"Brother Jiang?"

Li Qingyun, who had been paying attention to Jiang Ding, didn't know why, but he also stood up and stood with his hands tied.

Sure enough, after a while, a white-eyed old cultivator and a rough man walked in together, and glanced at Jiang Ding with a little surprise.

With their realm, even if they are not hidden, the foundation building monks may not be able to detect it in advance, but a mere mortal can do this, it is really an innate sword body.

"I've seen Elder Taishang!"

Jiang Ding and the two said respectfully.

After the old rosacea, they knew the identities of the two.

Brother Jindan!

The supreme master of the Seven Feathers Sect, a land immortal-like figure with a lifespan of six hundred years, moves mountains and reclaims the sea, burns cities and destroys the country, but waits.

Especially Jiang Ding, be careful and careful, try his best in etiquette and posture, and he is much more worried than the ignorant Li Qingyun.

With the exception of the Immortal Gate, almost all the high-ranking monks had a more or less moody personality.

If you don't pay attention to it, if you are rude, it is possible for him to slap you to death and then destroy your clan, regardless of the interests of the sect and family, and fully implement the free and chaotic side of the immortal path.

"Don't be restrained by the two little friends, just treat the Seven Feather Sect as your home."

The white-eyed old cultivator was also keenly aware of the anxiety of the two, and smiled to himself.

No matter how talented he is, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Yes, Elder Taishang!"

Jiang Ding and the others became more and more respectful.

"That's it, it's good to get along for a long time."

The white-eyed old cultivator didn't force it, looked at Li Qingyun, and said kindly: "The old man Li Tianzhong, a native of Lijia Village, Baishui County, Chizhong Prefecture, Yueguo, has the luck of the Immortal Dao, and has entered the late stage of Jindan. ”

"Li Xiaoyou, would you like to worship the old man as a teacher?"

Li Qingyun was stunned, then showed a look of ecstasy, knelt down, and said loudly: "Disciple Li Qingyun, please meet the teacher!" May the teacher be prosperous and have an endless life! ”

"Haha! Good apprentice! ”

The white-eyed old cultivator laughed, approaching the twilight of life, it is a great joy in life to be able to get a good disciple to inherit his mantle and protect the sect and family.

He took out a green jade pendant.

"This superb magic weapon Qingling wears a protective body, the ability to gather spirits, it is used by the teacher when he was young, I hope you will also be like a teacher, smooth and obedient, no disease and no disaster to Jindan."

"Thank you!"

Li Qingyun respectfully took the jade pendant, carefully wore it on his waist, stood behind the white-eyed old cultivator, and glanced at the rough man with his spare eyes.

In his mind, the talent of the number one on the dragon and phoenix list will never be lower than himself, and his combat effectiveness is even more than a notch, so he should also worship a Jindan Immortal as a teacher.

To Li Qingyun's surprise, the rough man didn't make any moves, just watched.

"The apprenticeship ceremony will be held later."

The old man of the white eyebrows instructed and looked at Jiang Ding: "Little friend, the old master has a will when he is dying, and he must find the inheritor of the "Pure Yang Golden Lotus Book" of the exercises practiced by the teacher. ”

"I'm sorry to this day."

Wednesday Yan looked up at the sky.

The old man of the teacher is sitting at the end of his life, and two of the disciples have formed a golden pill, and there is a fart last wish.

Li Qingyun's eyelids jumped, and he looked at Jiang Ding incredulously.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, are you willing to worship the old man's teacher, and Jin Lian is a real teacher?"

"This, this ......"

Jiang Ding's face changed, and he didn't dare to speak.

The spirit instinctively touched the tip of the rusty sword, ready to run away.

Didn't this Jin Dan live too long and go insane?

Or temptation,

A slapped to death with a wrong word?

"Why, Jiang Xiaoyou can't look down on the old man's teacher, Jin Lian Zhenren?" The white-eyed old cultivator deliberately kept a straight face.

"Senior, don't dare to do this!"

Jiang Ding bowed deeply.

"It's just that the kid is thin and talented, and his knowledge is vulgar, so he doesn't dare to be a brother with the two seniors."

"That is to make my senior brother and sister unscrupulous, and I have no face to see my teacher under Jiuquan." The white-eyed old cultivator sighed bitterly: "I miss my teacher, it has been two hundred and fifty-seven years since I passed away......"

Wednesday Yan looked at it expressionlessly, and the coercion of the Jindan level loomed.

