My disciples have hidden identities

My disciples all have hidden identities Author: There are black cats in the early morning

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Ji Ping passed through and became the suzerain of the Shangqing sect, and the entire sect had only four ordinary disciples with mediocre qualifications.

However... what he didn't know was.

Big Disciple: A kendo genius who is rare in ten thousand years.

Second Disciple: The first disciple of the domain master of the Chaotic Sea Region.

Three Disciples: The daughter of Kunpeng, a monster in the Xuanshen Realm.

Fourth Disciple: The Fourth Prince of the Great Yan Dynasty.

subsequently.Ji Pingsheng didn't believe in evil, so he took a few more.

Five Disciples: Journey to the West is a natural born Buddha who lost his life.

Six Disciples: The little princess who was born useless and has a low IQ

When their identities were exposed, Ji Pingsheng was speechless.

"Are there no ordinary people in this world?"

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Chapter 1

Great Yan Dynasty.

North State.

Shang Qingzong.

The scorching sun high above was already hanging in the sky, the sunlight outside the wooden house was shining, shining in through the open windows, and the temperature inside the delicate house gradually increased.

noon.

Ji Pingsheng opened his eyes, and another day of poverty began.

Exquisite wooden houses, hard slate beds, retro clothes, without a trace of modernity.

Ji Pingsheng rubbed his aching back and slowly got up.

No matter how many years I sleep on this hard bed, I will not adapt to it.

Ji Pingsheng got up, turned his head to look at the bronze mirror on the table, a slightly immature cheek with delicate features was reflected in the bronze mirror.

Seeing this handsome face, Ji Pingsheng smiled.

Sure enough, handsome has a sense of substitution.

It has been five years since he traveled to this world. From the excitement at the beginning to the depression now, there is nothing to say, just live.

The name of this world is Mysterious God Realm, where the monks are the head and the strong are the respected.

The dynasty and the sect ruled the world together, and the holy land and the temple divided the world equally.

And his identity is the Suzerain of the Shangqing Sect in Beizhou during the Dayan Dynasty, a very small sect, belonging to the kind that is not even called in meetings.

Although he is the suzerain, but this sect was not established by him, but by his master.

Two years ago, after the old suzerain, that is, his master passed away, the Shangqing sect was naturally inherited by him.

The Shangqing sect is not a big sect of the Ming sect, nor does it have any peerless geniuses.

The entire sect covers an area of ​​[-] mu, with only four disciples and a black dog, all picked up by the old sect master.

Apart from living things, the Zongmen has less than a hundred spirit stones, and the only valuable thing is the ring on his finger.

These are all the assets left to him by the old suzerain.

Ji Pingsheng got up, looked in the mirror, and after washing up, he started the daily routine.

apprenticeship.

Worship the dead teacher.

Ji Pingsheng walked out the door and walked into the side hall.

On the wall of the main hall in the side hall, there is an ink painting on rice paper. The portrait is of an old man with long beard and wrinkles, who is dead.

"The master is in the sky, and he is worshiped by his disciples."

Ji Pingsheng stood obediently in front of the statue of his master, with a solemn expression, bowed and saluted three times.

After saluting, he lit three more sticks of incense and stuck them on the front of the spirit statue.

"Master, you have been immortal for two years, and the Shang Qingzong is still half-dead, or I will disband. The world is so big, I really want to see it."

"If you disagree, just wink."

Ji Pingsheng muttered to himself in front of the portrait of his master, his bright black pupils staring closely at the painting of the portrait of his master.

After a few seconds, the spirit portrait did not blink. Ji Pingsheng was overjoyed and bowed again: "Thank you, master."

He has been traveling for five years, and he hasn't even walked out of a small sect a few times, which is really sad.

"Don't worry, master, I will take your spirit image away."

Ji Pingsheng walked out of the side hall very satisfied.

Before disbanding the sect, he will continue to work every day.

The second thing every day is to inspect the sect.

Patrol the entire sect and let the entire sect be under his control.

"The eldest disciple should be in the back mountain, right?"

Ji Pingsheng thought, he walked out of his hut and headed towards the back mountain.

Although the sparrow is small and has all five internal organs, although the Shangqing sect is not big, it is also a blessed place full of aura, which was built by the old suzerain over decades.

Among them, there are 72 rooms for the outer disciples, 36 rooms for the inner disciples, [-] rooms for the core disciples, and [-] rooms for the elders. From the outside to the inside, they are surrounded by arches, and the one in the middle is his. Sovereign cottage.

It's a pity that the old suzerain spent a lot of money to build a house, but only four disciples lived in it...

In addition to the house, there is also a bronze hall, which is dedicated to the meetings of the elders of the sect and their core disciples.

It's a pity that the Bronze Hall has been established for more than [-] years and has never been used...

