must know that the treatment of the inner disciples and the outer disciples is simply a world of difference. Not only do the inner disciples not have to do any chores and enjoy the best resources in the sect, but they can also choose one of the three major internal skills that suits them to cultivate, and it is only a matter of time before they become top masters.

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, so you must have fun. This seat has ordered the kitchen to prepare food and drinks, and those who do not want to participate in the selection can eat now. Regardless of the outcome of the selection, there is no need to be dissatisfied. ”

As soon as the words fell, a gray-clothed registered disciple came carrying rosewood tables and chairs. Those tables were extremely thick, the wood was tough and heavy, and the table tops were very wide, each weighing three or four hundred catties, and there were wine and food neatly placed on them, but those registered disciples were light and steady, and they didn't even shake the soup in the dishes.

Zixian didn't show it on his face, but he was relieved in his heart. These registered disciples are not strictly carefree disciples, they are just buddies in the property of the Xiaoyao sect. In order to make them more efficient in their work, the shopkeepers of the outer doors will teach them some very simple footwork and qi-lifting kung fu. It's the fur of this fur, but it also makes them so useful that no matter how arrogant the ruffian bully is, he doesn't dare to go to the shop of the free faction to cause trouble.

The gray-clothed disciple put down the table and chair, and immediately retreated, not daring to look to the side more. The strictness of the rules can be seen.