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Yang Xiuwen stood on the edge of the Holy Light Peak, slowly inhaling a breath of air, and distinguishing the smell of which grass and trees it was.

In the 12 years since he entered the church, Yang Xiuwen is familiar with every inch of soil, every fragrance, every tree, and every flower here...... He even remembered everything that had happened in the Holy Hidden Church in the past twelve years.

The first person of the younger generation of the Holy Hidden Church, who has not tasted defeat for 12 years, makes the creator of countless records stand on the back of the sunset, looking majestic and lonely.

"Today's Tang Gong, why didn't you show up?" A vigorous voice came, and Lu Zetian, the ancestor of the Holy Light Hall, was full of majesty, but he landed silently.

"Uncle, I ......"

"How many times have I said that the Holy Hidden Hall only has a master and no uncle!"

"Yes, disciple......"

Before Yang Xiuwen's words were finished, he was interrupted by Master Lu for the second time: "I don't want to hear any reason, don't say that you are only the senior brother of the Holy Light Hall now, even if you enter the Elder Pavilion, it will not be the time for Ma to release Nanshan." ”

"Disciple knows his mistake!" Yang Xiuwen lowered his head and bowed slightly, Lu Zetian's attitude was a little wrong today, and his intuition told him that something must have happened at today's Daosheng annual meeting.

Could it be that this year's tribute of the Holy Light Hall was compared to that of the Daosheng Hall?

It shouldn't be!

Lu Zetian sighed and slowly spoke: "In this year's Tang Gong, Xianyin Hall came out on top. ”

Xianyintang?

Yang Xiuwen's mouth suddenly opened wide, and he stood there fixedly, almost unable to believe his ears.

This, this...... How can it be?

"Shengguang Hall lost Tang Gong, I don't blame you, but let me ask you, what is the Tang Gong of Xianyin Hall this year, what is the origin of that new disciple named Ling Dong, and what happened on Dao Sheng Peak today, do you know all this?" Lu Zetian glared fiercely, putting aside Tang Gong, no matter what, a disciple actually let three old guys quarrel at the same time, this kind of thing can't help but attract attention.

A series of questions were thrown out, and Yang Xiuwen could only shake his head, looking dazed.

"Usually I have repeatedly warned that we should look farther, and if we look far away, it does not mean that we can ignore the things around me, especially at this critical juncture, we must pay attention to the actions of each branch, be cautious to catch cicadas, and be careful to make the ship of ten thousand years, in case the six churches are in the middle of the competition, if something happens to the Holy Light Hall, it is not just my old ......face that will be lost."

The more Lu Zetian spoke, the more excited he became, obviously angry, Yang Xiuwen's palms were sweating, and he hurriedly said tremblingly: "Master rest assured, the disciple will definitely do things in the future, and this time the six halls will definitely live up to your old man's expectations." ”

"My heavy hope is also my expectation for you!" Lu Zetian's face finally softened, and he nodded slightly, sometimes the drum is to use a heavy hammer, his nephew, talent and strength have nothing to say, and because of this, young people are easy to expand, so it is inevitable that they will be arrogant and unsociable in character, if this kind of character is not beaten and beaten, it will be difficult to gain a foothold even if he enters the Elder Pavilion.

Only by guarding against arrogance and rashness can we become a great tool!

The red sun sets over the western mountains, and after taking a nap, it rises again in the east.

At this time, on the Holy Yin Peak, Ling Dong was standing on the ninth-level jade steps, looking up at the white temple in front of him at close range for the first time.

There are no carved beams and paintings, there are no cornices to reflect the sky, some are just holy and simple, so simple that there is not even a door, through the pillars, it is the main hall.

Strangely, there were no five ancestors in the empty hall, but only a middle-aged man with slightly gray temples, wearing a white-washed robe and holding a brush in his hand, standing at the head of the desk and waving.

"Disciple Ling Dong, meet the sect master!" Ling Dong hurriedly kowtowed, some people even if they made some inadvertent small movements, they would naturally exude a kind of momentum, there is no doubt that Mo Nanshan is this kind of person.

"Come here, help me with my ink. Mo Nanshan raised his head and smiled faintly and beckoned, as if he was greeting a disciple who had known him for many years.

Ling Dong smiled, not at all surprised, let alone unexpected, and walked straight forward to pick up the ink ingot, and started with a decent start.

In the faint scent of ink, the two of them never said a word again, and even eye contact stopped.

