"Disciple Honorable Order!"

Gu Xifeng flicked the sleeves of his coat, revealing two palms that had already been a little bronze, and waved his fingers again and again, performing a sword technique. Bayi?? Chinese =≠=.≤

Sou!

A beam of sword light, from Gu Xifeng's fingertips, flew out, towards the western sky, galloping away.

This is the art of flying sword communication.

"Sit down. ”

Chen Caozhi raised his palm and pressed it towards everyone.

A fresh breeze, blowing out from the platform, swept the four directions, and swept the few fallen leaves and dust in the square in front of the Xuanming Tower.

Hengjiang and Dugu Xin led many Xuanming disciples and sat down cross-legged.

"Everyone, listen to me......" Chen Caozhi pinched the formula in his right hand, protecting his heart and soul, and took out a book in his left hand, opened it at will, and told the principles of Xianmen cultivation sentence by sentence......

This move is called preaching.

Chen Caozhi's voice was low, but it was like a morning bell at dusk, straight to the heart, giving people a sense of deafening.

The surrounding disciples closed their eyes one by one.

They have been in the master for a long time, but there are not many times when they can hear the master of the master preaching.

According to the rules of the Xuanming Dojo, after the disciples of the sect worship the master, the seniors of the sect will be preached by them three times. For example, when Hengjiang used to worship the master, 6 Qinghuang opened the altar**, and he spoke three times, and after three times, he didn't talk about it anymore. As for the cultivation path of the disciples of the Xuanming Dojo in the future, most of them borrow the classics and Taoism of the master in the Xuanming Tower, and then go back to practice by themselves.

It is rare to be like today, when the masters of the divine soul gather their disciples and preach on the altar of the Eight Classics.

Everyone listened fascinated, and what they couldn't comprehend or comprehend on weekdays, and the Taoist techniques, Taoist methods, and the essence of the master's methods that had been successfully cultivated or not successfully cultivated on weekdays, have made great progress in this reasoning. Chen Caozhi has lived for hundreds of years and cultivated to the Divine Soul Realm, and his life experience, his cultivation process, and his understanding of many Taoist immortal methods in the Xuanming Dojo have long been far beyond the younger disciples who heard it under the platform.

Even Chen Caozhi's personal disciple Gu Xifeng listened like crazy, dancing with his eyebrows for a while, his brows for a while, his face sad for a while, his smile for a while, and his hands dancing for a while......

Only Hengjiang and Dugu Xin, closed their eyes and were silent, like an old monk entering the meditation, without a trace of reaction.

Chen Caozhi was talking, opened his eyes again, and looked at the disciples who were listening attentively below, he was very pleased, but when Chen Caozhi and Dugu Xin looked calm and did not change at all, Chen Caozhi's eyes were a little puzzled at first, wondering why these two disciples did not react to his preaching, but after a while, Chen Caozhi's heart was full of joy.

Hengjiang and Duguxin are not the kind of people who don't respect their teachers.

Dugu Xin was watched by Chen Caozhi to grow up, although Chen Caozhi did not know the details of Dugu Xin's identity, but he knew Dugu Xin's heart very well.

As for Hengjiang, Chen Caozhi also knew that this person who only entered the master at the age of 20 had always had great respect for his predecessors.

"These two people are just listening to the sermon, but they have not been affected in any way in my opening sermon, and they have not even carefully understood the meaning of my words, which does not mean that they did not take me seriously, but their cultivation and practice are not trivial, and my sermon is of little use to them. It's just because I, Chen Caozhi, am their uncle, that these two of them are sitting here listening to my preaching, and if they were someone else, I am afraid that the two of them would have already left......

Chen Cao secretly thought in his heart, but the words in his mouth never stopped.

After he was tired of talking, Chen Caozhi took out a spirit peach, ate a few bites, took a break, and then continued to speak.

This sermon went on for a long time.

On the sixth day, a sword light came from the sky and flew towards Xuanming Mountain.

