Marry Long Aotian

In the world of comprehension, the meaning of becoming a teacher is different from that in the ordinary world.

Heaven and earth, relatives and masters, for monks, they have no monarchs, no country, most of them don't recognize their parents, have no offspring, family, country, kinship, and love are very weak, but they only look at one teacher.

A casual cultivator without a teacher is a dog who loses his family and is bullied.

If a disciple wants to leave the teacher's school and improve his experience, he can choose to "travel", and he can go to any place after being listed in the teacher's school, without delaying his practice.

But being a teacher is different from traveling. Being a teacher is equivalent to severing ties with the teacher. In the future, you will not owe each other, and you will be responsible for life and death.

Merciless Sword Sect has never had a disciple who has become a teacher in the past thousand years—especially a disciple who is the head of the sect!

The head of the sect wanted to send Yan Lingyun away, but Yan Lingyun's move was too "knowing" and "interesting"!

So proud!

For a moment, the entire Merciless Sword Sect was shocked, and they all ran to the foot of Liduanfeng Mountain to watch.There is an old bell on Liduan Peak, which is a magic weapon left by the patriarch. Anyone who rings it means that he wants to become a teacher. .

All will see.

After a few sticks of incense, the head of the sect came personally, floating in the clouds, it was difficult to distinguish the expression.

Yan Lingyun performed the disciple salute to him.

After a while, the head of the sect flicked his sleeves, took Yan Lingyun into his sleeves, and brought him back to the main peak.

The people below who wanted to watch the play were immediately disappointed. The headmaster wanted to take his disciples back to deal with them, so that no outsiders would see them.However, he was also clever, and immediately sent a message to his friends in the inner gate, and then opened a betting market in Fangshi.

Just bet on whether Yan Lingyun was beaten to death or succeeded!

It has to be said that the disciples who thought of opening the gambling table were really ghosts. That night, more than ten million spirit stones were injected into the gambling capital. Eighty-nine out of ten of the betting Yan Lingyun was cleared by the head of the house, and only [-] to [-]% felt that he Can get out of the body.

Among the [-] to [-] percent, there are still those who just want to have fun with their small gains.

According to the process, the disciples who want to become a teacher will be locked in a quiet room for three days. If they think clearly, they will go to the next step if they want to become a teacher.At most, the day after tomorrow, they will know the result.

Yan Lingyun has been a big brother for more than ten years, and he has done his duty with due diligence and fairness. There are many people who resent him, and there are also many people who have been favored by him. Most of them still hope that he will have a good result.

As for Lu Shuo, with jewels and jade in front, they couldn't help being dissatisfied.

Not to mention anything else, but in terms of cultivation, Lu Shuo didn't beat them by much.It's not that there are no senior brothers and sisters with high prestige in the sect. After hundreds of years of hard work, they have reached the golden core stage, and Lu Shuo has no achievements. Why should he?

At the beginning, Yan Lingyun was also elected as the chief because he led his disciples to win a spiritual mine for the mercy sword sect.

Spirit Mine!The monthly rules they issue now are dug out from the spiritual mine, and if there is one more spiritual mine, all the disciples of the sect will benefit.

Doomed to be sleepless tonight, the city is crowded with people and it is very lively.Mo Yang also sneaked out of the mountain and went to the casino to place bets.

He pressed Yan Lingyun to come out!

Even if there were no spirit stones, a pile of gold bricks would still attract attention. The manager of the gambling shop asked Mo Yang, "Are you sure you can get out after casting Yan Lingyun?"

Mo Yang nodded.

Protagonist, do you still have to ask?

The fish lip monk, who bet on the protagonist, lost all his pants, but he was different, Mo Yang firmly believed that he would soon become rich.

The steward had to register him.

After Mo Yang invested his money, he wandered around Fangshi.He is ready to wait for Yan Lingyun to come out, to lose money to Merciless Sword Sect to leave, and then go northward with the protagonist, to the Upper Realm together.

