But the skin is the skin, and the cultivation of a cadre has not fallen, except for the old six and seven who are still young, and they have not yet married a Dan before they are fifteen, the rest of the people have already formed a Dan, and Lin Chen has become a golden pill at the age of thirteen.

There is a custom in the cultivation world, but all those who enter the inner sect of the sect are changed to the surname of the master, so the Zhongling faction is surnamed Lin, and after the disciple cultivates the golden pill, the master will give the number and start casting the sword for it.

Sixteen-year-old to take the word, when there is a number depends on your own understanding. For example, Lin Chen has a number and then a word, the word Yunxing, and the number Yinchuan Jun.

His sword is also like himself, light and agile, the sword is famous and cloudy, and it flows like a white cloud, so beautiful.

Cheng Anzun and Min Huazun flew to the White Gate with Lin Yunxing. After flying for about an hour, I finally came to the front of the White Gate Mountain Gate.

This sect is built on the mountain, unlike the Zhongling sect built on the flat land next to the West Lake. From the foot of the mountain to go up 500 steps to the front of the mountain gate, two protégés guarded in front of the door, both dressed in white door blue school uniforms, head tied with green rope, only the inner door children school uniform has maple leaf embroidery, with a silver crown.

The school uniform of the Zhong Ling faction is white, and the inner disciples embroider the Qingyun pattern. Cheng Anzun is the head of the faction, and he is also dressed in white, but the clothes are embroidered with white clouds, and the flower is like to wear purple clothes, and his hair is tied up with purple ribbons.

The protégé of the white door saw these three, hurriedly opened the door and invited them in, and informed the head of the house. The three of them, led by the gatekeeper, walked through the pavilion and water pavilion and came to a small building with a plaque

"Yangyun Pavilion", this is the living room of the White Gate, this name is very elegant, Lin Yunxing looked around, saw that this pavilion was built on the top of the mountains, the mountains and clouds and smoke are gathered here, and it really deserves this name.

The head of tomorrow, Mo Shuitian, came with his apprentices, and after some greetings, he was introduced into the cabinet. The Yushan faction has not yet arrived, Mo Shuitian beckoned everyone to sit down, and each person had a small case in front of him, and there were some melons, fruits and tea on the case.

Bai Men has always been a little talker, and the disciples are all like masters, with few words and good words, Mo Shuitian has a son and eight inner disciples, and only three people attended this time, wearing the same blue maple leaf suit, sitting under Mo Shuitian's seat.

The eldest disciple Qing Shui Jun Mo Chengmian and the second disciple of the Zhong Ling Sect, Qing Xinzi, were engaged by the master, his face was like a crown of jade, his face was kind, and he had met Lin Yunxing several times, and when he saw Lin Yunxing looking at him, he bowed his head slightly.

The second disciple Mo Chengye, his appearance is much worse than Mo Chengmian, he is rigid and solemn, he heard that there is a punishment in the sect, Lin Yunxing quickly looked away, this kind of person, he has a toothache when he looks at it more.

The third disciple is the son of Mo Shuitian, Han Chanjun Mo Chengyan, he is the same age as Lin Yunxing, and he also has the name of early wisdom.

A blue school uniform was worn on him, and he wore the color of the breeze and the moon. A pair of Ruifeng eyes added a bit of softness to this unsmiling face for no reason.

He saw Lin Yunxing looking at him with a big grin, his eyes seemed to see a beautiful girl, and a wave of annoyance came to his heart, and he lowered his head and ignored it, Lin Yunxing was bored with himself, and concentrated on studying the melon and fruit tea in front of him.

Cheng Anzun and Tomorrow Jun were discussing something, and he listened without saying a word, hoping that the master would finish talking earlier, so that he could go out for a walk.