As soon as he thought of this, the intention of begging for death in his heart immediately decreased.He stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and with a casual move, the Vientiane Illusion suddenly opened and took Qin Yu's body inside. He put away the talisman, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently in his heart: "The sky is above, the earth is below, the disciple is ordinary and sincerely: Miss Qin is kind-hearted, unfortunately died early, I just hope that God has eyes, so that she can ascend to bliss as soon as possible, and she will no longer have to suffer from the suffering of the world." If I violate this oath, God will punish me with a thousand cuts, and I will fall into hell forever after death, and I will not be able to live forever. After wishing over, he stretched out his hand and took half of the jade gui into his arms, turned around and left.

The ordinary left the desert and went all the way to the west. Although his cultivation is deep now, after all, he has not condensed the golden pill, and he can't really control the clouds, and the five cloud pockets and the Chixiao Sword in the three treasures of self-defense have also been destroyed one after another, and he doesn't even have a means of transportation, so he has no choice but to rely on his feet and walk towards the edge of the wilderness step by step. With the experience of the wilderness, his vigilance was naturally far greater than before, and he secretly thought that although he escaped from the tiger's mouth this time, he expected that the Daoist would definitely refuse to give up, and after thinking hard, he decided to go out day and night, and strive to rush to the Water Moon Palace before the Great Wilderness sent everyone to catch up. He remembered Qin Yu's words, and didn't dare to appear as he was anymore, so he turned into a young and handsome young man in white, and changed his name to Qin Fan. As the name suggests, it is naturally taken from each of the two names, so it is pieced together.

After about two or three months, he finally came out of the wilderness and came to the junction of the two major sects. As he was walking, the road ahead suddenly turned, revealing two high mountains rising from the ground. Looking up, I saw that the two mountains stood opposite each other, all of them were about 1,000 zhang high, the terrain was precipitous, the mountains were full of cold trees, the flowers were like brocade, and the wild weather was very different. On each side of the mountain, there is a cliff as straight as a cut, enclosing a quiet and quiet deep valley. The cold moonlight sprinkled gently and softly on the ground, as if on the dark rocky ground, a layer of silver tulle was spread. The valley was full of people and bright lights, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet night.

Seeing this, Ping Fan couldn't help but be amazed, and said secretly: "In the middle of the night, how could there be so many people gathering? Could it be that they are actually the subordinates of the old thief who was ordered to ambush me? I wonder if the old ghost is also among them?"

As soon as he thought about it, he saw a faint light fall from the sky, revealing a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi with a handsome appearance. The boy showed his body, and did not answer, but swept a pair of eyes from top to bottom and from bottom to bottom, and after a while, he asked with some jealousy:

"That boy, you're here to apply?"

Ordinary people were stunned when they heard this, and asked casually: "What" Suddenly remembering Qin Yu's words, he hurriedly nodded and said: "Exactly!

The boy in Tsing Yi nodded and said, "You kid, you look neat, I don't know if you can do something?" As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath, and lifted a boulder weighing three or four hundred catties.

The boy in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, thinking that this kid turned out to be a fool, his expression eased at the moment, and said: "How can you do it with just strength? As he spoke, he stretched out his finger, and a waterline had already floated in his palm, and he stretched out his finger and flicked it, and with a "snap", a dead branch was cut into two sections. He took the mana and said with a smile: "This is a spell, do you know some?"

"The disciple seems to have learned some, but I don't know if it's a spell. As he spoke, he pinched a trick with both hands and pointed to his side casually. At the mana movement, a trace of fire suddenly came out of his fingertips, and with a "whew", it fell to the grass and burned. But it only burned for a while, and then it was extinguished, and it seemed that the mana was extremely low. Seeing this, the boy in Tsing Yi couldn't help but curse stupidly, but he put on a smile on his face, and pretended to be friendly:

"Since you know how to spell, let me do it. But I'm only in charge of the introduction, and whether or not I can be included depends on your creation!" he said as he stretched out his hand and pulled him, flicking the sleeves of his robe, releasing a blue-gold light. Then, only to hear him shout, the light suddenly rolled up the two of them and flew into the air. Pingfan reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said in a trembling voice:

"Immortal Chief, Immortal Chief, Slow Down!Disciple Disciple is a little dizzy"

When the boy in Tsing Yi heard this, he laughed, secretly increased his strength, and flew faster.

