moonlit night

The grand ceremonies of Mount Kunwu, whether it is the ceremonies of joining together, accepting apprentices, or founding the mountain, are always solemn and orderly. This is normal, and it is also the demeanor that a great sect should have.

However, since the Tan Hua Peak, which was in charge of ceremonies, was taken over by Fu Yu, there was another adjective used for the characteristics of the grand ceremony.

luxurious.

Luxurious and luxurious, both luxurious and luxurious.

Regarding the previous word, the owner of Qingfu Peak, who is in charge of the budget of Kunwu, said that the mountains may have to eat soil again recently, and he specially expressed his snot and tears to the top of the mountain, asking Ning Yixian to go down the mountain to earn some medicine For money, Yun Shengjun should go down the mountain to help people do some business such as darts, and Yue Shengjun should go down the mountain to the fresh food market to earn some freezer money to subsidize his family.

Headmaster Ye replied: The soil is enough to eat, no approval.

For the last word, there are two completely different reactions in the mountain. The disciples who have never seen it or have seen it but are too hard to cultivate immortals and want to take the opportunity to have fun are all looking forward to it. The cultivators were also secretly thinking about what clothes to wear, what rouge to wear, and what jewelry to wear, hoping to become the most dazzling pearl.

However, there are always some heterogeneous people who express or secretly do not cooperate with such a grand ceremony.

Those who refused on the surface were represented by Yun Shengjun. He made it clear that he didn't like being served tea in front of so many people, and he didn't like wearing troublesome and procrastinated dresses. He also threatened that if he was forced to go through the red tape, he would In front of the guests, give the disciples a piece of thunder to taste.

Those who did not cooperate secretly were represented by Yue Shengjun. He accepted the luxurious dress sent by Tan Huafeng coldly and coldly accepted the etiquette list sent by Hanzhangfeng without saying anything extra. When he came out of Meiwu, he was still dressed in white, but his hair was tied with an ice white jade crown, which looked a little more formal, but also more elegant and dignified.

"Shengjun, aren't you too plain like this?" Lingxi who was waiting outside was a little dumbfounded. He thought that after the incident that year, he would finally see Shengjun wearing a more solemn color again, but he didn't expect it to be the same.

Yue Qingchen shook his head, and asked quietly: "What time is it?"

"It's already time," Lingxi hurriedly replied, "The grand ceremony started at three o'clock in the Yin hour, and now I guess it's time for the master to finish his lecture, and the next part is the congratulatory speeches from the representatives of each faction. It will take ten rounds, and then it will be the part of accepting apprentices, you still have plenty of time, Shengjun."

"Why doesn't Shengjun wear beautiful red and black clothes?" A little plum spirit came over and asked curiously, biting her finger, "We like it very much after seeing it. Shengjun will become a beautiful sister after wearing it. She must be prettier than Sister Lingxi and Sister Qingluan."

"Go, go, don't make trouble here." Lingxi glared.

"Because I have to remind myself all the time," Yue Qingchen said in a rare gentle way, "There are promises that have not been fulfilled."

"Huh?" Xiaomei Jing opened her eyes in confusion.

"You are really good, Shengjun," Lingxi sniffled, "I can't blame you for that incident, so don't blame yourself."

Yue Qingchen was silent for a moment, didn't say much, and his expression returned to his usual indifference. He looked towards the east, and the first ray of golden morning light in the sky just broke through the cover of the micro-clouds, coating the world with a layer of gold.

He looked at the rising sun, and something called hope flashed in his eyes, which rippling and rippling under the slanting light.

After a while, he sighed slightly, and finally said: "Let's go."

The scene of the grand ceremony was crowded with people, on and off the stage, it was very lively.

Luo Qingluan held a small notebook and sat in the special area drawn for Juechen Peak, and kept memorizing something while sitting on the stand. Sitting next to her, the drowsy Xiao Ziyuan took the time to glance curiously. Taking a look at her books, he found that there were many things he couldn't understand.

"What is this?" Xiao Ziyuan asked curiously.

"My ideal." Luo Qingluan didn't raise his head, "I still have to remember what the seniors said, and write a speech based on this. You know? After the master worship, I will ask the representatives of the disciples of each peak to publish it Feelings, our peak is me, and Fuyao Peak is Fengmanlou, I can't be worse than him, hum."

Xiao Ziyuan retracted his head bored, looked at Jun Changye, who was staring at the stage expressionlessly, yawned and said: "Don't look at it, junior brother, this is the Sect Master of Maoshan Sect, what's going on later? One, two, three, four Five or six, go to bed first, or else it will be bad for you to sleep in front of the master when the master comes, and you have to go through such a troublesome procedure, if you forget a few steps due to lack of sleep, it will not be good gone."

Jun Changye ignored him.

Xiao Ziyuan was bored, muttered to himself why both of them were so boring, then continued to cover the schedule on his head, fell back quietly, and fell asleep.

He had been strangled awake.

Luo Qingluan's wide-eyed round eyes magnified several times in front of him, severe pain came from his legs, Xiao Ziyuan shuddered, sat up suddenly and looked at the stage.

The lengthy speech was over, and at this moment the three main peak masters had all sat down on the stage, waiting quietly for the ceremony official to announce the beginning of the ceremony.

Jun Changye had already adjusted his clothes and stood at the front of the line. When Xiao Ziyuan looked at him, he happened to lower his head, with black hair hanging down slightly, covering the boy's face, and his expression was also the same.

Luo Qingluan pinched Xiao Ziyuan again, and then urged him in an annoyed whisper to stand in the team and get ready to play.

