Today is another sunny day.

Although it is a sunny day on Kunlun Wuji Peak, every day when she wakes up, Xiu'er sees the clear blue sky and white clouds, listens to the chirping of birds by the bed and the golden sunshine, she still can't help laughing, and her mood will change for the day.

But this morning she had a gloomy face, and she didn't say a word, her eyes were straight and there were two big dark circles under her eyes, and even her hair was a little messy. Dan'er and Ping'er beside her saw her ghostly look, and quietly hid aside and chewed their tongues: "Xiu'er has been like this since she came back yesterday..... she won't say anything if you ask her....."

"Yes, yes...... Yesterday she said that she was going to warm some tea for the new registered disciple, but she came back in the middle of the night, as if she had lost her soul......"

These Xiu'er actually heard it, but she pretended not to hear it, and she didn't have time to care about it. Because she is also very complicated in her heart now: What was Master Xiao He and the acting head doing yesterday? Did he do anything to me? Why did I faint suddenly? I was not disheveled, and the answer should be no. But Lord Xiao was half naked......

Thinking of this, she couldn't help blushing, Lord Xiao's figure is really good.......

"Look at it, look at it, what's wrong with Xiu'er!"

"Ahh

"Didn't you secretly promise Lord Xiao He's heart?"

"This little girl ......"

At this time, Xiao He's room.

It stands to reason that he should have woken up early, but he overslept last night for some reason, presumably because he was wandering in a dream. For some reason, the name Yi Xiaochou made me feel inexplicably familiar, perhaps because of this surname. The surname Yi is a relatively rare surname, and it was the surname of a large family before the liberation of the ancient dragon country. I have an inexplicable sense of closeness and inexplicable resistance to the surname "Yi", as if it is because of some bad memories. Thinking of the nightmares he often had about his childhood, he was even more puzzled.

He only knew that he followed his mother's surname Xiao, and he didn't know his previous surname. Do you ....... yourself

He shook his head and said to himself that it was impossible. If his surname was Yi, he should have been silently disposed of a long time ago. He remembered that his grandmother had told him that when he was a child, there were mysterious people who went from house to house in the town looking for children surnamed Yi, and that some of them had been taken away and never came back.

Wait a minute.

A picture flashed through his mind.

That night, in that mysterious room, I saw the wedding photo, and I clearly saw two names: Xiao Yan and Yi Changqing. He didn't remember what his parents looked like, but the couple looked very familiar to him, and his surname was Xiao, could it be .......

A cold snap passed through the soles of his feet, and he felt as if he had touched the edge of some earth-shattering secret. He couldn't help but guess what if it was his parents who deliberately let him follow his mother's surname Xiao in order to hide him.....?

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of human voices outside.

Xiao He rolled and sat up, hurriedly got dressed, hurriedly wiped his face with cold water, and pushed the door out while jumping to put on his shoes.

When he first arrived, Xiao He actually didn't know what he was going to do. Just sitting in the house will make you cranky, it is better to go out and see what is going on outside. Pushing open the door, the dazzling and clear sunlight in the early morning shook so that he couldn't help but raise his hand and squint his eyes, and there was a crowd of people in the haze, bustling, but they all stopped because of Xiao He's action of pushing the door open.

He rubbed his eyes, gradually getting used to the light, the air was fresh, and there was a faint fragrance. When he opened his eyes, he found that there were white-clothed disciples standing in a very neat row in front of his room, both men and women, young and old, who at first glance looked like a group of middle-aged and elderly friends who were dancing in the square. was staring at Xiao He with a pair of curious eyes looking at Xiao He with a blank face.

Of course he didn't know that he had slept through breakfast and morning reading, and now it was time for morning exercises, and the outer disciples had to practice some simple Duan Jin Kung Fu during this time, comparing and gesturing, moving their hands and feet, accumulating and recuperating their spirits, so as to absorb spiritual energy.

