Wearing cannon fodder makes the master collapse

Ye Lingjiang turned around anxiously, and saw a person standing against the wind, with three thousand black hairs like ink pouring down, which were as black as his clothes, dazzlingly black.

Those eyes are like night pearls in the endless sea, deep and bottomless, but still emitting a faint light.

His face has been obscured by people surrounding him.

These eyes seem to have been seen before

The disciple who greeted the guest with a sleepy face just now cheered up and rushed up like a dog greeting his master, his eyes opened like copper bells, for fear of missing something.

"Your Majesty"

Look, I'm stuttering.

Ye Lingjiang's chest felt tight, and he felt that he had been treated extremely unfairly.

Moreover, he couldn't remember who this person was.

"Let's go." He turned back to his brother in displeasure.

Senior brother Qingluo was a little embarrassed, he seemed to think about it, and let him in.

People outside kept staring at that person, but that person frowned slightly as he looked at the backs of the two who had just left.

Regardless of whether it is modern or ancient times, the hierarchical differentiation of people is too obvious. Anyway, he used to be the chairman of the student union, an executive in the company, and a person who controlled half the sky in the industry. Now he is a frightening person when he comes here. A monk is a monk, and he is still a monk who knows nothing.

Forget about cultivating Taoism and sniffing rice.Smell the aroma of rice and tell yourself that it is good to have food.

Ye Lingjiang felt a little resentful in his heart, but he had nothing to say. After walking for a long time, he didn't care to appreciate the surrounding scenery. Suddenly, his brother told him that he had arrived.

"People who came early are waiting here, most of them are members of the Qingying School, please don't talk nonsense for a while."

He looked away, and it was hard for him to slow down after seeing a lot of big worlds. He didn't know how Fatty designed these human world sects. He only knew that this "Qinghe Hall" was comparable to a palace.

As for cultivating the Tao, one should be pure-hearted, ascetic and peaceful, and those worldly things outside the body should be out of date with him, but what is the matter with the golden mountain pile on the left, what is the full box of jewels and emeralds on the right, and the fast one in the middle? Pierce through the glazed pagoda at the top of the Hall of Qinghe, what kind of dare to love these Taoist cultivators are quite rich

"return, empty, long, old"

This crisp and soft voice shocked the steps Ye Lingjiang was just about to take, and goosebumps stood up all over his body from bottom to top.

"Oh yes, it's Elder Ziwei!"

A group of people looked at the source of the sound with some embarrassment.

Ye Lingjiang looked around, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The woman with a charming face and naked clothes walked towards the center, put her hand on a person's shoulder, and rubbed against him from time to time.

He moved a few steps to the side, and there was a man standing alone behind the glazed pagoda. Facing such a sudden behavior, he just smiled indifferently.

"Ziwei, don't mess around."

"No, today is your [-]th birthday, I have to be with you all the time"

This is the 30-year-old Gui Xu, who doesn't even look [-] years old.

Ye Lingjiang is good at cultivating Taoism, cultivating Taoism and longevity, long life is good, long life enjoys joy

"All the congratulatory gifts have been transferred to the Zizai Pavilion, and all the guests have been invited to the sect. Elder Gui Xu is invited to leave the hall."

The disciples of the mountain gate came to report.

"Everyone, please." Guixu walked out with a smile on his face.

Qingying is different from Liyuan, the sect has no branches, and they are all located on a steep mountain with several palaces. The back mountain is where the disciples' houses are located. In the center of the sect is the platform for practicing swords, which can accommodate more than a thousand people.

It is impossible for everyone from each sect to come, but they all sent a few people to come, and there may be hundreds of people. Except for the sword training platform, there seems to be no place to accommodate so many people. Is it possible to camp in the open air?

Elder Guixu walked up the stage with light steps, dignified etiquette, and a smile on his face. He waved his hand, and in an instant, the sky darkened, and a black gold hanging beam several feet long and wide spread out from the sky, spreading in all directions, Covering the vast blue sky and the vastness of thousands of miles, a majestic palace was built out of thin air with skillful hands and nature, and surrounded everyone in it.

Ye Lingjiang couldn't calm down anymore, "Senior brother, what the hell!"

Senior Brother Qingluo smiled, "This is an illusion, don't panic. Don't worry, the food to be eaten later will be real."

Special effects become a personal experience, which is not acceptable to everyone.

"Everyone, please take a seat nearby. I heard that many newcomers from various sects and sects have arrived this year. Why don't you take this opportunity to have a face-to-face meeting with each other?"

Everyone agreed and said yes, and everyone nodded.

Ye Lingjiang has been looking at that Elder Gui Xu, his words and deeds, his style of conversation, are all superior moves, he can't pick out any flaws, and that smiling expression seems to be born naturally.

The senior brother pulled him and sat down.

There are dozens of long tables in the hall, with fruit plates and copper cups standing. There is a bright red liquid in it, which is full of mellow fragrance. Ye Lingjiang is greedy, and immediately wants to drink it up.

Qing Luo patted his restless hand, "I'm rude, the elders haven't moved yet, now I have to use it to congratulate the birthday star, you are not allowed to ask someone for a drink."

He knew that if this little junior brother drank his head, it would not be a question of whether he was crazy or not.

Ye Lingjiang was helpless.

"Eat, your favorite braised elbow."

Senior Brother loved Junior Brother, and gave him a fat elbow. Ye Lingjiang looked at him suspiciously, how did he know that he liked it?

"Have you heard that Ye Lingjiang jumped off the cliff, and he didn't die, he fell half disabled."

The chopsticks in Ye Lingjiang's hand stopped abruptly.

"No wonder he didn't come."

Before a few words and three cups of wine, the gossip and discussions of influential figures are on the table. This is already a habitual monastic style. If you want to get along well, you must know the affairs of the world.

