After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

"Zhexuan."

He Jingxian smiled flatly, feeling delighted that he had finally "opened up".

This claim made all the disciples around the stage realize that in addition to the fame of the former master Qingxiao Zunjun, Nanhua Dao also had two masters, the first master was He Xuan who was as clear as a bright moon and as cold as frost and snow. true king.

Erjue is the talent of the world, the Zhexuan Daojun who is famous all over the world.

True Monarch Hexuan came early, they had already seen him, even though he didn't dare to look up after a quick glance, there was still a feeling of astonishment in his heart that was as warm as it turned cold.

If the former is frost and snow, then the latter is the sun, which is bright and bright, exuding a flame that makes moths rush to the flames, but in an instant, it will burn the living beings close to it to ashes.

Su Wan lifted up his clothes and sat in the empty seat between Mo Qiuzhe and Li Xiyuan. He glanced around and found that there was a huge crowd of people in front of the Tingfeng Hall today. The newcomers and the disciples of the outer and inner sects gathered together. There were too many people Very, it's not messy - they are all neatly divided according to the color of the clothes, and each stands upright.

A pair of eyes on the stage locked him tightly, exuding fiery affection, as if wishing to burn him to death in their eyes.

Following this line of sight, Su Wan saw that the young man was about ten years old, with fresh eyebrows and bright eyes, staring at him intently, in stark contrast to the disciple who only dared to peep behind him.

What kind of look is this?The passion is full of reverence and admiration, as if yearning day and night to finally see the gods, all I have to do is kneel down and prostrate to show my sincerity, maybe, even want to offer him some incense sticks?

It happened that He Jing came over via voice transmission: "This son's name is Chen Wang, with golden fire spirit root, which matches your aura quite well. He has a good family background, he is the son of the master of Duying Sect in the Wujie."

Poison Gate?It seems that he has some reputation in the martial arts world, and he is good at using strange poisons.

No wonder this old man He always sells him with all his heart. From the current point of view, this Chen Wang is indeed the best-qualified among these new disciples, and those who joined him are all people with weaker aptitude and spiritual roots, and they are taller than short. That's him.

But... he can't see it.

Su Wan's reason is very simple: this kid is chattering at first glance, and when the time comes, Changzhao Hall will be so noisy with him; besides, he is here to hang around and wait to die, and he is not here to experience teaching, so don't delay He asked for advice, so as not to mislead his children.

"On the [-]th day of the Qinghe period, the mountain was opened to recruit disciples, and five silver bells were placed on the bronze crimson cloud tripod. If the hall master agrees, the bells will fall into your hands."

After finishing the chanting, Mr. Meng Qi cast a spell on the bronze crimson cloud tripod in front of the stage with his bare hands, and five delicate silver bells were conjured up, emitting shimmering light.

The disciples in the audience were apprehensive and full of heart, peeking at the bell, wondering who would it fall into, and which palace master would favor this person?

Chen Wang is the most promising among them, so he is confident and calm. He has heard for a long time that the eyes of the Xuan Taoist in Nanhua Dao are higher than the sky. So far, there is no one under his door. [-]% match, isn't it the disciple who was born for him at the right time?

The stage became silent, and even everyone's breathing became lighter, for fear that they might not hear the bell.

After waiting for a long time, the five silver bells did not move, they were quietly suspended in the sky of the bronze crimson cloud cauldron, floating silently.

He Jing's old face gradually lost its strength, and the hope in his heart cracked and shattered towards the edges.

He was restless, his eyes moved up to the left involuntarily, and he looked eagerly at Daoist Zhexuan who was the master of the palace.

The man looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and fiddled with his fingertips casually, as if he was here for a formality.

He couldn't wait, He Jing was anxious and helpless, finally got the head to trick him, but he came here to show his face?

This child Chen Wang is already the most talented among the disciples who have come to seek the Tao these years, it seems that he can only be admitted to the inner sect for the time being, and he will have a good time in the future so that he can change his mind.

When He Jing was comforting himself, the crisp and bright bell suddenly rang, which made his ears and heart pleasing.

