On the stele are written four big characters "Lu Tianxian Ju".

The process of worshipping into the Chunyang Palace is also very smooth, and the inscription left by the patriarch Lu Tianxian has been read in front of the mountain gate, and after three bows, it is considered to be an official entry.

Everyone stared at the sword in their hands, picked it up, and examined it carefully.

Only Wang Lin didn't pay attention to the flying sword.

He had been staring at the elder who was distributing the sword weapons, staring at the other party's hair for a long time.

Due to his occupation and the cause of death in his previous life, he paid special attention to this issue.

Even though dozens of hairs were suddenly pulled down, the elder still had an indifferent expression, and the clouds on his head were still towering.

After repeated confirmations, Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that immortal cultivators don't have to worry too much about hair loss.

However, the move of turning hair into a sword, I don't know if it is the mainstream exercise in the door.

In the future, if he can not learn this trick, he will never learn it.

After learning, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to restrain himself and not try tricks like Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.

When the time comes, one move of ten thousand swords will be handsome, but what will you do after that?

After entering the mountain gate, the next thing has nothing to do with Su Banxia.

She acted decisively and concisely, did not say any false and empty clichés, just briefly explained a few words, and after asking everyone to wait for a while, she stepped aside and stood still.

After a while, all kinds of rainbow lights flew at the mountain gate, and auspicious clouds rose.

The teachers of the various peaks and courtyards in the gate sat in the distance, and with just a flick of their sleeves, they showed all kinds of means to summon their newly recruited disciples to their front.

The seventy-two new disciples were almost clean.

In addition to Wang Lin and Su Banxia, there were only Lu Qingkong, An Qianxue, a black-faced young man in front of the mountain gate, a girl who looked four points like Su Banxia, and an elder who distributed swords, there were only seven of them.

Seeing that the people were gone, Lu Qingkong ran to the elder with a smile on his face, and called out with a little affection:

"Uncle Tai!"

Only then did Wang Lin know that this non-bald elder who prevented hair loss was the backer that Lu Qingkong was talking about.

The elder's name is Lu Zijian, and his cultivation is also counted in the Pure Yang Palace, and he is the law enforcement elder in the gate.

Although his surname is Lu, and he has the same surname as the ancestor of Chunyang Palace, they are not related to each other.

It's just that thousands of years ago, there was a stunningly talented young man surnamed Lu, who would worship under the door created by Lu Zu by fate, and that's it.

But Lu Qingkong didn't think so.

He already thought highly of himself, and felt that he was already the future pillar of the Pure Yang Palace.

Now not only did he see the majestic appearance of his uncle, but he also learned Lu Zu's name in front of the door, and he was even more excited in his heart, and he thought a little higher of himself.

- Okay, the ancestor's surname is Lu, my teacher's surname is Lu, and my surname is Lu, in the future, I will definitely carry forward the sect, so that there will be successors from Uncle Tai and the ancestor!

Lu Qingkong secretly thought in his heart, but he already regarded himself as all the hope for the future of the Pure Yang Palace.

He saw that there were few people around him, except for Wang Lin and Su Banxia, the rest of the people were all brothers and sisters of the same line who worshiped under Lu Zijian's sect with him, so he climbed up the pole, took the opportunity to have a relationship with the master, and called out to Uncle Tai.

But unexpectedly, after hearing this, this Elder Lu Zijian not only shouldn't, but frowned, and said unhappily:

"I... I practiced in the mountains a... Where did the sword of a lifetime come from... Where did the thousand-year-old great-grandson come from? My dear... My relatives have long since died, and if you insist on recognizing me as your uncle, then I will not be your master. ”

For some reason, this Elder Lu Zijian actually stammered a little when he spoke.

But when he said the back, when he was a little angry, his speech became smooth again, and he directly scared Lu Qingkong half to death.

"The disciple knows his mistake and asks... I ask Master's forgiveness! ”

This stuttering seemed to be contagious, Lu Qingkong was in a hurry, and he also stammered, and he was even more frightened in his heart, for fear that Lu Zijian would think that he was disgruntled, and deliberately provoked to find fault, and expelled himself from the division in a fit of anger.

Lu Zijian didn't get angry because of this, after hearing that Lu Qingkong knew his mistake, he soothed his face, waved his hand, called the four apprentices he had accepted to him, and instructed them one by one.