Hengjiang performed the dragon's eye technique with the eye patch of the wonderful appearance, and when he looked at it from a distance, he recognized that the person on the sword light was the person who worshiped the Xuanming Dojo in the same year as him, called Han Jian.

The sword light did not fly directly to Xuanming Mountain, but stopped at the foot of Xuanming Mountain.

Han Jian from the mountain gate, the wind stepped up, straight to the place where the Xuanming Tower was, far away Chen Caozhi bowed his hand, after getting Chen Caozhi's jaw signal, Han Jian walked to the front of the disciples, came to Hengjiang's side, sat down cross-legged, and placed the sword of the scene given to him by the ancestor on his knees.

Hengjiang and Han Jian haven't seen each other for a long time.

Now, Han Jian has grown from a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy to a jade tree with an extremely handsome appearance. He was wearing a cloud-patterned Taoist robe made by a disciple of the Xuanming Dojo, wearing a jade crown on his head, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, a long sword on his knees, and a flowing aura around his body, with all the grace and grace that a sword immortal should have.

A character like Han Jian, wherever he is placed, will become the focus of attention.

But now although he was sitting next to Hengjiang, he didn't trace the position where he sat down, leaning back a little, just behind Hengjiang's side.

After Han Jian came, Chen Caozhi still did not stop preaching.

The disciples of the Xuanming Dojo are all carefully selected, and the number is not comparable to other dojos, although it is known as the first major sect in the southeast, but there are only more than 200 disciples in the inner sect. These disciples' cultivation is high and low, some have already opened the valley, and some are only Xianmen monks or Taoist disciples, they can't open the valley, they have to eat three times a day, and every time they get to the meal, Chen Caozhi will also stop and nibble on a few mouthfuls of spiritual peaches.

Sunrise and sunset.

More than half a month passed like this.

Chen Caozhi finally stopped talking.

After twenty-one days of preaching, Chen Caozhi's already rickety figure became even thinner. Originally, although he was full of silver, he was full of energy, but now the silver on his head is like withered grass, very messy, and Chen Caozhi's complexion has become darker and darker. At first, Gu Xifeng thought that he had been doing it for a long time, and the dust had stained his master's body, so he used a dust avoidance decision, intending to wash away the dirt on Chen Caozhi's body, but it had no effect.

Gu Xifeng's expression became more and more sad......

"Ladies and gentlemen. ”

Chen Caozhi flicked his sleeves, and the ** look on his face, which had rarely changed for more than 20 days, disappeared, with a warm smile on his face, and said: "Except for the people who went to the abyss and hell, the rest of the Xuanming disciples are all here now. While everyone is gathered, I happen to have something to announce to you. From today onwards, the Xuanming Dojo should be of the right size and be under the control of Duguxin. Before my head brother came back, Dugu Xin's nephew was the head of my Xuanming. ”

Everyone responded in unison, "Disciple obeys!"

Chen Caozhi nodded, and said: "Hengjiang is my true disciple of the Xuanming Dojo, you must assist and support Dugu Xin, there must be no mistakes!"

Yokoe nodded and agreed.

Chen Caozhi said again: "Han Jian is also my true disciple of Xuanming Dojo, from today onwards, I will go to the Nirvana Cave Mansion in the side peak of Xuanming Mountain, and guard the place where the ancestor ascended to immortality five thousand years ago and cultivated the foundation of pure yang immortals. ”

Han Jian said: "Yes." ”

Chen Caozhi said again: "My disciple Gu Xifeng is the responsibility of the true disciple of the 6 Qinghuang junior disciples, and is in charge of the canteen and the spirit animal garden. ”

Gu Xifeng knelt down and received the order.

Chen Caozhi nodded, narrowed his eyes slightly, like drowsy, and tried his best to widen, scanning the Xuanming Dojo disciples in the square below the platform, and said, "Do you have any objections to my arrangement?"

Everyone bowed down in unison and said, "The disciple respects the order of the master." ”

Chen Caozhi was satisfied and closed his eyes.

Poof!

