The old Taoist priest grabbed Ling Hu Heng's arm, as fast as the wind, as fast as electricity, Ling Hu Heng didn't even have time to react, and the old Taoist priest had already flown with his sword. Ling Hu Heng only felt that his body was light and in the air, his heart was tense, and he was afraid that he would accidentally fall down, you must know that this was dozens of feet in the air! However, he had a similar experience, and it didn't take long for him to adjust and begin to experience the fun of flying with the sword. The wind around him was whistling, and even the white clouds were trampled under his feet, and the air cover that was wiped out because of the speed was too fast was safely protected on both sides, looking majestic.

It's a pity that the sword is flying too fast, Ling Hu Heng hasn't enjoyed it yet, and the main hall has already arrived. The old Taoist priest urged the sword trick and slowly fell to the ground. Ling Hu Heng only felt that his body sank, and his feet had already reached the ground. Ling Hu Heng thought to himself: "If I told my father-in-law that I flew around in the sky, how good it would be!" His face was a little gloomy, and the old Taoist priest didn't care about him, and pulled him towards the main hall. At this time, the voice of the imperial sword came from the sky, Ling Hu Heng was a teenager, and looked back at the sky: Good guy, the sky is like dozens of flowers blooming, and the air cover is of any color, Ling Hu Heng thought: "Is this related to the cultivation of exercises?" While thinking about it, the old Taoist priest had already pulled him into the main hall.

Ling Huheng came back to his senses and carefully looked at the main hall. Although the layout of the main hall is also very simple, it reveals a solemn meaning in the simplicity. There are a lot of spiritual tablets on the table facing the door, Ling Hu Heng's eyesight is very good, and he sees that there are all "xxx spiritual positions of the XX generation head of the ancient sword sect", Ling Hu Heng thought: "This is the ancestral tablet, I really don't know what is the use of worshipping the dead!" Fortunately, he also knows that it is powerful, and these words only dare to say it in his heart. Behind the spiritual tablet, there are three gold-plated statues of old Taoist priests, at this time, Ling Hu Heng has already understood a lot, and asked: "That's the 'Sanqing' Dao Ancestor, right?"

The old Taoist priest didn't speak, just nodded slightly. When the old Taoist priest and Ling Huheng entered, the main hall was still empty, and only a few disciples standing upright with their hands hanging down respectfully stood by the statue. After a while, those people who had just come from Edgeworth also entered the hall one by one. However, the old Taoist priest seemed to have a great seniority, and everyone who came saluted the old Taoist priest respectfully, and said in his mouth: "Uncle Shi is good!" and "Uncle Shi is good" and so on. Ling Hu Heng secretly exclaimed his surprise: "Could it be that these are the old Taoist's nephews? It seems that the lintel of the old Taoist priest is really not very good, and other people's apprentices have come out to be masters, and he still has to bring his own apprentices." Thinking of this, Ling Hu Heng felt a little sympathetic to the old Taoist.

Before, the main hall was still deserted, but after a while, more than two hundred people had already arrived. Although there are more people, the main hall can still accommodate it, but I'm afraid that it will be no problem for a thousand more people. It can be seen from this that the ancient sword sect was still very good in its heyday. Although there are many people, there is almost no noise, and even if they talk, they keep their voices down, for fear of disturbing others.

When it was close to noon, the white-bearded Taoist priest that Ling Huheng had seen earlier also came, and he was still holding a little girl, and everyone made way for them. Ling Huheng also looked at the little girl from the side, and saw that the little girl had a beautiful face, her eyes flickered, and her fair skin revealed a faint flush, which was very cute. There are two small braids on his head, and under his delicate nose is a slightly pursed small mouth, and his face seems to be filled with pride, full of a beautiful embryo. Although Ling Huheng has also followed the fortune teller all these years, how has he ever seen such a beautiful little girl? So he took a step involuntarily, but he immediately came to his senses, turned his head away, and his heart was still pounding. After a while, Ling Huheng couldn't help but look back, wanting to look at the little girl again.

At this time, the white-bearded old man led the little girl to the spiritual tablet, and then turned around and signaled that everyone was quiet, before he spoke: "Poor Dao Yang Xian has been the head of this sect for sixty years, and he has no merit in this sect, and he has not been able to carry forward this faction, which is really ashamed. Fortunately, there are new disciples who have joined the sect today, which has added color to this sect, and the poor old man is relieved, and he can also have an explanation for his ancestors and ancestors. Then, you have to respectfully worship the patriarch, and then worship the patriarch again, you know?"

When everyone heard this, they all promised one by one. Only then did Ling Huheng know that he was the head of the house. But it didn't matter who was in charge, he just wanted to know what the little girl's name was. Heaven fulfilled people's wishes, Yang Xianyang Zhenren quickly walked over to Ling Huheng's side, still holding the little girl in his hand. The little girl also looked at Ling Huheng with interest, Ling Huheng's face was a little hot, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her. It's no wonder that Ling Hu Heng is still wearing that cold shirt, compared to the little girl's silk and satin, even if Ling Hu Heng is very proud in his heart, he still has low self-esteem at this moment.

Yang Xianyang looked at Ling Huheng with interest and said, "Senior brother, you have to teach him with your heart, maybe your achievements will be higher than you in the future!"

The silent Taoist bowed slightly, and smiled when he heard the words: "This is the best!"

Yang Xianyang didn't say much, and said directly to a middle-aged man next to the silent Taoist: "Luo He, I entrust my granddaughter Yang Zhishuang to you, you have to teach her with your heart!"

