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Li Fengzhi sheathed his sword neatly, and the sword light flashed, and several newborn monsters fell down in response. After confirming that these monsters were all dead, Li Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief and began to divide them neatly. Before he knew it, it had been more than a month since he left Tongling Town. This was the first time he left Tongling Town after being picked up. It's a pity that he followed Yang Yuyao's footsteps wholeheartedly but chose the wrong direction from the beginning. Now he is walking further and further southeast, reaching a place where he doesn't know where he is.

"The sword is very clean and neat. Which sect are you from, little guy, and you are already practicing alone during the Qi training period?" The sudden sound of a woman's voice made Li Fengzhi nervously tighten his grip on the black iron sword. The sound was very pleasant, but it was even more terrifying to hear such a sound in this wilderness.

Li Fengzhi, who thought the voice was that of a wild fox ghost, looked around and finally found the figure floating above him. It was a thin and slender woman, with half her face covered by tulle, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. Her bare feet were flying in the air, and her green dress was swinging in the wind, which made people think. Unfortunately, this scene, which would make other men's hearts flutter when they see it, made Li Fengzhi even more convinced that the other man was not a human being, so he even abandoned the body of the monster and ran away.

"Oh, you little guy, why don't you reply?" Li Fengzhi had just taken two steps when the woman appeared in front of him again, "Am I that scary?"

"Are you a fox demon or a female ghost?" Li Fengzhi held the sword in both hands and asked. "I don't taste good," he said quietly.

"Huhu, it's not the case. I'm a human monk, Zhu Molan. How about it? Do you know who I am?" the woman asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Li Fengzhi answered honestly.

"Is your sect so closed to the news?" The woman who called herself Zhu Molan had a look of disbelief in her eyes. She had already announced her name like this, but there were still people who couldn't recognize her. This was also the first time for her to meet her. arrive.

"I have not joined the sect, and I have only become a monk for more than a month, so I am still understanding many things." Li Fengzhi explained.

"Didn't you join the sect?" Zhu Molan turned her beautiful eyes and carefully looked at the young man in front of her. He had a handsome appearance, was not too tall, and was already at the second level of Qi training. Generally speaking, monks in the Qi training period rarely leave their master and act alone unless their time is approaching and there is no hope of promotion. This young man is young and has already reached the second level of Qi training after practicing for a month. His sword skills are also clean and neat, so his aptitude should be quite good. Such a person should not be without a master.

"Then how about you become your master? You probably don't have a master to guide you, and I am in the Mahayana realm. Many of the strongest people in the sect are not as good as me in cultivation." Zhu Molan recommended herself with a smile.

"Thank you, no need. I already have someone who I want to be my disciple, and I will only worship him as my disciple." Faced with such a powerful person, Li Fengzhi did not hesitate at all and chose to refuse.

"Huh? Really? So what kind of realm is that person? What's his name?" Zhu Molan asked curiously. She wanted to know what kind of monk could make this young man reject her, a Mahayana monk, without hesitation. . Even if you don't mention her beauty, her state alone is enough to attract many young men to want to join her and learn from her.

"I don't know..." Li Fengzhi replied frustratedly.

"It's okay if you don't know the realm, and you don't even know the name? Have you met the person you want to be your disciple? Why do you want to be his disciple?" Zhu Molan felt pity for this young man for a moment. He has such good qualifications, but his brain is so good. Not very clever. Who would want to become a disciple of someone whose name they don’t even know? For a monk, becoming a disciple is more important than reincarnation. Zhu Molan even wondered if the young man had been deceived.

"Of course I have seen him!" Li Fengzhi said suddenly excitedly. Although the sword in his hand dropped unconsciously, he still held the hilt tightly. "He is very strong and very good-looking, and he saved me and everyone in our town!" Li Fengzhi's face suddenly appeared in Li Fengzhi's mind, and he thought about how he was rejected as a disciple at that time. Tears immediately filled his eyes.

"Then why didn't you worship him as your teacher then?" Zhu Molan became even more curious. Strong and good-looking? Is it someone she knows? Or some hidden power she has never heard of?

