Chen Qitao looked at Mo Ning's house, with a look of disdain, and said condescendingly: "It's you, don't dream, it's enough to be a sprinkler disciple, but if you really learn from a teacher, don't even think about it." ”

Mo Yuyang's hand quietly held the long sword behind his back, Mo Ning's family heard this, no matter how Han Han could hear the ridicule in his words, Mo Ning's family walked sideways in Zhaoyang Town, even if few people in the entire Xia An Kingdom dared to treat him like this, which one was not flattering, of course, except for Mo Yuyang, but Mo Yuyang was comparable to the person in front of him? The Mo Ning family had had enough of this anger recently, and picked up his short knife and attacked.

Mo Yuyang's face changed, and he drew his long sword and was about to block it, when a voice came, "Qitao, stop." ”

A person slowly descended from the sky, also dressed in white, spotless and clean, about seventy or eighty years old, with flower hair and a handful of beard flowing from his jaw, he stroked it gently, and fell in front of Mo Yuyang.

"Elder Qiongguang" Chen Qitao lost his lofty momentum and said respectfully.

Elder Qiong Guang just nodded and looked at Mo Yuyang, and Mo Yuyang also looked at Elder Qiong Guang.

Qiong Guang was secretly frightened, such a powerful luck, it turned out to be a Huaguang cover, full of luck, like an umbrella, like a light mask, almost condensed. It is faintly more than the red-blooded emperor of the year, "luck is like golden light, it does not disperse for a long time, all diseases do not arise, all poisons do not invade, luck is like flowing water, a hundred turns are endless, a hundred ghosts are not close, and a hundred evils are not touched". This person must stay in the sect, and he can't fall into other sects, and in the future, the Liuyanmen may look at the young man in front of him.

Mo Yuyang looked at the old man in front of him, and only felt unfathomable, with Mo Yuyang's current cultivation, he only felt that he was an ordinary person in front of him, but how could this be possible, he could serve as an elder in a sect, he would not be an ordinary person in any case, he could only be much stronger than himself, and now he couldn't see it.

"Little brother, where are you from, and why do you want to worship Liuyanmen?" Mo Yuyang looked at this old man who was still kind and pleasant, and he was not holding it up, and said slowly: "We are from Zhaoyang Town, Xia Anguo, my name is Jiang Pinghan, his name is Jiang Ande, our parents are dead, and we are helpless, so in order to no longer be bullied, we came to Liuyanmen to learn art." ”

Mo Ning's eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Yuyang (Jiang Pinghan) suspiciously. What are you doing by changing your name, oh, being hunted down, of course you have to change your name and surname.

Elder Qiong Guang looked at Jiang Pinghan, and did not doubt the truth, and said with a smile, "Okay, are you willing to worship the old man as a teacher?"

Mo Yuyang looked at Elder Qiong Guang, and then at Mo Ning's family (Jiang Ande, you know, I don't always explain), and finally thought about it again and again, but agreed.

"I have one condition, I hope the elders will agree"

"Oh, tell me about it"

"I hope my brother Jiang Ande can be with me"

Elder Qiong Guang looked at Jiang Ande for a while and said.

"The rules can't be spent, he is not talented enough to learn from you, but if you ask for it, let him be an outer disciple!"

"Then thank you, Elder," Jiang Pinghan hugged his fists and thanked him.

He followed Elder Qiong Guang into the mountain gate, ignoring Chen Qitao's cannibalistic gaze. As soon as you enter the arched gate, you will be transformed into a different scene. The smooth stone ground and the jade pillars on both sides of the road are all extremely exquisite, even if it is Mofu, it is not so atmospheric, maybe the palace has a comparison. Directly in front of it is a large hall, nine hundred and eighty-one steps, and there is a big tripod in front of the door at the end, but there is no incense.

As Elder Qiong Guang walked to a small courtyard, it was antique, although it was simple, but it was exquisite everywhere.

"Jiang Pinghan, you and your brother are resting here first, if you need to find your senior brother Kou Shaobin, I still have something to do, someone will arrange your brother later"

After Qiong Guang finished speaking, he turned around and left, and after a while, a person came in, dressed in cotton white, with a jade plaque hanging around his waist and a word Qiong written on it. The skin of the person who came was delicate, the eyebrows were like flying swords, the eyes were bright, the contours were distinct, and he was very heroic.

"Little junior brother, my name is Kou Shaobin, you have to call me senior brother, the master asked me to see what you need, and introduce you to the rules and some trivial things in the door. ”

As he was talking, another person came in with an iron sign hanging from his waist and a wandering character written on it