Godly Dragon Guard

The more He Jian looked at Shen Lang, the more satisfied he was, and he smiled and said, "Little friend, would you like to come to the old man's door?"

"Senior, don't you need to go through any process of accepting disciples? You accept juniors as disciples so easily?"

Shen Lang couldn't help asking.

All this went too smoothly, which made Shen Lang feel unreality, and even wondered if He Jian had any purpose. He Jian frowned, and hurriedly added: "Little friend, the old man is the elder of the Guqimen Deacon House. Among the many elders, he is considered to be the most powerful. The old man usually has a lot of affairs and has never accepted a disciple. Come into my door, is old

Husband’s closed disciple! You will naturally inherit the mantle of the old man in the future. "

He Jian misunderstood Shen Lang's meaning, thinking that Shen Lang thought highly of himself and wanted to choose the best.

After all, the juniors with talents and aptitudes like Shen Lang, the other elders are afraid that they will take this kid as a disciple.

Listening to He Jian's words, Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly: "This...isn't it good?"

"What's wrong? Other elders have a lot of disciples. How can you get more benefits from being an old man's disciple as their apprentice. The old man accepts you as a closed disciple, which will definitely benefit you without harm. ."

He Jian winked his eyebrows, he was afraid that Shen Lang would not agree to himself, and simply stated some tangible benefits.

Shen Lang happily bloomed in his heart, and clasped his fists emotionally: "Senior has misunderstood, this junior is just an unnamed cultivator, and since seniors can respect juniors, they are naturally willing to worship seniors as their teachers!"

The real immortal world is so difficult to mix, it is almost impossible for Shen Lang to stand alone. Only by using the martial arts as a springboard to strengthen his own strength can he have the opportunity to rise step by step.

He Jian didn't seem to be a treacherous person, and his previous attitude towards Lu Peng was also very righteous, and Shen Lang was willing to recognize him as a teacher in his heart.

For Shen Lang, apprenticeship is not a shame. As a master in the middle stage of the human fairy, He Jian was enough to be his master.

I have just stepped into the realm of immortals, and I need a master who can take me with him.

"Haha, very good! In that case, let the old man go to the apprenticeship ceremony." He Jian caressed his beard with a long smile and said impatiently.

"Yes."

Shen Lang nodded solemnly.

He Jian immediately sent a sound transmission note to the Deacon Hall, asking them to inform the school that he had accepted a direct disciple named Shen Lang.

If it is a normal worship of ancient artifacts, Shen Lang will still need to mix with the disciples at the bottom.

Now he has directly transformed himself into a direct disciple of Elder He Jian, his status and status will soon be different, and he will also be respected by ordinary disciples in the sect.

He Jian saved Shen Lang from many red tapes of worshipping the ancient artifacts and took him directly to the ancestral hall.

All new disciples must pay homage to the ancient masters and ancestors of the Guqimen.

The ancestral hall of Guqimen is shaped like a pagoda palace. It is solemn and solemn. Inside, there is a high burning candle and a strong smell of burning. In the center of the temple, there is a statue of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, lifelike, similar to a real person.

This true monarch of Erlang, whose real name is Yang Jian, has no need to face, wears a battle armor, a golden crown on his head, and holds a three-pointed and two-edged sword.

Yang Jian is the most famous ancient **** of Meishan, and the patron saint of Meishan. He is widely believed and worshiped by monks in Meishan, and all sects enshrine the statue of Zhenjun Erlang.

After Shen Lang followed He Jian and worshipped True Monarch Erlang, he walked into the back hall, where incense and candles lit up, enshrining hundreds of tablets.

Enshrined here are the heads of the ancient sects and some of the elders who have made great contributions to the sect. The lives of these heads and elders are even recorded.

Shen Lang glanced around, fixed his eyes on the first generation head's tablet at the top, and glanced briefly.

The original head of this ancient sect was a great power from the late Dixian period, a descendant of the Seven Sages of Meishan.

The Ancient Artifact Gate was established after the War of Extinction, and now there are more than 60 generations of heads. One generation is not as good as one generation. Today, the heads of the Ancient Artifacts have only the cultivation base of the peak of the gods.

In the entire seven immortal gates, there is only one earth immortal, that is, the current lord of Zhaoyang Sect.

It can be seen that since the War of Destruction, the real world of immortals has been weakening.

Shen Lang has also received some blows more or less. He has great ambitions, but the immortal world has become so weak. He Jian knelt down on the futon, looked solemn, and whispered: "My ancestors, disciple He Jian is mediocre, has no merit in his school, and has the teachings of the ancestor. Today my disciples want to accept Shen Lang as an apprentice, and they will teach them carefully. Live up to its reputation!

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Shen Lang was infected by He Jian's sincerity. He Jian was indeed a person with a three-pointed attitude, which made Shen Lang a little respectful.

"The disciple Shen Lang accepts the Mongolian sect and must concentrate on practicing, and will return the martial kindness in the future." Shen Lang also knelt on the futon and said solemnly.

After the worship, Shen Lang performed a simple apprenticeship towards He Jian: "Disciple Shen Lang, pay respect to Master."

"Apprentice, please!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of He Jian's mouth, and he hurriedly helped Shen Lang up, and said earnestly: "In the future, you don't have to be polite with your teacher."

"Good." Shen Lang nodded slightly.

After the apprenticeship ceremony ended, the two left the ancestral ancestral hall, and Shen Lang followed He Jian to a mountain named "Guangyun Peak in the eastern part of Cangluan."

Guqimen elders can generally enjoy a mountain alone, which is considered a high-end residence. The Chaos Spiritual power in the eastern part of Cangluan is strong, and practicing here will surely get twice the result with half the effort.

"Guangyun Peak is the place for teachers to practice. There is a cave mansion on the top of the mountain. You can practice here, disciple." He Jian said in a deep voice.

Shen Lang scratched his head and said, "How can the disciple embarrassedly occupy Master's cave house?"

He Jian shook his head and said: "It's okay, because the teacher is usually busy with his affairs, and there is no time to come to the cave to practice. You can only treat this as your own cave. Normally, the teacher will not disturb your practice."

"Thank you, Master!"

Shen Lang was very moved.

He had previously doubted He Jian's motives for accepting disciples, and now he is ashamed to think about it. It is true that He Jian did not regard himself as an outsider, and Shen Lang was thankful that he had worshiped such a master.

Not long after, He Jian led Shen Lang into the cave.

The furnishings in the cave are very simple. Apart from the necessary tables and chairs and a jade bed, there are only two puppets guarding the cave, which look like boys.

He Jian sat down at the jade table, and a puppet boy concocted spiritual tea and brought it to him.

"Shen Lang disciple, your cultivation is much better than before. I don't know what kind of mental and supernatural powers you cultivated before?" He Jian drank a sip of spiritual tea and asked curiously.

Two years ago, Shen Lang had only first entered the semi-immortal, and the chaotic spiritual power in his body was disordered and mixed. Now this kid's cultivation base has been significantly improved, his aura has become more staring, and the chaotic spiritual power in his body is more pure.　　 He Jian can progress to this level within two years. He Jian is a bit unbelievable. Even if Shen Lang is a blood spirit immortal body, his cultivation speed cannot be so fast.