Yi Yang naturally wanted to become an elite disciple, because the treatment of elite disciples was much higher than that of ordinary disciples.

No one doesn't want to become an elite disciple, but the conditions are a bit harsh.

After the secretary and Yi Yang finished reporting on the main hall, Yi Yang obtained the identity token.

"Yi Yang, I hope you can behave well. After that, the waiter left.

Yi Yang followed the instructions and went to the newcomer's residence and waited for the test a few days later.

Not long after arriving at the newcomer's residence, a woman came to the courtyard of the residence.

"Who is Yi Yang?!"

The woman looked to be about the same age as the waiter, and her length was worse than that of the waiter.

Her face was full of anger, and her fierce eyes scanned the newcomers.

"Say, who is Yi Yang!" the woman shouted again.

Yi Yang walked out: "I am." ”

"You killed my uncle's son, Ye Feilong?" the woman glared at Yi Yang.

Yi Yang said: "No. ”

The woman shouted, "Less nonsense! I've got your drawing!"

Yi Yang said: "Okay, it's me." ”

The woman was furious: "You dare to play tricks on me?"

Yi Yang asked, "Who are you?"

The woman shouted: "You are not qualified to know my identity! Half a month later, wait for me at the small Tianchi of Feilai Peak! Don't think that you can sit back and relax after entering the Meteorite Sect." ”

After that, he walked away on his own.

"Neuropathy. Yi Yang said.

Yi Yang knew that this person was afraid that the person who came was not good.

What did he say about killing his uncle's son Ye Feilong, then his uncle was Ye Nantian.

That meant that she wanted to avenge Ye Feilong. However, he didn't know that Ye Nantian also asked Yi Yang to kill him.

In order to understand the enemy, Yi Yang asked around who the woman was.

I finally inquired.

The woman's name was Xue Feiyan and she was from the Eight Desolations. Sure enough, it was the niece of Ye Nantian's wife.

It seems that he wants to avenge Ye Feilong.

Yi Yang felt a little pressure, and was targeted as soon as he got started.

"Looks like I'm going to have to improve quickly. Yi Yang thought.

A few days later, Yi Yang went to the Falling Star Sect's scripture hall.

There are countless books in the scripture hall, and Yi Yang heard that there are books there that record the origin of various resources near the Meteorite Sect.

This time, Yi Yang wanted to make a set of full-body armor for the dead slave Ye Nantian, the material of the armor is relatively special, go to the scripture hall to see if there is a place of origin of that material.

If Xue Feiyan really does something, he can call Ye Nantian, a dead slave, to fight. If Xue Feiyan knew that the person under the armor was Ye Nantian, I don't know how she would feel.

Come to the Hall of Scriptures.

I saw more than a dozen disciples of all ages sitting at the table, with paper and pens on the table, as if they were writing something silently, scratching their ears and cheeks one by one, as if they were doing something terrible.

An old purple-haired man anxiously patrolled in front of them, and from time to time he uttered a voice: "It's not right!

As soon as Yi Yang inquired, it turned out that a precious book in the scripture hall was accidentally burned.

The purple-haired old man summoned all the people who had borrowed the book and wanted them to write it from memory.

But those people can't do it at all, they have long forgotten it, and it is so easy to write about it.

The purple-haired old man said angrily: "You people pretend to be disciples of the Falling Star Sect, and you can't even remember the content of a book!"

More than a dozen disciples shook their heads and smiled bitterly, how dare they refute.

The purple-haired old man was so angry that he wanted to explode on the spot.

The ancient book "Summer Palace Illustrated Book" is a thing that has been preserved for thousands of years, and it is very precious, and it records many secrets that are not passed on.

How could he not feel distressed! How could he not be angry!

Yi Yang walked over and was seen by the purple-haired old man.

"What are you doing here?" asked the purple-haired old man with a glare.

Yi Yang said: "I want to borrow a book to see." ”

The purple-haired old man said angrily: "No time! Don't you see that I'm busy!"

He was dressed as an elder of the Hall of Scriptures, but he was actually the head of the Hall of Scriptures.

Yi Yang had no choice but to say: "Then when do you have time!"

The purple-haired old man said, "Wait for them to write the Summer Palace Illustrated Book!"

Yi Yang asked: "Summer Palace Illustrated Book, I don't know which region is the Summer Palace Illustrated Book?"

There are many places called summer palaces.

The purple-haired old man said, "What other summer palace can there be?"

Yi Yang looked at what a woman in pink clothes wrote next to him, and immediately understood, it turned out to be the illustrated book of the summer palace on this vast continent.

So Yi Yang began to write.

Boom

The pen is like a god, and the writing is fast.

At first, the purple-haired old man didn't pay attention to Yi Yang, he thought Yi Yang was bragging.

But Yi Yang wrote too fast and attracted the attention of others.

"How did he write so fast. "Some people wondered.

The purple-haired old man also felt that Yi Yang was writing blindly, and said, "If you dare to write blindly to deceive the old man, don't blame the old man for deducting your contributions!"

Contribution points are very useful in the sect, and can be used in almost every aspect. But it's not so easy to get contribution points.

The other disciples were all scared, thinking that Yi Yang was a stunned young man, and he wrote nonsense and made the curator angry.

The curator picked up a page written by Yi Yang and said, "What are you, I ...... it"

He scolded in his mouth, but after reading what Yi Yang wrote, he stopped talking, and he was a little embarrassed.

Because Yi Yang wrote correctly.

"I think you're peeking at others, right?" said the curator again, continuing to look.

Then he looked down and found something that no one else had written.

When the curator looked down further, his face was a little embarrassed.

Because Yi Yang wrote everything correctly, much more than others.

The curator looked at Yi Yang and said, "Young man, you ......"

"Shhhh ”

Yi Yang glared at the curator and made a shushing gesture.

The disciples next to him were dumbfounded.

It's like reprimanding a brute with such an attitude!

Who doesn't know that the curator of the scripture hall is a retired high-ranking person, and even the deputy sect master has to salute when he sees him.

But—

The curator was not angry, and picked up another one and began to look at it.

The more he watched, the happier he became, and the more he watched, the happier he became. The smile on his face grew brighter and brighter.

He could see that Yi Yang was right.

At this time, those disciples also stopped and began to watch from the sidelines.

After a time of incense, Yi Yang finished writing everything.

"Tsk, the old man has finally found the Summer Palace Illustrated Book!ahahaha!"

There are twelve pages in total, and Yi Yang has finished writing, but he is still writing.

"What is this kid writing?" asked one of the disciples.

The curator glared at the man and shouted, "Shut up and let him continue writing!"

The disciple was so frightened that he shrank his neck and didn't dare to continue beeping.

The curator was pleased, because the Summer Palace Illustrated Book was not complete, but only a part of the whole book.

And Yi Yang was able to write more parts, which impressed the curator.

It was another incense time, and Yi Yang wrote twelve more.

"Finish writing!" Yi Yang stood up.

The curator looked at it again, admiring as he watched.

Yi Yang said: "May I ask the old curator, can you let me borrow books?"