Xia Lang changed the wine jar to his left hand, the spiritual power of his right hand surged, and a spiritual sword appeared in his hand, he handed the wine jar to the master again, and then pointed the wine jar with his sword and drank it.

"One last question, thank you for the wine! If you don't accept it, I'm going to break the wine jar and honor the ancestors of the Luofu Sword Sect?!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were as if they had taken root in the wine altar, and he could no longer leave there.

Leaning forward slightly, stretching his hands forward slightly, he trembled and said to himself, "Close...... No ...... Accept or not...... No Charge, No Charge...... Collect or not collect or not collect ......"

Eh, this Immortal Master Mo seems to have already shown off!

Gu Ming was sweating profusely.

Hum!

Xia Lang's wrist trembled slightly, and the blade of the sword lightly bumped a few times on the altar body, making a tinkling crisp sound.

These few small voices were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, directly destroying the will of this Jindan Grandmaster.

"Collect, collect, can't you still collect it......"

Hearing that the master finally agreed, Xia Lang and Gu Ming looked at each other and smiled.

Gu Ming hurriedly wiped the cold sweat on his head, knelt in front of Mo Wentian with a happy face, and thanked his master.

"Either way, that's it, get up!"

Mo Wentian was deflated with a ball, and he collapsed on the table of the Eight Immortals without any image, but his eyes were still shining when he stared at the wine jar in Xia Lang's hand.

Xia Lang also laughed, hugged the altar with both hands, and bowed down to deliver the wine to the master.

"Thank you for a jar of wine, please smile at the master!"

Mo Wentian didn't care about any image at all, snatched the wine jar in Xia Lang's hand and held it in his arms, and then his face finally turned from sadness to joy, full of happiness, and kept stroking this altar of drunken immortals.

"Go down, the teacher has also worshipped, and the wine has been offered, so let's go!"

Mo Wentian was like a child who was afraid that good things would be robbed, and while covering the wine jar with long sleeves, he urged Gu Ming and the others to retreat uncertainly.

Oh, today's storyline is too ups and downs, which makes Gu Ming a little embarrassed.

He watched the whole play today, and he was in a state of confusion from beginning to end.

But the results are not bad, and now everyone is happy!

It's embarrassing to stay, even if Mo Wentian doesn't say anything, Gu Ming plans to leave early.

Just as Gu Ming was about to say goodbye, he was pulled by Xia Lang.

Xia Lang smiled mysteriously at Gu Ming, stretched out his right hand to the master, spread his palms and said, "Don't try to prevaricate us, hand over the things!"

Hmm, what else does the master have not given us?

Gu Ming was stunned and turned his head to look at Xia Lang, and then turned his head to look at Mo Wentian.

How much you don't want to take me as an apprentice?!

The happy smile that the drunkard master had just squeezed out instantly froze, and the way he stroked the wine jar became stiff.

Frowning, he glanced at the two of them with his eyes half-opened, and said: "Sword tricks and mental methods, it's good if you go down and pass on him!

The little drunkard had an expression that you would pretend to see me don't cut you, and still spread his palms and said sharply to the old drunkard: "Bring it!"

The old drunkard was so angry that his beard trembled: "You, you scoundrel, can you leave some dignity for the master?"

Xia Lang was unmoved, and sneered: "The Luofu Sword Sect has been destroyed, the Dao system is almost extinct, and there is still the dignity of a fart!"

Mo Wentian was furious when he heard this, jumped down from the table of the Eight Immortals, pointed at Xia Lang and shouted: "The Luofu Sword Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and it was a famous sword sect when it swept through the Eight Desolations, but now it has fallen to the point of relying on accepting a Dan Master to support the scene?"

Uh, doesn't that sound like a compliment?

Gu Ming was embarrassed again!

Xia Lang is really angry this time!

The spread hands were also clenched into fists, pacing to the master who was still hysterical, and said coldly: "Sweep the Eight Desolations, come, come, you come and show me, you sweep one and show me!"

"Come on, come, you can find me a two-person "famous faction" to come out and have a look!"

"What's wrong with Danshi? I think back then, the Fifth Master Ancestor was not a concurrent cultivator, and he had both weapons and swords, and there were few opponents under the cultivators!"

"To put it bluntly, you just don't look down on the spiritual root of my senior brother Ming's second grade!"

Eh, the spiritual root of the second grade is indeed not enough, Gu Ming's "self-knowledge" is still there!

Mo Wentian's face was a little unbearable!

He no longer hid it, and questioned loudly: "Second grade spiritual root, this is too low! Moreover, he is also the main cultivator, and the first life soul is the spiritual fire!

Xia Lang sneered and continued: "What's wrong with the low grade of the spirit root? What's wrong with not being able to use a flying sword at the moment? The person I Xia Lang fancies, even if it's a toothpick, the master can let him poke a hole in the sky!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xia Lang, then at Gu Ming, sighed, and was silent again.

"I don't want to bother talking anymore! take out the sword of the master's order, and brand the sword gate brand on my senior brother Ming, and you don't have to worry about the rest!"

Xia Lang is aggressive.

The master and apprentice stood opposite each other like this, looking at each other proudly.

Xia Lang stood tall with a solemn face and resolute eyes.

In a short period of time, Mo Wentian was defeated, sighed secretly, drooped his shoulders, waved his hand, and a pale yellow aura vortex appeared on his chest.

Among them, the aura rotated and condensed rapidly, and in an instant, it turned into a small jade sword the size of a palm.

Gu Ming looked curiously at this small sword that appeared out of thin air, about five inches long, the whole body was crystal clear, the shape was simple and solemn, the aura around the body was lingering, and a large number of runes were vaguely engraved on the sword body and hilt.

