Chapter 367: Master is on 16
Shu Yao knew what he was thinking, but she didn't blame him, after all, he was the head of a sect, and he naturally had many more things to worry about than others.
"Well, since my junior sister has made up her mind, I can't say anything more, if this is the case, when the time comes, the celebration can be carried out together with this apprenticeship ceremony, how about it?"
Ye Zhenti said slowly.
"Everything is up to Senior Brother, but I'm tired Senior Brother, it's good to let someone lead that child to my Qingfeng today."
Shu Yao said slowly.
"Hmm."
Ye Zhenti naturally nodded and agreed, and he still wanted to go in person, after all, he was the person that the little junior sister had a crush on, but he wanted to see what was going on.
After thinking so in his heart, Ye Zhenti had some calculations in his heart.
"Then I'll go back first."
Shu Yao said two more words before leaving.
After Shu Yao left, Ye Zhenti put on a magic weapon to hide his expression, and turned into a little boy.
He shook the dust in his hand and walked lightly to the outer door.
When Feng Zhushan stood in front of him, Ye Zhenti couldn't help but nodded, but he was really a young man with a beautiful spirit, just looking at it like this, it was not bad.
Ye Zhenti took a closer look at Xiu Wei again, he had already completed the great consummation of fetal breath, and it was obvious that he was only one foot away from the door, and he was about to build a foundation.
"What kind of spiritual root are you?"
Ye Zhenti saw that his bone age was only seventeen years old, and he was in the outer gate, and his cultivation was already so high.
Feng Zhushi looked at the boy in front of him who was half of his short body, and asked himself in a milky voice.
Although it was a little inexplicable, Feng Zhushan still answered truthfully.
"Five Spirit Roots."
Fengzhu is lonely and frank, and I don't feel anything bad at all.
Five Spiritual Roots??
It's just the Five Spirit Roots?
Ye Zhenti was slightly surprised in his heart, but on his immature face, nothing was revealed.
"You come with me."
Ye Zhenti was not very satisfied with his spiritual root, but this was the first time that the junior sister had accepted an apprentice in hundreds of years, and it was still determined by her.
He didn't have much to say.
When the meeting is over, he will go to see some matters related to this Feng Zhulone.
"Yes."
Feng Zhushi glanced at the pair of cards on his waist and walked behind him quietly.
Walking to the outer gate teleportation array, Ye Zhenti just took Feng Zhushan to the teleportation array at the foot of Qingfeng.
As soon as I went out of the teleportation array, I was already at the foot of Qingfeng, and there was a burst of birds and flowers here, and the fragrance was overflowing, which was dizzying.
"You go up from here!"
Ye Zhenti raised his hand slightly and pointed to the rugged mountain road on the side.
Feng Zhushi glanced at the portal in front of him, and then looked at the mountain road.
In the end, we still walked towards the mountain road.
Ye Zhenti hugged the dust, put his hands around his chest, and stood far away, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the light in his eyes was also great.
It's good to just look at him like that.
Half a cup of tea time passed, Ye Zhenti still did not leave, he held his head high, looking at the back of the wind and bamboo climbing on the lonely net.
Just now, he deliberately added some formations to this rugged mountain road, making such a road even more difficult.
However, if you want to be the apprentice of the little junior sister, you must do it well.
In the space where he was standing, Ye Zhenti called up the jade album of Feng Zhu Lonely again.
It's okay not to look at it, but I was surprised when I saw it.
It has been five years since Feng Zhu came to the sect, and at the age of twelve he was selected by his disciples to go to the mortal realm, because the spiritual root was inferior, so he was thrown to the outer gate to be a servant of sprinkling and sweeping.