"Not really!"

Jiang Ding's scalp exploded, and his figure almost disappeared instantly, and it took a lot of willpower to calm down, and his mind was racing rapidly, and he barely judged,

These two Jin Dan don't seem to have much malice, they just seem to want to accept apprentices on their behalf?

Why?

"What does that mean?"

The white-eyed old cultivator asked with a smile.

Wednesday Yan's face was expressionless, and a trace of coercion was enhanced, and the pressure like a mountain was surging.

"Where is my master Jin Lian?"

Jiang Ding's heart was horizontal, ready to run away at any time.

Today, I finally experienced the moodiness of the old monster of Jindan, and the feeling of repeatedly jumping sideways on Huangquan Road at any time.

Don't have that chance again.

"Hahaha! Very good! ”

The white-eyed old cultivator laughed, rolled up Jiang Ding and turned into a rainbow light and flew outward, and Zhou Yan took Li Qingyun to follow.

Soon after, two rays of light fell on the tall and majestic ancestral hall on the top of the mountain.

The glazed tile roof, the main hall is higher than many mortal mountains, each has gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder seven colors of clouds, as if entering the fairy palace, the smell of incense on the tip of the nose is fragrant, which makes people's spirits slightly shocked.

The white-eyed old cultivator looked solemn, and led the three of them into the main hall slowly, until they saw a forest of tablets with flashing spiritual light.

Among them, the front, the largest, and the most conspicuous is a seven-color tablet, with several big characters on the book 'Seven Feathers of the Founding Patriarch'.

The white-eyed old cultivator and Wednesday Yan moved slowly, solemnly put three sticks of incense, and then said: "Come and visit, this is the patriarch of this sect, Qiyu Zhenren." ”

"The patriarch is an old man with deep immortal luck, and he is blessed with all the heavens, and when the realm is low, he gets the opportunity to go against the sky, cultivates to the peak realm of Jindan, sweeps several surrounding countries, and is admired by tens of thousands of people."

"After the patriarch sat down, he left behind the treasure of the Seven Elements Tablet, the Nine Heavens Ruins and other Zhenzong heritage, so that the sect will continue to this day, and bless our descendants and descendants."

"Meet the Patriarch!"

Jiang Ding and the two knelt down three times and knocked nine times, not daring to ignore it in the slightest.

After some ceremony, several people came to a tablet in the middle on the left, and wrote 'The Seventeenth Patriarch Jin Lian Zhenren Spiritual Position'.

A portrait slowly unfolds, an image of an old woman with a cold light in her eyes.

"This is my teacher, Jin Lian Zhenren!"

Bai Mei said slowly.

There was silence for a while, and he was as stunned as Wednesday Yan, and fell into many memories.

Jiang Ding and the others did not dare to disturb.

"Teacher, before I know it, it's been two hundred and fifty-seven years, and I'm getting old......"

The white-eyed old cultivator sighed in a low voice, woke up from his memories, and gestured to the young man behind him with his eyes.

"Disciple Jiang Ding, meet the teacher!"

Jiang Ding knelt three times and knocked nine times, and there was no psychological burden.

If the Seven Feather Sect does not live up to him and the Immortal Sect, he will not live up to it.

After a long time, after a set of complicated rituals, including the inscription of the heart, Jiang Ding got up.

The [Great Mantra of Xianmen] protects the souls of all Xianmen citizens and ensures that the knowledge of Xianmen will not be leaked.

"Little junior brother, I am the eldest disciple of the master, just call me senior brother." The white-eyed old cultivator smiled kindly: "This is your second senior brother Wednesday Yan." ”

"Master is gone, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, or if you have any questions about cultivation, you can just ask us directly in writing."

Jiang Ding hesitated for a moment: "I've seen the senior brother, the second senior brother." ”

"Little junior brother."

Wednesday Yan was succinct and to the point.

"In the future, if there is anything you don't understand in cultivation, ask me, as long as I am free, I will try to answer for you."

Although he can't afford to raise a Jindan Sword Cultivation Seed, there is no harm in making friends, both for himself and his family.

"I've seen Uncle Xiaoshi!"

Li Qingyun said helplessly.

I was a junior just now, but I suddenly became a junior.

"The teacher is happy and quiet, and the apprenticeship ceremony is simple, but the apprenticeship ceremony still has to be done." The white-eyed old man smiled and said, "It's good to let the peak masters and juniors get to know each other." ”

(End of chapter)