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At dawn the next day, Yan Zhenci came to the monastery and waited for Yuan Yinliu to wake up.

He didn't wait for a long time, and after about four or five breaths, the sound of the original sound stream yawning and calling "come in" came from inside.

This noble young man is not slow in his movements?

Yan Zhenci was a little surprised, he opened the door and entered the abode, only to see the well-dressed person who was supposed to get up and wash himself still lying on the bed, with sleepy eyes.

Yuan Yinliu changed places, didn't sleep well last night, and felt quite a headache today. After looking at the person who came in with half-open eyes, he quickly closed them: "Wipe your face."

A few breaths of silence.

A cold and damp veil was wiped carelessly on his face twice.

What kind of impoverished place is this? I can't find anyone who can serve people.

Yuan Yinliu's face was sore from being rubbed, he sighed dissatisfiedly, and was about to sit up, but he tried two or three times with difficulty, but he still couldn't get his back three inches above the bed.In the end, there was still a force on his back that could be contained at a touch, and lifted him up.

The original sound flow finally opened his eyes.

He slowly landed on the ground, slowly stood up straight, and slowly nodded his chin to Yan Zhenci.

Standing in front of the bed, Yan Zhenci watched helplessly that the person lying on the bed finally got up, and it was fine when he got up, but the moment he stood up straight, he even shook his body slightly.

He suddenly had inexplicable worries about the future of the Sword Palace.

It was only then that he realized that what the other person meant by clicking his chin just now was to ask him to dress him?

After getting dressed and drinking a glass of warm water to moisten his throat, Yuan Yinliu finally woke up.

He held his chin: "What's for breakfast?" Then, without waiting for words to answer, "Let's be simple, let's have golden soufflé, thousand-flavored pancake, and a bowl of shredded chicken porridge. Golden soufflé is suitable for combining milk and crisp, Knead the qianxiang cake with the flowers that have just fallen into the branch, don't see chicken shreds in the chicken porridge, and the soup should not have any miscellaneous flavors."

Yan Zhenci said indifferently: "There are meat and vegetable buns, steamed buns, and white porridge."

Yuan Yinliu closed his eyes, and there was nothing to love: "What is going too far in these days?!"

I thought about it for a while: "Golden soufflé, thousands of fragrant cakes and chicken porridge may not be available. But Elder Qi who is in charge of teaching the exercises is good at food, and the breakfast prepared by her will definitely not be simple. If Mr. Yuan thinks that Sanzhai The breakfast prepared by the hall for ordinary disciples is not allowed to enter the throat, I can go to Elder Qi to have a look. But the risk of snatching food from the tiger's mouth is too great, unless-"

Original Sound Stream: "Unless?"

Words: "Unless Mr. Yuan is willing to take me to the Temple of Heaven to open my eyes later."

After hearing the words, Yuan Yinliu finally set his sights on Yan Zhenci.He looked Yan Zhenci up and down, with a slight frown.

Is this to say that a person who cleans is not qualified to enter the Temple of Heaven?Words and words secretly speculate.

Original sound stream: "You haven't changed your clothes from yesterday to today?"

Words: "..."

Original sound flow: "Change your clothes, wash your hands, and then serve me breakfast. After breakfast, you and I will go to pick up the Temple of Heaven." He sighed and said to himself, "Otherwise later There is no one who serves tea and water..."

Yan Zhenci felt that he lifted a rock and hit his own foot.

An hour later, the sun officially jumped out of the clouds, and the ancient bell on Zhongfeng rang, and the quiet bell sounded throughout the mountains.

Afterwards, the Jietian Temple was opened, and all the elders entered together with Yuan Yinliu.

The head of the sect was not there, the three elders sat at the top, Yuan Yinliu sat directly opposite them, and the other sword palace masters sat cross-legged on both sides, and disciples like Xue Tianzong all stood behind their masters, with long swords on their backs, Holding a fly whisk in his hand, with a dignified appearance, the only difference is probably the words and pillow words standing behind the original sound stream.

Although he had the same dignified appearance, he was holding a tea set and a tea towel on his shoulders.

From the moment he entered the palace, he felt a lot of eyes circle around him.But he looked at the nose and the heart with his eyes, as if they didn't exist.

