Thank you for the reward of the Aurora North Pole~ I didn't come back until four o'clock this afternoon, and I just met the author and couldn't get in...... Hurry up and change!)

(In addition, there is a chapter today, I don't push the book, I recommend Xiaozhou's personal Weibo, directly search for "Zhou Xingzao", and ask for mutual fans~ That's right, it's my pen name.) I haven't added V yet)

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Yang Fan also understood what he meant, at this time, he couldn't care about anything else, and with a faint smile, he knew the patrol route tonight from the team leader who was closest to him, Tie Er, and after a little discussion with his eldest brother, he ran home.

The purpose of the patrol route is just to prevent Xu Liuyi from suddenly escaping, and then he can find a kind of backhand that the nearest patrol team ordered to search.

As for Tetsuji, he had long since lost any idea after the kid who could only rely on the sword to maneuver himself showed his amazing talent in cultivation.

Li Shaobai watched him make a detour and then disappear into the night, so he didn't waste any more time, quietly squeezed through the crowd, and searched for the crowd behind.

Lin Qinghan glanced at where Yang Fan and the others were originally standing, gave a few commands, and continued to communicate with Yu Changtian.

Only Xiao Fan left, and after many of the previous ceremonies were over, he should also be back. On the premise that a lot of time has been wasted tonight, it is necessary to start the ancestor worship ceremony.

Wang Meng heard the subtle voice in his ears, stepped forward, called left and right to take the wild boar, goat, melon and fruit candied fruit and other sacrifices that had been prepared long ago, arranged the corresponding things, said a few words of wishing the ancestors to bless as usual, and then took a step back and asked Lin Qinghan to preside over the ceremony.

At this moment, Yu Changtian had already turned around and withdrawn from a distance, and immediately quietly looked at the orderly ancestor worship ceremony in the square, fully expressing his respect.

"In the past 500 years since the establishment of Qinglong Village, there have been countless troubles and countless storms, and I have never seen anything! I think you should all know the reason why our big guy can stand here safely. ”

Lin Qinghan took two steps, but the small voice echoed in everyone's ears, clear and floating in the sky.

"That's because there are my generation who work hard, and there are righteous people who sacrifice their lives and forget their deaths, all for the Qinglong Village where we live!"

"For the sake of us being born here, living here, and eventually buried in Qinglong Village here! It is precisely for this reason that I will willingly dedicate myself to it and sacrifice for it without complaint!"

"I didn't teach you this, but our ancestors who were buried in the temple taught us!"

"Today, let me wait to be grateful, let me wait to be protected, let me wait to be sorry for the village, to the ancestors of this full hall, to the sacrificed soldiers--salute!"

After saying that, Lin Qinghan's face was solemn, and he slowly turned around solemnly, and respectfully bowed towards the gate of the ancestral hall.

With his movements, the three captains of the Qi Induction Realm also bent down and bowed deeply in the direction of the ancestral hall.

The rest of the people on the field were wearing robes, stretching out their hands to stabilize the hem of their clothes, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world, bending their heavy legs, and bowing to the owners of Qinglong Village, the ancestors of the past generations, and countless martyrs.

At this moment, the blue and white mist that swirled and drifted in the hall seemed to come to life, accompanied by the inexplicable wisps of night wind, consciously swayed out of the hall, hovering above everyone without hurry, soaring.

The slender sandalwood in the tripod does not know when it is shining, the incense is lit, the light is flickering; in this pitch-black ancestral hall that is slightly a little gloomy, it is reflected in the square circle step, like the green lamp in front of the Buddha, long and eternal, the light is as bright as ever.

Yu Changtian stood in the distance, but his mind seemed to float to the underworld, and when the smell of incense on the square went straight to the nine heavens, he came back to his senses and sighed lightly.

On the other side of the village, Yang Fan finally stepped into the house out of breath after nearly half an hour of running.

"Young Master, what are you doing in a hurry?"

To his surprise, it seemed that Xu Liuyi had just stopped a set of alchemy techniques in his hand, and there was still a layer of fine and clear sweat on his smooth forehead, perhaps because he saw his hurried form, he still had the heart to greet himself.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Fanzai carefully looked at any kind of hidden expression on Xu Liuyi's face, but found that she did not have any flaws in her eyelids, or a muscle group anywhere else, or even her heartbeat and blood pressure.

How is this possible? No flaw is the biggest flaw!

Yang Fan firmly believed.

"Liu Yi, I don't care, there's nothing important. It's you, how is your alchemy cultivation?"