As he looked at it, he suddenly noticed a magical place.

Obviously you notice that the entire jade sword is engraved with a large number of runes, but when you look at these runes clearly, you find that there is obviously nothing to obscure, no matter how you observe, but you just can't see the whole picture of these runes, you know that there are lines there, but you just can't see its lines, outlines, and directions.

Nima, this cultivation world is really magical!

Just when Gu Ming was surprised, the magic formula in the master's mouth sounded.

"The jade is nameless, crowned with the Tao, the instrument has no spirit, the sword is engraved, the qi is invisible, and the art is refined, and the heavenly master has the Tao, and the jade sword is named. ”

"Mo Wentian, the twenty-seventh generation head of the Luofu Sword Sect, follows the rules of the ancestral system, summons the jade sword to float, obeys the heavens, completes the disciples, gathers qi and concentrates, reaches heaven and earth, contacts the universe, and ascends the sword. ”

At this point, the jade sword slowly lit up in everyone's attention, and the aura stirred up bursts of spiritual light, and the light and shadow of the jade sword from the sword body spread outward.

This jade sword light and shadow touched Gu Ming, and then it was like snow piling up on a snowy day, absorbing it layer by layer on him, until his body was covered with a pale yellow light film like an eggshell.

Wow, I'm glowing! This is the rhythm of becoming an immortal?!

Gu Ming turned his body curiously and waved his arms slightly, feeling the changes in himself.

Come, come, do with me.

Three circles on the left and three circles on the right, twisting the neck and twisting the buttocks, go to bed early and get up early, let's do exercise, shake the hands, shake the feet, take deep breaths frequently, learn from grandpa to sing and dance, we will not be old.

Uh, that's a bit of a stretch.

Let's go back and look at Gu Ming again.

He curiously stretched out his hand to touch the light film, but easily passed through the light film and touched his body without hindrance.

Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian stared at Gu Ming who was doing antics with an incredible expression, is this okay?

On the other side, Xia Lang laughed happily.

He was finally relieved, and said aloud to his master: "Master, how is it! I will explain that my junior brother must be fine! When will I Xia Lang miss someone!"

Mo Wentian's face was uncertain, and finally his brows furrowed, and he laughed in a self-deprecating whisper: "Maybe the world has changed? Maybe the spirit sword is broken? Or maybe this kid really has something extraordinary, right? Our Luofu Sword Sect has been established for more than a thousand years, and for the first time, we have accepted an alchemist with a second-grade spiritual root as a core disciple, or as a core disciple as an alternate for the head of the sect! Hehe, the heavens are going to kill me, hehe, my Luofu Sword Sect is dead......

Mo Wentian said such a thing to himself, and no longer paid attention to Gu Ming's embarrassment, his hands were sealed, and the mantra was turned, and he pointed at the jade sword, and shouted: "Seal!"

The rune engraved on the jade sword was activated by the mantra, moved, and lit up, and then the light suddenly rose, and a bright light rushed towards Gu Ming like a ray, and in the blink of an eye, a sword-shaped mark was imprinted on his eyebrows.

This sudden change startled Gu Ming.

Although it didn't hurt, he still clearly felt the irradiation from the jade sword, and his forehead was hot, as if a mysterious feeling was being punched into his brain.

Damn, what's the situation?!

I'm not going to get a headshot with a "laser weapon", am I?!

He quickly took out a mirror from his storage bag and carefully examined his head.

Seeing Gu Ming's behavior of checking his head in the mirror in a cold sweat, Xia Lang laughed and pulled up the new junior brother, and explained: "Don't look at it, this sword gate mark has no effect on you, but it has many benefits! If you think it's not good-looking, there is still a mantra here for brother, you can hide it! Look, isn't there no mark on brother's forehead?!"

With Xia Lang's enlightenment, Gu Ming suddenly became enlightened.

He retracted the mirror, clasped his fists at Xia Lang and thanked, "Oh, oh, thank you, senior brother!"

After speaking, Gu Ming took two steps forward and bowed three times to Mo Wentian, which was the official entry.

Mo Wentian silently accepted Gu Ming's apprenticeship, looked at this new disciple, and sighed lightly: "Gu Ming, after all, you are a disciple of the Medicine Master Valley, and now you have entered my Luofu Sword Sect to learn art, and there are many taboos in leading art to join the teacher, but my Luofu Sword Sect has become a vassal of others, and it doesn't matter if there are some big taboos." ”

Speaking of this, Mo Wentian sighed again, and then pointed at Xia Lang and said to Gu Ming: "In the future, your senior brother Xia Lang will be solely responsible for the cultivation of the art industry! Our Luofu Sword Sect, although the inheritance is still there, but the sect is dead, and you will know yourself on the road of cultivation in the future! Okay, stop here, you can do it yourself!"

The master's words revealed the helplessness of a hero's end, which made the two disciples also feel congested.

The two of them understood, and hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying that they would work together to support each other in the future, and strive to regroup, and then set up the mountain gate and establish the Taoist system.

Mo Wentian smiled self-deprecatingly when he heard this, waved his hand to the two, and then put away the wine gourd, hugged the wine jar, and lay sideways on the table of the Eight Immortals, everything returned to the original scene.

It was not interesting to stay in the hall any longer, Xia Lang led Gu Ming to the door quickly, and just as he closed the door with his hand, the voice of the master was weak again.

"Remember to inform the deacon hall and give me a sturdy recliner tomorrow. ”

Gu Ming and Xia Lang outside the door looked at each other and smiled, and left the residence quickly.

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