He packed everything for the salute, as well as the mounts in the mount bar... Thinking of those virtual and interesting mounts in the game can become a reality, the soles of Mo Chou's feet trembled.

There are quite a few of them, and he spent huge sums of money to customize them himself.

Walking around, Mo Yang had a few more strings of snacks in his hands, and a bamboo tube of braised sausage, which he ate happily.

But he may have been born to fight with snacks. Before he finished eating, he just turned a corner and met Lu Shuo who also came out to bet.

Mo Yang: "..."

Why does he encounter spicy chicken every time he eats delicious food!

Lu Shuo had already changed into his senior disciple's attire. He was also dressed in white, but it looked much more gorgeous.He was wearing a crown, with a smile on his lips, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

He still had Zhu Xiao with him, and he hadn't seen him for a few months, Zhu Xiao was taken care of better, the sickness between his brows disappeared, and he became melancholy and weak, which made Lu Shuo love him even more.

Seeing Mo Yang, Zhu Xiao looked indifferent, obviously not very happy.

However, the life of the stars in the inner sect for the past few months has also made him no longer care about Mo Yang. Mo Yang's backer has been completely eliminated, and Lu Shuo will not want someone who may be touched. .

Before entering the secret realm, Mo Hao had been living next to Yan Lingyun's tent.

But Lu Shuo took the initiative to talk to Mo Yang, looked at the things in his hands and said with a smile, "You like these things so much?"

Mo Yang: "Yes."

Lu Shuo said again: "Is it okay to be alone in the outer door? I told the steward not to disturb you, but you can't stay in the room all the time. If there is anything you need, just tell them."

Zhu Xiao froze for a moment, then frowned deeply.

Mo Yang didn't expect that Lu Shuo had something to do with him being so idle these days.Out of politeness, he nodded in thanks: "Thank you."

But he wasn't bored in the room, he sent a teleportation to see the protagonist.

But Lu Shuo seemed to have received some encouragement, let go of Zhu Xiao, stepped forward, looked at Mo Yang, bowed his head beside him and said softly: "Follow me, I will take you to the upper world in the future."

Mo Yang was no longer afraid of him, and after hearing Lu Shuo's words, he asked back, "You went to the upper realm, who will be the senior brother?"

Lu Shuo was taken aback.

I don't know if it's because of Mo Yang's words, or Mo Yang's calm attitude.

Mo Yang laughed, "You can't go."

Although he is not smart, he also knows that the teachers of ordinary classes hate the top class, because the top class absorbs all the outstanding students, and the ordinary class will never be able to get the first place.

Especially now, the Merciless Sword Sect doesn't seem to have any outstanding disciples.

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he left, continued to eat his skewers, and didn't look at Zhu Xiao and Lu Shuo again.

However, Lu Shuo didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and seemed to be caught in some huge thought, and stopped in place.

……

For the next three days, Mo Yang continued to replenish his backpack.

He bought the materials, and made a lot of snacks and medicines in the room, some of which he kept for himself, and some of them were given to Yun Niang.Yunniang was very friendly to him, and Mo Yang reciprocated, packing a large package of good things for her, and prepared to give her a parting gift.

Then Mo Yang went to the market a few times and bought a lot of maps and daily necessities.

These maps are all maps of the northern border, and he stored them in piles in his backpack, spending several gold bricks.

This is necessary. Although Mo Yang has a system map, the map will show gray in places he has never been to. 996's detection of the unknown area spreads out from him as the center, so Mo Yang has to make sure that the general direction is not wrong.

Otherwise, go in the wrong direction and go to the southern border... The picture is too beautiful to imagine.

As for daily necessities, Mo Yang focused on buying toilet paper and toiletries. He didn't know how long the journey would take, so as many as possible, he brought a thousand copies of each item, stacked up to the limit.