"I mentioned it, but he refused, but I didn't want to give up, so I chased him out." Li Fengzhi tried his best to hold back his tears and answered with his head lowered.

"Oh, if he doesn't want to accept you, he probably has no chance with you. Why are you so persistent?" Zhu Molan sighed. After such a blow, the tears that Li Fengzhi finally held back completely broke down and fell down. Zhu Molan instantly wondered if he had gone too far.

"Okay, okay, little guy, how good-looking do you think that person is? Is he prettier than me?" Zhu Molan took out a handkerchief and wiped Li Fengzhi's tears and asked.

"Well, he's better looking!" Li Fengzhi replied immediately.

"You little guy, why can't you talk? I'm such a beautiful woman in front of you. Don't you know how to be tactful when you praise others for their beauty?" Zhu Molan pinched Li Fengzhi's cheek and said with a smile.

"You have to ask it yourself." Li Fengzhi replied. He was a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers. Even though he knew that the Mahayana stage was a very high level among monks through the book of casual cultivation left to him by Yang Yuyao, Zhu Molan had no murderous intention towards him and even deliberately restrained himself. breath. This also made him feel a lot of fear.

"Huhu, what's your name, little guy? You should know this, right?" Zhu Molan asked.

"My name is Li Fengzhi." Li Fengzhi glanced at Zhu Molan and replied.

"Okay, Fengzhi, where are you going next? Zhu Molan asked with a smile."

"Why do you want to know this?" Li Fengzhi felt puzzled.

"Because I want to follow you and see who the very good-looking and powerful monk you mentioned is! Maybe I even know him!" Zhu Molan smiled with her eyes curled up and replied.

"Huh? That person?" Yang Yuyao wanted to look at the person he passed by again, but withdrew his gaze to avoid offending the other person. The man just now was a man in brocade uniform, not a monk. What aroused Yang Yuyao's curiosity was that the man's appearance was almost 90% similar to Li Fengzhi, whom he had met in Tongling Town before. It's just that Li Fengzhi's face is more childish. If it weren't for the fact that the man looked to be in his early twenties, and Li Fengzhi was already fourteen years old, people would believe that they were father and son.

"Your Majesty..." Just when Yang Yuyao was thinking about whether this man was related to Li Fengzhi by blood, the woman next to the man shouted in a low voice, revealing the man's identity.

Yang Yuyao did not stop. Although he was a little curious about the man, he seemed not to notice him at all as he walked with He Qianqing. Instead, the man stopped, turned around, and looked in the direction Yang Yuyao left.

"Those two should be the Immortal Masters." The woman thought that the man who was the prince was curious about Yang Yuyao's identity and said quickly. She couldn't offend this man, and she couldn't offend the monk even more.

"Of course I can tell this." The man looked at Yang Yuyao's back and replied to the woman indifferently. "Monk." He murmured in his heart without any respect. The look he looked at Yang Yuyao even revealed greed. Although the sect and the mortal country are governed separately, not all royal families accept this approach, but they have to submit due to the power of the monks.

Many sects have a history that is older than the country in which they are located, but all the time, each sect has watched the changes of dynasties with cold eyes, and never interfered with the rise and fall of imperial power. But even so, in the eyes of people like this man, the existence of the sect has weakened the rule of the imperial power, and also made them, the princes who should enjoy all the privileges, have to tuck their tails between their legs and look at the monks. Act with face. Such a beauty who should have been brought into the palace for him to play with. But because he is a monk, he can only salivate but cannot move.

Even though they were far apart, Yang Yuyao still noticed the lustful look that the man called the prince had towards him, but he had to bear it. In this world, he received more and more looks like this, so that he became more and more familiar with it and could easily detect and judge it.

"It's strange, aren't the people in this world very gay?" Yang Yuyao felt puzzled. On the one hand, this world regards same-sex love as unethical, and on the other hand, it seems to favor men. Even men express their love for good-looking members of the same sex in an unabashed way. When Yang Yuyao recalled it, it seemed that among the people he had met, the only one who seemed to be from Kongtong was probably Xue Ren.