More than a hundred people looked up in astonishment, without blinking their eyes, staring at the silver bell suspended on the Yunding. Among a bunch of outer disciples.

Mr. Meng Qi couldn't help but took two steps forward, trying to see which disciple under his sect got the silver bell.

The little gray-clothed Taoist priests backed away in a very tacit understanding, leaving behind the person holding the green light and silver bell in the middle.

The young man was equally astonished, his mouth was slightly opened, and he froze in place like a piece of wood, feeling a little dazed.

"Senior Brother Ning!"

The little fat pier was very happy, and quickly called him, telling him to return to God and worship the teacher quickly.

Ning Xuansheng subconsciously looked at the young man who was fiddling with his fingers. The man just raised his eyes, the tails of his eyes were slightly curved, and he didn't make any movement, but he seemed to see the young man nod to him without a trace.

His whole body was filled with warmth, and the blood became hot, rushing into his heart, continuously boiling, and suddenly turned into a raging fire, which greatly encouraged him.

The young man held his head high, walked under the high platform, faced the hall masters, raised his palms respectfully and knelt on the ground, Zhuang Su bowed his head and kowtowed, and said loudly: "Disciple Ning Xuansheng, I thank the master of Xunyang for his favor! Since then, I have sincerely entered the sect. , the kindness of an enlightened teacher is beyond the heaven and the earth, and the disciples must keep it in their hearts!"

Why did You Xu take a fancy to an outer disciple with false spiritual roots?Wasn't Fang Siyuan's incident last time enough to make him remember it?

He Jing didn't like disciples with poor qualifications, and immediately felt dissatisfied. He turned his head and stared at Mr. Meng Qi, who had complicated eyes, and then looked at Mo Qiuzhe, who was calm and composed, and said sharply: "Youxu really made up your mind? You need to know about accepting disciples?" One thing is the most important thing, and you can't do whatever you want."

People are happy, what do you care about him!

Su Wan secretly complained to him, seeing the little Taoist priest kneeling on the ground unconsciously closed his hands, the enthusiasm in his heart was mostly extinguished by this basin of cold water.

Ning Xuan's spiritual roots are slightly inferior, but his roots are still good. He is actually similar to Fang Siyuan, the only difference is that Fang Siyuan has a thick skin and is good at taking the initiative to attack; while he lacks confidence, he believes that fake spiritual roots have no way out. It's not that Mo Qiuzhe is idle and has nothing to do. He squats outside all day to pick up apprentices. If it weren't for the bullying by his classmates, how would he find this dusty flower.

Because I stand alone in the dark and suffer so much, I want to send a handful of sparks to future generations.

Therefore, the master of Xunyang Hall resolutely said in a clanging voice, "The silver bell has come out and there is no way to turn it back. I have let Elder He down."

"you!"

He Jing was filled with anger, and decided that this person was against him, so he immediately wanted to have a long speech with him regardless of the many disciples in the audience.

"Since it's the day of opening the mountain to accept apprentices, I think my lord's sect is empty, so let's take this opportunity to harvest peaches and plums."

The familiar voice was in everyone's ears, and everyone was amazed, He Jing immediately smiled, and put aside the matter of Mo Qiu's acceptance of apprentices, and looked at him with piercing eyes: "It's rare that Zhexuan changed his old ways, it must be that there is someone he likes in this audience ?”

The new disciples all stared at Chen Huang standing in the front. He was ambitious when he first came to the Taoist sect, and he swore frankly that he would be able to worship under the Taoist Zhexuan. Even Elder He was more inclined to him. It seems that What he said was true.

Chen Wang raised his head and stretched his eyebrows, his smile gradually expanded on his face, the corners of his mouth just barely grinned to the ears, his contented appearance made the surrounding disciples confirm that he was the favorite disciple of Daoist Zhexuan.

The young man on the high platform was the one with the most improper sitting posture among the elders and the hall master. He leaned forward slightly, raised his knee and put his right elbow on it, and put his chin on his palm, as if he was seriously looking at the people under the stage. After a while.

