After wearing a book, I fell in love with an old man in the fairy world

After Ji Changfeng made such a fuss, Lian Mourning became the most eye-catching existence among the new disciples.

The Zhengdao Sect is the head of the seven major sects in Yunzhou, and it is a great fortune to be able to join the major sect. Lian Mour was directly chosen as a disciple by an elder at the level of the fusion stage, which is simply a step up to the sky.

When Lian Mour came down from the stage and returned to the crowd, the new disciples around looked at him eagerly and enviously. It was not without jealousy, but everyone saw his performance with their own eyes and there was nothing unconvinced.

In addition to Lian Mourning, some of the new disciples this time were selected by the peak masters such as the Nascent Soul Transformation Stage. Although they are not as good as the elders, they are also very good. Both are.

The three Gong Changjun and the three who had made good friends with Lian Mour were even more happy to congratulate quietly.

"Brother Yue, I heard that the disciples accepted by the elders are personally taught by their masters. If they are not with other disciples, you have to come and visit us often. If you agreed to teach me the experience of making a living, don't break your promise..."

Before they separated, Gong Changjun began to give up nagging and exhorting him.

Speaking of which, he actually doesn't have very good friends at home, most of them are casual acquaintances between aristocratic families, and it's rare to meet a friend who likes Lian Miao and taught him a lot of things.

Su Jianqing frowned slightly as he stared at Gong Changjun's movement of hugging Lian Mou's arm, his lips were tightly pursed.

Lian Mourning didn't feel much, he was very refreshing and comforted by the elder brother Faner, and he patted his chest to assure

"Don't worry, I will definitely come to you often, I promise you..."

Is he the kind of person who can sit still and practice cultivation?He is a scourge if he comes to Zhengdaomen, Gong Xiaodi is a demon boy with good potential, he will not let go of such a moldable talent.

"That's fine, what you say is what you say."

Gong Changjun's mind is simple, he doesn't know how the elder brother he admires thinks about how to build himself, his mood immediately becomes better when he has a guarantee, and he quickly forgets his troubles.

This point is similar to Lian Mourning's portrait, and I have to admit that the old saying that like attracts like, and people are divided into groups, these words are not unreasonable...

After a short talk, everyone quickly quieted down and began the initiation ceremony.

This is not uncommon and difficult to understand, just like the swearing-in speech of joining a party group. After all, the author who created this world is a real person. Many things that have not been written by the author, the rules of the world are completed based on the author's thoughts.

First of all, the head lecturer, the content refers to the speeches given by the grandparents of the principals who have strong hypnotic ability at the opening ceremony.

Although it was boring, no one dared to wander off at the scene. The sensitivity of the five sense organs and six ears of the monks was even stronger than that of the monitor.

Fortunately, the head of the sect didn't talk too long. It took ten minutes to preach the essence of the sect and instruct the new disciples. The rest was for the disciples to take the oath.

Don't underestimate this oath. I said before that the world of cultivating immortals pays attention to oaths, and if they are said, they will come true.

Zhengdaomen's move can be regarded as the last hurdle to prevent spies and villains, and it can be described as well-intentioned.

In order to express themselves, the new disciples made this vow extremely hard, racking their brains to come up with all kinds of ingenious words to show their loyalty, and seize all kinds of opportunities to show their faces.

Starting from the first one in the first row, each of these awesome new disciples can swear differently.

"I, Zhang Dahu, swear that I will be a member of the righteous sect in this life, and a ghost of the righteous sect in death. I will firmly support the sect, cultivate seriously and repay the cultivation of the sect. If I swear for this, I will die a terrible death!"

"I, Zhao Jiajia, swear that from now on, I will be loyal to the sect, work hard, and contribute to the growth of the sect...If I swear to this, I will die!"

"I, on Tuesday, swear that from now on I will be honest and trustworthy, abide by the rules, care for my senior sister, and love my junior sister... If I swear to this, I will die!"

"I……"

"I……"

Lian Mourn stood at the last few, listening to all kinds of vows that were completely different except for the last sentence "If you swear for this, you will die!"

It took a lot of brains to say it without repeating the previous one, and it also showed loyalty and flattery without any trace.

Gong Changjun Su Jianqing and Xiong Jihu who were standing with him thought the same way, their expressions were extremely admiring and troubled.

After I told the people in front of me, what did they say?Everyone is so sincere to come up with strange tricks, if they don't come up with some new tricks, they feel very out of place.

But the hundreds of people in front of them also snatched up their lines one by one, and they said shit, they couldn't even find new words!

Ruthless, really too ruthless, these scheming girls and boys...

Lian Mourning, who stood at the back, felt contempt in their hearts.

When it was my turn, Lian Mourning, who couldn't find any new words, had no choice but to go all out, looking up at the sky with a cheeky face,

"I, Yue Xixian swear, I'm the same as the senior brothers and sisters in front!"

"..."

The scene was quiet for a full minute, and everyone stared at him strangely.

Lian Mourn continued to look up at the sky with a cheeky face.

Gong Changjun, Su Jianqing, and Xiong Jihu who were behind him looked at each other and decided to follow the leader.

"So do we!"

"..."

The corners of the mouths of the onlookers twitched collectively. These fellows must be spies hired by the sect next door, right?