He didn't know that in the time of this day and night, the Kunlun Sect's recruitment of a mortal named disciple had spread to all corners of Wuji Peak, large and small, and everyone knew that there was a mortal named Xiao He who flew directly through the Six Desires Wasteland under the leadership of the boss of the shouyi, went straight to the Snow Covered Palace, ridiculed the Lingxu Pavilion, and finally became a registered disciple. For a time, his life experience was rumored to be superb, some people suspected that he was the reincarnation of a certain immortal, some suspected that he was a super genius who was unparalleled in the world, and even worse, suspected that he was the illegitimate son of the head of Fengqing when he was training in the mortal world.

In short, as soon as he came to Kunlun, he became the senior brother of most people in a way that ordinary people dare not imagine, and his identity was extremely special, so he had to make people chew their tongues behind their backs.

Seeing that the outer disciples were all staring at him motionlessly, Xiao He scratched his head in embarrassment, not to go, not to go, and finally after a long time, he actually smiled and took the initiative to say hello: "Uh..... good morning, everyone." ”

Everyone looked at each other, I don't know who took the lead, and a group of outer disciples actually knelt on the ground with a brush, and all replied respectfully and loudly: "Hello senior brother!"

Xiao He was taken aback by this huge posture and kept stroking his little heart. He had never received such a courtesy in his life, and he was truly flattered. Damn, when I was a soldier, when I saw a division commander, no one was so sonorous and enthusiastic to say hello! On the contrary, wherever I went in the past, I wanted to be legal and superior, and when I took out my non-commissioned officer card, I would be rolled my eyes. He was secretly happy in his heart, but his face did not change and his heart did not beat, he straightened his chest, closed his chin, looked at him, coughed and replied with a cold "Hmm." ”

Seeing that Xiao He didn't say to let them get up, the group of disciples just hummed indifferently, thinking that they had behaved badly to make this legendary senior brother unhappy, and they all looked at each other with their arms held high and their heads down, stunned that no one dared to get up. Suddenly, Xiao He seemed to have reacted, and waved the long sleeves of his nightgown very chicly: "Get up." Then the disciples stood up.

I didn't expect to be a leader so cool. Xiao He secretly thought about it, but he always twisted his eyebrows on his face and made a serious appearance. He knew from Xiu'er that there were only about twenty named disciples in Kunlun, and their identities were naturally extremely noble, and in modern society, he realized that there was no such strong hierarchy and class gap, but it was very straightforward in the cultivation world divided by strength and grade, no wonder there was any rotten cultural dross such as palace maids and maids here, probably because the gap between the people who cultivated immortals because of their strength was very unimaginable, so there was no absolute equality.

An existence like Shuo Ye Lingyi can easily wipe out a large number of these outer disciples, and in the face of such absolute power, where can he dare to mention anything on an equal footing.

It's no wonder that they look down on mortals, Xiao He comforted himself.

At this time, a capable man ran out of the crowd, this man was dressed in a white shirt with tight sleeves, his figure was tall and burly, his face was resolute and handsome, his eyebrows flew obliquely into his temples like a sharp sword, and there was a sense of righteousness all over his body, except that his lips were not very middle, and he was a bubble sausage mouth.

He stepped forward to report to Xiao He, saying that it was the eldest disciple of the peak master of Xiaoqingluan Peak, and the senior brother of the disciple outside the sect of Xiaoqingluan Peak, named Duan Fourteen.

This Kunlun disciple is divided into three classes, the first class is a registered disciple, who is personally raised by several sword-wielding elders of the Kunlun faction, each with its own cave house, and each with its own master. The biggest is the apprentice of the master, the senior brother of all the disciples. This is the old abyss.

The second-class disciples are the peak master disciples of the various side peaks, and they are the disciples in the sect, and their strength should not be underestimated.

The third-class disciples are the disciples who have just started, and they are the disciples outside the door in front of them. Their strength is uneven, each has its own strengths, and each has its own shortcomings, so they are collected by each side peak, and are managed, given, and guided by second-class disciples.