Xue Baishou walked out of the giant pit with the golden scales, looked at the surrounding undulating mountains, turned sideways and said to the golden scales: "Choose a mountain!"

Jin Liang scratched his head and wondered, "What are you doing in the mountains?"

"Let's take a pick! You'll find out later. ”

Although Jin Liang was very puzzled, he still listened to Xue Baishou's words, pointed to an unknown mountain not far away, and said, "That's it!"

"The top of the mountain, the side of the mountain, or the bottom of the mountain?"

"Mountaintop!"

After Jin Liang finished speaking, Xue Baishou put his hand on his shoulder, and led him to the top of the nameless mountain in the blink of an eye.

"Pick a place!"

"There it is. Golden Scale pointed to the open area at the top of the mountain.

"Bang" Xue Baishou waved his fist, and the thick tree next to him fell down in response, Xue Baishou used his palm as a knife to make a five-foot plank from the thick trunk of the man.

"Take it. Xue Baishou handed the wooden board in his hand to the golden scale.

"What are you doing?"

"This is the rule of entering my sect! My disciples, after entering the school, will bury the past, and only in the future, after becoming a strong person who stands up to the heavens and the earth, will they be qualified to regain their past name. Xue Baishou said lightly.

Golden Scale was stunned with the wooden board in his hand, and his expression was gloomy, and finally after a short time, he came back to his senses, his eyes became resolute, he bit his finger, and wrote the words 'Tomb of Golden Scales' on the tombstone with red blood.

The traces left by the crimson blood were like runes, burying everything in the golden scales.

The golden scales set the tombstone aside, and with their white and tender hands, they cut through the soil full of sharp stones and piled up a simple tomb.

Golden Scale picked up the tombstone on the ground, stuck it the grave, and then removed the wolf's tooth necklace from his neck and hung it on the tombstone, a gift from his mother that he had always regarded as a treasure.

Hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and on the top of this nameless mountain, he swore that one day he would return here, take back the treasure given to him by his mother, and pick up the name that his mother had given him, and he would make this name resound throughout Kyushu, and at the same time, he would make the Gen clan pay for everything he had done.

Xue Baishou looked at the immature face of the golden scale, his eyes were full of longing, and he said thoughtfully: "How about you call Xue Yun in the future?"

Golden Scale didn't refute, just nodded slightly.

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After the event, Xue Baishou took Xue Yun back to the Medicine Pavilion, and before the two of them stepped into the range of the Medicine Pavilion, an earth-shattering roar came from a distance.

"Xue Baishou, you have to give me an explanation for today's events, otherwise don't blame the old man for turning his face and being ruthless. Zhou Sheng looked at the two people who came into sight and shouted.

Before Xue Baishou could speak, the wind curtain slowly fell, came to Xue Baishou's side, and said lightly: "Leave him alone, like a mad dog." ”

Xue Baishou nodded slightly, and then whispered in his ear: "Where did you just go, this mad dog has been waiting for you in the Medicine Pavilion, and you can't get rid of it." ”

"Let's go! Xue Baishou passed in front of Zhou Sheng, but he didn't even look at him, and completely treated him as air.

Xue Baishou's non-existent behavior made Zhou Sheng angry: "Xue Baishou, the old man is asking you." ”

Zhou Sheng was furious, but Xue Baishou still ignored him, he was originally here to vent his anger, but not only did he not get angry, but he also made the resentment in his chest more and more resentful.

"You're looking for death. Zhou Sheng's eyes cracked, and a palm burst out.

"You ······"

Seeing the momentum of the wind curtain, he burst out with a palm, wanting to stop Zhou Sheng, but Xue Baishou grabbed his arm and shook his head at him.

"Bang" Zhou Sheng's palm slapped on Xue Baishou's chest, and there was a muffled sound.

Zhou Sheng's palm did not make Xue Baishou take half a step back, but instead shook him back a few steps.

Zhou Sheng looked at Xue Baishou, his eyes were full of horror, and then he withdrew his almost numb arm tremblingly.

"Brother Xue, are you okay?" said one of the wind curtains with a worried face on his face and helped Xue Baishou.

