"Just wait for the snow to cover the top of the mountain, and then it will be beautiful. Jiang Zhe said happily.

But he immediately found that it was snowing behind the existing palace, and this heavy snow did not only fall on the mountains, but also on the palace, if no one cleaned it, it is estimated that the palace would be almost gone after the heavy snow......

"People, lack of people!" Jiang Zhe hurriedly moved, one by one wearing Taoist robes, fifteen or sixteen-year-old female Taoist children appeared in front of him, the unified blue and white ancient short-hit Taoist robes of the sect looked very capable, and also set off the youthful vitality of these girls.

A group of girls appeared directly on Taiji Square, and they didn't see Jiang Zhe standing on the roof of the main hall in the distance, and they exclaimed: "It's snowing! It's snowing, hurry up and clear the snow." ”

Then a group of female disciples began to sweep the snow with brooms......

Suddenly, the girls of Yingying Yanyan began to wave the broom and started to work, not to mention, Jiang Zhe, who was used to seeing uncles and aunts sweeping the floor, suddenly saw a group of beautiful fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls sweeping the floor, that feeling, it was really good.

"Beautiful!" Jiang Zhe sat on the roof, smiling like a fool.

But he hasn't forgotten the right thing, since he has all the disciples, then just set up this sect and give him all the people.

Since it is a sect, the sect master must have it, there are so many beautiful apprentices, so let's create another old fairy with a big beard and facing majesty.

This person appeared in front of Jiang Zhe, and as soon as he appeared, he bowed to Jiang Zhe: "Meet the Creator." ”

Jiang Zhe said: "Get up, this sect will be handed over to you to take care of, don't let me down." ”

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Creator, you didn't name us, and what is the name of our sect?"

Jiang Zhe said impatiently: "Do you still use me to name me?"

The old man scratched his head and said, "You created me, isn't it equivalent to my own father?" ”

Jiang Zhe was stunned for a moment, it seemed that this was indeed the case, but he didn't even have a wife, and he directly had a bearded old man who looked like a seventy or eighty-year-old man as his son......

The old man turned around and shouted, "Come here, meet our father!"

With a shout, the girls in the distance ran over like butterflies wearing flowers.

At the same time, the girls shouted in unison: "Dad!"

This throat almost broke Jiang Zhe's old waist and sent him away in advance.

He rubbed his eyebrows, quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't call Dad." ”

A group of young girls and old men were also excited, and immediately shouted, "Daddy!"

Jiang Zhe subconsciously wanted to say that he didn't shout like that, but at that moment, the bad taste came up, and the rejection that came to his mouth was swallowed back.

Jiang Zhe waved his hand and said, "Hey...... This generation, we just need to know. In front of outsiders, just call me ancestor. Don't call Dad......" and then the thing added: "Feel free to do it in private." ”

"Yes, Daddy!" shouted a group of lively and lovely girls.

The point is these girls, Jiang Zhe's setting is a disciple of Xianmen, although they are dressed simply, but when they laugh, they are called pure and cute, and now one by one, they call their fathers when they open their mouths, Jiang Zhe suddenly has a rippling heart and can't calm down, the corners of his mouth are cracked, and he laughs like a toad in heat.

"Daddy, you name me. At this time, a rough old voice shouted.

The smile in Yu Huifei's eyes, the saliva at the corner of his mouth disappeared instantly, he only felt disgusting in his stomach, and hurriedly waved his hand: "You roll...... Take the name yourself!"

The old man was unwilling: "That sect, you have to give a name, right?"

Jiang Zhe looked at the girls with big watery eyes, and then looked at the mountain gate he had set up, touched his chin and did not refuse, he thought about it again and again, what kind of girl gate did he consider, the Golden Dragon Sect and the like, but the name was worse than the Snow White Rabbit Gang. After thinking about it, he said, "This is called Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion." ”

The old man and the others knelt on the ground one after another, bowing and thanking them.

Jiang Zhe said again: "You are the sect master, I will show you the direction, you are responsible for developing skills, and then passing them on, understand?"

The old man said respectfully, "The child listens to the order." ”

Jiang Zhe regretted it for the first time, he had made an old man the sect master, and he knew how many more girls he would get!

Rubbing his eyebrows, Jiang Zhe said: "Let's talk about it in the future." ”

The old man's head shook like a rattle, and he resolutely refused: "The etiquette cannot be exceeded, otherwise I will be no different from the Demon Gate." ”

Jiang Zhe saw that this old man was quite stubborn, so he asked, "What if I insist?"

"Big brother!" the old man knelt down and bowed.

The old man's reaction almost broke Jiang Zhe's waist.

But then he understood that these creatures he created were absolutely loyal to him, and no matter what he asked, they would only give advice, but they would never refuse.

Therefore, although the old man doesn't like to pass the etiquette very much, Jiang Zhe's words are oracles, and he has to listen to them, so he kneels down and calls the eldest brother.

Jiang Zhe rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, you still call me Ancestor." ”

"It's the patriarch!" the old man kowtowed again: "I implore the patriarch to pass on the merits!"

Jiang Zhe was speechless for a while, he passed on his skills, he didn't know anything.

However, the old man stalked him and pulled him: "Ancestor, our sect has been erected, the banner has been erected, how can we gain a foothold if we don't have the exercises? ”

Jiang Zhe was tortured by the old man Rory for a long time.

In the end, he was helpless and took out a pen and paper, and without thinking about it, he quickly wrote a bunch of words like cockroaches crawling on it, and the words were scribbled, and Jiang Zhe himself couldn't recognize them.

When he threw it to the old man, the old man looked at the messy ghost drawing talisman on it with straight eyes, but finally knelt on the ground and shouted, "Thank you for the merit!"

A group of female disciples also bowed.

Jiang Zhe was a little embarrassed, after all, he just scribbled it casually.

The old man asked again, "Ancestor, what is the name of this exercise?"

Jiang Zhe subconsciously returned: "The code for primary school students...... Ahem, Cloud Mist Sword Technique. ”

The old man looked thoughtfully at the elementary school student and said, "Is it the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique?" No wonder the lines on this seem to be chaotic, but in fact, they imply heavenly principles. ”

Jiang Zhe's face turned red when he heard such sycophants, and he looked up at the sky, not daring to look at people at all.

At this moment, the old man suddenly shouted, stomped his foot, a branch fell into his hand, his footwork changed, the branch in his hand as a sword, the sword technique was erratic, came and went without a trace, as if the clouds and mist changed, and gradually the fog appeared on the branch, and the mist began to change with the trend of the swordsmanship, one will be like a long rainbow, one will turn into a heavenly horse, and one will turn into a meteor sun and moon...... The sword shines!