Four hundred miles to the southwest, the hill of Kunlun is the capital of the emperor, and the god and the land are the capital. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Its god-like tiger body and nine tails, human face and tiger claws; It is a god, the nine parts of Si Tian and the emperor's confinement, there are beasts, its shape is like a sheep and four horns, the name is called the earth mole, is a cannibal. There are birds, its shape is like a bee, as big as a mandarin duck, the name is Qinyuan, the oyster bird and beast are dead, the oyster wood is withered, there is a bird, its name is called quail, it is the hundred clothes of the emperor. There is wood, its shape is like a tang, Huanghua is red, its taste is like a plum and there is no seed, the name is called Shatang, it can resist water, and the food makes people not drown. There is grass, the name is grass, its shape is like a sunflower, its taste is like a green onion, and it has been eaten hard. The river flows out of the Yan, and the south flows into the Wuda. The red water comes out of the Yan, and the southeast flows into the water of the sky. The ocean water flows out of the Yan, and the southwest flows into the ugly water. The ink is out, and the four seas are poured into the big rod. It's a lot of monsters. Legend has it that in ancient times a long, long time ago, Kunlun Mountain was the capital of the Emperor of Heaven on the earth, in which all kinds of rare birds and beasts, strange flowers and fruits grew, and then the gods and demons fought the war and the gods and demons split the world and lived, and the space above the world was handed over to other races to live. After countless years of development, the human world gradually occupied this space, and named it "the human world", and Kunlun has also become a fairyland on earth and a holy place for cultivating immortals.

The top of the main peak of Kunlun Mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, covered with ice and snow, and only one stone path winds up from the foot of the mountain. On the top of the peak, there is a carved beam and painted building, the eaves are slightly warped in the big hall, the bucket arches are staggered, the yellow tile covers the top, a golden plaque is hung on it, and the three words "Wuji Palace" are written on it.

Today is Wuji Palace, which is particularly solemn, and Xuanyi Zhenren is sitting on a chair, full of anxiety. Xuanyang Zhenren had a straight face, and no one could tell the joy and anger from his black face, Nangong Junmo still looked sad and joyless, drinking tea slowly and methodically.

"This time the demons are in trouble, there will be a traitor." After reading the letter in his hand, Xuanyi Zhenren casually threw it to Xuanyang, "Tomorrow's apprenticeship meeting must not make any more mistakes!" ”

"The demons within a radius of three hundred miles from the junction of the Netherworld and the human world have been eliminated." Nangong Junmo blew open the tea leaves leisurely, and seemed to have done a very trivial thing.

"The disciples and secret guards have been arranged, and the senior brother in charge can rest assured." Xuanyang Zhenren said.

"That's very good." Xuanyi Zhenren eased his face, and then his father turned to Nangong Junmo, "Senior Brother Xuanhua, have you figured out who to choose as a disciple tomorrow?" ”

"Won't Senior Brother know tomorrow?" Nangong Junmo frowned slightly, "If it wasn't the most suitable, I wouldn't accept it." ”

The sky was blue, as blue as washed, like transparent blue crystal. The sky is deep, as if it has been blue since ancient times, and it is so ancient that people respect it. Occasionally, a few white clouds floated by, a few cranes flew by from time to time, and the sandalwood curled, setting off Kunlun more fairy.

A bell rang slowly, and the light of heaven fell from the Nine Heavens, and when the light of heaven dispersed, I saw Xuanyi, Xuanyang, and Nangong Junmo standing side by side. After burning incense, praying, and giving speeches, the next step is the ceremony of today's event.

Dozens of young boys and girls dressed in uniform green clothes walked to the front of the stage, including several children of the Yang family, including Yang Mengxue. Yang Mengxue looked in the direction of the Yang family, and just saw Yang Menglan smiling at her and making a gesture of encouragement, and Yang Tianhu also patted her head lovingly and looked at Yang Mengxue with a smile.