"It's okay," Xue Baishou waved his hand calmly, and then looked at Zhou Sheng not far away.

"Elder Zhou, there is something that shouldn't have been told to you, but you are the acting dean, and in order to show my respect for you, I should still inform you. ”

"What's the matter?" Zhou Sheng put his numb hand behind his back and looked at Xue Baishou with a proud face.

Xue Baishou pulled Xue Yun to his side: "From now on, he will be a disciple of Tianfeng Academy." ”

"This is impossible, Tianfeng Academy does not accept waste. Zhou Sheng shouted.

"Nothing is impossible, I've already decided on this matter, I'm just telling you, not asking for your opinion. Xue Baishou smiled.

"You have decided, what are you, no one will agree to this matter, whether it is me, the dean, or the disciples and elders of the Heavenly Wind Academy. Zhou Sheng stared at Xue Baishou and said with a gloomy face.

"The dean will agree, the disciples and elders will agree, Elder Zhou will take a look!" Xue Baishou said lightly.

"Oh, I want to see which elder is so idle that he is willing to accept a waste as a disciple!" Zhou Sheng's face was full of mockery, and he glanced at Xue Yun, his eyes full of disdain.

"In this Tianfeng Academy, I'm still in a panic, Brother Xue might as well be ······"

"Teaching Xue Yun is not worrying about Brother Lao Feng and Elder Zhou, I already plan to take him as an apprentice and teach him personally. Xue Baishou looked at the two of them.

"Haha! What can you teach him? Can you teach him medicine? In that case, it's not impossible!" Zhou Sheng teased.

The eyes of the wind curtain were glowing with coldness, and he immediately shouted angrily: "Zhou Sheng, if you still want face, get out of here!"

"The ······ of the Wind Curtain"

Zhou Sheng's strength is in the Heavenly Saint Realm, except for the dean who left, he is the person with the highest status in the entire Tianfeng Academy, and Tianfeng Academy, no matter who he is, when he sees him, he has to call him Elder Zhou respectfully.

Even if it is the city lord of the Sealed Demon City, he will give himself three points of thin face, and the entire Sealed Demon City is only a curtain of wind, and he dares to call him by his name.

Although Zhou Sheng was angry, he was helpless, the law of Kyushu was the law of Kyushu, when the dean left, he warned Zhou Sheng, don't offend the wind curtain, the wind curtain's cultivation is unfathomable, it is very likely that he has exceeded the three-day realm and entered the four extremes realm! Even if the strong people of the entire Sealed Demon City are combined, they can't stop the power of his palm.

The dean is a powerhouse in the Tianzun realm, he is so in awe, Zhou Sheng naturally didn't dare to offend the wind curtain, and left in a gloomy manner, returning to Bishui Garden.

"Hmph!" Zhou Sheng was furious and slapped the wooden table beside him.

With a "bang", the entire table collapsed in an instant, turning into a pile of waste wood.

A young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old entered the hall from outside the house, looked at the pile of waste wood on the ground, and then looked at Zhou Sheng and said, "Grandpa, why are you so angry?" ”

The young man's name is Zhou Zhen, and he is Zhou Sheng's grandson.

"It's not that I'm angry with Xue Baishou and those two old things in the wind curtain. Zhou Sheng said coldly, and then looked at Zhou Zhen: "By the way, I heard Elder Qi say, you are already a fifth-order spiritual cultivator?"

"That's right, grandpa, my grandson broke through last night. Zhou Zhen nodded.

"Very good, worthy of my Zhou Sheng's grandson. Zhou Sheng looked at Zhou Zhen with a relieved face, and then told Zhou Zhen about today's events.

"Hmph! I didn't expect him to accept that waste as a disciple, grandpa, don't worry, since he is Xue Baishou's disciple, then I will definitely not let him have a good time." Zhou Zhen said with a gloomy face.

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The wind curtain handed the wine jar in his hand to Xue Baishou: "Brother Xue, look at what I brought you today!"

