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Other disciples:...

Do you want to take a look at what you are talking about? When those ordinary disciples and outer disciples heard this, they couldn't help but cry to death.

Although those who can enter the Law Enforcement Hall are all geniuses among geniuses, it is still very heartbreaking to hear the conversation between the two.

There was a disciple who was already 260 years old. He silently glanced at his level and fell silent.

Hua Ningyao ate and slept at the foot of the mountain every day, while discussing cultivation methods with those disciples.

She accidentally broke through to the first level again, and five days had passed. Those disciples said that it didn't matter who made her the master's uncle.

. . . . . .

On the top of the back mountain.

Inside the cave.

On a large jade bed in the cave, a man with extremely beautiful appearance was lying.

His black hair was scattered around like silk, and he was wearing a pink robe embroidered with silver lotus flowers.

His eyelashes are extremely long, and his face can be seen as the meticulous craftsmanship of the Creator. It is so perfect that it is not like a mortal.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened them, revealing a pair of silver eyes.

Qing slowly sat up from the bed. He stretched out a knuckled hand to touch his feet and took off a broken leaf from it.

Then he stood up and his shiny pink robe fell down. Qing put on his shoes, and a pretty face flashed in his mind.

Soon he remembered that his spiritual consciousness had accepted a disciple. Qing carefully arranged his clothes and performed several cleaning techniques.

He also tied up his long hair that had not been tied up with a jade crown before striding out of the cave.

But he scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, but couldn't find his little apprentice.

"Old Peach Tree, where is my cub?"

He appeared directly in front of Lao Taoshu and asked. Lao Taoshu quickly transformed into a human form and spoke carefully.

"The little master said that she was starving to death on the mountain, so she went down to beg for food. She also said..."

"say what?"

"She said that if you don't pick her up, master, she will change her master."

"Naughty."

Qing disappeared directly into the air, leaving only the last slightly doting voice. Old Taoshu caressed his chest, which frightened the tree to death.

You must know that the master has a bad temper, otherwise he would not have had an apprentice for so many years.

As early as when the master was a hundred years old, the sect found a genius for him and wanted the master to accept him as his apprentice.

Unexpectedly, after the boy went up the mountain, the owner was also practicing. After two months, the boy didn't wake up, and the boy started making noises to go down the mountain.

Later, he really ran away. At first, he still insisted on asking his master to coax him back, but after he woke up, his master just said, "No luck."

Of course, it turns out that the boy did not have any fate with the Xuantian Sect, because he was struck to death by lightning when his Taoist mind was not ascending to the Yuanying Realm.

Later, there was another girl named Lin Jiao, who happened to see her master at the selection meeting of various sects and said she wanted to be his master's apprentice.

That girl doll was indeed talented and had a noble status. She was a princess of a certain country. She was making a lot of noise before it was her turn to choose.

"Noisy and brainless, lacking in character and unable to bear heavy responsibilities."

Yes, the master just uttered such a sentence at that time, which was regarded as a death sentence for that woman. No one from the five major sects and ten gates chose her.

Facts have proved that the woman did not have enough stamina. After she reached the Nascent Soul Realm, she stagnated and lived until the end of her lifespan before she could break through to the realm of separation.

Since then, the master has said that only one who has the same six spiritual roots as him and all of them are at full value can become his disciple.

This kind of genius has been around for ages. No one knows where he came from. They only know that he was the head of the Xuantian Sect and picked it up when he went out for training.

Therefore, when Hua Ningyao's spiritual root was detected, the juniors in the lower world didn't know it yet, but the sect leaders in the Immortal Mountain had vague guesses in their hearts.

But I also thought that with Qing's temperament, he might not want Hua Ningyao. People from the other four sects also thought that people like this couldn't be in Xuantian Sect, right?

It's just such a coincidence that Hua Ningyao chose Xuantian Sect, and Qing Ye chose Hua Ningyao.

Originally, Qing had been practicing in seclusion. Whether it was the sect leader or the elders, they all had the same mentality: never mind him, they should recognize their master first.

. . . . . .

On this day, Hua Ningyao crossed her legs and watched the people from the law enforcement hall investigating the case.

This so-called law enforcement hall is similar to the county government in the world, but it is more than just punishing those people.

For example, someone's things have been stolen, and you came here to report to the official to find something to catch the thief.

That person got into a fight with that person, and then beat the person who broke up the fight.

"Mo Yuan, why don't you smile?"

Although the incidents reported to the law enforcement hall today are only from the outer sect, the law enforcement hall is also divided into inner and outer sects. The level of law enforcers in the outer sect is not that high, but the things are more and more complicated.

"I don't laugh much."

Mo Yuan said expressionlessly, the pen in his hand never stopped, he kept writing and drawing.

"Oh, don't blame me for not laughing because I don't like to laugh by nature. I know you're unhappy."

"Uncle Master, I don't have any disciples."

There was helplessness in his voice. It was not good that this great uncle liked to torment people occasionally.

"What I said is true. There is a mouse in my room. It can talk. What I said is true. Why are you laughing?"

Not far away, an outer disciple shouted excitedly. Hua Ningyao held up her chin and looked at it. Wasn't it just a fairy beast rat? It was making a fuss.

"Can it also dance? Can it play the piano?"

Hua Ningyao asked with great interest. Unexpectedly, the disciple immediately became angry and shouted.

"You all think I'm crazy! How can a mouse dance?"

"Oh, I have seen mice that can dance and play the piano. I thought you had seen this kind of mouse, but it turned out not to be the case."

It’s not a fantasy or a cartoon, what could it be? Hua Ningyao grabbed a handful of chestnuts and said to the law enforcers.

"Let's go over and see if it's okay. If not, we'll whip him."

Hua Ningyao pointed at the outer disciple enthusiastically and said, if it is true, then catch him and play with him, if it is false, then beat him.

"Yes, great uncle."

"No, who is she? Why are you whipping me? I am the sufferer."

"Because if you tell lies, the master of suffering is a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall. A waste of time is a waste of life. Every minute and second is shameful."

Hua Ningyao said fiercely, these days she met many people who came to report false cases, and some of them shouted to catch the thief.

Even if these disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall are geniuses, they still need to spend time practicing, okay?

This law enforcement hall trains hard-working elders for the sect. After all, not everyone can be upgraded continuously by being locked up and practicing.