Immediately squinting his eyes, without using the silver bell on the cloud cauldron, he stretched out his slender jade-like left finger, and pointed lazily at the young man in front, "It's just you."

Although he knew the result earlier, Chen Wang was overjoyed, his whole body trembled unconsciously, desperately suppressing the uncontrollable excitement, he licked his lips nervously, wanted to clear his throat, so that he could speak to everyone in Nanhua Road, Call out loudly "Master", from now on, he, Chen Huang, is the chief disciple of Lord Zhexuan Daoist!

His heart was beating "thumping", staring at the person he looked up to obsessively, he only took half a step forward, and suddenly saw the person shaking his finger, and in an instant, a powerful and invisible force pulled him away Go to the side, and then hear the man say in a deep voice: "You, come here."

Chen Wang turned his face away in disbelief, the thin and small young man with messy hair like weeds who had been standing behind him raised his eyes in astonishment, and trembled like him.

But he is also different from him, this person is not excited, but afraid.

It was quiet all around, and everyone suddenly became like a stone, silent, silent, and the pot exploded in their hearts: Is it possible that the master of Changzhao Palace has bad eyesight, and he actually abandoned the Jinhuoling who was right in front of him? Root, choose a person without spiritual roots to be a great disciple!

The skinny boy was stared at by hundreds of people, his legs were trembling, he walked forward step by step with his head down, and when he went up the stone steps, he tripped directly.

Now it's all right, some disciples couldn't help snickering, laughing that this person is a waste who can't even walk steadily.

The faces of the elders are black, purple, blue, and green, changing in many ways, and the feelings in their hearts are indescribable.

He Jing's breathing became short of breath, and he was almost out of breath. While shaking his finger and pointing at the young man, he struggled to utter a few words from his breathless trachea: "You...you really don't think twice?"

The young man got up unsteadily from the ground, before he had time to go up, the young man who was in charge of the hall suddenly flashed in front of him, the scorching energy came over him like a golden crow in the middle of the day, tightly enveloping him.

"Little guy, what's your name?" He asked him with a smile.

The young man stared blankly at him, then lowered his head in a panic, and said in a soft voice, "Two, Erba."

"Okay! From today onwards, this son will enter my sect, he will be the chief disciple of the sect, and also the closed disciple of Changzhao Hall!"

More than a hundred people couldn't hold back for a moment, they were uproarious, horrified and perplexed by the arbitrary and reckless actions of Taoist Zhexuan, and the word "closed disciple" seemed to cut off the way out, but what's the use of guarding such a useless waste?

Chen Wang took a few steps back again and again, his face was ashen, and he was struck to pieces like a thunderbolt on the ground. His heart ached like a twist, and he really didn't understand how he was inferior to this weak brat!

I don't know who shouted: "It's bad! Elder He passed out!"

Su Wan looked up, knowing that he was fainted by anger. It was enough to annoy Mo Qiuzhe to accept a disciple with a false spiritual root, but he continued his efforts and accepted a disciple who was not even as good as a false spiritual root. Something must have had a brain hemorrhage from anger.

How nice this little guy is.

When he lowered his head, he met the clear eyes of the young man. Seeing him burying his head back in awe, he smiled sincerely and treacherously: "Erwa's name sounds like a soy saucer, and because he has just started, he is not accepted by the Taoist sect." At the mercy of someone with a heart, his temperament is timid and quiet, and he is easy to control. It just so happens that he wants to replace Nineteen.

The fact that Daoist Zhexuan accepted a useless apprentice will be widely spread among Taoists for more than a month and a half.

"Old He, what do you think that child has to do with Zhexuan?" Compared to Taoist Zhexuan taking in a trash apprentice, Yue Zhi wanted to know why the child he took in was so similar to his aura.

He Jing lay on the couch and sighed. After hearing these words, his seven orifices were filled with smoke. He struggled to get up and patted the brocade quilt: "You don't care who he is! Even Zhexuan's son, with his cowardly potential, cannot be accepted as a closed disciple. !"

