Chapter 8 You... Quite talented
Not only the Tianwen Sect, but the entire immortal cultivation world was talking about the chosen son of this ethereal root.
Because of the appearance of the ethereal root, the head of the Tianwen Sect, the elder and the others gathered together at the Divine Grace Peak.
Xiaoyao Peak Sword Venerable Ji has no frost.
Ethereal Peak Danzun Xuanze, Elder Xuanning, and Elder Ouyang Chen.
Tianling Peak Fu Zun Bai Shuo, Elder Gu Shu, Elder Shen Bei.
Divine Peak Sword Venerable/Head of the Imperial Heaven, Elder Fu Yunfei.
and the Void Elder of the Hall of Precepts.
Everyone didn't know about the situation of this ethereal root that suddenly appeared, but after all, the ethereal root was rare for thousands or even ten thousand years, so they didn't dare to slack off and hurriedly started the meeting.
"Wushuang, this ethereal root is a disciple of your Xiaoyao Peak?" Xuan Ning spoke first to break the calm.
"It's not." Ji Wushuang coldly spit out two words, the direction of the ethereal root was the mountain behind Xiaoyao Peak, and he probably guessed who it was.
"Then he probably hasn't apprenticed yet." Xuan Ze stated.
Shen Bei immediately answered, "Where is my future apprentice now?" ”
"Shen Bei, don't rob me of ......" Fu Yunfei heard Shen Bei even call him 'Future Apprentice', and even scolded him for being thick-skinned.
Seeing that the two wanted to quarrel, Bai Shuo helped his forehead to dissuade him.
"Don't argue yet, the top priority is to meet that disciple first and let him make a choice."
The eyes of the other nine fell on Ji Wushuang.
He used a spell to pinch a paper crane and transmitted the sound to Lu Youyou.
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Ye Yang is very clever and has mastered the art of cleaning after only one lesson.
"Thank you, senior sister."
It's the same sentence again.
"How many times a day do you want to thank me?" Lu Youyou pretended to be impatient, and picked up the natal sword - worry-free, "Look at it, I will only demonstrate this trick once." ”
Ye Yang can still remember a long time later, the girl's eyes at the moment she picked up the sword were firm and arrogant.
Every move and style reveals that it is sharp and extraordinary.
It's familiar.
Like the proud, bright, and lofty goddess he had dreamed of.
His blood was boiling, and he wanted to pull the goddess down from the altar and destroy her.
Seeing the girl put away her sword, Ye Yang suppressed the desire in her heart and applauded: "Senior sister, it's very strong." ”
"You're going to face up next month, but it's my senior brother, I'm not as good as him."
Hearing the girl's obviously low tone, he comforted: "Senior sister is the strongest in my heart. ”
"Heh, I'll be a sycophant." Lu Youyou rolled her eyes, "Don't embarrass me." ”
"The Night Yang will do his best."
He is very humble, even if he learns that he is an ethereal root, he does not say too much, he does not have more than one choice.
Lu Youyou directly cut down the wood on the side, sharpened it into a wooden sword, and handed it to the young man.
She didn't expect him to be so smart.
The young man picked up the wooden sword, and every move and style with her was like copying and pasting, flowing smoothly, even if he held the wooden sword, he was full of aura, and it was not difficult to get a glimpse of his future demeanor.
The young man didn't have a scabbard, so he had to hold the wooden sword in his hand and walked towards her with joy, "Senior sister, how is it?" ”
"You... Quite talented. "Outrageously smart.
The young man who heard the praise smiled brightly, "Thank you, senior sister." ”
"Hmph." Lu Youyou just wanted to take him to Ji Wushuang's collection room tomorrow, and saw Ji Wushuang's 'letter crane'.
She reached out to touch it, and Ji Wushuang's warm jade voice came from the air.
"Yo Yo, take Ye Yang to the Divine Peak."
She knew it must be for the ethereal root.
Ethereal Root, the pride of the sky, placed under any elder's sect, will be treated extraordinarily, only in Xiaoyao Peak, put people in front of her, she can seize the opportunity and suppress him.
What if he didn't hold out for a quarter of an hour after a month and turned around to go to another peak?
Lu Youyou looked at the young man in front of her, her expression was indifferent, and her tone was light, "Senior Brother Ye, I saved you and gave you a chance, but I didn't make a wedding dress for others." ”
"Don't think about going to other peaks to worship the elders next to you as teachers."
Ye Yang also knew that the ethereal root was the bargaining chip for him to turn over.
He had just thought about using this to stay away from this stupid woman.
Obviously, this is not a good time.
Moreover, the Frostless Sword Venerable is one of the few masters in the immortal cultivation world, and it is not a blessing to worship him.
Ye Yang lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the complicated emotions in his eyes, "My life belongs to my senior sister, where is my senior sister, where am I." ”
She thought:
is worthy of being a loyal dog male second, and his early personality is indeed quite like a dog, loyal and cute.
In front of Ye Yang, she pretends to be a willful and brutal lady every time, and she feels that she is about to be assimilated by the tone of the original owner.
Lu Youyou's feet landed on the Sanssouci Sword, took out the handkerchief, and handed it to Ye Yang, he understood, pinched the other end of the handkerchief with one hand, and stepped on the Sanssouci Sword.
The two came to the Divine Peak and were led by enthusiastic disciples along the way.
Different from the coldness of Xiaoyao Peak, the Divine Peak is particularly lively, and the sound of chattering and noisy laughter is full of laughter, in her memory, the original owner is very tired of this lively scene, so he never takes the initiative to come to the Divine Peak.
"Senior Sister Lu, in front of you is the guest hall where the elders of the head of the sect are engaged in business affairs." The zealous disciples took them and took their leave.
The two of them walked into the hall, calmly accepted the gaze, and saluted, "Xiaoyao Peak Lu Youyou to meet the elders." ”
"Disciple Yeyang to meet the elders."
Gu Yu is the righteous sister of the medical fairy Wen Cheng, last time Lu Youyou framed Wen Zhi, stealing chickens and rice, so that she didn't have a good impression of this vicious little girl at a young age, but she couldn't find fault on Ji Wushuang's face, so when she saw her come in, Gu Yu put on a face.
Everyone knew that this young man was an ethereal root, but in order to prevent mistakes, they still took out the measuring stone and tested it.
The result is the same.
"Do you want to be a teacher?" Yuten's tone was kind.
Fu Yunfei and Shen Bei were about to compete again, but they were preempted before they could speak.
"I think I'm very close to you, why don't you come to our Ethereal Peak?" Xuan Ning smiled, looking at him with a look that was bound to be obtained.
Nothingness heard the words, followed her line of sight, and met the young man's eyes The moment he was stunned, he slowly spoke, "It's not bad to come to the Discipline Hall." ”
Ye Yang pretended to be at a loss and looked at the girl on the side.
Receiving his gaze, Lu Youyou replied for him, "Back to the elders, my master said that if the junior disciple passes the assessment next month, he will be accepted as an inner disciple, so he will not consider other peaks." ”
Hearing this, several people had complicated faces, but they didn't expect Ji Wushuang to compete with them for disciples.
Shen Bei looked at Ye Yang and didn't want to give up: "You come under my door, you don't need to be assessed, you can just move in with your bag." ”
Lu Youyou also set her eyes on him, for fear that he would break his promise.
Ye Yang replied to her with a reassuring smile, and her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, "Thank you for the kindness of the elders, the disciple just wants to worship under the Frostless Sword Venerable." ”
Seeing that he had made up his mind, they didn't want to force it any more.
Indeed, no one was better suited to teach him than Ji Wushuang, who was also an ethereal root.