Wang Lin's master was not in the mountains, and no one took him away, so he joined in the excitement and stood and listened.

If someone else is left, it doesn't matter, but the four people in front of him, except for Lu Qingkong, the other three are all "dangerous people" who were marked by him before.

This time there is an opportunity to find out a little bit about these three people, and he will naturally not miss it.

Su Banxia's errand had been completed, and she didn't leave, her eyes blinked, and she also looked at Lu Zijian's side, listening to other people's masters and apprentices, and looked at the girl who was a little similar to her with some concern.

Lu Zijian stumbled and spoke very slowly.

Su Banxia was anxious, came to Wang Lin's side, and while listening to Lu Zijian's speech, he explained the reason to him:

"Elder Lu hasn't opened his mouth a few times in the past thousands of years, and he is not used to talking to people after a long time.

"Senior Uncle, don't underestimate Elder Lu because of this.

"His cultivation is thorough, not only his magic power is profound, but his swordsmanship is superb. He has been cultivating for more than 1,300 years, 900 years in retreat and solitude, 80 years listening to the scriptures, 300 years practicing swords, and 20 years going out of the mountains to compete with swords.

"In the twenty years since he came out of the mountain, he has seen all the Yuanying Sword cultivators in the world several times, and few of them can be compared to Elder Lu Zijian."

She excitedly told Wang Lin about Lu Zijian's power.

The two chatted and listened, and after a short time, they listened to Lu Zijian's words of exhortation to his four new disciples.

An Qianxue, who has the strongest talent, was taught to clear her mind and think clearly, and stop thinking about the idle affairs of the mortal royal family.

Lu Qingkong, who was still talented, was taught a lesson, just to make him humble and self-reliant, Lu Zijian said word by word for a quarter of an hour.

The girl who was somewhat similar to Su Banxia, named Su Qingyue, had cultivated the level of the fifth level of the Qi cultivation period in the trial, and could only be regarded as medium among all the new disciples.

Lu Zijian also exhorted a few words, hoping that she could work hard and practice hard after she started.

Finally, there was the black-faced boy named Mo Cong.

Many elders before were not optimistic about this young man with the worst qualifications, and were unwilling to accept him as an apprentice.

Lu Zijian's strength overrode public opinion and accepted him as an apprentice, because he took a fancy to his perseverance in trials and his strong perseverance in the Tao.

No matter how difficult it was to practice Qi and how slow the progress was, this young man named Mo Cong was not discouraged in the slightest.

For more than a thousand days and nights, he never stopped for a day, and at the last moment, he finally broke through to the third layer of the Qi cultivation period and obtained the qualification to pass the trial.

For the disciples of this kind of heart, Lu Zijian didn't say much, but just told him to keep his heart steady and not pay attention to the ups and downs of the outside world.

Seeing that Elder Lu had finished speaking, Su Banxia hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects, pulled Su Qingyue over, and said embarrassedly:

"Elder Lu, this is my sister, now that I have entered your door, if there is anything wrong, you can tell me, although I am her little sister at home, but I always get started earlier than her, it is not difficult to teach her a good lesson for you."

The two sisters stood up together, and bowed deeply to Lu Zijian.

Wang Lin couldn't help but think of Mo Yunqi, who had an extraordinary appearance before, a personable demeanor, and a martial arts character that was at the top of the world, but he couldn't enter the fairy gate.

Although the Mo family has a son, who is known as the first true legend of Starfall Pavilion, it is not easy to bring his own brothers and sisters to get started.

Now that the Su family doesn't need to pretend to be a relationship, it has its own big momentum of double female cultivation.

It's no wonder that Su Banxia looked down on Mo Yunling so much before.

"Ah yes, Elder Lu, this is Senior Uncle Wang Lin, a newly accepted disciple of Elder Shida, and now there is no place to settle down on the mountain, and the head of the sect has not made any arrangements, so it is better to take my little uncle back with you, and help him find a place to live on your Lin Xi Peak, and I will also go back to the merit room to pay errands."

Su Banxia seemed to be sure that Lu Zijian was a good talker, and threw Wang Lin to the other party.

Just looking at the law enforcement elder's kind eyes, he only nodded, and then responded to the matter.