Hearing this, Mr. Meng Qi was agitated, and asked, "Could it be, is it really the romantic debt that Zhe Xuan incurred before?"

"You Meng dog talking nonsense!!"

He Jing Xuheng looked stern, and roared as he pulled the veins on his neck.

"Zhexuan grew up under our noses. It's not that you don't understand his temperament. Apart from cultivating, he is fighting with his senior brothers. He doesn't understand the world, how can he understand the romance of this world!"

When Yue Zhi thought of his appearance, he sighed slightly.

"Then why did he fall in love with that child at a glance? In the past, he despised the disciples of Shuanglinggen who were too poor in quality and looked down on him. This time, it was a big deal. He accepted a poor one, and he didn't know what to do. Crazy."

"What does the master say about this?"

"The head didn't say anything, the main thing is that so far I haven't found anything unusual about this child."

It was the first time they encountered an unusual situation, and the few of them looked at each other without saying a word, always feeling that if something went wrong, there must be a disaster.

Others recruited apprentices and taught them swordsmanship, mind skills, and qi training. Su Wan was different. He asked the nineteenth disciples in the temple to whisk the dust, water the trees, serve tea, wipe the floor, and tie their hair.

The little apprentice was silent and studied meticulously beside him, and he was able to easily master these chores within two days. Regardless of his thin and small size, he worked very quickly, no worse than Nineteen.

The bamboo leaves were blown by the wind to make a "swish" sound, and the lonely and sweeping figure in the Changzhao Hall was accompanied by more company. The two of them were busy with each other, and they were both silent, which became a beautiful scenery in Su Wan's eyes. .

What he wants is not an apprentice, it is better to have no spiritual roots, anyway, it is difficult to learn anything, so it is better to be a pawn in his hand obediently.

After adding incense to the censer in the hall, the young man took the bamboo basket and used the teleportation method to send it to the medicine hall to get some medicinal herbs, so as to fill the vacancy in the alchemy room of Changzhao Hall.

There are usually not many people in the medicine hall, at most some disciples will come to prescribe secondary elixir due to minor ailments, or else the disciples who are in charge of taking care of the herbs gather around to chat while Yue Zhi is away.

As soon as he came, someone recognized him first: "Eh? This is the personal disciple accepted by the Master Changzhao?"

"He couldn't even walk steadily, and he fell and ate shit when he was apprenticed!"

"Hahaha, I really don't understand what Palace Master Changzhao thinks, to see such a useless wretch."

The young man lowered his head, pretending not to hear these words, and only took a step to get the herbs and leave quickly.

When he was walking to the side hall where the medicinal herbs were dried, someone suddenly stopped in front of him and deliberately bumped into him.

He staggered back two steps after being bumped, raised his face calmly and looked forward - this man was dressed in a green Taoist robe, his hair was tied high with emerald rings, his face was pink and red lips, he was dignified, with a kind of spontaneous arrogance on his body, His eyes were full of hatred, as if he wanted to goug out his eyes and cut his heart.

"Why is it you?"

He stared at him resentfully, his eyes turned into poisonous snakes, wrapping around him tightly.

The young man didn't want to talk to him, and wanted to leave, but he grabbed the skirt of his clothes and pulled himself back, "Why did you win the favor of the Taoist Lord! This position should have been mine!"

"If you like it, go to Changzhao Hall to serve tea, water the trees, wipe the ground, and whisk the dust. Once he is happy, he might take you in."

The young man spat out the words expressionlessly.

Chen Wang only heard that he had done some work for Daojun, and he felt dissatisfied. If it were him, he would definitely wish for it, let alone work, Daojun would let him pick the stars!

The more he thought about it, the more he became annoyed, and he tightened his clothes: "What do you know! The palace master took a fancy to you because you didn't know that you spent hundreds of lifetimes cultivating blessings. I didn't expect you to still have face." Hate this and that!"

"open."

The young man's face remained unchanged, his eyes gradually revealed a hazy brown-gold color, and sharp coldness flowed out of his pupils, like a ferocious beast ready to hunt.

He didn't want to be that Lao Shizi's closed disciple!

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