Seven days later. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today is a great joy for the Kunlun faction.

I saw that outside the main hall, within a radius of more than ten miles, there were colorful lights, and the ground was full of tables and chairs, and spiritual wine and delicacies were placed.

Not only that, but the Kunlun faction also invited all decent people to come to Kunlun to watch the ceremony in just seven days.

It's just because their Supreme Elder Qingsong Zhenren wants to worship their ancestors and burn incense today, and accept apprentices on behalf of their teachers!

Let's say, the main peak of the Kunlun faction.

"Congratulations to the real person."

"Congratulations, congratulations! Real man, I have a sword here."

On the platform outside the main hall, where Qingsong Zhenren took Liu Xiaodong to pass, the voice of congratulations, and the people who gave gifts alone were endless.

"This is the disciple of the head of the Wudang faction, and that is the junior disciple of the head of the Emei faction."

And Qingsong Zhenren also took Liu Xiaodong to introduce him to celebrities and elders from various sects, and they also got acquainted with each other.

"The stone boy is here too."

But when Qingsong Zhenren passed by a table, he suddenly saw an old man and couldn't help but say hello.

And the old man seemed to be hiding something before, but after hearing the roll call of Qingsong Zhenren at this time, he had to get up and salute, "The real person accepts the apprentice on behalf of the ancestor, how dare I not come?" ”

The old man said, looked at Liu Xiaodong, and said in appreciation: "The real person is really a good eye, not to mention anything else, just from my point of view, this young man is a talent."

"How?" Qingsong Zhenren was overjoyed today, and couldn't help but quipped to the old man: "Do you want to compete with the old man?"

"How dare you." The head of the Hengshan faction smiled bitterly, then picked up the brocade box from the table, and said to Liu Xiaodong with a proud face: "It just so happens that the old man has a thousand-year-old ginseng here, and I specially give it to this young man!"

"I... This.."

Liu Xiaodong looked at the brocade box in front of him, and then looked at Qingsong Zhenren.

It's not that he doesn't want it, Liu Xiaodong has already collected a lot of treasures along the way, and there are a lot of things that are better than ginseng.

He looked at Qingsong Zhenren and meant that the Qingsong Daoist had not yet been introduced, and he didn't know what to call the person in front of him.

"Haha, junior brother is not going to thank you soon." And Qingsong Daoist seemed to know what Liu Xiaodong thought, and said to him with a straight face: "This is the head of the Hengshan faction, and he is also your senior nephew!"

Liu Xiaodong was speechless when he heard this, closed his eyes and thought for a while, when he looked at the wrinkled old man in front of him, he was ruthless in his heart, took out the demeanor of an elder, and said with his hands behind his back: "I will accept this thing from Master Wang, and you can send someone to the main hall!"

"Well, that's what my nephew should do."

Qingsong Zhenren and the previous head of the Hengshan faction are the same generation.

Therefore, these heads avoided Liu Xiaodong and only let the apprentices and grandchildren give gifts, just because Liu Xiaodong's seniority is quite high.

And the head of the Hengshan faction has just come here, and he hasn't found a hiding place yet, so he was arrested and arrested.

At this time, he sensed that the rest of the leaders who were secretly watching his jokes around the conference could not help but feel desolate.

"Uncle Shi didn't call me in vain, I'm still too young!"

At noon, the ceremony begins.

Tens of thousands of monks were silent, all surrounded outside the hall, and a large and small open space with a radius of 100 meters in the center was facing the main hall.

The Qingsong real person stood in the center, and after worshipping the sky and burning incense, he knelt down with Liu Xiaodong to the statue of the main hall.

"Today, Wudang, Hengshan, Emei.."

"Witness! Qingsong accepted Liu Xiaodong as a disciple! ”

...

Ten days later, at night.

The three figures were heading towards the back mountain of Kunlun.

"Can you please not follow?" The first one said to the two behind him with some impatience: "I'm just doing some private things, and besides, in Kunlun Mountain, who can be unfavorable to me?"