Gu Xifeng knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

Some of the disciples of the Xuanming Dojo who are quite cultivated have already guessed what is about to happen, and understand why Chen Caozhi arranged the affairs of the Xuanming Dojo properly, and some disciples who have not been in the Xuanming Dojo for a short time don't know why Chen Caozhi is like this, so they are at a loss, until they see clearly the sadness of Gu Xifeng kneeling on the ground, and they faintly guessed a few points.

Hengjiang and Duguxin glanced at each other, and both of them saw Chen Caozhi's body through the blindfolds of Zhong Miaozhi, showing a gray-white atmosphere.

It's dead air!

Dead air means that the end is approaching.

All the Xuanming Dojo disciples gradually all held their breath.

Because the atmosphere was so oppressive, even the birds in the mountains and the insects and frogs in the woodland stopped calling.

Around the tower, there was silence and suffocating silence.

Gu Xifeng knelt on the ground and stared at Chen Caozhi on the platform.

It didn't take long for Chen Caozhi's breath to be decided.

Knock! Knock!

Gu Xifeng knelt down again, knelt nine times towards Chen Caozhi, and when he raised his head, there was a long mournful cry in his mouth, "Master...... It's heavenly!"

Dugu Xin took a deep breath, knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Congratulations to the uncle!"

The Xuanming disciples present, including Hengjiang and Han Jian, all knelt down towards Chen Caozhi, their foreheads slammed on the ground, and they couldn't stand for a long time.

The funeral of Xianmen is very cumbersome.

The more long-standing families in the world, the more numerous the rules. The people in the Xianmen have a long lifespan, and the Xuanming Dojo has a 5,000-year heritage, and the rules of the funeral in the door are not as luxurious as the emperor's funeral compared to the emperor in the mortal world, but it is more solemn and solemn.

Dugu Xin, as the head of the house, personally handled the funeral.

Hengjiang led Han Jian and Gu Xifeng and knelt in the mourning hall to guard the spirit.

As for the other disciples of the Xuanming Dojo, they are not qualified to stay here because of their insufficient status.

Gu Xifeng was too sad, and his cultivation was not as good as the other three, but after being sad for a whole day, his heart was strained, so he was slapped on the back of the head by Hengjiang, and he had already fallen asleep.

Dugu Xin also left for the time being because he wanted to be in charge of the entire Xuanming Dojo and had a lot of affairs.

In the mourning hall, only Hengjiang and Han Jian were left.

Xuanming Mountain is high.

When the mountain is high, the wind is strong.

In the second half of the night, the mountain wind blew and hit the mourning hall.

Han Jian waved his arm to cover the wind with his sleeves, so as not to extinguish the everlasting light under the coffin, and at the same time took this opportunity to say: "Senior brother, I originally thought that it would take at least a few decades for senior brother to break through to the Divine Soul Realm, but I didn't expect that Senior Brother has now reached the Night Tour Realm, which is really gratifying!"

Han Jian's words were all about this, and he didn't say much about the other words.

Hengjiang understood what Han Jian was trying to express, so he replied, "I have never used magic skills to increase my cultivation. ”

Han Jian's eyes trembled, obviously he was shocked in his heart, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he immediately asked, "Is this really the case?"

Yokoe nodded, his demeanor was very gentle.

"I have never eaten people, drank blood and devoured souls!" Han Jian raised his head, shook his head suddenly, and the jade crown declined, and at the same time, the black on his head faded like a tide, turning into a white head, he gritted his teeth and said: "Dare to ask Senior Brother, every fifteenth day of the month, when the moon is full, life is not as good as death, how does Senior Brother endure it?"

Hengjiang smiled indifferently and said, "Boil! When you can't boil, you can boil it again." When you really can't get through it, you just need to get through it again, and you will get through it. ”

Han Jian seemed to be very satisfied with Hengjiang's answer, laughed loudly, and said, "I know! I know! Xu Yeyue, that demon girl, is definitely lying to me! My senior brother Han Jian, how can I not even be addicted to it? I can't stand it? Hahahaha......"