Master, boo one

"Did you know that the master brought a person back today, I guess we will have another junior brother in Mount Mobai."

"Bah bah bah, Master has never accepted disciples easily, how could he bring people back in person."

*"That day—you fell from the bottom of the cliff and fell into a deep pool. This deity rescued you and continued your eight meridians. However, your forehead was cut by the poisonous Dzi bead grass. Heal. If you recognize me as your teacher, this deity will spot the cinnabar mole under my door for you to cover up the scar."

"I..." The man raised his head and looked at the bronze mirror not far away.The image of yellow sand flying all over the sky slowly emerged in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of fear in my heart. "I... I forgot my name... I can't remember..."

"The deity will give you a new name. Since you fell from the high cliff, I will call you...Yamo, how about it?"

"Thank you...Master." Yamo bowed respectfully and looked at the man in light blue on the opposite side.The same eyebrows are picturesque, with a pair of red phoenix eyes with slightly upturned tails that seem to be able to contain the world, a nose that hangs like a gall, and crimson lips that reflect the sun.However, there is a purple diamond-shaped cinnabar on the eyebrows, and the long hair that is blown by the breeze from time to time is more than half coffined by a feather crown.He sat with his clothes wrapped around his face, with a faint white light on his face, "Yamo, come here."

"Yes."

He picked up the purple sand ink that had been ground on one side, and the golden eyebrow pencil in the other, "Have you thought about it?"

"I will never go back on my word..." Anyway, he has nowhere to go now.

The man sighed, after all, it was stained with sand and ink, and he wrote a pen between Yamo's eyebrows, a snake-like purple mark. "This sand ink is made by me alone, and you will never wash it off. But if you go back on your word, I can still remove this purple cinnabar for you."

Yamo was standing at the entrance of Luohua Hall, looking at the thousands of white-clothed disciples down the steps.

The person beside him spoke with such indifference but with an unshakable majesty. "From now on, Yamo is my disciple. No one is allowed to take action against him. Anyone who violates the law will be expelled from Mount Mobai. Mo Yan, take him to familiarize himself with the environment."

The man just turned his back and left, leaving behind a big group of noises.

"Just him? With such a pretty face, with slender arms and legs, can he enter Master Ziyan's door? Just kidding!"

"Looking at his appearance, he probably doesn't even know what martial arts are."

"Oh, don't mention it...Master, it's possible, just like this..."

Ignoring the gossip on the side, Mo Yan showed a smile like a spring breeze on his delicate face, "I am also a disciple of Master Zi Xuan, and Master Zi Xuan only accepted me and you as two apprentices, you call me Big brother is fine."

"Well, big brother."

"Oh, don't be polite, don't be polite..." I also have a junior... Sigh, it's not easy for the old master to accept an apprentice. After all these years, he finally found a junior for me. "On weekdays, you can just call Master Ziying your master, you don't need to be called a master. Also, this Mobai Mountain is divided into the Liuxiang Hall where the real person is taught, the Luohua Hall where the master is, and the benefit of the great elder. The Bamboo Hall, the Jingxuan Hall of the Second Elder, and the Qiushui Hall of the Third Elder, among them, as you can see, the largest number of people belong to the sect of the Third Elder, because the Third Elder is the best at talking. The Luohua Hall has the least number of people. "

Yamo nodded in confusion, and then a smile appeared on his innocent face, "Master Ziyan..."

"Oh, in fact, Zi Xing is the title of Master, and no one knows the real name of Master. How about it, I feel a sense of accomplishment now." Mo Yan patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Let's go, brother will take you again." Go see the master teacher."

"The master teacher? Do you have to meet the master master when you enter the door?" Ya Mo was a little nervous.

"This is not right. Only our Luohua Palace disciples can enjoy the treatment. Because the master accepts disciples are extremely harsh. Like me, a natural martial arts genius, I have been praised several times by the head teacher and the elder."

"..." Yamo, who hadn't had time to react, was pushed into Liuxiang Hall by Mo Yan.

Immediately, Yamo saw a purple figure, and Yamo quickly saluted, "I've seen Master Zhang."

"Are you the new apprentice accepted by Zi Xuan?" The figure of the teacher in charge approached.

Yamo looked at the pair of white cloud boots in horror.

"Oh, don't be afraid. The old man is not a monster that can eat people, so get up quickly."

"Thank you Master Teacher."

Looking up, it turns out that he is really a kind old man.

"This Zixie, although he is a little indifferent on weekdays, he is still a good master. As for you, if you have nothing to do, please help and enlighten Zixuan. I have a temperament like a junior, alas..."

"Enlighten... Master?" The corner of Ya Mo's mouth twitched.

I just hope that the master will not crush him to ashes, and leave it to the senior brother to open the teacher's honor.

"Well, let's go."

"Yes……"

"How, how, how did Master Zhang praise you?"

"Exaggeration?" He exaggeratedly asked him to turn on the mentor. "Well, almost."

Mo Yan laughed happily, "It seems that you have a bright future, Junior Brother."

"Enen." There is a future of death.Yamo felt more and more that this Mobai Mountain was full of incredible.

"Hey, there and here are pretty much what I just said. Let's go see Master."

"Ah."

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