Xiao Ran was almost frightened by the old man who came close to him.

Fortunately, he was able to regain his composure quickly due to the resonance of his mind.

I found out that the reason why this old man came so close might just be simple...

Shortsighted.

Next, the old man suddenly asked Xiao Ran's question:

Who are you?

Xiao Ran thought to himself, shouldn't I be the one to ask this question?

When I, a young and unfamiliar face, appeared in the elders' conference room, who else could I be besides being the new disciple of the sword-wielding elder?

Spring Frog and Qiu Chan were also frightened by the old man. The distance was too close, so they had to raise their stubby necks, look up exaggeratedly, and take a closer look.

"Hello, Mr. Mo, Mr. Ink Box..."

The two girls were also very curious.

The Weapon Refining Elder, Mo Xia Zhenren, lives deep in the Sword Forging Peak all year round, sharpening a sword every ten years, and rarely goes out. He only makes a symbolic appearance at the Elders' Meeting, but he has not expressed any opinions at the meeting for decades.

.

Why did he suddenly run up to Xiao Ran and ask him who he was?

Spring Frog didn't think much and immediately introduced the old man to Xiao Ran:

"This is the sword-making elder of our sect, the master of the ink box."

Xiao Ran had heard the introduction of the two girls about the real Mojia before, and thought that this old man had been sharpening his sword for ten years, so no wonder he became nearsighted.

Qiu Chan introduced Xiao Ran to the old man and said:

"This is the direct disciple that Uncle Lingzhou has just accepted—"

Before the name was announced, the old man rudely interrupted the introduction.

"I'm not asking you who you are now, but who you were before."

I used to be a great socialist successor!

Xiao Ran asked:

"Uncle, why do you ask like that?"

The old man put his hands behind his back and stared directly at Xiao Ran with a pair of deep and gloomy old eyes.

"Because you seem to have some objections to the sword fence..."

Has this been seen?

Could it be that the sword fence is your masterpiece?

Xiao Ran doesn't know much about spiritual patterns, but his architectural level is quite high!

Unexpectedly, the master swordsmith is also an expert in construction.

Xiao Ran was busy learning and selling now and explained:

"Just like the clerk at a steamed bun shop who knows nothing about painting, when faced with a famous painting of the highest caliber, he can only say whether it looks good or bad. The master doesn't have to care about his disciple's humble opinion."

The pinnacle of famous paintings?

The old man stroked his beard. This four-sided sword fence was indeed his pinnacle work.

But this new disciple seemed to have different views on the details.

"What I see in your eyes is not perfection, but... flaws."

Xiao Ran felt very strange.

The old man saw that he had some opinions on some details of the sword fence.

But the old man was not like others who would curiously observe a mortal disciple with his spiritual sense.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Xiao Ran with his spiritual consciousness.

It seems that in his eyes, cultivation is just a trivial matter, and the sword-wielding elder must have special considerations in selecting his talents.

The old man's tone seemed to be questioning, but there seemed to be a suppressed look in his deep and dark eyes.

Xiao Ran bowed his hands and said:

"It's the disciple who was rude."

The old man smiled and shook his head.

"No one can stop abruptly in front of the Heaven-Protecting Sword Barrier without being hurt by its Heaven-Protecting Will."

Xiao Ran was speechless.

At this moment, Bo Yunzi's misty and neutral voice came from outside the door:

"Everyone is here, let's start."

The old man looked a little regretful and said:

"Perhaps...sometime after the Elders' Meeting, Senior Nephew Xiao can come and sit down at Sword Forging Peak, and I will treat you with a cup of tea."

After saying this, he sat down at the table, leaving only Xiao Ran slightly confused.

Treat each other with tea?

Are all the elders of this sect so amiable?

not far away.

Ling Zhouyue waved to Xiao Ran to sit down.

As the meeting approached, she saw the scene just now.

She didn't expect that Mo Xia Zhenren, a boring gourd, would actually take the initiative to strike up a conversation...

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

Ling Zhouyue frowned slightly, realizing that things were not simple.

Could it be that this old man also has a crush on my precious apprentice?

First come, first served, don’t you understand the principle that famous flowers have their owners?

When she met Xiao Ran, she asked cautiously:

"What did this old man tell you?"

Xiao Ran answered truthfully:

"Uncle Master Ink Box wants this disciple to go sit down at Sword Forging Peak when he has time, and he will be there to make some tea."

Make some tea and wait?

Ling Zhouyue coughed dryly, leaned into Xiao Ran's ear, and whispered:

"This old man has been sharpening his sword for ten years, but he has no time to study tea ceremony. It must be a trap. Don't go."

Xiao Ran had no intention of going, but deliberately pretended to listen to his master.

"I will obey my master's instructions."

Xiao Ran's respect for his teacher and his filial piety made Ling Zhouyue feel a sense of distance inexplicably, and she had the illusion that she might lose him at any time.

So he pulled Xiao Ran closer, put his arms around Xiao Ran's shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Don't be so polite. I'm very approachable. Besides, we are all young people. There is no need to be too rigid. It's not like getting along with older people, where there is a generation gap."

Behind him is the real person Yin Yue:

"..."

Generation gap?

…

Main hall.

Five long green wooden tables embroidered with red patterns are surrounded by five corners facing each other.

It is the seat of the head and the four elders.

The direct disciples of each of them stood behind their masters and listened.

Except for the headmaster's seat in the north position, which is fixed, the other four seats are available for casual seating.

Ling Zhouyue was the strongest of the four elders, but he sat in the lower southeast seat and gave up the upper northeast seat to Yin Yue Zhenren.

Xiao Ran stood beside her, thinking about the generation gap.

He felt deeply guilty.

But there is no way, he is just a mortal, and there is no way to suppress the unclean thoughts caused by hormones through cultivation.

It can only divert attention.
To be continued...