Yang Yuyao could notice the unkind gaze of that person, and naturally He Qianqing could too. However, he turned around and only warned the other party with his eyes. Even if it is just like this, it is enough. No matter how pretentious he was in his heart, the man's reason still let him know that he had no room to resist if he really pissed off the monks. The monks did not bother to serve as guards for them. The monks would join the court as officials just to enjoy people's adulation and hold power. If there is something not to their liking, the monks will not care about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. They will just wave their sleeves and walk away.

Even the emperor could only hire warriors to protect their safety. So what if their royal family has a good relationship with a certain monk who is willing to stand up for them? Even if the royal family would come back to avenge him later, his life would be gone before that! Therefore, even though he kept scolding in his heart, the young prince restrained his dissatisfaction and showed an expression of respect.

"It's not that he's a ungrateful guy." It was immediately apparent that the prince's respect was fake, and He Qianqing still withdrew his gaze. No matter how unwilling he is, this person obviously cherishes his life. Such a person has a clear eye and will not make crazy moves that exceed his own capabilities. Although such a mortal couldn't do anything to He Qianqing, it would still be quite annoying if he had to deal with it.

"Master, has anyone ever taken the initiative to become your teacher before?" There were too many people like the man just now, so Yang Yuyao quickly forgot about that person, but the man's face made Yang Yuyao Yu Yao thought of Li Fengzhi. Of course, the boy who was a few years younger than him looked much more pleasing to the eye than the prince.

Thinking of Li Fengzhi, Yang Yuyao was inevitably a little curious about what was going on with the young man now. He wondered which sect he would choose to practice in, and whether he would consider the Xuanzhen Sect that Yang Yuyao hinted to him through the Book of Rogue Cultivation.

Yang Yuyao thought that it was probably because Li Fengzhi was also raised by an old man. Similar experiences gave Yang Yuyao a sense of closeness and mutual understanding. In addition, the young man's actions, even when he was in the most danger, still thought about protecting the steamed buns left for his grandfather, also deeply touched Yang Yuyao. Maybe that boy was the first person to ask him to be his teacher, so Rang was somewhat attracted to this boy.

"Well, yes, Xiaoyao, why do you suddenly ask about this?" He Qianqing asked in confusion. Because of Yang Yuyao's problem, He Qianqing deliberately reviewed the people who wanted to be his disciples. However, before meeting Yang Yuyao, He Qianqing had never thought about accepting disciples, so he did not even remember who those people were. . Looking back now, I still remember that such a thing happened, but I can't remember exactly what those people looked like or whether they were male or female.

"Just, I want to know what motivates a monk to accept a disciple." Yang Yuyao replied.

"The reason? Everyone's reasons are different. It depends on their qualifications, their brains, or their personality. But in summary, it's just that this person is pleasing to the eye and pleases you. Of course, you can also choose according to your own ideas. The identity of the monk himself. As a teacher, I have no interest in accepting disciples. When I was in Qingfeng Sect, others also wanted me to accept more disciples, but they could not order me. But if you are an elder who has the task of accepting disciples, no matter whether you are willing or not, They all have to accept disciples." He Qianqing explained.

"Of course, unless the disciple has a special identity, there is generally no way to force someone to accept a disciple. After all, this matter is about your will and my will. No matter how hard you force it, it won't be sweet." He Qianqing added.

The disciples with special status that He Qianqing mentioned naturally refer to those relatives of the sect master or other elders who would be accepted as disciples out of favor. In fact, in the sect, there is a special term for teaching elders. The teaching elder does not refer to a certain elder, but all elders who are responsible for teaching. Because in sects, especially those with a large scale, there will be some elders who manage a large number of handyman disciples but do not teach any knowledge about cultivation.

If you are a casual cultivator, there will naturally not be so many distinctions. But when it comes to sects, things are much more complicated. The sect will divide the disciples who join the sect into three categories: outer disciples, inner disciples and direct disciples. The status is higher than the other, and the allocation of resources for cultivation is also very different. Of course, these three categories are not permanent. If an outer disciple works hard enough, he can be promoted to an inner disciple or even a direct disciple. However, if he does not perform well or makes major mistakes, he may be demoted from a direct disciple to an inner disciple. Sect disciples and even outer disciples.

