"No, after the breakfast meeting, it is the morning martial arts, so the elders will go to breakfast, no one dares not to go, let me tell you, in the base camp, even the head of the family will attend the breakfast meeting, and if you are lucky, you can even talk to him. Zhang Mengmeng let go of the hand holding Yinchen as she spoke, and walked towards the special cafeteria for female disciples, and then Yinchen saw that those female disciples flashed to both sides, automatically making way of a road that could allow at least three people to pass, and respectfully waiting for Zhang Mengmeng to pass first.

Only then did Yinchen know that his cheap sister's prestige among the junior disciples of the Demon Pavilion was actually so high.

"My sister is so dragged. Silver Dust sighed, and a feeling of happiness welled up in his heart for no reason, a feeling that seemed strange to him—the last time he had this feeling was four years ago, when he was in Gabreuer.

Yinchen looked at the direction of Zhang Mengmeng's departure like this, stunned. In front of him stood a flat and wide big house with two doors, the big house has only one floor, as high as one and a half zhang, the appearance is simple and low-key, the carved and colorful paintings between the beams and buildings are simple and quiet, no extravagance, no exaggeration, safe and stable, there is a quiet taste far away from the hustle and bustle, but under the big house, the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion are talking and laughing while swaying, wandering, running around, noisily sneaking into this big house that is even more quiet and solemn in the gradually brightening morning light, as if it is a market selling vegetables, Shengsheng has destroyed that quiet atmosphere, and turned it into a place of some chaos and black miasma。 In the distance behind the big house, there is a mountain, a mountain that is vaguely similar to the Yandang Mountain Range, the grass and trees on the mountain are withered, the strange rocks are craggy, and there is a large mass grave, and the white mass graves look like a large area of abscesses growing on the mountain, which is set off by the strange rocks all over the mountain, which shows the bleakness and desolation. It was only at this moment that Silver Dust roughly judged that this stronghold of the Demon Pavilion was in a rather desolate and secluded wilderness, far away from people and adjacent to the cemetery, which was really evil and weird. This strange atmosphere of yin and evil was washed by the impetuous and philistine aura of the disciples, and it actually became messy and dirty, like a huge garbage dump, full of irritating sense of disorder.

"Young Master Silver Dust. A foot behind him, the maid's respectful voice came from a distance. Silver Dust slowly turned around, and with each turn, the momentum on his body changed by a point, and when he completely faced the middle-aged maid, he gave people the feeling that he was no longer the eleven-year-old boy with a pure mind, but an unfathomable otherworldly magician.

"What's the matter?" said Silver Dust with a blank face, his tone sounding less like a question, more like he was issuing some orders.

"Young Master Silver Dust, congratulations on your promotion to 'disciple', according to the rules of the sect, you need to return the original token in order to replace it with a new one, and you also need to choose a new weapon from the weapon spectrum. The maid's voice was full of humility, but she spoke so loudly that everyone around her could hear her, and a circle of people quickly gathered around Yinchen—a circle of temporary disciples.

"Disciple, isn't that something that can only be held in the realm of entering the body?

"! You didn't feel the qi on his body, didn't he even reach Pei Yuan's weight?"

"Hey, that shit, you can't be mistaken, are you! The little guy hasn't been weaned yet, how did he become a disciple?"

"Shhhhh

"I can't afford to be provoked by worshipping, but he can afford to be provoked by the master! When did the Demon Wei Pavilion become popular to go through the back door? This kind of thing is so big that it goes to the side of the head of the house, and the trouble goes to the side of the Venerable Hall, so that everyone can comment on it, and you are still afraid of him?

"That's it!"

"****, she can be a disciple, and Lao Tzu can still be an elder!"

For a while, there were a lot of indignant temporary disciples and a few formal disciples who gloated at the door of the cafeteria, all clamoring together, some complaining, some complaining, some scolding, some coaxing, but they didn't come out to calm down the situation and solve the problem, most of the demon monks were the same everywhere, they loved to coax, they loved to cheer, they were full of complaints, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, complaining about the heavens and others, this kind of behavior made Yinchen feel very surprised at first, but when he wasted two breaths to calm down and force himself to get used to these, the first thing he felt was not anger, not unhappiness, not cold, not complaining, not to beat a few people to vent their prestige or something, but a deep disappointment.

The disappointment of these Demon Sect disciples, the disappointment of the Demon Dao of the World, and the disappointment of the Demon Pavilion.

Yinchen's mentor once said: "To measure the progress of a society, it is almost clear what those cynical ** silk people are complaining about." ”

Silver Dust's previous understanding of this sentence was limited to "Shepard, who can't drive a Gundam, is not a good Rambo", and the popular point is completely unclear, but now that he listens to the swear words in his ears (that is no longer the level of rumors), it seems that he seems to be almost beginning to understand a little bit, well, he should be able to understand a little bit of Dingding, right?

The so-called people are better than people, and they can really anger people. As long as Silver Dust compares the demon path in front of him with the necromancers in his hometown, he will immediately be completely disappointed with the garbage in front of him. Gabroyle's necromancers are brutal and ruthless, and they really can't sleep at all without seeing a few corpses "processed" by themselves every day, but they never complain about the unfairness of God, they don't complain that their parents didn't inherit a good talent for them, and they don't complain about "Why are everyone else rich and handsome fire mages and ice mages, and I'm a necromancer with no future and no attack power?". Even if they encounter injustice, when they have no ability to change, they will silently walk away, hide to the side, work hard, improve themselves, and pursue greater power, and once they think that their strength is enough to influence the world, they will jump out and fight all injustices to the end until victory. It can be said that the necromancers in Gabroyle's magical world are still discriminated against, but while they ridicule themselves as "leftovers of the pillars of society", they forge ahead in their own careers, and they don't have the time or energy to complain, and they don't look around like these demonic monks, as if they can change something by being loud and loud. Yinchen originally thought that in this more cruel and realistic world of monks, the so-called people in the Demon Dao should be more realistic, more utilitarian, and more aware of the principle of "enduring the sea and the sky for a while", at least, they should worship the strong and powerful more, and cherish their own little cultivation time, but now, the reality is once again straight in front of him.

In the early morning of late autumn, the sun was rising in the east, and the early sun was just right, at this time, the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion should have turned their ears to the things around them, and only practiced black magic skills, and after eating breakfast in a hurry, they went straight to the martial arts field, and practiced lifelessly in order to improve their strength one day earlier, get a higher status, and command and oppress more subordinates, this should be what the people in the Demon Dao want to do and must do the most, but now, among these temporary disciples who have gathered around, which one of them cherishes time? Early in the morning, instead of thinking about what moves to practice, what problems to ask, or what tactics to study in the martial arts, they gathered around to sarcastically and insult a person who had nothing to do with them, criticizing and complaining about something that had nothing to do with them.

These thoughts, as soon as they swirled in Yinchen's mind, made him unable to feel even the least of anger and embarrassment, and he turned a deaf ear to the surrounding chatter, belittling, shouting, and swearing, as if they were the cacophony of another species in another world. He slowly walked up to the maid, took out the token of the temporary disciple, and handed it to the maid.