On the top of the mountain, there are disciples who are good at drum music and play the Qingyue Huazhang. For a while, the sound of Huang Zhong Dalu resounds in the sky, and the fairies under the fragrance school come in one by one, holding flower cups in their hands, and sprinkle fragrant dew flowers along the way. Leading the young and immature disciples to the terrace floating in the clouds.

On the terrace, in order to keep Sanshengjun's overall dignified image from being damaged, before doing something not so dignified, Yunya specially used the gesture of drinking tea to cover his face with his sleeve, he leaned slightly to the side, bowed his head He said: "Now only the sect master is wearing a formal dress, do you think he thinks we have an appointment?"

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help himself, and just laughed to himself.

Yue Qingchen glanced at him speechlessly, shook his head slightly, and said in the same low voice: "Be serious."

Yunya barely stopped laughing, but she still didn't put down the tea bowl she was holding to hide, and continued to whisper: "It's okay, they all know that I'm used to being loose, and it's no big deal to smile."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the ice-cold mask and the white jade crown of the people around him, and commented: "It's very beautiful, this jade crown is better than the belt, but actually I'm curious if you don't wear it when you practice at night. Picking off the ice cubes will affect my mood, maybe I will go to your place sometime at night when I become curious, and I will tell you first, don’t be nervous at that time."

Yue Qingchen's frosty face became more and more serious, as if he had just been dug out from Beiming. He didn't know what to say, and because his current image couldn't drink tea as calmly as Yunya, he could only look at him with a calm expression. Ahead, it looked like nothing had happened.

Ye Zhiqiu coughed lightly, hooked his fingers slightly, and a gust of breeze followed, almost blowing off the teacup in Yun Shengjun's hand. The latter blinked innocently, and then naturally put the teacup back on the table, restoring his dignified expression. sitting posture.

At this moment, the team of disciples guided by Sahua Fairy Boy came to the soft cushion three steps away from their respective masters in an orderly manner, waiting for the instructions of the ceremony officer.

The ceremonial officer presiding over the ceremony was dressed in a dark red dress, a five-color crown, a ring of white jade on the left waist, and a sword with a fish pattern on the right. The head of the head above the head said respectfully: "The disciple is finished, is the ceremony beginning?"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

The ritual officer bowed to him, then turned around and shouted to the disciples who were waiting for instructions: "Kneel!"

The sound is like a wild goose array, and the air is like a bell.

All the disciples knelt down on the soft cushion in front of them. Xiao Ziyuan secretly whispered to Luo Qingluan who was kneeling beside him while everyone lowered their heads and waited for the next order: "I just saw Yun Shengjun drinking tea for a long time. , Do you think he can still drink the tea respected by his disciples later? I just counted the first one of his disciples."

Luo Qingluan rolled his eyes at him, and said sternly: "Don't worry about him! Shut up!"

Xiao Ziyuan glanced back at her, then turned to look at Jun Changye on the other side, and whispered: "Junior brother, what shall we say when serving tea later? Should we unify, I think..."

"Apprentice, so-and-so, and then say to the teacher to respect tea." Jun Changye replied in a low voice, "I checked."

"Hey, you're so caring!" Xiao Ziyuan exclaimed in a low voice, "Okay, I'll tell Luo Qingluan right now."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to inform Luo Qingluan, who pinched him unbearably, and warned, "I heard you, shut up!"

Here they were talking furtively, while the etiquette officer over there continued to follow the procedure and started giving instructions.

"One worship to wash away the past!"

A salute.

"Second worship into the mountain gate!"

Two thanks.

"Three thanks to Master!"

Three prayers.

After the three worships, the new decree arrives:

"Have some tea!"

The flower-spreading fairy boy who had just left the stage filed in again with spring tea in his hand, stopped in front of everyone and bent down, offering clear tea cups.

Kneeling on the cushion beside the table, the young girl took the teacup respectfully with both hands, and after the ceremony officer gave the next order of "respect tea", they rushed to the holy king sitting on the jade chair above and said respectfully:

"Only, Xiao's Zi Yuan."

"Only, Jun's Long Night."

"A disciple, Luoshi Qingluan."

"Give the teacher respect tea!"

There were similar voices of tea toasting nearby, but Jun Changye had no time to take care of it.

In fact, when the sage in white on the stage stood up and walked down, his eyes never moved away from other places.

He watched him walk down the stage gracefully, watched him take the teacup gently and gently, watched him slowly drink the blue soup in it one by one, but at the moment when their eyes were about to meet, suddenly put your head down.

Because he didn't know what kind of things he couldn't see clearly in the eyes he looked at that person.

Suddenly there was a cold on his forehead, and a tingling feeling like an electric shock instantly spread from his forehead to every corner of his body.

It wasn't until the feeling disappeared that Jun Changye suddenly realized that the cold feeling just now was the man's fingers gently touching his forehead.

He looked sideways at Xiao Ziyuan beside him, and found that there was a crystal snowflake-like mark on his forehead, and Luo Qingluan did the same.

But it was fleeting, and soon merged into the flesh and blood, and disappeared.

It is the imprint that the cultivator who has entered the holy realm draws on others with his own spiritual power. If the person with this imprint is in danger of life, he can rely on this imprint to arouse the same spiritual power as the imprinter when he casts the seal. The power of strength.

Equivalent to a life-saving talisman.

"From today onwards, the three of you are my disciples," the sage in white stood in front of them, speaking in a calm tone, "From now on, we will be bound by fate, honor and disgrace will be bound together, and we will enjoy the bright sun and weather the wind and rain together."