Xue Baishou took the wine jar, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and said with an intoxicated face: "This is the best pear blossom drunk." ”

"That's right, Brother Xue is really well-informed, and even this kind of wine produced in Shangen Prefecture knows it. One of the wind curtains admired his face.

"I've only heard of it. "Xue Baishou

A faint smile.

"Bang!" Just when the two of them were in high spirits, the closed wooden door of the medicine pavilion was kicked open.

"Old thing, leave in a hurry, I really thought you had something big, it turned out that you came to drink again. The young man outside the door shouted angrily.

"Yichen, don't be rude. The Wind Curtain reprimanded.

The young man in front of the Medicine Pavilion is the grandson of the wind curtain, named Feng Yichen.

"Yichen, come, let me introduce you. Xue Baishou beckoned to Feng Yichen, and then pulled Xue Yun to his side: "This is my disciple, Xue Yun." ”

Feng Yichen walked into the courtyard gate and looked at Xue Yun with a look of surprise: "Oh! Grandpa Xue's disciple!"

"Hello junior brother! I'm Feng Yichen, just call me senior brother!" Feng Yichen came to Xue Yun, put his hand on his shoulder, and patted him gently.

"Hello senior brother!" Xue Yun said.

"En!" Feng Yichen nodded lightly, then looked at the wind curtain with an indifferent expression, and then glanced at the wine jar in front of Xue Baishou: "Just this altar?"

The old face of the wind curtain turned red, and he couldn't cover it, and then spread out his palm, and in a flash, a jar of wine appeared: "Take it!"

Feng Yichen took the wine jar, put it on the table, and then moved his gaze to the body of the wind curtain and stared at him silently.

Finally, after a long time, the wind curtain could not hold it, and let out a lament, the light of the ring on his hand flickered, and another jar of wine appeared in his palm.

"Hey!"

"Take it!"

Feng Yichen took the wine jar, and then still stared at the wind curtain indifferently, and said coldly: "And!"

"No more. One of the wind curtains said in pain.

"If it's the last altar, are you so happy?" Feng Yichen sneered, who else in this world knows more about the wind curtain than him?

"Three altars are enough, exactly three people. "The Way of the Wind Curtain

"There are obviously four people, take them out quickly. ”

"This little ghost, so small, doesn't drink at all. The wind curtain looked at Xue Yundao.

"Ridiculous, men in the world, how can there be a reason not to drink, even if not, I, as a senior brother, can teach him, don't grind, take it out quickly. ”

"Hey!" Feng Muzhi obviously couldn't resist his grandson, so he took out another jar of wine and handed it to Feng Yichen.

Feng Yichen took it, and then hugged it to Xue Yun: "Senior brother, come, this is yours." ”

"Thank you, brother. Xue Yun took it and said gratefully.

"Really, you don't call me every time you drink. Feng Yichen complained.

"Hey. The face of the wind curtain was full of helplessness, and he looked at Xue Baishou with a slightly embarrassed look.

"Brother Feng doesn't have to feel embarrassed, I'm used to it. Xue Baishou smiled.

"Hey. The sigh of the wind curtain became louder, and it was obvious that Xue Baishou's words had hit him a lot.

"Brother Xue, I advise you not to let Xue Yun drink, otherwise······ Tut!" The wind curtain couldn't help but shake his head.

"Ahh Feng Yichen drank all the wine in the wine jar in one breath, looked at the two old men who were staring at him with a puzzled face, and then looked at the two jars of wine on the table, and said: "If you don't drink it, then I'm welcome." ”

Feng Yichen stretched out his two hands and took the two jars of wine on the table into his arms.

"Bang" Xue Yun put the wine jar heavily on the table, obviously drunk and dizzy, not light or heavy.

"Senior brother, continue. Seeing this, Feng Yichen directly handed a jar of wine to Xue Yun's arms.

"Eh, eh, ······" The wind curtain wanted to stop it, but Feng Yichen didn't give him a chance at all, and picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

"Eh, leave me some little ghost!" The Wind Curtain wanted to stop Xue Yun, but Xue Yun was the same.

"Hey!" the wind curtain fell on the seat, looking at Xue Baishou with a helpless expression.

"Hey!" Xue Baishou was the same.