The sect master Jiang Yun, who encountered such a situation for the first time, felt that he had encountered a difficult problem in his life, and it was difficult to find a solution with a dumb face.

Shame, really shame, how could disciples from this realm recruit these fellows? !

In the end, Ji Changfeng came forward to break the deadlock.

"Now that the initiation ceremony is over, there is still work to be done in the cave mansion, Senior Sect Leader, I will take my apprentice back first, and the bamboo wine from Jiantao Peak will be brewed in the next day, please invite the Sect Leader and fellow Taoists to have a drink .”

"Feng Daoyou's bamboo wine is rare, I will wait."

Now that the steps have been passed up, there is no reason for the head to not go down.

He can't really kill or drive out these nonsense, it would seem too small, but it seems that there will be an additional assessment for recruiting disciples in the future, so as not to recruit these nonsense...

Daoist Jiang Yun, who saw the ability of second-hand goods for the first time, secretly decided.

Lian Mou didn't know that his small actions were about to bring reform-like changes to Zhengdaomen, and when he heard Ji Changfeng offered to help, he was happy in his heart, and cast a grateful look at him.

Although Ji Changfeng treated him like this because of his similar face to the heroine, but in any case, this is a rare person among several mission targets who treats him better since time travel.

It's not easy, contentment is always happy, contentment is always happy!

"Let's go..."

The rare intimacy and dependence made Ji Changfeng happy, and a faint smile flowed from the depths of his eyes.

Waving the long sword to float in the air, Lian Mour was brought on the flying sword, and left with Ji Changfeng Yujian to go to Jiantao Peak.

That's where he'll live for the next decade, if not decades.

"Master, my disciple's spiritual roots are limited, but I will definitely work hard. I won't embarrass you when I go out in the future. You don't think my disciple is stupid and don't want me, okay? My father thinks I'm stupid..."

On the flying sword, Lian Mour was holding on to Ji Changfeng's clothes, excited and apprehensive, with a slightly cautious tone.

Especially the last sentence, I can't hide the look of being afraid of being abandoned, and I don't know what kind of things I have experienced to say such words.

Ji Changfeng felt a little soft in his heart. Although the young man was similar to Qiu Ruo in appearance, his temperament and temperament were obviously different.

Such a cautious appearance reminded him of the scene of studying and apprenticeship when he was young. At that time, he also hoped to seek a master and a teacher, but it was a pity that others looked down on his qualifications and appearance and ruthlessly refused.

Thinking of this, Ji Changfeng's eyes were dark,

"Since you are my disciple, I will teach you well. If you are not strict with the teacher, put away such care. My disciple should be high-spirited and uninhibited. Remember it."

"Yes, Master!"

Lian Mourn's face was full of excitement, and he nodded heavily.

Seeing this, Ji Changfeng was satisfied, wrapped his arms around his slender waist, accelerated the sword, and leaned against his chest involuntarily due to the force of inertia.

Being so close, Lian Mou instantly blushed, the roots of his ears were bright red, and he didn't know where to put his eyes, hands and feet for a while, and the young man who had just grown up still had the astringency of a teenager in every move.

Feeling helpless, shy, and blushing, but there is no fear of rejection that I have seen before.

Ji Changfeng was in a complicated mood, so he moved closer to the face with hideous scars that could scare children even though he was wearing a mask,

"Are you really not afraid of me?"

"Ah?", Lian Moo looked over in ignorance, unable to keep up with the rhythm of the other party's thinking.

In the early stage of the plot, Ji Changfeng has a secret hatred and sensitivity, and has a weird and violent temper, which is not something ordinary people can get along with.

But it doesn't matter if he didn't react, close contact with still clear eyes is the answer Ji Changfeng wanted.

"You're fine."

Ji Changfeng stretched out his hand and rubbed Lian Mou's eyes twice, and with a smile on his sleeves, he concentrated on returning to the cave with his sword.

Lian Mourning blushed again and lowered his head.

These reactions didn't need him to act on purpose at all, they were all natural reactions of the original owner's body.

Jiantao Peak was not too far away from the mountain that the disciples were assessing, but they arrived within a few words.

Unlike Yanxiu's secluded Biyun Peak, Jiantao Peak is just like its name. The mountain is shaped like a wave of sword moves, majestic and sharp.

Ji Changfeng's residence is not a small building or a palace, but his own expanded cave, which looks rough and simple, but actually contains the mystery of formations. The entire cave is actually a gathering spirit formation, which is really amazing.

It was not a lie that Ji Changfeng said earlier that he had something to do when he returned to the cave. After returning to the cave, he asked Lian Mou to choose a room at will, and left in a hurry after a few instructions.

Even Mourning didn't feel left out, on the contrary, he liked being at ease like this.

After Ji Changfeng left, he picked a satisfactory room and didn't hurry to clean it up. Instead, he lay down on the bed directly as if he was exhausted and relieved, enjoying a short-term mental relaxation.

And Feng Yan, who had been silent for almost a day, finally found a chance to speak.

"You want to go to Feng Ziyang's bed."

Definitely, a deep, slightly hidden voice suddenly sounded.

Lian Yuli coughed and sat up from the bed, choking on his throat with saliva.