In this way, you will have peace of mind. Yang Mengxue was so happy that she almost cried, but when she thought of the current scene, she immediately suppressed the excitement in her heart.

Most of the boys and girls stood there with nervous faces, even Yang Mengxue only secretly glanced at Yang Menglan a few times, but one of the girls waved to the acquaintance unscrupulously, and made a few grimaces from time to time, although she was sixteen or seventeen years old, she was enchanting and moving, glamorous, and a pair of wonderful eyes looked at Nangong Junmo from time to time, affectionate.

"Who's that, father?" Yang Menglan asked curiously.

"Luo Xuan'er, the daughter of the Luo family, is talented and intelligent, and she won the first place in the martial arts competition, and it is said that she is the most likely candidate to worship under the Xuanhua real person." Yang Tianhu patiently explained.

Yang Menglan nodded, and then thought that the eighth sister Yang Mengxue was only the second and was accepted as a closed disciple by Xuanyang Zhenren, why was this Luo Xuan'er only accepted as a registered disciple by Xuanhua Zhenren? Through the past few days, everyone also knew that Xuanhua Zhenren had only accepted a registered disciple, but this did not affect everyone's interest in who Nangong Junmo would accept as a disciple.

As if seeing Yang Menglan's doubts, Yang Tianhu spoke again: "Although it is only a registered disciple, Xuanhua Zhenren is the first monk in the human realm, and his ascension is just around the corner, no one dares to call him a sword immortal since him, and it is an extremely honorable thing to be his disciple in itself." ”

"In fact, everyone knows what the result is, and no matter how great the glory is, it will not be the turn of others." Yang Menglan thought about it and figured out a lot of joints, "The Luo family is also everyone, and it is only good to be good with the Luo family compared to Tianyuan." ”

"Hugh is nonsense!" Yang Tianhu scolded in a low voice, looking around cautiously, fortunately no one heard the conversation between their father and daughter just now.

Xuanyi Zhenren looked at the disciples and guests in the audience with a smile, and said to Nangong Junmo: "Senior brother, why don't you choose first?" If one is not enough, choose a few more. ”

Nangong Junmo lowered his head and rubbed the sword spike, as if he was thinking about something, and said absentmindedly: "Let's choose first!" ”

Xuanyang nodded, waved his hand, and the apprenticeship ceremony began. Those who were already optimistic about the apprentice stepped forward one after another, asking if the person was willing to worship under their door, and if they were willing, they handed over the token that had been prepared long ago, and kowtowed a few heads to count the apprentice as successful. If two or more monks have taken a fancy to the same person at the same time, the disciple himself decides who to worship as a teacher.

Soon, only Yang Mengxue and Luo Xuan'er were left in the huge square, and at this time, Xuanyang Zhenren stood up and walked up to Yang Mengxue: "Yang Mengxue, are you willing to be my closed disciple?" The sound was like a bell, and it instantly and clearly spread throughout Kunlun. For a moment, the guests were in an uproar, and they all turned their curious eyes to Yang Mengxue.

"The disciple is willing!" Yang Mengxue replied, kneeling down respectfully and kowtowing. Xuanyang Zhenren took a jade bowl and a daylily from the boy on the side, dipped it in water and nodded it on Yang Mengxue's forehead a few times, and said loudly:

"Give a name, Yunxi!"

Yang Tianhu Yang Menglan looked at Yang Mengxue with satisfaction, her eyes were slightly wet, and there was a congratulatory voice all around.

Xuanyang Zhenren looked at the lively scene in the audience, his majestic expression was also a little looser, he glanced at Nangong Junmo, who was sitting like a mountain, and quipped: "Senior brother, now there is only one disciple left, and you can't choose." ”

"All I want is one person." Nangong Junmo replied, and only after everyone calmed down did Nangong Junmo stand up, glanced at the crowd with a slight frown, and said in a cold voice: "My disciple, Yang Menglan, the seventeenth daughter of the Yang family." ”