The monk opened the formation and walked out of it, and saw a benefactor bending down to him and saluting. He hurriedly bent down and returned the salute and said, "Why is the donor like this, it really hurts the monk." “

Qian Xuan raised his head, smiled when he heard the monk's words, and didn't speak again.

On the contrary, after the monk saw the thousand illusions, he had a positive attitude: "The donor is really smart, and the sun in the sky can see through the reality of this formation at a glance. Our abbot has long said that if someone sees through the details of this formation, they can unconditionally get the friendship of the Southern Dynasty Temple, and there is no need to pass any test. ”

The monk explained, and was about to welcome Qianhuan into the Nanchao Temple, Qianhuan saw that he completely ignored the gray mist next to him, smiled helplessly, and said: "This ......"

The monk immediately replied, "Just call me Wuhui."

Qian Xuan nodded and continued: "Wu Hui, it's not that I want to enter the Nanchao Temple, but this person next to me wants to enter. ”

Qianhuan led the topic, and Monk Wuhui finally noticed at this moment that there was a person standing next to the donor.

Gray Mist straightened up, looked ahead without squinting, and calmly faced the scrutiny of Monk Wuhui.

Although he was quite depressed about completely ignoring him to the monk just now, it was normal for the eldest brother to be so powerful that he got the attention of others at first sight.

Gray Mist just thought about it and stopped dwelling, and now his heart was a little nervous, as if he had returned to answering the teacher's questions in his school days.

On the way here, Thousand Illusions and Gray Mist popularized the general situation of the Lower Southern Dynasty Temple, so as not to be blind when they get it. From the introduction of Qianhuan, Gray Mist also learned how thick the foundation of the Southern Dynasty Temple was.

Although this organization can't fight against the mysterious Plague God Sect, if he can become a disciple in the Southern Dynasty Temple, the treatment he gets is definitely much better than that in the Plague God Sect.

After all, the competition among the sick cultists in the Plague God Sect is too fierce, everyone is a genius in medicine, and every practical thing requires huge manpower, material and financial resources. Grey Mist was an orphan and didn't have anyone's support, so how could he be better than them in terms of research progress.

"Oh, it's the little benefactor." Monk Wuhui looked at the gray mist for a moment. Speak.

Grey Mist couldn't help but twitch his cheeks when he heard him call himself. Where is his appearance smaller than that of a thousand illusions? From what point did this monk judge that he was even smaller than Qianfan.

Of course, Monk Wuhui didn't have such a magical guess, he just sensed it from his instinctive breath: Thousand Illusions are very strong. And the gray fog is very weak, so he subconsciously calls him a little donor.

"Looking at his appearance in the formation just now, he is brave and brave, but he lacks a little wisdom." Monk Wuhui said that he was still affectionate, if he let his senior brother come over. Seeing the gray mist in the formation, Xiàn will definitely say this: There is courage and no strategy, this is a puppet.

Gray Mist heard Wu Hui's evaluation of him, opened his mouth and wanted to open his mouth to refute, but Qian Xuan took the first step and said: "Wu Hui really guessed well, the name of this person next to me is called Wuhui." ”

"Oh?" Monk Wuhui raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and glanced at the gray mist again, this person's name and his cousin Xiàn are quite suitable for one of the exercises in the temple, and the exercises were shelved because the master had not been able to find anyone to practice.

Grey Mist's cheeks twitched again when he heard the eldest brother introduce his name like this.

Gray fog gray fog, isn't it fog gray when read upside down? And that happens to be the homonym of "Wuhui", I didn't expect the eldest brother to think so much in an instant.

Monk Wuhui evaluated it in his heart, and felt that this son's courage could still enter the temple, so he said to the gray mist: "Wuhui, then you can come in with me." ”

After that, Monk Wuhui turned his head and glanced at Qianhuan again, with an earnest expression: "This donor, I wonder if you are also coming to the temple as a guest?" ”

This is a person who can see the reality of the formation at a glance, if he can be introduced into the temple, the master will definitely reward him greatly. Although he was sent down to be a forest guard. But he didn't give up his own cultivation, and who in his cultivation didn't want his strength to be improved?

I remember that the year before last, a person who claimed to be a master came over, and he couldn't tell whether this formation was natural or artificial, but this benefactor could see it at a glance. It must be a worldly master who lives in seclusion somewhere.

Qian Huan saw Wu Hui's eyes and immediately understood what he was thinking. Thinking of this, Qian Huan narrowed his eyes and smiled, and with a stroke of his hand on his waist, a medicine bottle appeared in his hand.

Qianhuan said: "This is the Yunling Pill I refined in my spare time, and it is also fateful to see you today." I'll give it to you. ”

Speaking of this, Qianhuan turned his head to look at the gray mist, and glanced at him, "Wuhui is the son of a friend of mine, please take good care of him before he dies." I didn't expect to be separated from him because of an oversight of mine, and this search is looking for 30 years. Wuhui also missed the best exercise period because of this, so his spiritual power cultivation was mediocre. ”

"When I came to Nanchao Temple this time, I just wanted to take Wuhui to see if there was any suitable practice for him, and I hope Wuhui will take care of it a little." Qianhuanwen crepe said this passage, showing a superior demeanor.

On the other side, Gray Mist's expression was completely sluggish, not because of anything else, but because of what Thousand Illusions said.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had some impressions of his parents when he was a child, listening to him say this at this moment, he would really think that his life experience was like what Qianhua said......

I really didn't expect that the eldest brother would not only give him a new name, but also a new life experience for him to be able to blend into the Nanchao Temple smoothly, which ...... It's really hard.

Monk Wuhui was shocked when he saw that Qianhuan suddenly conjured a bottle out of his hand, and he was even more sure that this person must be a master who lived in seclusion. Later, when I heard that the elixir in this bottle was a Yunling pill, and I was going to give it to myself, I was even more happy.

Yun Ling Pill can not only speed up the speed of absorbing spiritual power and improve cultivation, but also subtly change people's physique. This kind of elixir is also very rare in the Nanchao Temple, how can it be his turn?

If you don't take it, you will be blamed for it, how can there be any reason to push it out. Moreover, with Wuhui's appearance in the formation just now, it is enough to enter the Southern Dynasty Temple.

Wu Hui stretched out his hand to take the medicine bottle, and immediately said: "Wu Hui's cousin xiàn can completely pass the primary selection of guò Nanchao Temple to recruit disciples, but whether he can pick the right exercises and worship under the powerful master depends on his own cousin." ”

Qian Illusion nodded and replied, "Of course. (To be continued.) )