"Welcome to the little ancestor!"

There were thousands of people standing outside the temple, standing at the front was the smiling deputy sect master, behind them were the five elders, and then the sect masters, stewards, and disciples.

In addition to the retreating sect master and a few other elders, there were also some people who were out on business and could not be present for some special reasons, and the whole of the kamikaze sect gathered here.

Zhiyou arched his hand and smiled like a spring breeze, "You don't have to be like this, just call me Ah You." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Jian flicked the tail of the sword unhappily, and said with pity: "You have to remember your identity and don't lose your master's face." ”

Zhiyou: "......"

She didn't want the identity of the little master, and the few who wanted to come to retreat also accepted incompetence.

The deputy sect master looked very happy, and took the initiative to invite Ying to familiarize himself with the Fengshen Sect, and a little master called extremely cordial and natural,

Zhiyou felt a little embarrassed at first, but it quickly dissipated in the warm smile of the deputy sect master.

In the end, Zhiyou still took over the title of Little Master, the main reason is that the current Zhiyuan Sword can't afford to offend.

During the three years in the temple, her daily morning class was to invite the gods, and under the supervision of the Zhiyuan Sword, she could only devote herself to inviting the great god Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Zhiyuan, the great god, is not easy to invite, only three times in three years, once a year, there is no fixed day, and he has never left a word,

Each time, a white light came out of the eyes of the idol, and after a moment of resting on one person and one sword, it disappeared.

Zhiyou and Zhiyuan Sword both felt that Feng Zhiyuan could cast his divine sense, and naturally there would not be so little to do, and the reason why there was no communication or anything might just be that people were unwilling.

Shi Yuanjian was complaining, sad, disappointed, and angry...... All kinds of negative emotions alternated in turn, and the whole temple was soaked in gloomy and depressing,

"It's definitely not that Master doesn't want to see you, he must have a hard time, for example, his current situation is a bit dangerous, so he can only occasionally find an opportunity to take a quick look......"

"You'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

“……”

At first, Zhiyou tried every means to persuade him, but later found that the effect was not great, so he didn't want to waste his efforts in vain.

Three years is not a long time, but every day with Zhiyuan Sword is quite difficult.

If she hadn't been determined enough, she might have been ruined in the temple.

After the deputy sect master took Zhiyou to get a general understanding of the Wind God Sect, he talked about preparing to open the sect again.

It was only opened once three years ago, and there was no plan to open it again in a few decades, but because of the appearance of Zhiyou, it is now planned to open it again.

Since it was for her, it was natural to ask her opinion first, after all, now her identity was above the entire Wind God Sect,

Zhi You smiled faintly: "It's good that the deputy sect master decides." ”

The deputy sect master suddenly praised inexplicably: "The little master ancestor is worthy of being the little master ancestor. ”

has an otherworldly demeanor in her gestures, and the little fairy herself is nothing more than that.

“……”

When you don't know what to say, just keep a proper smile.

"Then it's scheduled for seven days."

The deputy sect master is a neat and neat one, and when he saw that Zhiyou agreed, he immediately resigned to prepare for the future affairs.

And before that, all aspects of the seclusion have been taken care of.

Zhiyou has a very large and beautiful courtyard at the peak, and she is a person who does not need to be served, so she has the most quiet place.

As soon as the courtyard door was closed, Zhiyou casually found a room, and a meditation was seven days.

As for the Zhiyuan Sword who was desperately unleashing her resentment in the courtyard, she could already ignore it completely.

In just seven days, the entire Kinabalu was dressed up in a joyful atmosphere, and all you could see was a gaudy red, as if someone was going to get married.

The deputy sect master prepared two sets of complicated costumes, one set of golden light, one set of red eye-catching, in addition to a large number of jewels and jewelry, some of which were exaggerated to the extreme, making people feel incredible.

What a distorted aesthetic, what a rebellious vision, to create something so amazing?

The deputy sect master is gracious, but he really doesn't want to be in close contact with any object.

After being embarrassed for a while, I felt that I didn't need to be embarrassed about such a trivial matter with my current status, so I decisively refused.

The deputy sect master was not reluctant, so he let her wear an ordinary black dress and walked out with a plain face.

"Welcome to the little ancestor!"

At regular intervals along the way, two disciples in red robes would wait on the side of the road, shouting slogans in an extremely loud and orderly manner.

Zhiyou hung an embarrassed and polite smile, and cooperated all the way from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Waiting for her was a giant flying magic weapon, shaped like a palace, dazzling gold and dazzling red, looking extra domineering and extra cheesy.

Zhiyou was already numb to the aesthetics of the Wind God Sect, and walked up to the magic weapon with a smile and stood at the highest point of the palace.