In addition, there are martial arts arena, weapons field, training room containing the spirit formation, alchemy room dedicated to alchemy, a big arena for sect competitions, a spiritual field for growing elixir, and so on.

It can be said that the Shang Qingzong had everything, but no one.

The martial arts arena is empty, the training room is empty, the alchemy room is empty, and the arena is extremely smooth without any traces.

Ling Tian...

Oh, the Lingtian is not empty, it has been taken care of.

Thinking of these, Ji Pingsheng wanted to laugh.

For others to travel through time, either the whole family ascends to heaven at the beginning, or a green hat at the beginning.

And what about him?

Inherit a thousand acres of real estate at the start!

Is there anything more comfortable than this?

Even if the talent is not good, so what, if he sells Shang Qingzong, he can still live happily for the rest of his life.

The Shang Qingzong was deserted and lonely. Ji Pingsheng didn't see a single animal, flying insect, let alone a human figure along the way.

No footprints could be seen on the flat ground, only weeds and withered flowers.

It can be seen at a glance that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

He laughed and laughed, but couldn't stop laughing.

Can anyone buy this place?

Ji Pingsheng walked through half of the sect like a walk and headed for the back mountain.

Not long after, passing through all the houses and passing through a withered green forest, a large stretch of mountain peaks appeared in front of Ji Pingsheng's sight.

This is the back mountain of Shang Qingzong, a small mountain range that spreads for several kilometers, and the highest peak is only a few hundred meters.

"That guy Jing Muxi practices swords in this kind of place?"

Looking at this large desolate and smoking mountain range, Ji Pingsheng wondered.

Can there be a practice room or martial arts arena in this place?

Jing Muxi is the eldest disciple of the Shang Qingzong, about four years ago, the old suzerain was also picked up by his master.

This memory is very clear in his mind.

It was a bitterly cold winter, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

The old suzerain led a 15-year-old dull boy back to the Shang Qingzong. The boy was wearing light clothes, and his skin was red and stiff from the cold.

Even though his whole body was frozen, the young man held a bloody knife tightly in his hand.

Four years later, Jing Muxi used a sword instead of a knife.

Ji Pingsheng shook his head and brought back his thoughts.

He was just about to walk into the back mountain, but he raised his head inadvertently, narrowed his eyes, and showed a thoughtful expression.

From a high place, he saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a boulder on the highest peak of the back mountain.

That figure was very thin, but at such a high place, close to the sun, under the dazzling sunlight, it looked very tall, like a giant who was as immovable as a mountain.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Ji Pingsheng looked up at the figure and suddenly realized.

This height, this geographical location, and this view from the high to the low, it is almost as good as Graman.

I said why he practiced sword every day in the back mountain.

It turned out to be for pretense!

Ji Pingsheng secretly sighed.

It's a pity that there is no one in the sect, otherwise he would really have pretended to be successful.

No matter how high the force is, it will be in vain if no one watches it.

Ji Pingsheng withdrew his gaze and walked up the back hill.

Chapter 2 The Big Disciple Says I Don't Understand Swords

When Ji Pingsheng entered the back mountain, he stepped on broken branches and gravel, making creaking noises, and he could see a path made by his feet when he lowered his head.

The messy footsteps paved a road leading to the depths of the back mountain, which must have been stepped out by Jing Muxi over and over again.

Not long after, Ji Pingsheng climbed to the highest peak of the back mountain, and at a glance he saw Jing Osmanthus sitting cross-legged on the boulder, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Jing Muxi's body is very thin, like a bone, and her skin is pale and bloodless.

On his cross-legged, there was a wooden sword, a wooden sword that seemed to be carved from dead branches.

This is Jing Muxi, the eldest disciple of the Shang Qingzong, a stubborn disciple with mediocre aptitude but who insists on practicing swordsmanship.

Before Ji Pingsheng walked over, Jing Muxi had already opened his eyes, a pair of black pupils different from his morbid complexion lit up, and his piercing eyes seemed to shoot a ray of light, looking at Ji Pingsheng.

After seeing that it was Ji Pingsheng, Jing Muxi was silent for two seconds, picked up the wooden sword on his knees, got up and stood on the boulder, and saluted Ji Pingsheng.

"Sect Master, is there something wrong?"

This ceremony made Ji Pingsheng tremble with fear, he quickly waved his hands: "It's nothing, I just came up to see you."

He watched Jing Muxi standing on the boulder with his legs up, with hundreds of meters of abyss behind him, if he took another step back, he would go to hell.

If the eldest disciple of the Shang Qingzong stumbled and fell to his death because he saluted the suzerain, it would be a shame.

"Cough cough."

Ji Pingsheng coughed twice and walked forward, looked Jing Muxi up and down a few times, and asked casually: "You practice in this kind of place, isn't it uncomfortable to be exposed to the wind and the sun?"