In the morning, the small building of the garden.

Knock knock, knock came from outside the door, and Zhao An had just gotten up and dressed at this time.

"Who the hell is it so early?" Zhao An yawned, slowly walked to the gate, and opened the door. Standing outside the door were Xue Ji and Shangguan Yan, and it was Shangguan Yan who knocked on the door.

Seeing that it was these two people, Zhao An yawned again and asked, "Haven't you been to the world of two? Why did you come to me early in the morning? Do you want me to play mahjong?"

Zhao An's words made the two of them blush, Shangguan Yan blushed, and said, "Today is the day when the Northern Han Sect accepts new disciples, and Xue Ji and I have come to invite you to watch the ceremony." ”

Just when Zhao An was about to refuse politely, a young female voice came from inside the house: "It's so noisy, Xiao Yezi wants to sleep." ”

At the same time as the voice came out, a delicate girl in white pajamas walked out of the room, still rubbing her eyes with her hands.

Looking at the girl in front of them, Xue Ji and Shangguan Yan looked at Zhao An with "I understand" eyes at the same time.

Zhao An, who saw it, was furious in his heart, and hurriedly explained: "Don't think about it too much, you two, this is my sister." "This sister is Xiao Yezi, which is also the identity that Zhao An found for Xiao Yezi.

Xiao Yezi naturally strictly obeyed Zhao An's order, jumped over, hugged Zhao An's arm, and pretended to be scared and said, "Brother, who are they?"

Zhao An touched Xiao Yezi's head with gentle eyes, and comforted: "It's okay! They are my brother's friends, you can go inside and sleep again." ”

Of course, the eyes are gentle or something, and they are all acting on the spot. Hearing Zhao An's words, Xiao Yezi pretended to be an obedient good boy and trotted back to the inner room.

"Let's go out and talk! Little Leaf still has to sleep. Zhao An walked out of the door and stepped into the courtyard.

In the pavilion in the front yard of the Huiyuan, Zhao An and Shangguan Yan sat on a stone chair, and a pot of tea was boiling on the stone table.

"Brother Zhao, are you really not going to the ceremony of the new disciple?" Shangguan Yan asked.

When the water boiled, Zhao An opened the lid of the pot, put in a handful of tea leaves, and then said: "What is the difference between me going and not going? ”

Just when Shangguan Yan wanted to speak again, Xue Ji, who didn't speak much, said to Shangguan Yan: "Senior Sister Shangguan, since Brother Zhao doesn't want to go, forget it." ”

"Okay. Shangguan Yan's tone was slightly disappointed, but he still accepted the result.

In fact, Shangguan Yan and Xue Ji came to invite Zhao An, on the one hand, they regarded Zhao An as their friend, and on the other hand, they wanted to repay Zhao An for their kindness. Although it won't work this time, then you can only repay it next time.

After ending the invitation topic, Zhao An chatted with Shangguan Yan and Xue Ji about cultivation. One thing to say, Shangguan Yan and Xue Ji are not worthy of being high disciples of the Northern Han Sect, and the problems encountered by Zhao An in his cultivation can basically be answered or experienced by the two of them.

And Zhao An, who has cultivated the two top exercises of "The Tao Sutra of Suppressing Evil Spirits" and "The Heart Sea Immeasurable Sutra", can also give Xue Ji and Shangguan Yan a lot of inspiration.

"It's almost time, Senior Brother Xue and I need to return to the Northern Cold Academy to attend the ceremony of the new disciples. Then take your leave. ”

After that, Shangguan Yan and Xue Ji left the small building in Huiyuan.

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Around noon.

Zhao An went out as usual and went to the canteen of Beihan College for lunch.

Due to the snow that had just fallen, the path to the cafeteria was covered with snow. The whole environment is covered in silver, quite temperamental and beautiful.

After making a bowl of noodles at the master of the cafeteria, Zhao An casually found a table to eat. As for Xiao Yezi, she is a puppet and doesn't have to eat!

Another corner of the cafeteria.

The new disciples celebrated their entry into the Northern Han Sect together, just like being admitted to a good university in three years of high school. This three-year student is not bad, there are a total of six people, two women and four men, who have passed the test and have been promoted to inner disciples.

"Cheers to us passing the final test!"

Just as the six of them were toasting each other, one of the two girls, as if he had seen something terrifying, suddenly slipped out of his hand and smashed on the table.

The sound of the wine glass shattering startled the other five, and another girl cautiously asked, "Ling Lan, are you okay?"

The girl named Ling Lan did not answer, but used her martial arts skills to rush out of the cafeteria.

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On the way back to the Garden.

From the moment he left the cafeteria, Zhao An keenly felt that someone was following him behind him, and it was not until he came to a secluded place that he stopped and said, "Friend, you have followed me all the way, why don't you come out to meet me?"

And the only thing that answered Zhao An was the whistling wind and the ethereal snowflakes.

"Not coming out?" Shaking his head, Zhao An quickly turned in one direction, and a snap of his fingers popped out in his left hand, sending out a purple wave of qi to hit a position where there was no one.

The waves of energy hit the snow there, causing a gust of wind, but no one showed up.

The results in front of him were a little unexpected by Zhao An, could it be that he was thinking too much? The vigilant heart that could be cultivated according to the "Heart Sea Immeasurable Sutra" was indeed telling Zhao An that there were people there!

If it wasn't a matter of vigilance, then there was only one explanation that the stalker's strength was above Zhao An. However, Zhao An was not afraid, because his left hand gave him confidence.

The Soul Painting Hand is a relic of a saint, which is naturally different from ordinary treasures. As long as it is hit by its palm, the soul of a martial artist under the half-step innate will definitely fall into a deep sleep. Hitting other parts will make the soul of the martial artist under the half-step innate stir and look in a trance.

Zhao An, who had a soul painter in his hand, was basically not afraid of any martial artist below the Triple Heaven of the Secret Treasure Realm.

Because the location of the stalker could not be determined, Zhao An could only be vigilant and catch the time of the stalker's shot. Wait until dark!

Zhao An, who was always nervous, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded: "Is it sick?

Click~!The faint sound of a tree branch breaking came from a certain direction. Zhao An's face was overjoyed, and he was finally fooled. Zhao An'an's body strength exploded instantly, and the soul painting hand punched out, and the silk thread made of the purple heart sea qi of the Dao Dao rolled towards the source of the sound.

Martial arts ~ heart sea silk screen.

"Oops!" said an unfamiliar female voice. At the same time as the voice came out, a dark blue spiral of qi came out, directly shattering Zhao An's heart silk screen.

The wind generated by the collision of qi forces made Zhao An's eyes squint slightly, and when he opened his eyes, there was only an unclear back left for Zhao An.

"Who is it?" Although Zhao An was puzzled, he didn't pursue it, just watched the figure gradually blur. For he was not sure whether he was the man's opponent, and that more was better than less.

Somewhere in a stone pavilion at the Northern Cold Academy.

The figure that was following Zhao An was leaning against the stone pillar at the moment, his body trembling slightly, and he let out a small sob. The bright moonlight sprinkled down and shone on that person's face, it was the new disciple of the Northern Han Sect, Ling Lan.

Crying and crying, Ling Lan's hand unconsciously tore at the sideburns, and a human face mask was removed, revealing a beautiful face like a fairy in the sky.

"He's not dead yet!"

It was Yunlan who pretended to be Ling Lan!