After about half an hour, the boy in Tsing Yi collected the spell and pulled the ordinary to fall in front of a magnificent hall. At a glance, I saw that the front of the hall was bustling, and the voices of people were like a tide, and it turned out that there were more than 100 young children standing. These boys were both male and female, all of them were handsome in green clothes, and most of them were about fifteen or sixteen years old. In addition, there were eight other Tsing Yi boys standing on the side, some in charge of control, some in charge of registration, and each of them acted in an orderly manner without any panic. The strange thing is that everyone's face is always cold, and there is not even a trace of expression. Ping Fan made eye contact with these eight people, hurriedly turned his head sideways and didn't dare to look at it again, but after the registration was completed, he blended into the crowd.

After the registration was completed, a disciple in Tsing Yi took the scroll and walked slowly into the hall. After a long time, a blue light fell from the sky, and out came a beautiful young woman wearing a royal blue palace dress. When everyone saw her coming, they hurriedly stopped the noise and came forward to pay respects. Verbal Title:

"Disciple to meet Uncle Xiao Qiushui!"

Among the crowd, only ordinary people stood by themselves, neither kowtowing nor saluting, mixed with the characters for many years, which seemed extremely abrupt. Seeing this, the boy in Tsing Yi who had previously led him scolded in his stomach, and hurriedly pulled his trouser legs and bowed down.

Xiao Qiushui nodded, glanced at the ordinary, and then hurriedly swept around, and said lightly: "Get up!" Everyone thanked and got up.

I only heard Xiao Qiushui continue: "Our Shuiyue Palace recruited people this time, and it was divided into two batches, and those with some roots and bones were selected to enter the inner court and teach as outer disciples for ten years. If you have achieved a small success in ten years, you will be promoted to an inner disciple and learn more advanced techniques, if you are not Chinese, you will invite where you came from, and go back. The second batch of those included, as long as there are some capable officers, responsible for sprinkling and cleaning, miscellaneous work and other affairs, as long as they are handsome and elegant, and their hands and feet are diligent. After a pause, he continued:

"The miscellaneous disciples of this sect are divided into four grades, each level is divided into three grades, and those who have cultivated above the fifth level of Qi cultivation will take a step forward!"

Ordinary hearing the words, take a step forward and stand still. Seeing that there were few people in the same column who had such cultivation, and there were thirty or forty people, I couldn't help but be secretly taken aback in my heart, and said: "I think that when I was studying art in the Shangqing Palace, a senior brother Mo Wuchen who had built a foundation for ten years was regarded as a genius, and if I didn't think of any one here, his qualifications would not be below him!

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Xiao Qiushui stretch out his hand and make a move, and a cyan circle flew down, which immediately covered the ordinary twenty or thirty people, and flew together in the air, and arrived at another pavilion in a blink of an eye. As soon as they landed, seven or eight yellow-shirted maids greeted them, each selected a few boys, and saluted Xiao Qiushui to say goodbye.

After everyone finished choosing, Xiao Qiushui made a move at him, Jiao Fei's eyes were smart, and he hurriedly walked over, before he could speak. Yang Moru had already asked with a pleasant face: "Seeing that you have a bit of a cultivator's temperament, which sect are you from?"

Ping Fan arched his hand and replied respectfully: "Back to the fairy's words: In Xia Qin Fan, he is a disciple of the Lingao Sect. ”

"Oh, I don't know how you cultivated, how many layers of Qi refining have you reached?"

The ordinary face turned red, and he pretended to be ashamed and said: The disciple is still young when he is getting started, and he has not learned any skills. Shimen has lived for five years, and he has only reached the realm of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation, and he has not even built a foundation yet!"

When Xiao Qiushui heard this, he sighed and said, "In just five years, it is not easy to have such cultivation, why don't you go elsewhere, but you just throw yourself under the gate of our Water Moon Palace?"

Ordinary sighed lightly, and said with a smile on his face: "Although the villain has some mana, there is an elder in the sect who inadvertently offended the disciples of the Great Wilderness Sect, and as a result, overnight, the whole faction was killed by the Great Wilderness Sect, and the disciples had no way out, so they had to flee here, and hoped that the fairy sister would take them in." When I thought of Qin Yu's death, my heart was touched, and my eyes turned red.

Xiao Qiushui nodded and said lightly:

"Still, don't be too sad. Since you have some talent, I can't bury you, but I have a good place to recommend you. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the southwest of the pavilion, and continued:

"There is just a lack of a boy in the Eji Hall of this gate, I wonder if you would like to go?"

When the ordinary heard this, his heart was overjoyed, but his face pretended to hesitate, and after a while, he arched his hand, and said a little reluctantly: "Since the fairy has a life, the disciple will obey the order!" Xiao Qiushui also said that he was really reluctant in his heart, and said busily: "Silly boy, what do you know? Although you can't sit in on the hearing, there are many opportunities to get close to the people in this sect" Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled, and said a little coquettishly: "If you serve me well, how can you not be promoted?"