Jiuhui was on the side for some reason, her eyes crimson. Yes! The cape is back, although he no longer has the memory of his previous life, and his name is back, so his memory should be coming back soon.

Mao Zheng smiled and took the waist card. I think that when the Nine Heavens Xuannu made the "Green Capsule Cape Sutra", there were a few people who obtained the essence of the Tao, and now I Mao Zheng not only got the true inheritance, but also carried forward this avenue, especially this formation must be collected.

"At this time, Jiuhui's robe." Yan Jinzhong asked someone to take out the same robe, the difference is that on Jiuhui's robe is a colorful phoenix, and there is also a bottle of elixir, the code of the sect.

Only when giving up a nickname, Jiuhui still used his own name and did not give other nicknames.

At this time, the Void Son and Hua Rong returned to the Refining Void Realm, and Mao Zheng and Jiuhui were respectively taken to the Refining Pavilion and Danfeng Pavilion by the deacon in charge of the palace.

When I came to the Refining Pavilion, I saw that the people here, whether they were outer disciples or inner disciples, were all busy. Some cultivators, some refiners, all do their own things in their hands.

Even when the pavilion master came out, his eyes were full of red, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

"Haha! The disciple came just in time. I am the strength of the seven pavilion masters, Guo Fu, I learned earlier that you were already a refiner of that level, and this time you have made our refining pavilion status rise a lot. Hahaha! ”

When I looked up, the pavilion owner was a middle-aged short and fat man, walking like a ball rolling, with a pair of small eyes that were round and round, and his smile looked very obscene.

"Mao Zheng also asked the pavilion master to take care of and include it." Mao Zheng arched his hand.

"Definitely, definitely! I'm still very busy, and I'm refining a ground-level weapon for the Holy Son, so I don't dare to accompany you more, so I asked the deacon to take you to the cave. I'll see you later. After Guo Fu finished speaking, he hurriedly walked into the back room.

"Refining weapons for the Holy Son? What is the origin of the Son? With doubts, Mao Zheng followed the deacon to his own cave.

The cave was dug in a secluded place, and there was a garden built at the door, and there was a small piece of land in the garden, in which some medicinal herbs were planted, which seemed to be very few, but there were many types. Looking around, Mao Zheng only knew a dozen or so ginseng strains among them.

There are more than a dozen pots of flowers and plants, which look very peculiar and beautiful, and there is a stone table and four stone benches in the courtyard. Obviously, this is for drinking tea and enjoying the flowers. This simple and elegant environment made Mao Zheng very satisfied.

The cave is directly dug out on the stone wall, walk in and see, only to see that all the carvings are very perfect, the edge of the stone bed is carved with reliefs, the flowers and plants on it are very exquisite, and the bed is a wooden bookshelf, a water tank, a wooden table and other living facilities. Compared to when I was with Qingxuzi, I don't know how many times better.

The deacon wiped the ring between his fingers, only to take out a brand-new futon from it, put it on Mao Zheng's bed, and then told Mao Zheng some rules that the sect must follow, and left.

As a personal disciple, Mao can have a position, but these are waiting for the cabinet master to be appointed in person, so in the past few days, Mao Zheng can only wait for the cabinet master to be idle and personally appointed.

The wait was long, and Mao Zheng was rarely idle, so he simply cultivated. This cultivation entered the state, and only woke up when he faintly felt that he was about to break through to the eighty percent of soul refining.

I'm so hungry! Mao Zheng thought of what the deacon said, this meal is in the early morning and evening every day.

Standing in the courtyard, Mao was looking at the sky, it seemed that it was still half a morning, and he thought that it would be better to have a look at the canteen, to see if there was still food, and to recognize the way.

So Mao Zheng followed the path pointed out by the deacon in advance, and the outer disciples and inner disciples who passed by along the way saluted one after another when they saw Mao Zheng wearing an embroidered dragon silver robe, and they all said: "Hello senior brother!" ”

This made Mao Zheng earn enough eyeballs and was very excited.

You must know that there are still some middle-aged and white-haired old men among the inner and outer disciples, at first these people called themselves, he felt awkward, but later he saw a lot, and he also understood that this world is respected by the strong, where is his identity and status, and the inner and outer disciples here dare not be more polite. So although I am very young, I should still be called a senior brother.

Calculated that his real age is almost twenty-six years old, and it is not very small, but now this Jiuhui has achieved his divine skills and has become such a childish appearance.

When I came to the cafeteria, I saw that it was very clean inside, and there was not a single person who used food at all, only a few canteen management personnel were dozing off on the long table.

Mao was going in and alarmed them. One person raised his head and saw Mao Zheng stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

Mao Zheng also paid attention to him at this time, and at a glance, this was not Liu Gui who came all the way up the mountain. Mao Zheng also smiled, unexpectedly meeting an acquaintance here.

"Ahh Brother Mao. Liu Gui had already stood up and shouted excitedly.

A few people lying on the table also raised their heads and looked at Mao Zheng, and when they saw Mao Zheng's clothes clearly, they all quickly stood up and shouted in unison: "Senior brother, good!" ”

A young man next to Liu Gui also pulled the corner of Liu Gui's clothes. whispered: "You are looking for death, at this time, you still call the eldest brother, call the senior brother." ”

"Ahh Division...... Brother! Liu Gui was clearly frightened, although it was Mao Zheng who came together in front of him, but now his identity is so noble. This is something he can't imagine, but he is more happy in his heart, Mao Zheng is here, and he is still a disciple, so he will have a bright future.

"What brother? Liu Gui, you will still call me Brother Mao in the future. Mao Zheng said with a smile. For Liu Gui, who went up the mountain together, Mao Zheng still had a good impression.

"Senior brother nodded and became your eldest brother, your blessing has arrived. Don't hurry up and worship big brother! The young man next to him pulled Liu Guiyi and told him to hurry up and worship.

Liu Gui has been on the mountain for half a year, although he has entered the sect, but because the realm of his cultivation is only the second layer of spirit refining, he can only be an outer disciple, and to do the inner door, he must reach the realm of building the foundation, and he doesn't know what year or month it will be until he builds the foundation.

And at the outer gate, there are many things to do. Because his actual age was there, he was measured in his work, so he was arranged in the most comfortable place in this refining pavilion - the cafeteria. Otherwise, you have to do chores every day.

But it's such a place, and it's also very tiring. Every day, I have to cultivate, I have to make food for thousands of people in the Refining Pavilion, and I have to learn to refine the weapons. Sometimes he was bullied by the inner disciples, so this broke his imagination of the sect, but with his love for cultivation, he has been persevering, hoping to reach the foundation building realm soon, and then he will leap into the dragon gate.

There is also the fact that he was favored by an inner disciple, and it is not bad to be a boy who watches the fire, and his life is very comfortable. But there are so many inner disciples, and they all have their own fire-watching boys, what a sad thing it is, and a lot of helplessness.