A worship, the knock of the child, the fate of the immortals.

Heaven is beautiful, and the slightest merit is lowered.

Mu Beikui received it and formed a cause and effect with Dugu Jialuo.

When Dugu Jialuo was crouching.

Li Changsheng smiled, Wu Zetian was upright, and the two of them waited solemnly.

One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, apprenticeship is like worshipping the father.

Whether it is an immortal or a mortal, no matter which of the two, they all regard the apprenticeship ceremony as the most important thing in their lives, and they are not allowed to play with it.

After Mu Beikui sucked all the merits.

Dugu Jialuo got up and said goodbye.

Second worship, the knock of the young and strong, thank you for the virtue of preaching.

The golden light was divided and fell into the body of Dugu Jialuo.

"Poof!"

Dugu Jialuo's delicate body trembled slightly, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out on his back, but the breath on his body was raised a little higher, as if he had the meaning of creating a divine show.

The gods are on the list.

The list said: "The List of Northern Heavenly Immortals".

The golden light of the list was spread out, the fairy energy was cleansed, and the empress quietly inhaled a mouthful, and suddenly she was refreshed and full of energy.

The list is now.

Seeing Mu Beikui shaking a little, a purple gold brush appeared in the air.

The purple gold brush falls on the side of the end of the list, written in the air, and the name of Dugu Jialuo falls at the end of the list, and the front is dotted with three big characters of the Relic Palace.

The list merged, turned into golden light and pierced the sky.

The list is the immortal list of the northern heavens.

The title of the gold list is announced to the emperor and the queen of heaven:

The name of the person on the list should be the Beidou Relic Immortal.

Dugu Jialuo, become an immortal!

Although there is no immortal, there is an immortal.

Its longevity has increased by 500 years out of thin air.

Dugu Jialuo's face was not happy and angry, and he was about to bow three times.

Mu Beikui held her body, shook her head and smiled:

"The third bow is the first to stop."

Dugu Jialuo looked at Li Changsheng in confusion.

"Immortals are not the same as mortals."

Li Changsheng picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, took the tray and put it up, brought it forward, handed it to Dugu Jialuo, and said:

"When we worship the teacher, we only bow twice, the first is to worship cause and effect, the second is to worship the dependent origin, if the third bow down, it is the cause of the cause of extinction."

"If he is the fall of Beikui, or your fate is about to end, he will have to bow down for the third time to show that his kindness has ended, and he will not be tied to each other."

This is a tradition in the fairy world.

"Got it."

Dugu Jialuo's face showed a clear expression, nodded and took the tray, got up and bent down, respectfully held up the tray, presented it in front of the golden light, and said:

"Master, please have tea."

This is a human tradition.

Mu Beikui hesitated for a few seconds, but still stretched out a jade hand that was as warm as jade and delicate as snow from the golden light, took the teacup, and drank the tea.

Don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, Li Changsheng's face, she has to give.

[Wow, her hands are so smooth.] 】

[It looks smoother than Mei Niang's hands.] 】

[I really want to touch it! 】

Wu Zetian: ......

Scumbag!

This kid will be 100% a scumbag in the future!

Eating from the bowl and thinking about the pot!

Wu Zetian was eating, but he couldn't help but glance down at his jade hand: Is it really not as smooth as a fairy?

…

After drinking the tea, Mu Beikui put the teacup back on the tray.

Dugu Jialuo placed the tray back on the table.

The apprenticeship ceremony is considered to be a successful one.

But...

The apprenticeship ceremony is over, and there is still one more ceremony to finish!

I only listened to Mu Beikuiyu's hand, a thick and calm token. appeared in its hands.

The token is qualitatively made of ancient jade, crystal clear, the front is engraved with the Relic Palace, and the back is printed with the word rain.

At the moment when the token appeared, it rained heavily in the whole world, dripping, and there was sadness, happiness, and affection in the rain...

Mixed tastes.

It's... The Lord of the Palace of the Lost Soul!

The rain "roared" underground.

Mu Beikui caressed the token lovingly, like rain kissing the land.

It was a right that countless immortals dreamed of, and it was also a double-edged sword that countless immortals could not avoid.

In the hands of tyrannical and unscrupulous, it is an instrument of pleasure;

But in the hands of a gentleman who is strict with himself, it is a shackle.

Dedication to plunder, power in a thought.

Rain can moisten the earth, but it can also cause flooding;

The Lord of the Relic Palace can lead the Relic Palace through the ages, and he can also lead the Relic Palace to fall into the abyss...

This is the charm of power!

"Well, I'm really a little reluctant."

"Come on, I'm not a good palace master, a good horse with a good saddle, I won't delay you, you should have a good home."

Mu Beikui rubbed the token and muttered for a while, looked up with a light smile, and said:

"Garo, you step forward."

Dugu Jialuo didn't think twice and took a step forward.

Li Changsheng is here, she has the confidence and is not afraid of anything.

That man is her safest backing!

"Dugu Jialuo, listen well."

Mu Beikui looked at the appearance of Dugu Jialuo's sinking fish and geese, and revealed the origin of himself and his master one by one.

Then, without waiting for Dugu Jialuo to digest this information, an increasingly dazzling golden light separated from the golden curtain and lingered around the beams of the room.

Mu Beikui's tone suddenly rose, and he shouted:

"In the name of Mu Beikui, the forty-eighth generation palace master of the Legacy Palace, I enshrine it:"

"From now on, Dugu Jialuo is the forty-eighth generation true disciple of my Legacy Palace, and the forty-ninth generation heir of the Legacy Palace, and orders the Legacy Palace, don't dare to disobey, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, learn from it!"

Anyway.

"Boom!"

The sky is thundering.

Dao Kai is one-eyed.

Providence manifests.

The golden light submerged into Dugu Jialuo's heavenly spirit, and the token also floated out of the light curtain and fell on Dugu Jialuo's palm.

The inheritance of the power of the Legacy Palace is seen by the Heavenly Dao.

From this moment on, Dugu Jialuo is the legitimate heir of the palace master of the Legacy Palace, and no one can usurp her throne!

The golden light is extinguished.

Dugu Jialuo held the token, his expression was slightly sluggish, and his eyes were moist.

The token is light and heavy.

The light is the token itself, and the heavy is the burden.

But what is heavier than the burden is Li Changsheng's affection.

Dugu Jialuo knew that he was only a mortal, except for being beautiful and a little cautious, there were no highlights worthy of the favor of the immortals, and he could win the favor of the fairies and be the so-called palace master of the world, all because of Li Changsheng's prestige.

That young man, who kept saying that he didn't like himself, silently paid so much for himself...

That love, that meaning, can't be repaid!

seemed to see through Dugu Jialuo's indescribable heart, Li Changsheng showed her a smile like a spring breeze:

[Don't be ashamed, I love you. 】

[Little Gaara, believe in yourself. 】

[Our little Galo can do it! ] 】

Feeling the young man's strong care, Dugu Jialuo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, clenched the token hard, bowed his head, sonorously and powerfully, and said:

"Thank you, Master!"

This moment.

The Turkic princess who had no ambitions and just wanted to fight for a place in Li Changsheng's harem died, and the one who survived was the future palace master of the Legacy Palace, Dugu Jialuo.

She raised her head, her beautiful eyes were resolute, and she swore in her heart:

No matter how difficult the road to becoming an immortal is, no matter whether there is a cliff or a cliff ahead, this palace will fight hard... Have the last laugh!

For Hongu himself, and for you, my love!