Chapter 67: Scrap 11

In the Taiqing Temple, Mao Yi sat on it with an indifferent expression, and waved his hand to Zhuge Liuyun, "You step back first, let Liu Qing enter the main hall to see me......!"

"Yes, master, disciple, let Liu Qing come in......!"

Zhuge Liuyun respectfully saluted his master and uncles, and snorted coldly at Liu Qing after walking out of the main hall.

"Little junior brother, the master in charge recruited you in, you had better understand the rules, otherwise you will ......!"

Although Zhuge Liuyun didn't explain his words, his voice already revealed a threatening tone.

The corners of Liu Qing's mouth provoked a trace of arc, directly ignoring Zhuge Liuyun's cunzài, and walked sideways into the Taiqing Temple.

Hotda Yin Xiucai and the others had cold eyes, looked at Liu Qing's back, and whispered to Zhuge Liuyun, who was almost rampant.

"Senior brother, this kid is too arrogant, you must find a way to teach him a lesson, otherwise, you will become lawless in the future, and you will not put us in ...... eyes!"

Zhuge Liuyun, who was the head of the sect, stood peacefully, and when he saw many juniors looking at him with different eyes, he smiled at the moment.

"Liu Qing is a new junior brother, it's normal that he doesn't understand the rules and precepts, we have to care more about him in the future, let's stand in line and wait for the master......!"

The disciples of each academy secretly praised themselves when they heard this, and some flatterers stretched out their thumbs and praised them.

Have you seen it, there are a lot of senior brothers, and they are examples for us to learn......!

Yes, the senior brother is a strong spell, how can he see ...... same as the new junior brother!

Regardless of men, women and children, they all like to listen to flattering words, and if they slap it on the back, even if they are iron-faced selfless, insidious and cunning people, they will be in a happy mood, and Zhuge Liuyun will be happy when he hears it, and he is even more fluttering.

Liu Qinggang walked into the Taiqing Temple, saw the master Mao Jiutian give him a look, thought that the master still cared about him, and hurriedly bowed to the head of the seat in the center of the hall.

"Disciple Liu Qing sees the head of the master and uncles, the disciple has just entered the Taoist Academy, and he doesn't understand many things, if there is anything wrong, please ...... the elders more Haihan!"

Mao Yi nodded, he had already learned about Liu Qing in his heart, thinking that although this son's personality was casual and uninhibited, he was a kind-hearted and courageous child, but the living environment made it so that he would need to be guided well in the future, so he immediately laughed softly.

"Liu Qing, hurry up, you are the only disciple of Mao Jiutian, you must learn spells from the master with your heart in the future, and you must not cause trouble......

"Thank you, uncle, please rest assured, the disciple will study hard," Liu Qing saw that the head did not blame himself, and his good impression of this old man deepened in his heart, and he hurriedly replied loudly.

Mao Jiutian touched his head and chuckled, pointing to the five men and one woman standing aside, "Apprentice, this is your second uncle Mao Erkong, the third uncle Mao Sanfa, the fourth uncle Mao Sizhan, the fifth uncle Mao Wutong, the sixth uncle Mao Liukun, this female uncle is the eighth uncle, and she is the master of the moon word, you must keep it in mind, so as not to be ......rude to meet in the future!"

"I've seen all the senior uncles, please take care of them and give me more advice," Liu Qing hurriedly turned around and saluted again with the six senior uncles, thinking that if people are under the eaves, brother should bow his head first.