Wang Hu looked respectful, first stood up and saluted Yin Wuyi, and then was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"You are a disciple of the academy, although you are knowledgeable about current affairs, why don't you wear a scholar's robe, but wear a short dress like a peasant man."

Yin Wuyi suddenly asked curiously.

Wang Hu looked embarrassed and explained, "Lord Ghost Saint, although the disciple is a scholar, he is from a poor family, so he is not qualified to wear a long robe."

Yin Wujiao stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "Also, the world's scholars are divided into nine grades, those from famous families, supported by elders, and guided by famous teachers, but you disciples of poor families, if you don't have some perseverance, I'm afraid you don't even have a place to stand, this seat has not appeared for a hundred years, I didn't expect the academy to become like this."

When Wang Hu heard this, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

This academy is, after all, the academy of those famous families.

They were born and died, fighting demons and monsters all day long, and in the end they were not even allowed to wear long shirts.

Yin Wuyi saw his resentful thoughts, and sneered even more proudly in his heart.

"Now that you have left the academy, you don't need to pay attention to those corrupt people, what is the matter with you saying that Sun Ruowang has deviated from the scriptures?"

After all, he took away that guy, if he had the opportunity, he could have his thoughts, and also made his Dao heart clearer.

Wang Hu said, "Senior Brother Sun does have some..."

He thought about the wording, and finally sighed: "To be exact, he is a little like a madman, when he first entered the academy, he said in front of the door, 'Yang is Taoism, Yin is rich, he is elegant, and he acts like a dog'."

Yin Wuyi was originally a ghost cultivator, and he couldn't understand the truth at all, so he said angrily: "Okay, okay, don't drag the bag, I don't have much reading, so you can tell me, what did this guy do and be kicked into this wilderness."

Wang Hu smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Ghost Saint, Senior Brother Sun is okay to say everything else, just this sentence, he scolded the scholars in the world, to the beginning of the Confucian Sage."

"This guy—" Yin Wuyi's expression was a little sluggish when he heard this.

Even the patriarch scolded.

Although he is a ghost cultivator, he also knows some truths about respecting teachers and respecting the Tao, otherwise he would not have been bent on reviving the Yin Netherworld Sect all these years.

And Sun Ruowang, this guy, even the ancestor scolded him before he entered the academy.

However, the reader spoke in a fog, and he didn't know how to scold.

Yin Wuyi subconsciously asked, "What does this mean?"

"You are a ghost cultivator, and you are not ashamed to ask for the knowledge of a scholar."...

A crisp voice came, and the tone was full of sarcasm.

Yin Wuyi followed the voice and saw Yang Pan'er looking at him with a playful face at the moment.

What surprised him even more.

Yang Pan'er held her hands behind, and a cyan sword aura surrounded her body, and the whole person seemed to have become extremely dusty.

The previous sword may just be the sword intent left by others, although it is magnificent, Yin Wuyi is not too worried.

As long as that deity could continuously absorb the Nine Yin Qi, there would be no danger of death.

But now, the long sword beside the woman emitted a faint white mist.

Streams of the purest sword qi in heaven and earth spread out from the sword body, and then swept through the entire heaven and earth.

And in the distance, Wang Hu's eyes shrank, and he exclaimed, "Her sword heart has actually been established."

...

Sword cultivation and sword heart is the direction that sword cultivation needs to practice from the beginning, if from the perspective of Buddhism, sword heart is the same as the great wish, it is a vow to this heaven and earth.

Everyone can see that although Yang Paner's sword moves are profound and the sword intent is majestic, he has not really stepped into the way of the sword.

All her previous strength was nothing more than a castle in the air, left by that Dao Sect disciple.

When the mirror flower is shattered, Yang Pan'er will become an ordinary Jindan monk.

But if you set up a sword heart.

That's it

The difference, the thread of white mist wrapped around the body of the Qingxuan Sword is the great power of heaven and earth.

If Yang Paner's realm is improved again, he will be able to get more blessings.

This is sword cultivation.

With the blessing of heaven and earth, then you have the sword power.

A sword out, and the sky earthquake.

Yin Wuyi showed a look of appreciation on his face, and couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect to be able to see a female sword immortal today, if you are willing to worship me as a teacher, this seat can give you anything you want, even the sword immortal city, this seat is willing to take it to have a look."

Hearing this, Wang Hu looked sluggish.

He did not hesitate to kneel on his knees, but he was ignored when he wanted to become a disciple of Yin Wuyi.

And the little girl in front of her was able to get so much attention just by setting up a sword heart.

This world is still not the world of readers.

Yin Wuyi didn't even look at him, just looked at Yang Pan'er with a sincere face, the cultivator has an orderly inheritance, and it is an extremely difficult thing to have a genius disciple inherit the mantle.

Even if he is such a ghost cultivator, he can't help but look forward to it in his heart.

It's a pity, Yang Pan'er glanced at him slightly, and said proudly, "Just with you, you are also worthy of being my master?"

Yin Wuyi tugged at the corners of his mouth, anger rose on his face, and he said in a cold voice, "Okay, good, good, for the first time in my life, I had the intention of accepting an apprentice, but I was rejected, but it was simply refused."

He glanced at Zhao Ji, who was imprisoned, and said gloomily: "Little girl, that woman has a lot to do with you, if she dies, will you, the little female sword immortal, be very angry."

The words fell, and Yin Wuyi's right hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

The black qi that bound Zhao Ji became like ink, and then gradually shrunk, entangling the woman to death.

Yang Paner's eyes were full of anger, and she said loudly, "Stop."

Yin Wuyi ignored this and said with a smile: "In this world, everyone has people and things that they care about, and this seat likes to do one thing, and that is to make you fall into the dust again when you are happy or proud."

Immediately afterward, Yin Wuyi drove the black qi to contract.

Zhao Ji couldn't speak, a trace of red blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, although it was a four-tailed fox demon, but in the face of a ghost cultivator who had ascended to the realm, she didn't even have a chance to react.

The white shirt was covered in blood.

A strange change began to appear throughout the body.

Boom!

A white shadow appears.

Three more voices followed.

Four long fox tails stood in the wind, and Zhao Ji, who was imprisoned by the black qi, revealed her true body at this moment.

Four-tailed fox demon.

"Tut-tut, interesting, there are very few fox demons in heaven and earth, and the four-tailed ones are even rarer, this seat has traveled to Qingqiu back then, and wants to find a fox to be a maid, but unfortunately I haven't seen it for half a month."

Yin stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a sneer: "In this way, this seat is reluctant to kill you, the fox demon, and accepted you as a maid, wouldn't it be more faceless."

The fox demon struggled desperately with tears in his eyes, but the black qi wrapped around its entire body like a snake.

Wang Hu stood in the distance, his expression unpredictable.

Yin Wuyi turned his head, looked at Yang Pan'er, and smiled indifferently, "How, female sword immortal."