When Ling Huheng heard this, his body shook, he looked up at the little girl, lowered his head again, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "It doesn't take much effort to come, I know her name, Yang Zhishuang!"

Luo He was flattered and said respectfully: "Master's orders, the disciples will do their best to cultivate!"

Yang Xian raised his right hand and stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "I have always trusted you!" Then he turned his head and said to Yang Zhishuang: "Shuang'er, you can worship Luo He as a teacher, he has reached the late stage of the golden body, and he is the most outstanding one among the thirty-fifth generation disciples of my sect, and it is more than enough to be your master." ”

Yang Zhishuang opened his mouth and said, "Grandpa said that he is good, it must be good!" Although the voice was still too naïve, it was like a fairy bell, listening to Linghu Heng's ears. Ling Hu Heng didn't dare to raise his head, but they heard their conversations one by one, and they never missed a word.

Then, Yang Zhishuang first worshiped the spirit tablet of the ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect, and then worshiped Luo He, which can be regarded as Luo He's disciple. Yang Xianyang looked at it with a smile, and although he was an elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, it was the first time he had seen Yang Zhishuang. His mind moved, his eyes opened darkly, and he carefully observed Yang Zhishuang's qualifications, but he was also superior, although it was not as good as Ling Huheng, but it was not much different. After Yang Zhishuang worshipped the teacher, he said: "Grandpa, then it will be difficult for me to see you again in the future, don't cry!"

Yang Xianyang smiled slightly and said, "Grandpa won't cry his nose, you can go back to practice with Master." Grandpa will check on you from time to time to see if you have worked hard, you have to work hard!"

"I'll work hard, grandpa, just wait to see how good I am!" Yang Zhishuang waved his small fist and pouted, looking very cute. Luo He didn't say much, and after leaving the main hall, Edgeworth left.

Ling Hu Heng looked at Yang Zhishuang's departing back with some loss, until Luo He flew into the mountains with her and was invisible, he lowered his body slightly, as if something was missing in his heart. The silent Taoist seemed to be very patient, and after everyone had bowed to the master one by one and left, he asked Ling Huheng to start. Ling Hu Heng was reluctant to give up at this time, and he did whatever he was called, and he didn't talk back as usual.

Ling Huheng knelt on a futon, and the silent Taoist also knelt down, and said in his mouth: "The ancestor of the ancient sword sect, the master is above, and the disciple is silent and industrious in his own sect, and he only knows how to live in a corner of peace for half his life, which violates the teachings of the ancestor and fails to let Haoran righteousness live forever in Tianyu." Now the disciple wants to accept Linghu Heng as the thirty-fifth generation disciple of the sect, and the disciple does not want him to be able to glorify the master and become a great reputation, but he hopes that he can be an upright person and be worthy of heaven and earth. Patriarch, Master is above, disciple is silent!"

Ling Hu Heng was absent-minded, but he could hear the words from the bottom of his heart that the silent Taoist said, especially the sentence "Be an upright person, worthy of heaven and earth", deeply moved Ling Hu Heng, Ling Hu Heng said in his heart: "Even if I Ling Hu Heng didn't learn immortal arts, he must be an upright person, so I lived up to my father-in-law who sent me to the Ancient Sword Sect, and I didn't live up to the old Taoist!" Although Ling Hu Heng made up his mind, he was only eight or nine years old at this time, how could he expect the future of the world?

After the apprenticeship ceremony, there were not many people who were silent, and pulled Ling Huheng to resist the sword again and flew back to the green bamboo forest. Ling Huheng wanted to stay longer, after all, there were only three people in the green bamboo forest, and for Ling Huheng, who was still a child, there was too little to play. In fact, what Ling Huheng wanted to see the most was Yang Zhishuang, but he also knew that although they were in the same faction, there were not many opportunities to meet in the future, so it could be said that there were almost no of them. Thinking of this, Ling Huheng felt bored for a while. Fortunately, after returning to the green bamboo forest, he saw that Wu Zhen had already cooked and was cultivating, and that competitive spirit suddenly rose: I can't lose to that big guy!

Ling Huheng didn't need to be silent, so he went to the study to read by himself. The silent Taoist saw this qiē in his eyes, but there was no expression on his face, as if it was only natural to do so. When Wu Zhen finished cultivating, he asked Ling Hu Heng to go to dinner, and Ling Hu Heng also used it in a hurry, so he rushed into the study, as if there was something in the study that attracted him incomparably. In fact, it's just a matter of competitiveness. Wu Zhen looked at Ling Huheng's hard-working figure with a smile, and he didn't know what he was laughing at. After the silent Taoist had eaten, he also came to the study to instruct Ling Huheng. How do you know that Linghu Heng has become more literate in the past few days, and he is also naturally arrogant, if he really doesn't understand how to ask, he will not ask this and that like before. The silent Taoist waited for two days, and Ling Hu Heng only asked a few questions. The silent Taoist knew that Ling Huheng no longer needed him to watch from the sidelines, so he went to meditate and settle down by himself.

Three days later, Ling Huheng had already read the three books very well, although it could not be said that he had memorized them backwards, but he could also memorize them word for word from beginning to end, and he did it in one go. After making Hu Heng feel good about himself, he found a silent Taoist and asked him to come up with a question to take the test, so that he could practice immortal arts as soon as possible.

The silent Taoist listened carefully to Ling Huheng's words, and the corners of his mouth showed a rare smile, and said, "Are you really ready?" Ling Huheng raised his head confidently and said loudly: "Naturally, you are ready, old Taoist, you can solve the question!"