Chapter 37: Foreign Affairs Disciples

After a while, no one in the temple called them in, but from a distance, a white light flew again. This light shone brightly on the heads of Zhou Moyang and others, revealing a huge brocade pa. Standing above was the white-faced young man surnamed Bai and the other four young Qi cultivators who had been taken away one step ahead of them.

The white-faced young man condescendingly glanced at the seven people below, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but then ignored a few people, and lowered the spirit weapon nearby, letting the four young people also stay in place, and he proudly walked into the stone hall.

This next week, Mo Yang and the other seven people, naturally, and the four young people with good spiritual root qualifications, looked at each other in two piles. I don't know why, it was obvious that they were all disciples who worshiped under the Zixiao Palace, but the atmosphere was a little unnatural. Even between the two sides, there is a bit of hostility. But as a new disciple of the Zixiao Palace, neither of the two waves spoke, but just waited quietly and dullly.

After waiting for a meal, the young man surnamed Ying finally walked out of it. As soon as he appeared at the door of the hall, he immediately waved at Zhou Moyang and the others, and then turned his head to look at the four young people, and said without hesitation: "The four of you should also come in together, the head of the gate is not empty now, and I will order a few deacons and senior brothers to meet you, and they will register for you." With that, the young man turned and left.

The two waves of people naturally did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed. Several people followed the young man through a short corridor and were led to a hall of thirty or forty zhang in size. Inside, there were seven monks with different expressions, sitting on wooden chairs, talking in low voices.

As soon as he saw the young man surnamed Ying coming in with a new disciple, he immediately stopped talking, and glanced at Zhou Moyang and the others with a "swish" look. Zhou Moyang seemed to be honest at this time, but after his consciousness was slightly released, the appearance and cultivation of these monks all came to mind.

There is one person who has completed the foundation, two people who have built the foundation in the later stage, and four people who have built the foundation in the middle stage, and all seven of them are not young. "There is Senior Brother Lao Ying, sit down and rest." The blue-robed monk who was sitting on the throne waved his hand at the young man and said with a smile.

This person is Wei Gang, the first deacon of Zixiao Palace. The appearance is ordinary, the eyes are small, as if the appearance is not amazing, but there is a convincing and abnormal momentum between the gestures of raising the hand, which seems to be a little not simple.

"Thank you, Senior Deacon," the young man bowed his hand and sat down respectfully on an empty chair next to him. At this time, after the eyes of the other monks swept over Zhou Moyang and the others, they all finally fell on the body of a burly young man among the four young disciples, and his eyes flashed faintly with blazing heat.

Sensing all this, Zhou Moyang was surprised, and the voice of the first deacon of Zixiao Palace sounded in the hall: "Well, it's good to have these disciples get started this time." After all, this sect made an exception a few years ago and just recruited a batch. A few juniors and disciples will see how to distribute these disciples," the blue-robed monk asked slowly after looking at the new disciples in front of him.

"All this is naturally decided by Senior Brother, presumably Senior Brother Wei will definitely let me wait for me." An old man with gray hair twisted his short beard with a chin twist, looking very polite. But immediately his voice changed, and he said smoothly: "However, the foreign affairs disciple will forget it." But inner disciples, our Xuanhuang Peak only recruited two last time, which is less than the other peaks, is it time to give one more to this peak this time. Don't talk about other disciples, just hand over this disciple of Jin Linggen to our Xuanhuang Peak," as soon as the old man finished speaking, he pointed to the burly young man. When the young man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and his face showed a hint of surprise.

"Hmph, you Xuanhuang Feng did take the least number of disciples last time, but one of them is a disciple of Tianling Root, why don't you say it. This time, another Heavenly Spirit Root disciple finally appeared, so naturally it should be our turn to Heaven and Earth Peak. A middle-aged man with a somewhat pale face couldn't sit still when he heard this, and stood up unceremoniously and retorted.

"Your Heaven and Earth Peak is mainly based on fire attribute exercises, and the monks of Jin Linggen are the most suitable for practicing metal exercises. Senior brother, what do you have to fight about? When the gray-haired old man heard this, he shook his head with a smile.

"As far as your Xuanhuang Peak has metal exercises, our Heaven and Earth Peak Li Shibo's gold refining is famous in the entire sect. This disciple cultivates this exercise, why not," the middle-aged man did not have the slightest intention of giving in.

"You ......" "Okay, I understand what you both mean, so I don't need to say any more." Wei Gang frowned and opened his mouth to interrupt the dispute between the two.

"Yes, if the two senior brothers continue to argue, there will be no result. Let the deacon brother decide. After all, no matter which mountain peak is assigned, this disciple is a disciple of our Zixiao Palace, so what is there to fight about. A long-bearded old man in the room chuckled and persuaded.

As soon as he heard this, the old man and the pale-faced middle-aged man glanced at each other, but immediately, the old man took the lead and said, "Senior Brother Mi is reasonable, so Senior Brother Deacon will make the decision." Our Xuanhuang Peak won't have any opinions. When another middle-aged man heard this, his face hesitated for a moment, and he had no choice but to say the same thing.