Fortunately, the storage compartment of the game backpack can be opened with gold bricks, so Mo Yang doesn't have to worry about not being able to store his stuff.

Everything is ready, and the three-day time limit has finally arrived.

Yan Lingyun came out of the quiet room and came to the main hall alone. The head of the sect stood on a high place with his hands behind his back, his back facing him.

The master and apprentice confronted each other for a long time before the sect leader Ye Canghai let out a long sigh.

"Since you have made up your mind, after drinking this cup of tea, you can go."

A cup of Chushi tea has already been prepared on the coffee table, and it is steaming.

The head of the sect is very clear, and Yan Lingyun is also very clear, so there is no need to say anything between them.

In the realm of comprehension, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and profit is paramount.The Merciless Sword Sect needs to keep Lu Shuo as a transition, and Yan Lingyun's prestige is too strong, so it seems redundant.

What's more, they didn't want other sects to know about Lin Qing's scandal.

Yan Lingyun took off all the storage rings, put them on the ground one by one, and returned everything from cultivation to resources to the Merciful Sword Sect.

But at this moment, there is a clear sense of the sea and the sky.

For more than ten years, he has been trapped in Gushan, no matter where he goes, he has to come back.He doesn't like power, but as the chief disciple, he has to deal with everyone and is closely tied to the fate of the sect.

Seeing that the style of the family is corrupt, but he wants to perish with him, getting farther and farther away from the Dao.

Cultivating immortals seeks the truth, if it is not true, how can it be obtained.

Yan Lingyun drank the tea in one gulp: "Disciple resigns."

The head of the sect flicked his sleeves, motioning him to leave quickly.

The Merciless Sword Sect has a school rule, if a disciple wants to become a master, not only must he lose his cultivation base, but he will also be punished with 81 lashes of the Soul Beating Whip. Yan Lingyun has already saved the previous step, but he cannot escape it.

The elders of the Law Enforcement Hall personally executed the whips, and the whips fell off a little after the beating.

The elder snorted coldly, grabbed the young man onto the spirit sculpture, and took the last step—out of the mountain gate.

The setting sun was like blood for thousands of miles, and the spirit eagle lifted off with a cry.

When entering the door, the master was holding Yan Lingyun and riding the spirit sculpture, crossing the vast mountain peaks, and told everyone that he would accept this three-year-old boy as his apprentice.

When he left, he didn't look at him, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

20 years of upbringing is just a flick of a finger for a monk, Yan Lingyun is not his first disciple, nor will he be the last.

Soon we arrived at the mountain gate, even if it was snowing heavily, it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the crowd.

Seeing that Yan Lingyun really left his teacher alive, some people were pleasantly surprised and some lamented, but most of them must have lost.

The crowd was dense and full of discussions.

The elder threw Yan Lingyun off the spirit sculpture, said "I'll do it for myself", and then rode away on the sculpture.

Yan Lingyun had nothing on his body other than holding the Pujian. Blood was overflowing from the corner of his lips. He wiped it casually, then stood up from the stone steps, and went down the mountain with support.

The crowd was as dark as a tide, and he didn't care at all.It's just that when he walked down the stone steps, someone behind him suddenly shouted: "Elder brother!"

Yan Lingyun paused and turned his head slightly.That cry seemed to be an illusion, and I could never hear it again.

The setting sun surged across the sky like blood, staining everything in sight red.

He walked down without looking back, and the crowd on both sides kept looking at him as they did every time they greeted him back to the mountain, until the figure disappeared completely.

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At the end of the mountain gate, the bamboo forest shakes off thousands of miles of snow, and the sound of the wind is endless.

Mo Yang led the horse and waited at the post station. He was wearing a bamboo hat to block the snow. When he turned his head, he saw Yan Lingyun walking down the mountain steps.

The young man was holding a long sword and his ponytail was high, and he also saw him.

Mo Yang raised his bamboo hat and waved at Yan Lingyun: "Let's go!"

Go to the upper world!