Late at night.

Qingyun Dao Sect.

Inside the dining room.

Taihua Daoist sat in the first place, and the remaining seven disciples sat in two rows on the left and right.

It's already the third watch.

The entire Qingyun Dao Sect seemed very quiet.

Except for the sound of insects, there is nothing unusual.

A candle burned, illuminating the long table.

The Taihua Dao people looked at these disciples with seriousness and seriousness, and then took the lead in breaking the silence.

"I guess the chief has already told you everything."

"Now the competition among the major sects in Qingzhou is in full swing, and it is rumored that in a few years, the Dali Pavilion of the Qingzhou Sect will purge some sects that are not in the stream, so we must let the Qingyun Dao Sect be promoted to a third-grade sect within these two years."

"And this key point lies in your little junior brother, if you want to advance to the third grade, there must be eight disciples in the sect, and now that a new disciple has finally come, you must be cautious, don't let him discover the true situation of our sect, otherwise, as before, just turn your face and be ruthless, and smear our Qingyun Dao Sect everywhere, it is really a few white-eyed wolves."

Taihua Daoren said solemnly.

"I'll get it."

Everyone lowered their voices and replied with serious expressions.

It was only soon that a voice sounded.

"Master, if our Qingyun Dao Sect wants to advance to the third grade, this process will take at least a year and a half, although the senior brother has already bluffed this little junior brother, but the problem is that paper can't contain the fire after all, as long as this little junior brother cultivates, sooner or later he will find out about the situation of our sect."

A disciple opened his mouth and couldn't help but say like this.

As soon as he said this, the Taihua Daoist shook his head disapprovingly.

"I have already thought of a plan for the teacher."

"The third child, you're right, paper can't hold the fire after all, but I can drag it later!"

"Changyu has already frightened your little junior brother, and it can be seen as a teacher that your little junior brother has great respect for cultivating immortals, and he will definitely not leave in a short period of time, as for cultivation, it can be delayed! Keep dragging! Drag it to the end and then teach him to cultivate immortals. ”

"From tomorrow, Changyu will teach him swordsmanship, how outrageous how to come, one is to bluff him, the other is to drag on time, if one day he feels that practicing swords is boring, Luo Chen will teach him the art of alchemy."

"For the teacher, the seven of you take turns to teach, one person teaches for two months, and a year will pass in a hurry, even if he finds out about the situation of our sect at that time, it will not help, understand?"

The Taihua Daoist looked like he was holding a wisdom bead, which made all the disciples nod their heads.

It's just that the second woman on the right can't help but speak.

The woman has a sweet appearance, she looks a little smaller than Ye Ping, and she is the little junior sister of the sect, but now she is Ye Ping's little sister.

"Master, this method sounds okay, but this little junior brother is not a stupid person, sooner or later he will ask some questions about cultivation, if it is asked about the disciple's head, how should he answer?"

This is the little junior sister of Qingyun Dao Sect, Chen Lingrou.

"It's simple." The Taihua Daoist almost didn't think about it, and replied directly: "Teach him some basic cultivation methods, but exaggerate them a little more, exaggerate the exercises, and say that the same level of qi training, and the monks who practice Qingyun Qi Determination are stronger than those in the same realm." ”

"But I also want to remind you that our Qingyun Qi Cultivation focuses on self-cultivation and laying a solid foundation, otherwise he really thinks he is strong in the future, and it will be bad to fight with other monks."

Taihua Dao people are also kind-hearted, and specially explained that the exercises are just a technique for self-cultivation, so as not to make Ye Pingzhen feel very strong and aggressive.

"Understood."

Chen Lingrou nodded, signaling to understand.

"Okay, in the next period of time, you must not communicate too much with this junior brother, keep it as mysterious as possible, he doesn't look for you, don't look for him, the future of the sect depends on you."

In the end, Taihua Daoren's tone was more firm, but his voice was not loud, worried about disturbing Ye Ping.

"I'll understand!"

The crowd replied again in a low voice, their faces full of determination.

"Okay, adjourn."

The next moment, the Taihua Daoist people left this place, and the rest of the disciples also left.

At this moment.

Within the Qingyun Dao Sect.

The sky is full of stars, and it looks extremely bright.

Ye Ping lay on the bed, looking at the sky outside the window, his heart was full of anticipation.

Three years ago, he crossed into this world.

At first, I was really at a loss and lonely, but fortunately, I was an optimist, so I quickly adapted to the world.

Now I didn't expect this to be a world of cultivating immortals.

For cultivating immortals, Ye Ping is full of passion, perhaps because he likes to watch some gods and demons since he was a child, Ye Ping is full of curiosity and expectation for cultivating immortals.

He doesn't have too many extravagant hopes, what becomes an immortal as an ancestor, what awakens to the power of the world, and is drunk and lying on the knees of beauties.

Ye Ping's idea is very simple, relying on cultivating immortals, living for a few hundred more years, finding someone he likes, getting married and having children, and spending this life happily.

However, Ye Ping also knew that the path of cultivation was extremely long, and the dangers in it were unimaginable.

Therefore, we must be cautious and careful in doing things in the future, and the most important thing is to persevere, and not be discouraged because it is a little difficult.

Being a human being in two lives has made Ye Ping mature a lot, although he is not full of enthusiasm, but he has also gained maturity and perseverance that ordinary people do not have.

"I don't know what my talent is."

On the bed, Ye Ping's heart was full of curiosity.

Although he tested it out to be a spiritless root, Ye Ping always felt that he shouldn't be so bad.

As long as it's not too bad, he can accept it.

In this way, Ye Ping did not fall asleep until late at night.

But the next day.

Ye Ping woke up early.

He didn't snooze, on the contrary, he was more diligent and hard-working than when he was studying, after all, cultivating immortals and reading are completely different concepts.

Bang bang.

Just when Ye Ping had just woken up, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Ye Ping subconsciously spoke, then got up, and before he could open the door, a familiar voice sounded.

"Little junior brother, on the orders of the master, the senior brother came to teach you the way of the sword, after a stick of incense, I will wait for you at the back cliff of the sect."

It was Su Changyu's voice.

After Ye Ping heard this, he immediately opened his mouth to respond.

"Okay, thank you, brother."

The voice fell, and Su Changyu left the place.

And Ye Ping also washed up immediately.

At the same time, I tidied up my robe and tried to make a good impression.

After tidying up, Ye Ping opened the door and walked towards the back cliff, and the whole person was also full of excitement.

But there was also some nervousness in the excitement.

Ye Ping is mainly worried about qualifications.

If your qualifications are too low and you are disliked by your senior brother, wouldn't it seem a little embarrassing?

But soon Ye Ping comforted himself again, feeling that the favorite thing of the Hidden World Sect was to train waste wood, if it was a genius, what was the point?

Does genius need someone to teach?

Is there a great sense of accomplishment in teaching a genius and a sense of accomplishment in teaching a waste of wood?

Thinking of this, Ye Ping's nervous mood gradually stabilized.

It was also when Ye Ping was thinking wildly.

Finally, he came to the back cliff.