Duanmuxu maintained the affinity of yesterday, and smiled at Yuan Yinliu: "The head of the house has already told Yinliu about joining the Sword Palace, now Yinliu sees which elder he likes, and then enters the door wall of that elder, and pays homage to that elder." An elder as a teacher."

Yuan Yinliu also smiled: "Renren Yan never said this."

Duanmuxu: "I said so."

Original sound stream: "I never said that."

Duan Muxu suddenly sighed: "The master hasn't woken up since he fell into a coma yesterday, everyone in the Sword Palace is very worried. Before, only Yinliu was in the same room with the master, and I don't know what happened at that time..."

This hint is too heavy.

The rest of the elders looked sideways.

"So," Duanmuxu said with a smile, "is Yinliu staying as an apprentice of Sword Palace, or is he staying to cooperate with Sword Palace's investigation?"

Yuan Yinliu looked at the other elders.

The other elders watched the nose, the nose, the nose and the heart like Yan Zhenci.

Yuan Yinliu was sure that Jian Gong had become determined after eating the weights, and decided to keep him.

He thought for a moment: "Although Master Yan asked me to stay and learn martial arts, he didn't say who he asked me to worship as my teacher."

Duan Muxu accepted it as soon as he saw it, and regained his initial harmony: "That's right, this matter of master and apprentice, it's better to see what you like."

The original sound flow perfunctory: "I don't know these elders well..."

Duan Muxu said: "The three elders of the Sword Palace and the masters of the ten directions are all gathered here. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the sound flow, everyone will show you the signature skills, and you can learn whichever you like-start from me .”

Then, smiling at the crowd, he stretched out a hand, palm up.

He saw a delicate flower gradually appearing in his palm, its leaves moved by the wind, and its figure was graceful.

When the flower blooms from budding to full bloom, it suddenly splits and flies around!

Flowers, leaves, stems, all the usual flexible things are turned into paper-thin, sharp-edged sharp weapons at this moment, and suddenly come to people, and suddenly disperse into the breeze.

A middle-aged woman on the left of Duanmuxu had a face like a full moon, with gentle eyebrows, and smiled at this time: "Brother Duanmu's "Da Sheng Da Xiang Zhen Jing" has improved again." Then she said to Yuan Yinliu, "I am the elder of Chuan Gong .”

After speaking, her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft breath.

I saw a palm-sized cloud suddenly appear in front of people.In the blink of an eye, the cloud and mist changed from white to black. From time to time, there was a dull sound in the dark cloud, and a flash of lightning flashed from time to time. After another moment, light rain fell from the cloud and mist, wet the ground.

She waved again, and the rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and everything was over.

Of the last three elders, the one on the far left remained untouched.He is also a middle-aged Taoist priest, with square eyes and unflappable prestige. He is Xue Tianzong's master, Zhai Yushan, the law enforcement elder.

Di Yushan looked calm, not as flashy as the first two people, so he raised his fingertips and pointed.

A sword energy about ten feet long swept across, directly cutting open the space, revealing the reality of the world!

This time, everyone in the seat was amazed, and the voice of praise was endless, except for the original sound flow.

In Yuan Yinliu's eyes, I saw a group of people changing their tricks. After you sing, I will appear on stage, making a lot of noise, and there is no time for people to breathe in the middle.

He kept smiling at first, then propped his forehead with a fan, and finally covered his face with his hands.Until the end of the performance one after another, the original sound stream immediately raised its head and confirmed again:

"It's up to me to choose who to be my master, right?"

"That's right." Duanmu Xu affirmed.

"That's good, it's him." Yuan Yinliu pointed his hand firmly.

Everyone's eyes followed the direction of the original sound flow, and they saw Yan Zhenci standing behind the original sound flow.

Words: "..."

He was calm and smiling.

The audience was silent, and half of the people present showed expressions of surprise or displeasure.

Duanmuxu was also surprised, and he was still pondering over Yuanyinliu's intentions: Was this young man who had been mentioned repeatedly by the sect leader and had the nickname "Yuanxilou" intentional or unintentional?Is it purely to disrupt the apprenticeship ceremony, or do you have deeper thoughts?