Wei Gang's face softened slightly, and after thinking about it, he glanced at Zhou Moyang and the other seven people, and said calmly: "This disciple is more special, let's deal with it later." Now let's assign the affiliation of the other disciples. After all, the five peaks in our Zixiao Palace, except for the main peak Liumi Peak, the other four peaks probably won't dislike the disciples. Let's start with these seven foreign affairs disciples. ”……

An hour later, Zhou Moyang stood on top of the giant bowl and followed the young man surnamed Ying to the foot of the Liumi Peak again. The clothes on his body had been changed into the forged blue robes issued by the sect. After a division in that hall, he and the yellow-clothed nun from before were divided into Ying Xuan Peak. The young man surnamed Ying didn't seem to have any opinion on this, and as soon as the distribution was over, he left the stone hall with the two. First led the two of them to the place where the clothes and miscellaneous items of the disciples of the main peak miscellaneous hall were distributed, and received the things distributed by the sect, and then flew towards Yingyun Peak.

"Although the identity of the beginner is only a foreign affairs disciple, it is also considered your luck to be assigned to our Yingyu Peak. Because the family teacher has always been peaceful and benevolent, we will not treat you foreign affairs disciples too harshly. Of course, the tasks assigned to you still have to be completed on a regular basis, and the rest of the time is up to you. If you have the opportunity to make great contributions, maybe Master will also give you the best elixir. After all, nominally, the treatment enjoyed by the disciples of foreign affairs and the disciples of the inner sect is still the same. It's just that the main task of the inner disciples is cultivation, and because of your qualifications, you naturally have to put more effort into the miscellaneous studies of cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals. Several teachers and uncles on this peak have very deep attainments in this, and you can learn a lot. It seems that because Zhou Moyang and the others are already disciples of Yingxuan Peak, this young man is much gentler towards Zhou Moyang and the others, and begins to explain some matters to pay attention to to the two.

"Thank you Senior Brother Ying for your advice," although he felt a little awkward, Zhou Moyang still showed a respectful expression of gratitude on the surface. The young man surnamed Ying seemed to be quite satisfied with Zhou Moyang's performance, and after mentioning a few more words, he led the two of them to fall down in front of a pavilion on the mountainside of Yingyun Peak.

On a bluestone platform where they landed, two young boys and girls were standing side by side, saying something. As soon as they saw the young man, the two immediately stopped talking and walked over. "Isn't this Uncle Ying, isn't Uncle Ying here to find Shizu," the baby-faced girl, who looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, asked the young man with a grin. His casual attitude made Zhou Moyang, who knew that the dignity and inferiority of the immortal cultivation world were strictly abnormal, and he was stunned for a while.

"Yes, these two are foreign affairs disciples who have been assigned this time, I want to let the master meet them, and then see which uncle and uncle are better assigned." The young man surnamed Ying seemed to be very familiar with this girl, and replied with a smile.

"It's a new uncle. If you have a chance in the future, don't forget to tell me and Senior Brother Xin about the secular world, I would love to hear about it. The girl rolled her eyes when she heard this, and said with a sweet smile to Zhou Moyang and the others behind her, but there was no respect for the elders in her words.

"If Senior Sister wants to hear it, why bother pulling me, I still have to cultivate." The dark-skinned boy on the side muttered honestly. "Cultivation can start at any time" Although the girl is petite, she makes an old-fashioned appearance, teaching the teenager, and it looks really speechless.

The young man surnamed Ying showed a wry smile, shook his head, and then led the two into the opposite courtyard without further ado. "You have noticed, although Master Ma and Xin look young, they are the descendants of Master in the secular world. Although it has not yet been officially accepted as a disciple, it is only a matter of time before it is done, and it must not be offended. Otherwise, Master will blame you, and no one will be able to save you. The young man reminded as he walked.

When Zhou Moyang and the woman in yellow heard this, they both smiled bitterly and nodded. Seeing the expressions of the two, the young man smiled slightly, and then comforted: "Senior Nephew Xin is an honest man and will not do anything inappropriate. Even Master Ma's nephew has only left home since he was a child, and his temperament has become a little naughty, and he has no malice towards others. So you two don't have to worry too much about this, just pay a little attention to one or two. ”

Zhou Moyang naturally nodded yes again and again. While they were talking, several people walked through several courtyards and appeared in front of a quiet wing. "Is it Jun'er," almost as soon as he appeared in front of the wing, a faint man's voice sounded in the ears of several people at the same time.

"Apprentice to meet the master," Yingjun immediately stopped when he heard this, and replied loudly with a solemn expression. "Your fourth and fifth uncles are also here, let's take the two of you into the house together." The clear voice seemed to be in a good mood, and said with a smile.

"Yes," said the handsome handsome, who did not dare to slack off, and while greeting the two of them, he walked quickly into the half-hidden wing. It was a delicate and elegant hall, except for a few pots of unknown green flowers and plants, and only a set of ebony tables and chairs were placed in it. Next to the table was sitting a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student, with a strange appearance, three strands of long black hair fluttering on his chest, and a sense of immortal wind and bones. >