Hearing that the young master came back just to ask about her cultivation, Rao is that she had unparalleled trust in her own young master, but she still couldn't help muttering a little in her heart.

"Sun Wuya's seniors in the guard house accepted me as a disciple, so he modified the thirty-six sets of alchemy techniques and broke them down into seventy-two sets. Now I've reached the seventeenth set of cultivation!"

Xu Liuyi hesitated for a moment, thinking that the master and his old man had said that he would accept the eldest brother and the son as apprentices together, but still said the matter.

At this moment, Yang Fan was a little confused.

Who is Sun Wuya? How could he accept her as an apprentice? Xu Liuyi is now a child who is only fourteen years old and can't even practice alchemy for a long time.

Since I thought of these questions, I couldn't pretend to know everything and ask all the questions that came to mind.

Xu Liuyi had to tell what happened the night before from beginning to end before before she could be regarded as convincing Yang Fan.

"What are you talking about? Senior Sun is a master of the Qi Refining Rank? And when I first met him, he was still an old man? How come I have never heard of such a senior in our Qinglong Village? How could such a person be ......?"

Speaking of this, Yang Fan suddenly realized something, and hurriedly stopped talking. I wanted to ask why such a master of the Qi refining rank would think of accepting apprentices, even if he accepted apprentices, how could he receive Xu Liuyi's head?

It wasn't until half of the sentence had been asked that Yang Fan felt that this question seemed to have a little discrimination, so he quickly shut up, so as not to hurt her self-esteem.

After listening to Xu Liuyi explain the cause and effect of the matter, although Yang Fan had never heard of such a powerful older generation in his village, he already believed it in his heart.

It's just that believing is believing, but it is still difficult to accept. As a result, the questions on Yang Fan's lips increased more and more, and even the matter that he was going to question her was temporarily put aside.

"You don't need to ask, if there's anything, just come and ask this seat. ”

At this moment, a blue-purple light suddenly lit up in the courtyard, which flashed in the dark night, but the bright color was reflected in Yang Fan's pupils and did not disperse for a long time.

Accompanied by the light, it was such a sentence with a flat voice, but vaguely revealing the unrivaled domineering words, dignified, unconsciously, it was already full of pressure.

The blue light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe and carrying his hands behind his back; his face was like a rock on the top of a mountain, which had been beaten by wind and rain, sun and rain, but he did not move; his eyes seemed to have lightning and thunder piercing the sky, trying to break the shackles of the world in his eyes.

Such a man, even if he simply stops there, does not give rise to any selfish thoughts.

Insolent, mighty, but with an unstoppable domineering.

This is Sun Wuya!

The man who was once known as the first day genius of Qinglong Village.

Even if Yang Fan really had any problems, he couldn't open his mouth in front of this man, so he could only give a deep bow to show his respect.

However, Xu Liuyi didn't feel the slightest breath from him, only the care and warmth when he first met him never changed.

"Master!"

So she cried out happily, ran to him merrily, and bowed respectfully.

The aura that belonged to this man in Yang Fan's sense suddenly disappeared at this moment, and he immediately heard his laughing voice, which seemed to be a little doting:

"Liu Yi, how many times have you said as a teacher, don't call me Master again!

Although he couldn't see Xu Liuyi's actions and expressions at this time, after getting along for the past few months, Yang Fan automatically made up the picture scroll in his mind.

I saw Xu Liuyi stick out his tongue, pull his broad palm, and said with a smile:

"Master, you are a great master in this realm, do you still care about this little detail, you see, you are 'for the teacher' and 'for the teacher' every time, I have heard a lot on weekdays, where can I change my words?"

Sun Wuya pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, and seemed to have discovered this prefix of his own sentence under her reminder, and said with a little bit of reason:

"It's okay, anyway, you and my ancestors and grandchildren don't need to care about all this red tape, since you are willing to call Master, then let it be! As a teacher, as long as you don't be so dull on weekdays. ”

Xu Liuyi smiled again and mischievously agreed:

"Master, you see that I am quite lively now, and I am not as dull as I am on weekdays, right?"

Listening to the few notes she deliberately accentuated, Sun Wuya reached out and touched her head, and said with a smile:

"Okay, you naughty little girl, how far have you cultivated the alchemy I taught you?"

Yang Fan stood in place with his hands hanging down without moving, but he couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart.

Is this still the majestic and domineering man?

To have such an image of a fourteen-year-old girl, compared to when she was just facing herself, it is really a world of difference.