This kind of thinking prevented Duan Muxu from expressing his attitude immediately, until Zhai Yushan snorted coldly: "Absurd!"

This sound made Duan Muxu wake up.

He looked at Yan Zhenci first.He remembered that this was the disciple who followed Xue Tianzong up the mountain a few days ago.In sword cultivation in the Sword Palace, the heart of the sword can be seen on the body of the beginner disciples. With this point, in the eyes of the master, no one can imitate the disciples of the Sword Palace.He asked, "Whose disciple are you?"

Yan Zhenci bowed: "This disciple was originally a disciple of the outer sect, but was promoted by Uncle Xue to be a sanctuary sweeper yesterday."

The corner of Xue Tianzong's mouth twitched.

Duan Muxu turned to Yuan Yinliu again: "A disciple of Sasao, Yinliu really wants to choose him as his master?"

After interrupting the forced sales promotion by everyone in the Sword Palace, Yuan Yinliu can shake his fan and smile again: "Why, no? The elder said before that it is my/free/freedom to choose who to be the master."

Duan Muxu had no intention of forcing Yuan Yinliu to change his decision. He smiled and said, "Since Yinliu has decided to be him, then it is him. But in the future, this name should be changed."

Duanmuxu pointed at Xue Tianzong: "He is an uncle." Then he pointed at himself, "The Supreme Elder."

Then the smile on the face of the original sound stream fell off again with a smile.

Then he said: "Originally you made a decision, now it's up to your master to take you to see the statue of the patriarch to worship the master. But before your uncle's generation, you can't enter the patriarch's cave, and there is no separate cave, and you can't go to see it. Yu Chenjian, unless—"

Yuan Yinliu looked at Duanmu Xu.

Duan Muxu said in a good voice: "Unless you have cultivated the sword palace's entry-level skills to the third level, you can try to enter the place where Li Yuchen's sword is. This is all the rules of the sword palace——Okay, let's all go."

The apprenticeship in Jietian Temple ended with an unexpected ending.

Those who left had their own thoughts, and the three elders who remained in the temple also had different opinions.

Chuangong elder Qi Yunwei was very displeased: "Duanmuxu, as the head of the three elders, you were entrusted by the head to take care of the original sound stream, and now you let him act carelessly?"

Duanmuxu had closed his eyes and meditated since everyone left, and now he opened his eyes and said, "Why does the head insist on letting Yuan Yinliu join the Sword Palace? Naturally, not only because Yuan Yinliu is the younger generation of the head, but also because he is Yuan Xilou. In the Sword Palace, there are endless generations of martial arts masters, but there is one less wise man who can see the general trend of the world..."

Qi Yunwei interrupted Duan Muxu: "You don't need to repeat this, everyone can understand it."

Duan Muxu: "But a person's energy is limited, the original sound is only about twenty, and he has learned a lot about the past and the present, and he has learned a lot. If he devotes half of his energy to martial arts, is he another Xue Tianzong, or those people who have disappeared from the world? "

Zhai Yushan closed his eyes and meditated after the crowd left, until he heard Xue Tianzong's name, he opened his eyes and said indifferently: "I can't peck at the order of the head of the sect. But my disciple Tian is a three-generation great disciple, which is what everyone expects." Dust Sword is next in charge, and now something is wrong, how are you going to explain it to my apprentice and the rest of the Sword Palace?"

There is no need to consider "after" for the original sound stream from Jietian Temple, because the problem comes now.

Back at the Abode, Yan Zhenci asked him: "The Sword Palace has three major introductory exercises, which one do you want to learn?"

Yuan Yinliu pondered: "Okay, okay, isn't it just learning martial arts? I want to learn a martial art that meets my standards. First of all, it must be elegant and imposing."

Stand and listen to words.

Yuan Yinliu pondered: "Don't fight and kill, gentle."

Sit and listen to words.

Yuan Yinliu continued to meditate: "Those who stand still don't walk, those who talk but don't move, those who think but don't talk... Well, it's almost like this!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and found that Yan Zhenci had sat down at some point, and gnawed on the neck of the duck with Erlang's legs crossed.