Then the disciple who led the way said to the two of them, "This is the deacon. The handover was handed over to Deacon Ming. ”

"Thank you. Cheng Zhaozhao gave up.

The disciple who led the way left on his own.

"I've seen Deacon Ming. Shen Jiao had already stepped forward and saluted with a sweet smile.

"I've seen Deacon Ming. ”

Ming Yu glanced at the two of them, nodded, and ordered the disciple behind him to take out a thing.

Collect essence blood for the two and inject it into a jade plaque, and the disciple said: "This is your identity jade plaque, and in the future, it will be placed in the second-floor hall and guarded by a special person." ”

Shen Jiao nodded: "I know this." ”

The identity jade plate is not only used to verify the identity of the person, but also to let the monks in the sect know whether the disciple is safe or not.

If it falls, this identity jade plate will also be shattered.

The disciple carefully registered their identities, measured their bone age, and asked some questions, and both of them answered truthfully.

After doing this, the disciple led Shen Jiao into an inner room again, and after a while, Shen Jiao came out with a proud expression.

The disciple asked Shen Jiao to wait outside, and then called Cheng Zhaozhao in.

When you enter the inner room, what catches your eye is a piece of spirit jade in the middle.

This piece of spiritual jade is unpretentious, hanging there quietly.

"Just put your hand on it. ”

At the same time, the disciple also placed a token in the groove below the spirit jade.

Cheng Zhaozhao did as he was told.

After a while, a halo bloomed on the spirit jade.

It's just that, unlike Cheng Zhaozhao's expectation, the halo on this spirit jade is much stronger than last time.

The disciple also looked puzzled, how could the color of this spiritual root be so blurred?

The words on the identity token have not been shown for a long time.

"Wait. The disciple had a solemn face and hurried out of the inner room.

The disciple came to the deacon of the Ming Dynasty to report to him.

"Can't test the spirit jade?" Ming didn't look up, and quickly flipped through the classics in his hand.

"Exactly. ”

"Most of it is a Chaos Spirit Root, you can take her and the previous disciple to the Firmament Pavilion for inspection next month. ”

Seeing that the deacon was busy, the disciple stopped saying more and turned around and retired.

When this disciple came back, with a hint of envy on his face, he said with a smile: "There is something wrong with your spiritual root, and it has not been checked yet, and I will inform you when the Firmament Pavilion opens next month." ”

"Isn't it the Five Spirit Roots?" Cheng Zhaozhao was a little surprised, when Huang Laodao checked for her, he was talking about the Five Spirit Roots.

The disciple shook his head: "I have been here for many years, and I don't know how many people have seen the five spirit roots. Your spiritual roots are definitely not five-spirit roots. But you don't have to worry, it's a good thing after all, and the Alien Root is hard to come by. ”

"That being the case, there will be Senior Brother Lao at that time. Cheng Zhaozhao faintly looked forward to it.

"The duty lies. This piece of spirit jade in the mission hall is already of the highest grade, and most of the spirit roots have nothing to hide.

It's just that these alien spirit roots, such as Chaos Spirit Roots, Pure Yin, Pure Yang, and so on, still need to use the high-level spirit jade in the Firmament Pavilion. ”

The disciple knew that no matter what kind of alien spirit root it was, it could make this disciple different from ordinary disciples in the future, and it was to treat Cheng Zhaozhao's attitude to be more humble, and it could be regarded as a good fate.

Cheng Zhaozhao didn't know, but just went through a series of entry procedures.

Half an hour later, Cheng Zhaozhao and Shen Jiao each received a storage bag with a high quality.

"From now on, you are the outer disciples of the Cangjian Sect, and all your belongings are in the storage bag, and you can go to your residence. There are door rules on the sect identity token, and you should be cautious in your words and deeds after reading them, and if you violate the door rules, you should be severely punished. ”

After saying this, Deacon Ming waved his hand and asked them to leave on their own.

"Outer disciple?"

Shen Jiao was a little unhappy, she was the daughter of the head of the Musheng Sect.

Seeing that her expression was already clear, he said in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, if you want to gain a foothold in the Cangjian Sect, you rely on your strength. If you don't want to do nothing in the outer sect, you have to work harder to cultivate and complete your sect work. Otherwise, even if you enter the inner door, you will face the time of being kicked out. ”

Shen Jiao was reprimanded by a deacon for the first time, and she was indignant at the moment, but she didn't dare to say more, and turned around and left after a hurried salute.

Ming didn't pay attention to it anymore, he had seen a lot of such disciples.

The frivolous conceit of youth will always be diluted by time.

......

Just like that, he became a disciple of the Cangjian Sect?

Isn't there a respectful teaching of the predecessors, as the saying goes, and a cumbersome entrance ceremony?

It's as simple as that?

Cheng Zhaozhao pinched the storage bag and walked slowly outside the hall, still a little uncomfortable.

The Cangjian Sect has been established for tens of thousands of years, and it has survived countless turbulent periods in Tianchu and is still standing.

It is not only the profound foundation and the powerful sect protection array, but also the endless emergence of elite disciples in the sect, and there are disciples to protect the life and death of the sect at any time.

As far as the eye can see, the Cangjian Sect is on a straight horizontal line from the mission hall, the martial arts arena, the competition platform, the refining room, and the library pavilion, which is where the Cangjian Sect attaches the most importance to it.

Although the disciples of the Cangjian Sect are all sword cultivators, there are also temples around them that are alchemy rooms, formation rooms, spirit plant rooms, and so on, for disciples with other talents to use.

Cheng Zhaozhao stood on the steps of the mission hall, looking straight over, the end of the east side is the Tianfeng, its majesty and magnificence can only be felt by those who see it with their own eyes, slowly looking up, until the clouds.

"Hey, what are you still standing for?"

Shen Jiao's voice came.

Cheng Zhaozhao turned her head sideways, on the right side of the hall, she pinched the storage bag, her expression was very twisted, both the panic of a newcomer and the arrogance of disdainful of talking to her.

I'm afraid it's because she is new to the city, and the only person she knows is Cheng Zhaozhao, so she behaved like this.

Cheng Zhaozhao didn't reply, her eyes looked behind her, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

It was the south side of the mission hall, the same magnificent temple, and the three words on the plaque broke into her eyes.

God! Sword Pavilion!

The light spots in the sea suddenly magnified the brilliance.

Countless illusions and phantoms suddenly appeared!

Cheng Zhaozhao froze in place.

"The master is superior, please be worshiped by the disciple......"

"Thank you Master, the disciple will live up to the expectations of the Master......"

"Disciples remember the teachings of the teacher, and they will not be arrogant or rash......"

Countless visions flickered, and finally stopped on a high platform, surrounded by countless monks, but quiet and solemn.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't see their faces clearly, and she didn't have time to take care of them, all her attention fell on the white-clothed female cultivator on the high platform.

She closed her eyes.

Receiving some solemn ceremony, behaving dignifiedly.

There were a lot of runes around her, faintly burning and finally sinking into her forehead.

Finally, she raised her hands flat, and a royal blue spirit sword appeared in her hand.

Suddenly, there was a dragon groan.

A blue dragon shadow descended from the sky, and the deafening dragon groan caused an uproar.

The nun looked up, her eyes full of joy, until the dragon shadow disappeared into the royal blue spirit sword.