Mo Nanshan is very slow to write, but the hand holding the pen is very steady and steady, and the soft tip of the pen slowly moves on the rough paper, and there is a slight rustling sound.

Shaoqing, a square "hidden" word, just missing a little bit of "heart", jumped on the paper.

Mo Nanshan put down the pen in his hand, bent down and blew the ink stains on it, and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

"The disciple is a rough man, he doesn't know calligraphy, and he doesn't dare to be vain. ”

"You don't need to understand, just be literate, as the saying goes, words are like people, don't you think there is a little less here, which means that I have no hills and valleys?"

Ling Dong scratched his head and said with a smile: "Disciple doesn't think that a little less heart is an open heart, and only a blank piece can hold everything, but if you have more than that, it will become a dead heart." ”

Thousands of clothes are worn, but the sycophants are not worn, not to mention that the sycophants shot by Ling Gongzi are still correct.

Mo Nanshan laughed: "Whether it is humble or dead-hearted, only if you can sink this 'heart', it is 'hidden', and in this regard, you have done a good job." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Ling Dong meaningfully, the trip to Xuanhuang Pagoda showed that this kid's talent was good, but in the Holy Hidden Hall, some things are more important than talent, and Country Garden, which was punished for half a year, is to see these more important things.

Country Garden has worked hard for half a year, not to mention, the key is to come up with a lot of tricks, which is a manifestation of calmness.

Ling Dong pinched his earlobe embarrassedly: "Actually, the disciple also likes this word 'hidden'. ”

Mo Nanshan smiled: "It won't be because of this reason that you are willing to stay in the Immortal Hidden Hall." ”

"Originally, there was such a little reason, but after I got along with my brothers and sisters, I didn't want to move places. ”

The smile on Mo Nanshan's face became stronger, cultivation is boring, but he can abide by his heart, be full of hope and optimism, and in the face of **, he can still stick to Xianyin Hall and adhere to his own principles, and more importantly, he knows how to share and can mingle with all his disciples, which is what Shengyin Hall needs most.

"Xianyin Hall has not been easy in the past few years, you have become their senior brother, you should help and help well, the six halls will be over than the end, I hope Xianyin Hall is still there, and every one of your disciples is still there. Mo Nanshan's tone was firm, at the last meeting of the Elder Pavilion, the proposal to dissolve the Immortal Yin Hall had already been placed on his table.

"Disciple must do his best!" Ling Dong said loudly, his eyes were clear, cultivation is not easy, everything has to go against the sky, the sky wants you to eat, sleep and sleep, live for decades, you have to open the valley without eating, but also prolong your life for a hundred years, a thousand years, the sky wants you to jump no more than a few feet, no more than a hundred catties, you have to walk on the clouds, open the world...... What is the pursuit of the avenue, but it is just a road, this way, if there are not a few brothers to accompany it, it will be too lonely.

"It's not enough to just talk, what are you going to do next, continue to guard your orchard?"

"It's not bad to be a fruit farmer, and my disciple likes that place a lot. ”

Mo Nanshan smiled and nodded: "Later, you will go to the Banshan Pavilion and receive your contribution to this year's Tang Gong, and in the future, the main hall will distribute an additional fifty beast spirit pills to the Xianyin Hall every month, but not for you, but for the rations of your beast pet." ”

Ling Dong grinned and said cheekily: "Sect Master, dial a little more, Derpy is strong, and he can also become the mountain protector beast of our hall in the future." ”

",. Mo Nanshan shook his head and smiled bitterly, he really dared to think about it with fire clouds to protect the mountain.

Respectfully saluted, Ling Dong had just stepped out of the Holy Hidden Hall with one foot, and suddenly the vigorous voice of Mo Nanshan came from behind him.

"Remember, the Holy Hidden Church relies on people!"

It's by people!

A scorching glow bloomed in Atom's eyes.

To be honest, there are many sects of cultivation, but all of them divide the disciples into three, six, nine and so on, and even have the difference between the inner door and the outer door, the identity is different, and the things that can be contacted are also different, but the Holy Hidden Hall is different, at least here, all the disciples have equal opportunities, as long as you are willing to work hard and can get enough contribution points, all the exercises and martial arts in the main hall are open to you.

This is the reason why Atom likes the Holy Hidden Church and is willing to make it his home.

At some point, heavy snow fell outside, and they were blowing in a row.

Under the Holy Yin Peak, Ling Dong stopped again and looked back, a mountain, a temple, and a place of silver and white......