Early the next morning.

Ping Fan got up early, freshened up, opened the door of the palace, and stood left and right with Situ Mingyue, ready to welcome the disciples of Shuiyue Palace. After about a while, I heard a bell ringing in the distance, and hundreds of rays of various colors rushed in, pouring into the Eji Palace. But just after such a quick glance, the ordinary people could already see clearly that the mana of the third and fourth generations of the disciples of these Water Moon Palaces was high and low, uneven - those who cultivated to a high level were about to be between the middle and late stages of foundation building, and those who were low in cultivation only had the cultivation of five or six levels of Qi cultivation. However, although there are many people here, there is not even a single disciple of the Jindan period. When he saw such a situation, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, secretly wondering that since the Water Moon Palace had such strength, why did the disciples who came to listen to the lecture have such poor cultivation? After asking, he realized that since he originally came from the main creation sect of the Water Moon Palace, there were only dozens of disciples under the sect, except for those who had cultivated the Yuan Infant and were only one step away from immortality, the rest of the disciples had already sat down thousands of years ago. She felt that the talents under her disciples were withering, so she let these disciples accept apprentices at will, except for their handsome appearance and strange bones, they did not have any other requirements, so they have also recruited a lot of talents for more than a thousand years. However, as soon as the number of disciples under his command is large, it naturally becomes difficult to manage, and over time, the cultivation of his disciples is both high and low, so it seems that there are some good and bad.

Listening to Situ Mingyue's private words, although these third-generation and fourth-generation disciples are called disciples of Shuiyue Palace, most of them have no intention of cultivating, but they are just looked down upon by those uncles who hold real power and are raised as male pets. Don't look at them all on the surface, they are arrogant, and in private, they often do all kinds of despicable and dirty things in order to compete for favor, and the struggle between them is extremely fierce. However, because of this, they have cultivated one by one to be superficial, and they are almost inferior to many attendants and miscellaneous servants, and they are not serious cultivators at all. On the contrary, among those waiters and miscellaneous servants, there are many people with extremely high aspirations who are unwilling to condescend to others, and they are extra attentive when listening to the lectures. Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled bitterly and said with a little envy:

"Xiao Fan, I didn't expect you to have such a great opportunity to enter the Eji Hall to listen to the lecture on the first day you came, I have been here for more than 140 years, and I have not yet stepped into the lecture hall!"

When ordinary people heard this, they couldn't help but be startled, as if a thunderbolt exploded, and said secretly: "These young disciples, obviously have this opportunity to hear the Great Dao, but they are biased, and they just want to please their master, and they just want to please their master, and they are flattering and bullying; It can be seen that the easier it is to obtain, the less people in the world cherish it. I should be deeply afraid, and don't be lazy!" As soon as I thought of this, the thought of the Tao in my heart couldn't help but deepen.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Pingfan's heart, and he said in his heart: "Although I have now mixed into the Water Moon Palace, I am a newcomer, and I don't even have a family or friend. It's better to make a good relationship with Miss Situ, and if something happens in the future, there will be room for delay. As soon as the wind cleared, I slipped away and never came here again. ”

Thinking of this, he immediately patted his chest and said loudly: "Since my sister is dedicated to the Tao, how can I, as a brother, not add to the whole? When I come back from the sweep, I will tell my sister everything I have seen and heard today, and I will never let my sister down!" Situ Mingyue was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly said: "Is this true?" Under the excitement, even her voice trembled a little.

Pingfan nodded, and said: "Naturally, it's true! If there is half a lie, God will punish me" Speaking of this, his mouth was suddenly covered by a soft little hand, and then he only listened to Situ Mingyue's faint words:

"What you say, I naturally believe it, and what kind of oath do you need to be punished?" As he spoke, two tears slowly rolled down and dripped on the ordinary hand.

Seeing this, Ping Fan couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and said strangely:

"Sister Situ, why are you crying?"

Situ Mingyue was shocked when she heard this, hurriedly reached out to wipe away her tears, smiled, and said:

"Where am I crying? I'm so happy that I'm here," he said, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and he leaned on his shoulder, sobbing and crying. When crying, the back is shrugged, the fragrance is slightly smelled, and a few soft silks brush through the neck, which makes people unconsciously indulge in it. Ping Fan raised his right hand and wanted to gently pat her back to show comfort, but for some reason, he always didn't dare, and he raised one hand for a long time, but he couldn't fall down.

Just as he was embarrassed, he suddenly heard someone snort not far away, and then, he saw a black light flying in and falling in front of the two. Drifting to the ground, revealing a woman in black who looked to be in her twenties, short in stature, she was extremely white in the sun, and her appearance could be regarded as extremely beautiful, but her eyebrows were raised, her face was sinister, and her expression was quite gloomy.