Under the moonlight, the figure was revealed, but it was Liu Xiaodong.

"Uncle Shi, don't embarrass us." A person behind him replied.

"Yes, Uncle Shi, don't embarrass us" The other person cried with a sad face, he saw Liu Xiaodong standing in place, as if he was a little angry, and couldn't help but feel nervous.

"What if Uncle Shi doesn't let us follow? How do you explain when you go back? ”

He thought of the cold-faced Punishment Hall Elder, and suddenly shuddered, and then said: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, think about it, if you are choked by the stones on the road and hurt your muscles and bones, we just can't protect them well, and we will definitely lose a layer of skin when we go back!"

After finishing speaking, this person cried loudly, hoping that Uncle Shi would pity him.

Obviously, for Liu Xiaodong, who is better at speaking, they are more afraid of the punishment of the punishment hall.

"If you want to follow, follow along."

After Liu Xiaodong heard it, he immediately knew that it was useless to say anything, so he couldn't help but sigh and walked forward.

"Thank you, Uncle Shi!"

When the two heard this, they were ecstatic and hurried to follow.

"When is this day going to be the end?"

On the way to the back mountain, Liu Xiaodong looked at the person in front of him opening the road, and the person in the back beat his back with a flattering face, feeling helpless.

This is Qingsong Zhenren who is afraid that Liu Xiaodong will make a mistake, so he specially selected two disciples who are the pinnacle of foundation building with eyes, and specially protects Liu Xiaodong day and night.

And the news of his talent, except for everyone present that day, Kunlun was silent, and even the day of his apprenticeship was not leaked to the rest of the people.

Those who watched the ceremony only thought that Liu Xiaodong was extremely talented, and thought that there was a subordinate, but just like this, those leaders were envious.

And inside Kunlun Mountain, all the elders now regard Liu Xiaodong as their own son, although this son is a bit older.

But it didn't hinder it at all, and the divine weapon elixir was sent to Liu Xiaodong in batches.

When the elders' own disciples saw it, they were all stunned.

In their thinking, their master is selfless, honest and honest, and not afraid of power!

"I didn't expect that there is a little master in the sect, isn't it just a little older? Can you use it to stutter, is it possible? The little master is the illegitimate son of the ancestor master? "Now the thoughts of the disciples.

They feel that their masters must have suddenly become like this for the purpose of some unreliable person...

However, he said that Liu Xiaodong walked to the simple house in the back mountain, and when the disciples outside the house saw it, they quickly knelt on the ground and saluted.

"Uncle Shi is good!"

"Uncle Shi Zu and the two uncles are good!"

"Hurry up."

Kneeling down outside the house, Liu Xiaodong saw it, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Everyone should rest, and everyone should rest, and everyone should cultivate."

"Thank you, Uncle Shi!"

Everyone got up, clasped their fists and saluted Liu Xiaodong, then whispered to each other and left.

"What is Uncle Ancestor doing here?"

"Who knows?"

"Isn't it? To practice what evil skills, you need a living person! Whispering.

"Shh One person was panicked, and after seeing that Liu Xiaodong was not abnormal, he hurriedly pulled the man away.

They didn't know that Liu Xiaodong had heard it.

"To practice evil skills, I will also practice with you first." Liu Xiaodong was speechless.

"Uncle Shi is so late, what are you doing in Houshan when you are old? Need my help? I am a deacon in the back mountain, surnamed Ma, you can just call me a pony. ”

At this moment, a fat figure wearing a brocade robe that was out of place in the post-depression mountain came to Liu Xiaodong and saluted, with a flattering look on his greasy face.

"Well, where is Wu Jian?"

Liu Xiaodong was not polite, and asked directly, he was tired of such a character.

"Wu Jian? That stupid big guy who came here just ten days ago? Why did Uncle Shi ask about him? Deacon Ma thought in his heart and asked tentatively: "Uncle Shi, what are you looking for him, I'll pass it on."

"No, you don't." Liu Xiaodong waved his hand and said impatiently: "You tell me where Wu Jian is, and I can find him myself."