Jiang Ling, as the senior brother of the Qingyun Sect, was naturally accompanied by several elders, Jiang Ling was dressed in white, his eyebrows were handsome and cold, his face was like white jade, and his thin lips were lightly pursed, which was five or six points similar to the temperament and charm of Xiyu Immortal Venerable.

Jiang Ling has excellent qualifications, a calm and kind personality, and is a genius who can be molded in the eyes of the elders, and a senior brother worthy of respect and learning in the eyes of the disciples.

The immature faces in the audience, with yearning and excitement for the future, all the stations stood straight and straight, like a little white Yang.

After arranging them one by one, Jiang Ling explained some things to them.

Suddenly, I heard the bell of the Qingyun Sect ring five times, and the sound was crisp and melodious.

Five bells ring, representing the head of the gate!

Master, it's out!

Then those new disciples saw the senior brother with a calm and handsome face and a calm eyebrow, excitedly dropped the things in his hand, turned around and ran all the way.

Before they could ask questions, the figure was gone.

"Have you heard? The boss is out! ”

"Oh my God! It's been ten years, and the head is finally out of the customs, go, go, let's take a look! ”

Those new disciples had already heard of the reputation of the head of Xiyu, and they all joined in the excitement and followed the flow of people.

……

There were not many people in the front hall, and most of them were kept outside.

Shen Yue sat in the upper seat, white-clothed crow hair, black hair tied up with a fine flawless jade crown, her beautiful pale face was perfect and incredible, and her eyes were covered with white gauze with golden patterns, not only did she reveal a fragile aura, but she showed that she was more cold and full of fairy spirit.

"Senior brother, have you succeeded in breaking through?" Xin Xi said worriedly.

Shen Yue hummed softly, and then added: "You don't need to worry. ”

Jiang Ling saw Shen Yue talking to Elder Ye next to him with a sideways face, his eyebrows and eyes were still so cold, and his expression was still so indifferent.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but take a step forward, and called out in a daze: "Master, ......"

Shen Yue turned his head and nodded slightly.

Even though she knew that Shen Yue couldn't see it, when she turned her head, Jiang Ling was still very nervous, cramped and uneasy like a child.

But soon Shen Yue turned his head again and continued to listen to Elder Ye's conversation.

The two of them were there talking about the development of the Qingyun Sect as before, and Jiang Ling was standing next to him, his eyes greedily falling on Shen Yue's body.

Shen Yue suddenly asked, "What about Rong Hua?" ”

She had been learning about Qingyun Sect since she came out of the customs, and she only reacted now, why didn't she hear her little apprentice call?

Elder Ye also reacted, and as soon as he swept his gaze, he saw the man standing in the corner.

He's changed really a lot in ten years.

He was wearing the uniform white robe of the Qingyun Sect, his three-dimensional facial features carved like a sharp knife exuded a cold aura, his eyes were deep and invisible, and his eyebrows were picturesque but extremely sharp.

But his eyes were as dark and dreary as a pool of stagnant water, extremely unpleasant, and the first look at people made people annoying from the heart, because his eyes were too cold and lifeless.

If it was true, Elder Ye still didn't like Rong Hua very much, because he really didn't look like a righteous person, and his personality was also gloomy.

Now that his master is out of the customs, he is still hiding aside and not coming to visit, what does this look like?

But he still spoke: "Rong Hua, don't you want to come yet?" ”

Rong Hua walked over quietly, looking at the white-clothed immortal in front of him, there was a hint of loosening in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

"Master."

The deep male voice, like the sound at the end of the cello, may be due to the fact that he rarely speaks, and his voice is slightly hoarse, but it is not difficult to hear.

Shen Yue was stunned when he heard his voice, and he couldn't react a little: "Rong Hua? ”

How did her apprentice's voice become so ...... Well... It's masculine, and the voice used to be so cute.

Xin Xi's beautiful eyebrows, who were standing beside Shen Yue, suddenly furrowed, with an undisguised disgust and disgust.

The tall man said expressionlessly, "It's me." ”

Shen Yue pursed her bright red lips, and her cold voice softened a little: "Come to the teacher's side." ”

Rong Hua walked up to her, because Shen Yue was still sitting, and he had a somewhat condescending vision.

Elder Ye only frowned and didn't say anything more.

Rong Hua looked at Shen Yue's approach, his body instinctively stiffened, and the tip of his nose was surrounded by a familiar clean fragrance, faint, especially smelling.

It's the taste he's been missing for a long time.

Rong Hua's eyes were slightly deep, and he looked sideways at the hand on his shoulder, snow-white and slender, with delicate bones, and the veins like green daisy were extremely conspicuous, attracting people to want to lick it.

But she only touched it lightly twice and took it back.

Shen Yue suddenly felt a little melancholy in her heart, originally she wanted to touch a man's head, but her height did not allow her to be willful, she was a little doll a few years ago, and now she has grown so tall.

"I've grown taller." Shen Yue whispered.

The man snorted and there was no follow-up.

Shen Yue also noticed his alienation and indifference, her delicate eyebrows narrowed slightly, and she sighed in her heart, after all, she was sorry for him.

After explaining some things to a few elders, Shen Yue led Rong Hua back to the Zinc Qing Palace.

Jiang Ling watched Shen Yue's departure, and he was somewhat envious of Rong Hua in his heart, if he was Shizun's apprentice......

The Zinc Qing Hall was still as deserted as ever, or even more silent than before.

Shen Yue walked in front, and Rong Hua followed her like a shadow.

"I didn't teach you anything as a teacher, and now this sword is given to you." Shen Yue turned his back to him, and a sword appeared out of thin air.

Turning around, the sword in her hand was not an ordinary sword, this sword had always been carried by Shen Yue, it was given to her by her master, and the power of this sword was immeasurable.

The body of the sword is thin, there is no weight, there is a faint cold light, and the hilt is embroidered with delicate lines.

This sword is called Quehua, and it is also a priceless existence in the cultivation realm, and it is extremely cherished.

Rong Hua was obviously stunned, raised his eyes to look at the immortal with a white cloth covering his eyes, pursed his lips, and respectfully bent down to take it with both hands.

The moment the fingertips touched, Rong Hua suddenly felt a slight itch on his fingertips and his eyes were slightly dark.

"Disciple, thank Master for your love." The flattered and deep male voice makes it impossible to hear his emotions.

In fact, Shen Yue is still a little uncomfortable, a cute and lovely, crying little doll suddenly became like this, it feels a little strange.

Shen Yue pressed his fingertips against his forehead and probed his cultivation.

It's not very good, it's not bad, it's just average.

The warm and cool touch made Rong Hua's gaze unconsciously fall on the person in front of him.

The good-looking thin lips are pursed into a line, and the bottomless eyes look at the person in front of him intently, and the gaze is sticky and unflattering.