readx;? Looking at the chic back of Wang Meng walking away, everyone was envious at the same time, but they were a little reluctant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Along the way, Wang Meng didn't take much care of them. But at several critical moments, the other party's standing up also left a deep impression on everyone.

Although they have all officially entered the ranks of martial artists, they are also only a group of teenagers under the age of fifteen. The worship of the strong is still deeply rooted in their hearts.

"Ahem. A light cough made everyone come back to their senses.

I don't know when, the man surnamed Bao has turned around, and his waist, which was originally slightly bent, has also straightened up. The pair of figure-eight eyebrows lying on the triangular eyes seemed to be deliberately provoked.

"In Xia Bao Ying, you can call me Senior Brother Bao in the future, or Steward Bao. Because the whole of the small mountain office is under my jurisdiction. Bao Ying's tone lacked a little humility in the face of Wang Meng, and in his low voice, he had the dignity of a sect disciple.

However, after hearing Bao Ying's name, everyone inevitably felt a little forbearance in their hearts. Bao Ying, retribution, with the unlucky eight-figure eyebrows and triangular eyes on the other party's face. Isn't it in line with the saying that if you don't cultivate cause and effect in your previous life, you will be punished in the next life.

Especially a few teenagers who had just looked down on Bao Ying a little, the smile on their faces was even stronger.

Bao Ying's face was impassive, as if she had not thought about similar problems at all. It was just that his gaze swept over everyone, especially for a few more moments on the smiling teenagers.

Several teenagers suddenly realized that something was wrong, and instantly felt a chill on their backs, and they felt like they were being targeted by poisonous snakes.

Bao Ying retracted his gaze, as if he hadn't seen the reaction of a few people at all, and he continued: "Since you have come to Chixiao Pavilion, you are ready to enter the sect. In the Chixiao Pavilion, you don't have to be afraid of being treated unfairly as a citizen of Yan Kingdom. Because within the sect, everyone will be treated equally. ”

In Bao Ying's mouth, the tone of the four words "non-discrimination" is a little heavier, faintly revealing a coldness with unknown meaning.

"However, after all, the sect is not at home, and there should still be rules. When you see your brother, you must say hello. This is the most basic requirement, and you must remember it. ”

Bao Ying's words were very solemn, but they made everyone a little confused. Of course, etiquette should be paid attention to, but it seems a bit redundant to say it so solemnly.

"Our Chixiao Pavilion, except for the Qianyuan Palace where the sect is in charge, is divided into four sects. They are Chiyue, Lingxiao, Chongluan, and Suotian, and each sect occupies a mountain. You should have seen their location just now, and they are the four mountains in the Red Sky Mountains. ”

"The elders and deacons of the sects will not mention it for the time being. Disciples are divided into three classes, core, formal, and outer doors, except for the slight differences in the style of clothes in each sect, their identities can mostly be distinguished by the color of their clothes. The core disciples are red, the formal disciples are cyan, and the outer door is yellow. Of course, disciples above the core can also change their clothes in different colors according to their personal preferences. But the sect's flame pattern will never go wrong. Bao Ying pointed to the flame symbol on his chest.

"Innate cultivation can become a core disciple, wearing three flames and silver-edged flame lines. Wu Zongxiu can become a formal disciple, wearing double flame and yellow edge flame pattern. The martial artist cultivates to become an outer disciple, wearing a single flame and a black-edged flame pattern. Among the third-class disciples, they are divided into three levels, corresponding to the early, middle and late stages of the same cultivation. ”

Everyone looked in the direction of Bao Ying's fingers, and the fist-sized flame pattern on the other party's chest was the flame pattern on the yellow edge of the double flame. The kind of concentric flames with two layers of inner and outer layers is extremely different.

It seems that this Bao Ying is not as bad as he imagined, and he is still a martial arts master.

This kind of strength in Jiangbei Province is enough to support the façade of a small family. I don't know why he wants to condescend to the service center and be a not-so-glamorous steward, is it just to covet the so-called full strength?

"You have to remember that among the third-class disciples, no matter how old they are, for the disciples of the first rank, they must be honored as senior brothers. Don't forget that. Bao Ying reiterated to himself, it seems that this rule has a very important place in his heart.

