“Ranked thirteen”

"Be your little junior brother"

The sound floated down and reached everyone's ears clearly.

Wang Xianzhi was okay, but Ying Fengxian was completely confused. Her mind was shaken, and a touch of sadness flashed in her eyes. It is true that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. A dream like a mirror, a flower in the mirror, and a moon in the water, was eventually wasted in one day.

She remembered that for many years, she had exhausted her spiritual energy in the ice and snow, but still dragged her heavy footsteps and walked three thousand miles with her sword. The coldness of those three thousand miles was so similar to the coldness of this moment.

"Master" Ying Fengxian raised his head and twitched his red lips twice, but finally responded, "Disciple, accept your order."

After saying the words "accept the order", she flicked her long sleeves, and her double-petaled robe resembled a phoenix's tail catching the wind. The redder it was, the more it brought out the frosty coldness in her pupils.

No matter what happens, no matter how reluctant she is to let go, she is still her, Ying Fengxian.

It's just that these many emotional fluctuations need to be handled well, otherwise they will affect your practice.

From now on, the junior brother will inevitably be taken to other places by the master, and as a senior sister, I am afraid it will be difficult for her to see him again.

"Take orders?"

Suddenly laughter came from the sky, "I just accepted a little junior brother for you, but I don't have time to teach him.

Fengxian, since Baishan has been taught by you before, you will continue to teach me from now on.

As for the new choice of Fuyu and the establishment of Shanmen, it is still too early for Bai Shan. He will live in Chifeng Valley.

So, are you satisfied?"

Ying Fengxian was stunned for a moment, and a strong feeling of joy burst out of the ice. She turned her head slightly and looked at the man in the black robe beside her. Her heart was tossing up and down like a deer, and she then turned her back.

, said calmly: "Disciple will definitely teach my junior brother well and live up to master's expectations."

The voice in the sky said again: "Baishan, I am Lord Xuanyun of the Qingyun Immortal Sect. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"

Baishan had no choice and followed his words: "Disciple is willing."

"Okay, from now on, your name will be listed under mine on the immortal urn, along with your senior sisters and brothers.

You should practice well with your senior sister, and when the time is right, your teacher will teach you personally.

I hope you won’t live up to your expectations as a teacher.”

"Thank you Master, I understand."

a moment later

When the dust settled, everyone dispersed.

Ying Fengxian led Baishan to Red Phoenix Valley.

Baishan hasn't adapted yet. He had been calling him "Master, Master" before, but now he suddenly has to call him "Sister". It's really hard to say.

Ying Fengxian was also silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

The red maple leaves of Chifeng Valley fluttered in the spiritual wind and passed by the two of them.

Farther away, there are cranes and spiritual birds, making clear and sweet sounds, disappearing and appearing in the clouds and mist.

The cool and charming red-clothed fairy and the young man in black robes who followed closely behind her did not actually control the clouds. Instead, they walked side by side and climbed up the stairs. It was obvious that they planned to reposition their relationship during the walk.

The atmosphere is a bit tense

Baishan was the first to speak: "Master"

Ying Fengxian said coldly: "Junior brother, what's the matter?"

Baishan felt the coldness in his former master's tone, and he understood it. Although close and distant, the relationship between senior sister and junior brother was ultimately worse than the master-disciple relationship.

"Sister, I want to know something"

"Say." It was still a cold and indifferent voice.

Bai Shandao: "Before, you said that as your personal disciple, you can receive three middle-grade spiritual stones every year. Now, as your junior disciple, how many can I receive?"

"Huh?" Ying Fengxian frowned slightly and said coldly, "Although your seniority is high, your realm is still at the late stage of the Vientiane Realm, so you can receive six middle-grade spiritual stones every year.

Why, does junior brother want the spirit stone so much?"

Bai Shan said: "I was used to being poor when I was young, so I always wanted to ask this first."

Ying Fengxian smiled softly when she heard this, feeling that her junior brother was also amused, but this smile made her expression suddenly change, and she stopped walking, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Something's wrong

Something is very wrong

Ying Fengxian's pretty face was covered with frost, solemn and solemn.

She finally realized it, and her mind was confused.

This was a big taboo in her practice.

She also knew the cause of the chaos, it was the junior brother beside her at this time.

If this junior fellow apprentice was her disciple, that would be fine, but those few words from Mr. Xuanyun just now broke her guard, and a demon emerged from it before her eyes.

If the inner demon manifests itself, when you go through the inner demon tribulation in the future, you may die and turn into a corpse!

All demons originate from the three words "cannot get what you want".

She cared so much about this disciple that she even regarded him as a new beginning of her life after two thousand years.

However, although all of this has not been completely shattered now, it is still intermittent and most fatal.

Ying Fengxian knew that she was in a dangerous state, as if she were standing at the top of a cliff. If she took another step forward, she might give birth to inner demons.

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" Bai Shan asked with some concern. To be fair, Ying Fengxian was very good to him, and she must be quite disappointed now. He needs to care about her both emotionally and rationally.

When Ying Fengxian heard his voice, her delicate body trembled violently, and she felt the "magic sound" entering her ears.

She suddenly rose into the clouds and flew alone into the distant clouds.

A small black shadow came from mid-air.

Baishan asked for help and saw that it was a heavy wooden sign carved with complicated patterns.

And the cold voice also drifted from mid-air to

"Junior brother, with this token, you can travel through the Red Phoenix Valley without any obstruction!"

The sound dragged further and further away, and finally disappeared.

Ying Fengxian also disappeared.

Baishan was a little confused. This former master seemed to be a little nervous after becoming a senior sister, but he didn't notice it at all before.

However, now that he got the token, he didn't think much about it, but directly jumped into the clouds and headed straight to the direction of the library.

Three months later.

"Have you heard that Fu Xingyun, who has been kneeling at Yunxiao Peak for more than a year, is finally accepted into the sect. And he is also accepted as a direct disciple!"

"Fu Xingyun, it seems that he was once a genius of the Demon Sect, right? But for some unknown reason, he betrayed the Demon Sect. If he joins our Qingyun Immortal Sect, then the younger generation will respect him, right?

But, this is also the reason why my uncle didn’t want to take him in before.”

"Do you respect him? Junior brother, you probably don't know the young junior uncle in Red Phoenix Valley, right? If you get to know that junior junior uncle, you will know what a monster is."

"Shhh, senior brother, didn't the mountain peak you're on tell you?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? I have been practicing abroad recently and have never returned."

"You are not allowed to discuss that junior uncle, and you are not allowed to spread anything about that junior uncle."

"Is this happening?"

"Of course, everyone in our Qingyun Immortal Sect now knows that the genius of the younger generation is that Fu Xingyun, and that Fu Xingyun has indeed performed very well."

The disciples talked a lot.

And in a majestic hall.

A figure is holding a huge sword, like an ancient statue, and is slashing meticulously, persistently, seriously, and hard.

All kinds of rumors and whispers drifted forward along with the willow trees on Yunxiao Peak.

Fu Xingyun was like a deaf man who couldn't hear anything, looking ahead, looking at his sword and its tip.

Huo!

Huo!

Huo!

The sword cuts through the air, and every blow is like the sound of thunder.

If you look closely, you can actually see the air around the sword vibrating, creating many illusions.

And the Dharma is emerging from behind this figure, seemingly real or imaginary, it is a ferocious spider.

for a long time

Fu Xingyun finally put away his sword.
To be continued...