Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

"It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks as disciples of this elder."

The young man glanced sideways at the screaming young man, picked up the apprentice sticker with his slender fingers, and slapped the young man's face with a "swipe".

The Apprentice Sticker has terrifying power, the young man can't avoid it, his face hurts, and he loses consciousness.

"Boom!" He fell to the ground with a sound.

The sound fell in the ears of the people around, and they turned pale with fright, and took a step back unconsciously.

Such a vicious person.

The teacher apprentice post seemed to have slapped the young man, but in fact it also extinguished the flames, but no one realized this, and only thought that this person was vicious.

"It's really boring."

Appreciating the teacher's stickers twirling between the young man's fingers, the young man lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, his sharp willow-leaf eyes were accustomed to smiling, the smile was not gentle, like a knife soaked in venom, when looking at people, the knife saw blood.

Seeing this, Nan Ze on the second floor suddenly stood up, gave the young man a hard look, and felt that something was wrong, so he sat down again suppressing his anger.

"Sect Master, what's wrong?" the third elder asked.

"nothing."

The young man didn't seem to notice the suzerain's slash, and went straight to bow three times and kowtow nine times to the phantom of the green dragon. When he finally got up, his face turned pale, and his back was in great pain.

It should be that the wound that was struck by lightning before was torn open again.

Reluctantly pressing the wound, the young man turned around without changing his expression, and faced the young man: "Feng Chang'an, I accepted the teacher's post as a teacher. If you don't continue, why are you in a daze?"

Feng Chang'an stared blankly at the person in front of him, and after being reminded, he regained his composure, stepped back a few meters with a complicated expression, and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

"Disciple Feng Chang'an pays respects to Master."

Kneel down three times, kowtow nine times, and give a great gift.

On the altar, Yun Xu stood with his hands behind his back, watching the young man quietly, his eyes were unwavering, as cold as a cold river, a stubbornness that could not be melted by a raging fire.

Because behind him is the serene and kind blue dragon phantom, one positive and the other negative, making him even less human.

Ghost, like a ghost in hell.

"Why is Elder Zigui here again?" Suddenly surprised, the deacon and elder put his hands on the railing and leaned down to look at the young man. "The suzerain didn't say that he couldn't come..."

"Stand still." Standing aside, Li Zhishou reached out to knock on the railing, and said expressionlessly, "What do you look like!"

He knocked his upper and lower eyelids, and then opened them again, the eyelids were wrinkled into two layers, stacked on top of his eyes, still looking gloomy.

The deacon elder was terrified in his heart, trembling all over, and stood up respectfully.

Although the elder Fang is not a core elder, he is a powerful figure among the elders of the previous session. Although he is also an elder of the previous session, he is only promoted from an ordinary elder to a deacon elder after all, which is incomparable.

What's more, the elder Fang is a figure who crawled out of the bloody sea of ​​corpses in the first line of heaven.

He seems to be listless and doesn't care about anything, but in fact he restricts some rules so that people can't breathe, he is extremely harsh and old-fashioned, and his methods are vicious.

Li Zhishou tapped the railing a few times with his withered fingers, and his eyes fell on the young man who was lying on the ground, no one dared to approach him, and he seemed to sneer.

The voice was so soft that the elder deacon thought he had heard it wrong.

He raised his head, and was about to peek at the face of one of the elders, but the elder had turned around and went downstairs, twisted up the fainted boy, and handed it to Ming Hao who was following him.

"Take it down and take care of it."

Ming Hao helped others, sacrificed the flying sword, and replied: "I obey."

When the two of them were talking, the teacher's apprenticeship sticker had already been written in ink, and the ink was clearly printed on the teacher's apprenticeship sticker.

The eyes of a cultivator are so sharp that even if they are tens of meters away, they can clearly see the two names on the teacher's paste as thin as fibers and on the rough texture.

One is from a personal disciple, and the other is from a master.

The names of the personal disciples are scrawled on the top like a dog, which is extremely obtrusive.

Master's name is written sharply, flowing freely like clouds and flowing water, and the characters are like the person, who is proud of his talents and unruly.

Li Zhishou looked in a trance, as if he had returned to 50 years ago. At that time, everyone was there, and one of the teacher apprentice posts also had these two names.

Time has changed, 50 years later, the name that should have been the disciple has become the master, and the name that should have been the master has become a stranger.

Same place, different people.

Li Zhishou looked away and disappeared in place. Looking again, he had returned to the second floor, staring at the disciples present with a blank expression.

Live, fresh, and renewed blood will be injected into Qing Yunzong.

After performing the worship ceremony, it is time for the master to give a lecture and give a name.

Yun Xu put away the stickers on apprenticeship, cleared his expression, and said solemnly: "The journey of cultivating immortals changes rapidly, and if you are a little careless, you will be smashed to pieces.

Immortal cultivators should put morality first, cultivate one's morality, avoid haste and dryness, and do everything in a humble way.

In the future, if you achieve something, don't be arrogant. The right way is that there are people outside of people, and there are mountains outside mountains.

"Initiation guides must be dictated, Kungfu is self-cultivating without rest" Now that you have decided to step into the ranks of cultivating immortals, you must not give up halfway in the practice, and you need to practice persistently.

Otherwise, it is just a false name, and it is a person with no real name in the teacher's school.

……

There is no end to practice, to be reserved and not to fight, to be group and not to party, so you are humble and respectful, and follow the Taoist heart.

The heart of the Tao refers to the Dao.

Feng Changan, do you understand? "

"Understood." Feng Chang'an curtly said in a loud voice: "The parents who gave birth to me, the master who taught me, and the master's admonitions, disciples must remember them all their lives."

The clear and clear lingering sound lingers in the beams, endlessly, like the sweetness mixed with the howling cold wind, with the ferocity of a fierce knife, with the gesture of passing three passes and beheading five generals, crushing the ice ballast and bringing back the spring.

The young man straightened his back, his bony torso was wrapped in the empty robes of his own disciples.

He looked straight ahead, his pale and bloodless face was as calm as water, and his dark eyes were sparked by someone, shining with confidence.

Such a person undoubtedly has the power to infect people's hearts.

No one knows where this power comes from. He seems to be born with heat. Wherever he walks, the morning light breaks.

"You are the first disciple of the teacher, and you will be the last one. You must have heard a thing or two about being a teacher. At present, there are not too many demands on you, and you don't need to be too depressed."

Yun Xu bent down and looked at Feng Chang'an, "There are roads in the mountains of books and hard work as a path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work. I will give you the word Wu Zhi, and the wind will never stop."

There is no end to things, no end to people, no end to time.

"Wuzhi thanked Master for giving the name." Feng Changan saluted again, and when he lowered his head, he revealed a sigh of relief.

He originally thought that according to Yun Xu, a guy who doesn't play cards according to the routine, he would be given a Taoist name like a cat or a dog, such as Xiaobai, Erhuang, and Dahei.

Therefore, he laid a psychological foundation for himself early, and only waited for the other party to splash him with blood, and then vomited blood for him to see. Anyway, it was a blood bag provided by 081 for friendship and sponsorship, so it was not in vain.

Unexpectedly, these two words popped out of the other party's mouth:

Endless.