However, a few teenagers who had been targeted by Bao Ying just now didn't care much about Bao Ying when they heard that martial arts cultivators could become outer disciples. The other party's words were also taken as deaf ears by them.

Among the people who came from Qingzhou in this group, at least they were all martial artists who had mastered the internal qi, that is to say, after entering the Chixiao Pavilion, they were at least an outer disciple.

This also means that a few of them will not fall into the hands of Bao Ying. After all, Bao Ying is just a miscellaneous servant, and he shouldn't be able to control the outer disciples.

Even if Bao Ying is an official disciple, it is difficult that he will make a move on everyone at will.

"Senior Brother Bao, what level of disciple does the flame pattern in Phnom Penh represent? Zhou Caiqing asked curiously.

Seeing that the question was a beautiful girl with peach cheeks and apricot eyes, Bao Ying's face also had a little more smile.

"You're talking about Senior Brother Wang Meng, Phnom Penh is a unique symbol of the chief disciples of each sect. In terms of status, the chief disciple is already similar to the deacons of various sects, and he also has a certain say in some matters. However, the chief disciple will change after the big competition every three years, and it will not change forever. ”

Under Bao Ying's explanation, everyone finally understood the hierarchy of the disciples of Chixiao Pavilion. It turns out that there is such a difference in the seemingly similar flame lines.

When they thought of the Phnom Penh flame mark on Wang Meng's chest who took them back to the mountain, everyone was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, Wang Meng, who had a hearty personality, turned out to be the chief disciple of a sect. Although they knew that Wang Meng's status as the chief disciple had nothing to do with them, most people also had honor in their hearts.

"What rank is that handyman? ”

A teenager standing behind Song Wenjia suddenly asked rhetorically, his name was Bai Yunfei, and he was one of the few teenagers who showed disdain for Bao Ying just now.

The Bai family is also a good family in Dingbei City, and its strength is about the first-class end, and it looks like it is second-rate. The Bai family is quite protective of him, the son of a martial artist who entered the martial arts early. In addition, in Dingbei City, backed by the big tree of Yao Cai, his usual personality is a little more arrogant.

It's just that his arrogance seems to be a little out of place.

"Miscellaneous servants are not considered disciples. Bao Ying smiled and raised her eyes to look at Bai Yunfei.

"Oh, I wasn't a disciple. Bai Yunfei looked suddenly enlightened, met Bao Ying's gaze, and his face showed a crazy attitude again.

Since Bao Ying was just a handyman in charge, he was no longer afraid. After all, he is also a martial artist, and he is about to become an outer disciple, so it is difficult for him to fall into the hands of this little steward.

Looking at Bai Yunfei with a white face, the plan that Bao Ying had made long ago finally had a goal.

"Miscellaneous servants are indeed not considered disciples. However, no matter how good your talent and strength are, before entering the sect, you must do half a year of miscellaneous work in the Xiaoli Mountain Service. Otherwise, there will never be a chance to officially become a disciple of Chixiao Pavilion. Bao Ying's anger changed, as if unintentionally, but he said something that everyone couldn't believe.

This sentence not only made Bai Yunfei's face change sharply, but even the others also looked serious.

In this group of people, even Qin Hu, who had a slightly worse background, had never done the work of serving people. The thought of being a miscellaneous servant for half a year is not to mention how uncomfortable the awkwardness in my heart is.

Especially the few people who were secretly glad to have escaped just now, now they are even more pale.

"Why, we are already martial artists, why do we have to do miscellaneous labor for half a year. I don't accept it!" Bai Yunfei suddenly exploded and yelled at Bao Ying.

Bao Ying's depressed face seems to have not changed since Wang Meng left. And after hearing Bai Yunfei's words, he suddenly showed a weird smile.

"Why? I'll tell you right now. ”

Bao Ying's words did not fall, and his figure was no longer visible in the same place.

Everyone only felt that an afterimage flashed around them, and when Bao Ying reappeared, he was already standing in front of Bai Yunfei.

"I'm better than you!"

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