The people at the next table also joined in the fun, "It's really hard for Mr. Zhaoye, it's not easy to bring an apprentice."

Everyone looked at one place in unison, and one person was playing with a cup, watching the wine swaying in it, as if all the affairs of the world had nothing to do with them, and they were not affected by his gaze.

Ye Lingjiang lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This friend is new to me. If you dare to ask who is your family and what faction, it is the person in Qingying, Mo Chenwen."

Others want to change their names and make friends with him.

The people at the same table returned their gazes one after another, looking at Ye Lingjiang.

"That's right, is my little brother from the Liyuan Sect in the Eastern Realm?"

A woman looked at him shyly.

Seeing that he has a good relationship with senior brother Qingluo, he probably has the same branch and blood, probably Li Yuan Yulian's new disciple.

I thought I was dressed normally today and no one would notice, but I didn't expect to underestimate myself too much.

Qingluo persuaded in a low voice, "Just say you're new here"

"Didn't everyone still mention me just now? I forgot so quickly."

Ye Lingjiang stood up, without showing any timidity, and bowed to everyone.

"In Ye Lingjiang, there are nine disciples of Yulian Peak from Liyuan Sect."

Brother Qingluo gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, it's over.

Everyone present sighed in amazement, and immediately whispered to the people around them, the contempt and disgust squeezed out from the corners of their eyes was clear at a glance.

"The scum in the Tao still has face"

Someone in the crowd shouted angrily.

The lanterns and candles in the illusion hall were flickering, casting shadows one after another on Ye Lingjiang's face, revealing his beautiful appearance.

Most of the people couldn't accept that such a good-looking boy was a pervert who liked women's clothes, and he did things that others couldn't even talk about. The face of a cultivator is nothing more than a loss of face to the human world, but the one who should be most angry is his master Chu Yunchuan.

Ye Lingjiang's face was alternately in the flickering light, and it looked as if he was about to do something terrible in the next moment, but he just raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the fellow who wanted to fight for Daoxiu.

"I have accepted the invitation, so I will come. If, as you said, a scum doesn't want to show face, then doesn't it mean that Elder Gui Xu didn't send the invitation well?"

He greets people with a smile, and his words are gentle but thorny, making it impossible for people to insert needles.

"You..." that person's face was embarrassing, "Elder Guixu didn't ask you to come by name, you are really shameless, is it true that Lord Zhaoye ignored you and wanted to change the target? You can speak eloquently, and I don’t know how your master usually disciplines you.”

Ye Lingjiang annoys this kind of people the most. He keeps talking, dragging his family and talking, and he bites the word "your family" very hard.

"Don't worry about it." Ye Lingjiang had a smile on his face, but he wanted to smile, but he didn't smile, "Master has a lot of important things to do, and he doesn't have time to take care of me, a little disciple. He just advises everyone to sit quietly and think about their own mistakes, and don't gossip People are not."

Qing Luo tugged at his sleeve anxiously, signaling him not to continue talking.

Ye Lingjiang gave him a look of fearlessness.

It seemed that Chu Yunchuan was not here, if he was, he would have been the first to jump out and scold him bloody.

"Ye Lingjiang, don't come out and show yourself."

The unpleasant voice sounded again.

Brothers of the same school, why bother to kill them all?

"Hey, Second Senior Brother." Ye Lingjiang waved his hand with a playful smile, and said hello, "I have been looking for you in front of me, and you came here in such a hurry yesterday that I asked me to hand over the seal of Liyuan. I forgot where I put it, I looked for it before going out today, and I found it."

Everyone was in an uproar, and looked at Wuchang again.

Everyone knows that the Seal of Liyuan can only be done if he voluntarily surrenders it or is taken back by the head of the sect. This kind of forced handover, the desire to win the throne is clearly revealed.

Wu Chang's face turned blue immediately, and he twisted his expression as if he was holding his breath.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Ye Lingjiang pretended to be surprised, "Why, brother didn't fall off the cliff, but he also suffered from amnesia symptoms? Hurry up and ask friends from the Qingying School to find a genius doctor to take a look."

"Okay, okay, you can say a few words less, today is Elder Gui Xu's birthday, you can talk about it after you have something to say."

Someone came out to persuade.

Infighting in other people's territory is really ridiculous.

Wu Chang hurried down the steps, his face turned pale with anger, he didn't dare to meet other people's eyes, and drank several cups on his own.

Oh, weak.

Ye Lingjiang continued to laugh and said, "This senior brother is right, the junior is rude, and I hope Elder Guixu will forgive me."

Those people looked at him with a little surprise, their behavior was no different from ordinary people, even more modest and polite.

Some people have seen his deeds with their own eyes, but some people have only heard about it after all, and the latter are now beginning to wonder whether they are being slandered by villains.

Sitting in the innermost seat, Guixu's eyes were shining with brilliance, he was lofty and elegant, so naturally he didn't care about these little things.

"In the spring of March, the breeze is still there. Don't let these things spoil your interest."

He cast a look of unknown meaning at Ye Lingjiang, which seemed to approve, but also seemed to appreciate.

Now that the elders had spoken, everyone shut their mouths in a sensible manner.

"Mr. Zhaoye, your apprentice is not like what others say, I think you are a pretty good seedling."

The person in the seat said something casually again, which made everyone lose their minds about the food and drink.

One person repeated a sentence softly, as if talking to himself, but also as if asking back, his voice was deep and cold, approaching "Miaozi"

The exuberant spring seems to fall into the ice cave of nine cold days, soaking people thoroughly from the inside to the outside.

Ye Lingjiang just felt happy in his heart and felt that he had moved back to the game, but now he couldn't laugh at all.