He is the first person in the swordsmanship of Miaohuamen, and the cold and noble Baihong Peak Peak Lord Yue Ren Zhenjun. As the lord of a peak, there are few first towers as idle as him. However, he was indifferent by nature, did not like mundane things, and had no intention of teaching his disciples and grandchildren. Over time, the head seat of the old friend peak is prosperous, alone, one person and one peak, the fairy mansion, happy to be free.

He never thought of accepting apprentices, and he was also in the hidden hall, and he was just tidying up the rules for the immortal gate when he was bored.

On that day, he was also surprised when he received a letter from the master of Wenxiu Hall congratulating him that he had an apprentice.

Because he was lazy, in order to avoid accepting apprentices, he did leave a message that those who wanted to be his apprentices needed to pick off the monochrome five-color lotus. Five-colored lotus is born with five colors, nearly 10,000 five-colored lotus plants in Miaohua Mountain, no one has ever seen a monochrome lotus. Including him, it was just a glimpse of a plant by chance.

The growth conditions and opening conditions of the pure white five-colored lotus are extremely harsh, could it be that it was that one that was obtained?

He couldn't help but flick his sleeves, he didn't even have a flying sword, and shrunk to the outer peak. But he found that several old friends had come earlier than him, and they were looking around the female cultivator who had fainted on the ground with a scaly wound in his body, and the female cultivator was holding a white five-colored lotus in her hand.

Female nuns? He felt slightly weird.

He was born with a close path, and his five senses were psychic, and it seemed that it shouldn't be her.

However, looking at the look of everyone's eyes to see his reaction, he glanced at the girl lying on the ground, and nodded to the master of Wenxiu Hall with joy or sadness: "Write her to my name." ”

Several old friends happily touched their beards, "Okay." Okay, good, I didn't expect to see Ziyue as an apprentice in my lifetime! ”

From now on. He also has apprentices.

However, teaching an apprentice is a troublesome task, especially if she is a delicate and delicate female apprentice. And he's a man who doesn't like trouble.

casually cast a healing spell, and dug a hole with a flick of his fingers as an apprentice's cultivation cave. He threw his disciple into the cave and gave alms.

Apprentice, of course, what the master says is what it is. Besides, he always felt that something was weird.

The last time he saw his apprentice was a few hours later, and the neatly cleaned girl stood in front of the tall building where he lived with her eyebrows bowed and her head bowed. shouted with all his might: "Disciple Shui Lingsu has seen Yue Ren Zhenjun. ”

The voice is crisp, like a beautiful oriole bird.

He watched her quietly for a long time. Throw her a scroll of jade slips: "Door-to-door kung fu, come back to me when you practice to the third level." ”

What he threw out was the advanced introductory kendo exercise, "Lingxiao Sword Technique". Although the sect has the "Miaohua Heart Method" for the disciples to build a foundation, it is not bad. But his disciples. Naturally, it can't be too shabby.

Moreover. "Lingxiao Sword Technique" is difficult and complicated, in addition to the qualifications of cultivators, it also emphasizes perseverance, without a firm heart to the Dao, and cultivating to the third level in three months is tantamount to a fool's dream.

He wants to test the heart of the only female disciple.

Seeing her innocent, frowning, and looking like she had been raised with arrogance, he actually didn't hope how tough her temperament would be. Although she got a pure white five-colored lotus.

Cause and effect, everything in the world is cause and effect. Yue Ren Zhenjun is a person who believes in cause and effect, and he is also a person who does not believe in cause and effect.

However, three months later, the girl's voice sounded crisply, "Master, the disciple has already cultivated to the third level. ”

He spread his mind to feel her progress, and found that it was. Not only did he complete the goal, but he also cultivated to the middle stage of the third level.

"Yes, starting tomorrow, I will go to the bottom of Qingxin Peak every day to pick ten Sichuan broken grasses."

Bai Hongfeng is not close to Qingxin Peak, and he has felt the exercises for so long, so let's strengthen my lower physique now.

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

The girl's crisp voice sounded crisply and neatly, without dragging the mud and water.

With smart qualifications, a firm Dao heart, and no pretentiousness, his cheap disciple seems to be pretty good. For the first time, Yue Ren Zhenjun had the intention of seriously teaching his apprentices, although Jian Xin was his first disciple, he had no habit of teaching disciples before that.

In the end, how to teach the disciples, the Yue Ren Zhenjun is a little hesitant, others teach the disciples to look at its glorious lintel, he has no requirements for the disciples, punish the evil and promote the good, he just do it.

Picking herbs and hunting demon beasts, he constantly releases new tasks to help his disciples hone their muscles, bones, and hearts. The girl's obviously jumping heart was able to endure the completion of the pile, which surprised him very much.

The sun rises and the moon sets, as time passes day by day, the master and apprentice get along with each other with a tacit understanding, and Yue Ren Zhenjun actually thinks that it is not bad to have a disciple.

His apprentice had secrets, which he had known early on. He is the master of the hidden hall, and he is in charge of the torture and interrogation of the Miaohua Gate, and the large and small movements in the Miaohua Gate naturally cannot escape his eyes, although he has no interest in snooping on other people's secrets.

Jian Xin had a senior brother before apprenticeship, but they didn't come and go closely.

Kenshin seems to have a grudge against a female cultivator, who is charming and cold, and has a good relationship with her disciples and her fellow brothers.

These junior things, he laughed, Jian Xin is a good girl, she is firm, how can these things stump her. However, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, if the master of the sword cultivator comes forward, he will not be a vegetarian.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, and the Kenshin realm has been continuously consolidated, reaching the late stage of foundation building. He refined a hairpin for her, the hairpin was small and cleverly hidden in her hair, but it turned out to be a spiritual weapon, he helped her practice a jade sword, and hid a few divine senses during the period. Looking at the apprentices he cultivated single-handedly, going out of the mountains to experience, making friends, and clumsily accumulating points for the master. He would sometimes be in a good mood and post a paddling or two for her to collect experience.

It was very interesting to see the girl smiling happily at her residence, and she looked like a dog.

That day, he inexplicably felt a little restless, and his concentration was actually the breath of the sword heart.

North of Xuanji Peak, a sparsely populated place. When his mind swept away, he saw Kenshin staggering back, and shouted in fright: "Who are you a demon who dares to blend into my Miaohua Gate, I will definitely return to my master and arrest you." ”

"Master, hehe, it's more appropriate for you to go to the Netherworld Mansion to complain."

That disciple's face was full of evil, and the sword was swirling with black qi, and the aura released was actually the cultivation of the late stage of Jindan. Miaohua Gate has always been in the middle of the kung fu peace, this kind of evil and ruthless, the more people Zhenjun knew that it was the head of the Tianzhuo Gate, and did the ghost trick to send the door in.

The hidden hall needs to be strengthened, he couldn't help but snort coldly. Shot at his disciple, is he really dead, Yue Ren Zhenjun snorted coldly, and wanted to hurt the sword heart to ask the sword in his hand first.

(I don't feel like everyone likes to read it, so let's write half of it, and if you like it, please line up.) (To be continued.) )