Situ Mingyue heard the sound, and couldn't help but shake his body, and hurriedly turned around. When I looked up, I saw the woman in black at a glance. She was startled, hurriedly bowed down, and said in a trembling voice:

"Disciple Situ Mingyue, meet Uncle Ye Liuyun!"

When the woman in black heard this, she snorted coldly, as if she had never seen the two in front of her, and walked in without looking back.

When Situ Mingyue saw her walking away, she slowly got up, patted her chest and said, "It's dangerous, it's dangerous!" The expression on his face gradually calmed down, obviously palpitating. When Pingfan saw her appearance, he couldn't help but be surprised, and hurriedly asked:

"Sister Situ, why are you so afraid of her? Is she really so fierce?"

Situ Mingyue's face was frightened, and she lowered her voice and said:

"Shhh

"Don't look at Uncle Ye as thin and small, as if she doesn't have a few taels of strength in her body, in fact, among all the uncles, she has the highest mana. It's just that she has an eccentric temperament, she has never accepted disciples in her life, and she doesn't even have a serving maid and miscellaneous servant around her, let alone raising a large number of male pets like other uncles and uncles. But there's one thing I've never figured out."

Pingfan asked, "What do you understand?"

Situ Mingyue put her hand on her cheek, shook her head gently, and said as if thinking:

"It stands to reason that Uncle Ye's mana is so strong that he has long been the best in his own sect, and among the second-generation disciples, it can be said that no one can stand out, plus she acts uprightly, is upright, and has a reputation in this sect, but for some reason, the patriarch has passed on the throne three or four times, but she has always insisted on not accepting it, don't you say strange?"

Ping Fan replied: "Maybe among your faction, there have always been elders who do not stand young, or Uncle Ye is bent on seeking immortality, so he is indifferent to fame and fortune and does not like to be bound by that position, and there are also some people." What's so strange about that?"

Situ Mingyue waved her hand and said, "No, no, if Uncle Ye is really indifferent to fame and fortune, then he shouldn't be the master of the torture hall, and he doesn't have to waste time to be a lecturer." You must know that the person who can sit in the Eji Palace, which one is not a noble disciple in front of her uncle, and which one of them can be easily punished? But if she wants to beat, she will scold, and if she wants to scold, if she is angry, she will cut people down with a sword, and there are also those who can be killed. But she is so arrogant and domineering, not only did the patriarch in charge never punish her, but even the uncles and uncles never found her bad luck. Isn't that strange?"

The ordinary "um" sounded, and said in his heart: "This Uncle Ye is really strange! It is also thanks to Sister Situ to remind me in advance, I will do things later, so that I will not tie my hands and feet and mess up." Otherwise, once she annoys her, wouldn't it be bad if she flew over with such a sword?" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but pat my heart, and secretly screamed a few lucks in my heart.

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a majestic voice in the temple shouting:

"Where is the deacon disciple? Do you want me to ask you to serve tea and water?" The cry was sharp, it was Ye Liuyun's voice.

Hearing this, Pingfan hurriedly responded loudly, Situ Mingyue made a look, and seven or eight maids had already stepped forward, each holding a red lacquer tray filled with tea, fruits, hand towels, snacks and other things, and handed it to Pingfan. Each maid is in a blue long dress, and her appearance is also very neat. Ping Fan bowed his hand, thanked him, and slowly walked in with the tray.

When I entered the door, I saw that the seats in the middle of the hall were already full, and there was not even a single empty seat. On a seven-foot podium in the center, Ye Liuyun stood solemnly, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised, thinking that this Uncle Ye acted so hotly, how could there be so many people coming to listen to the lecture?

Just thinking about it, suddenly there was a strong wind in front of him, and under the ordinary startle, he naturally came back to his senses and used the moon shadow footwork to gently avoid it. When he dodged, the tray in his hand stood still, as if it had been nailed by an iron nail, and not even a drop of tea was spilled. The man saw that he had this skill, and he let out a low sigh, and was about to cast a spell to get him again, but he knew that his own body, but suddenly there was a scorching smell coming to his nose, and when he looked down, he saw that on the clothes on his chest, there was already a fireball rising, and in the blink of an eye, it overflowed his chest, and bursts of thick black smoke came out. The man was startled, and naturally exclaimed, reached out and tore off his robe, and threw it to the ground. When he was about to step on it, he saw a fire rush up, instantly burning his clothes to ashes. The man was so angry that he couldn't help but curse. In the scolding, Wuzi was mixed with the sound of laughter one after another.

However, at the moment when everyone was half laughing and had not stopped, in the middle of the air, a white light suddenly flew over, slashed straight through his neck, took the head of the plane, and flew out bloodily. When everyone saw this, they all quietly stopped, where else could anyone laugh?