Now it's really May, and the first trace of heat is forcing Huashan.

At this moment, there are nearly a thousand Huashan disciples gathered in the big field of the mountain gate. Although there is such a patriarch's birthday every year, for some reason this year's summer starts earlier than usual.

With so many disciples gathered in one place, it already made people feel hot.

As the sun gradually rose, the white sun shone on the top of everyone's heads, and the intuitive hair bun was itchy and hot.

Many people were blinded by the daylight when they suddenly heard a low commotion around them. Then there was silence again.

This kind of situation has been experienced every year in the past, and it must be Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, who has come to the opening field.

The disciples didn't care about the scorching sun on their heads, everyone straightened their backs, straightened their chests, and greeted the arrival of the head of Huashan with the fullest attitude.

This large field, which was originally crowded with thousands of people, suddenly quieted down. Thousands of eyes followed in unison the two canopy umbrellas that were moving towards the ancestral jade altar.

These two huge canopy umbrellas are dark green all over, and the curtains hang down heavily, just to isolate the heat outside.

Don't look at the huge umbrella body, the two male and female disciples are so persistent that they don't show the slightest shaking.

There were two people walking side by side under the umbrella, looking at the shape and clothing, it was the head of Huashan and his wife.

And behind the head couple were the remaining dozen elders of the Huashan faction.

A few decades ago, the Huashan faction was hit hard. There are very few old masters left in the sect.

And the dozen or so people who are now following behind the head of Huashan are the last remaining hope in the Huashan faction. Now Huashan is responsible for everything and the teaching of disciples.

And among this group of people, Nong Yingjie, who is still the first one, is the most eye-catching.

This Nong Yingjie is tired and slippery, but he has the highest rank in the previous generation of the Huashan faction, and the rest of the elders have to call him senior brother.

And I saw him dragging his two shoe skins and walking forward barefoot. The clothes on his body and the bun on the top of his head are shiny, and I don't know how many times I haven't washed them. A huge belly made him look very different from the rest of the martial arts practitioners.

Even so, Nong Yingjie didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed and ashamed. Still triumphantly ahead of the elders.

I don't know why Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, is willing to tolerate him.

After everyone finally arrived, Qiu Songhe and his wife slowly walked onto the white jade altar. He was followed closely by two personal disciples with umbrellas.

After the head couple stood firm on the white jade altar, Qiu Songhe inspected the thousands of disciples neatly lined up under the high platform.

A childish face with excitement was looking up at him, looking forward to the master's reprimand.

Qiu Songhe didn't deliberately raise his voice, but just sent his words far away with his inner strength: "Today is the birthday of Patriarch Huashan.

It is the patriarch who blesses my Huashan faction day by day in the spirit of heaven, so that there can be the prosperity of Huashan today.

Like everyone else, I am a descendant of Huashan. I hope that all the disciples will work together with me to carry forward the Huashan Sect!"

Qiu Songhe has to say this once a year. But it is these same words that the disciples of Huashan who have to stir up every year are full of passion.

After speaking, on the opening field of Huashan, thousands of young disciples said in unison: "Our disciples will work together to carry forward the Huashan faction!"

"Our disciples will work together to carry forward the Huashan Sect!"

"Our disciples will work together to carry forward the Huashan Sect!"

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Thousands of people spoke in unison, even the most inconspicuous disciples of the lower courtyard, and now their necks and faces turned red, and they chanted together.

Such a cry resounded throughout the opening of the mountain, sent out far away, and shook the top of Huashan, and the birds and beasts were shocked.

Even the people at the foot of the mountain stopped their busy work and looked up halfway up the mountain, where there was a tall white tower, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

And the faintly discernible cries came from there.

Qiu Songhe, who was standing on the high platform, waited for everyone's spirits to gradually become excited, and stretched out a hand from under the canopy umbrella.

The disciples immediately stopped the continuous cries of harmony. The Huashan faction opened the mountain and quieted down again.

Qiu Songhe said to everyone: "Today is not only the birthday of the patriarch, but also a good opportunity for the disciples in the sect to compete and learn. The number of disciples participating in this year's competition far exceeded that of previous years. The happiest thing for me is that there are disciples from every academy participating in the competition......"

As soon as he said this, a slight whisper sounded among the disciples. However, because there were so many people, the words were loud in the ears of the crowd like a humming whisper.

It seems that there is indeed a team in the House of Commons that is not capable of attending the competition this year. What I heard at first was not a rumor.

Qiu Songhe continued: "The emergence of a new team makes me very happy. This team is the embodiment of the prosperity of our Huashan faction and the courage of everyone!"

These words surprised the Huashan disciples in the audience. Even the disciples of the lower courtyard blushed when they heard this.

In the past, the disciples of the Huashan Lower Court never had the courage to participate in the disciple competition, and they also said that their lower courtyard was an outcast who was despised by the Huashan faction from top to bottom.

Who would have thought that once someone really participated in the competition this year, they would be personally praised by the head.

At this moment, the thousands of disciples in Huashan were all looking for the direction of the disciples in the lower courtyard, and everyone was secretly smacking their tongues.

At this time, I heard Qiu Songhe say again: "This team is from the Women's Disciples' Academy, and they are all the personal disciples of Senior Sister He. Although they are women, they are not allowed to shave their eyebrows. I don't want to fall into disadvantage when I wait for a man!"

As soon as he said this, he surprised all the Huashan disciples. The so-called Senior Sister He of the head of the house is He Rongzhi, the wife of the head of Huashan.

It turned out that the new team mentioned by the head of the sect actually referred to the personal disciples of the lady of the head of the female disciples' courtyard.

Everyone's eyes fell on the group of female disciples standing next to the ancestral worship platform, especially the deer who stood out like a flock.

And the disciples of the lower courtyard who had just raised their heads lowered their heads in shame.

I thought that the head of Huashan finally paid attention to them, but I didn't expect them to be amorous again.

The lady of the house, He Rongzhi, suspected that the canopy umbrella covering her head was in the way, and took a step forward and walked out.

Fang Zhongjin saw that He Rongzhi was a middle-aged woman in her early forties. She has a beautiful face and a round face. A pair of round eyes, with a mischievous wisdom that does not belong to a middle-aged woman.

I saw that she smiled before she spoke, and two dimples appeared on her fair face. He Rongzhi said with a smile: "Although most of my group of female disciples have been with me for a long time, they have never participated in the disciple competition. Some of the pampered ones don't know how thick they are. I also ask the disciples to be merciful, don't cry my girls. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out among the disciples. The lady of the head has always been tolerant and amiable, and she has no shelf in front of her disciples, and she is very popular with the younger generation.

Fang Zhongjin was far away in the crowd, watching the lady's every move. Looking at the smile on her face, she really looks like a heartless Mrs. Lotte.

I'm afraid that in her life, she has never undergone any hardships to develop the joyful and laughing temperament she has now.

If such a person has any tricks, he will not be able to escape the eyes of the deer.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhongjin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for Lu'er. Maybe she was really smart and lovely because she was caught by the lady in charge.