With so many disciples, it is naturally impossible for each one to teach them wholeheartedly. Therefore, the usual practice of each sect is that Elder A teaches the mind method, Elder B teaches the sword technique, Elder C teaches the technique, and then the disciples go back to practice on their own. The sect will then conduct a unified assessment. It is equivalent to everyone taking a large class together, and how much you can learn depends on your own consciousness. And this part is open to all disciples.

But even in this part, the whole relationship between the outer disciples, inner disciples and direct disciples has been revealed. Outer disciples are usually those who barely meet the qualifications in the recruitment test. The sect does not have much hope for the future prospects of these people, and does not expect them to win many resources and reputation for the sect.

Therefore, in order to make use of their value, these outer disciples need to do a lot of chores. For them, work takes precedence over practice. Therefore, even if all disciples can participate in the teachings of these elders, the outer disciples may not be able to participate because of work. Or miss these lectures less often.

Compared with outside disciples, internal disciples and direct disciples with better qualifications are given more hope, so they focus on cultivation. As long as people are in the sect and want to listen to these lectures, they will not be missed. Of course, these lectures generally add little new content and mostly cover the most basic things. Usually after a while, when there are many new people in the sect, the elders will tell it again. Therefore, even if outside disciples miss out, they still have the opportunity to make up for their studies. Such repetition will make some disciples and direct disciples who have been practicing for many years no longer listen to the lectures.

Although there is a saying that the master leads the door, cultivation depends on the individual. But it also depends on whether the master is willing to teach the disciples the core of the path to spiritual practice. And the direct disciples are naturally the ones that each elder is most willing to teach and the ones who are willing to teach their true skills. At the same time, he is also considered by the monks to be the disciple who has a true master-disciple relationship with the elders and even the head of the clan. Only direct disciples would be called the disciples of Elder XX, and even if they were disciples within the sect, people would only call someone from Peak XX.

"Generally speaking, when recruiting disciples, more people give priority to their qualifications, right?" Yang Yuyao guessed.

"Of course, after all, no one likes to accept a dull person to torture themselves." He Qianqing affirmed.

"Then Li Fengzhi should not have any problem if he wants to join a good sect or even become a good master." Yang Yuyao thought to himself, relying on his deep memory of Li Fengzhi before, Yang Yuyao estimated that Li Fengzhi's qualifications were even better than Ye Qianqian's It's even better. Although it was Yang Yuyao's first time trying it, he was still quite confident about it. Even if such a disciple joins one of the big sects, the elders will compete to recruit him as a disciple. Thinking that Li Fengzhi's future should be very bright, Yang Yuyao felt relieved.

"Master, shall we go to Haina Bank next?" Yang Yuyao asked, taking a look at the Xunlian light screen. Wen Mo and Huai Yu breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the message sent by the sound transmission jade slip. They turned off the light screen and waited to read it when they finished their work.

The clone of Jin Yuesheng that he had kept outside had disappeared due to the effects of the secret medicine puppet. He also left the broken tassel of the white jade bone fan in place, and Yang Yuyao only had time to take back the heaven-level magic weapon itself.

It would have been better if he acted alone, but at that time the two Xuanzhen Sect disciples insisted on helping him and acting together with him. In order to prevent the two people from thinking that something had happened to him or that he had been kidnapped because of the disappearance of his clone, Yang Yuyao sent them a message to report that he was safe after the effect of the medicine wore off. However, due to the transmission speed of the sound transmission jade slips and the possibility of encountering something that would cause inconvenience in replying to the message, he did not receive a reply from those two people until today. Now that you have received it, there is nothing to worry about.

"Yes, once the formation at the bank is optimized according to our previous ideas, we should almost leave Ningcheng. By the way, Xiaoyao, what do you think of the sea here?" He Qianqing responded.