The bells outside were already ringing, and each sound seemed to hit people's hearts. At night, Chan sat by the window and looked out. At the foot of the mountain in the distance, people gathered together, which reminded him of the ant nest he saw when he was a child.
My thoughts will suddenly drift away.
At this time, someone opened the door, and what came in was a little girl in a green shirt, about eleven or twelve years old, with a double bun, round and fair, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, full of joy and curiosity.
Seeing the indifferent expression of the person by the window, she couldn't help but murmur in her heart, "Why do you always like to look out the window, Master? Today is an important apprenticeship ceremony, and you are still in a daze."
She thought again, "Xiaoye is really unlucky to have such a young man on the stall who doesn't know what he is thinking. Sure enough, the young man still has to be taken care of by Xiaoye. Who can say Xiaoye is kind-hearted?"
Ning Xiaoye thought more and more happily. She walked over with a smile on her face. She wanted to scare the other person when his attention was not here, but she didn't expect that she had already been discovered as soon as she walked five steps away from the other person.
"Xiaoye." Wan Jun called out softly. He turned his head and looked at the little girl who was surprised because she was discovered. His face was calm and he asked, "Is the ceremony about to begin?"
Ning Xiaoye subconsciously answered, "There is still one hour." Then she realized it again and her pink lips slightly opened.
She ran up to him in a few steps, took the other person's hand, and said with a look of surprise: "Sir, have you achieved another breakthrough in your skills? Last time, you had to take three steps to detect me."
The technique that Ning Xiaoye practices is extremely special. It can completely hide her aura. When her cultivation reaches a certain level, she can even deceive the way of heaven.
This is the method of "hiding the truth from the sky".
Ning Xiaoye is not an ordinary person. Although she calls Wan Xun "gongzi" and takes care of him, compared to his status, Ning Xiaoye is much higher than him. It's just that Wan Xun has found a good master who can make famous people
The daughter of Ahanyuan came to be his book boy.
Although Ning Xiaoye was very dissatisfied with Wan Chan at first, after these days of getting along with him, she became dependent on him. The beautiful but quiet young man in front of her was like a lotus in a summer lotus pond, with a charming and charming personality.
A pleasant feeling of purity of mind.
Although others felt that Wan Jun was cold and unkind, Ning Xiaoye felt that he was very gentle. He had been practicing hard, almost day and night, and finally gained the appreciation of Taoist Lord Jiuxiao and accepted him as his disciple, but he did not
Not arrogant and arrogant, in this regard, he is much better than those second-generation immortals who only rely on family power.
Ning Xiaoye's question was not received. Wan Jun looked at the scenery outside the window again and stood up. He patted his robe, even though there was no dust on it.
Compared with the uniforms he wore in the past, the clothes he wore today were so luxurious that people dared not touch them, but the way he treated them was as casual as those of coarse cloth. Ning Xiaoye looked at this expensive clothes
Being treated casually made me feel frightened.
"Oh, sir, please be careful. This is the apprenticeship ceremony given to you by Taoist Lord Jiuxiao. How can you be so casual with such a precious robe?" Ning Xiaoye quickly stretched out her hands to help him straighten the wrinkles, but she was too young and Wan Jun was so careless.
She was at the age of drawing a strip, and she couldn't touch his shoulders even with her feet, and she blushed in embarrassment.
Wan Chan lowered his eyes to look at her. Ning Xiaoye found that Wan Chan's eyes were very dark and the shape of his eyes was the same as hers. They were round and harmless almond eyes. However, Wan Chan's face did not look so innocent.
It contains emotions and seems a bit empty.
Ning Xiaoye blushed and muttered: "You, you can do it yourself, I can't touch it..."
Ning Xiaoye seemed to see Wan Jun smiling, but the smile was fleeting. He fixed the wrinkles himself and returned to his expressionless look.
"Let's go, let's go see the master first." After Wan Jun said that, he left. Ning Xiaoye was still thinking about the hallucinatory smile just now, and followed him half a step later.
Wan Jun walked fast, but her steps were small. She had to trot if she wanted to keep up. Ning Xiaoye sighed in her heart, wishing she could grow up quickly.
As she walked, she found that her speed seemed to have slowed down. She was a little unsure, so she looked up at Wan Jun, and then she was really sure that the other person was walking slower.
Ning Xiaoye thought, it's good, she doesn't have to run away.
On the day of the apprenticeship ceremony, a lot of people came. All the disciples who could put down their hands came to visit. Reputable people from outside also accepted the post and came to visit.
The apprenticeship ceremony has not been held for many years. If you want to hold a ceremony of this level, one of the masters and apprentices must have a very high status, mostly the master, and this time is no exception.
Daojun Jiuxiao can be said to be one of the most famous people among Taoists in the world today. He has extremely high cultivation and superb swordsmanship. He killed more than a hundred demon cultivators with one person and one sword and escaped.
The battle with the Lord of the Demon Realm lasted for more than a month. Both of them were the top masters in the world of cultivation. In the end, they both stopped at the same time. No one knew who won the battle.
But the world of cultivation has left his legend behind.
Jiuxiao Daojun has not accepted a disciple for nearly a hundred years. The last disciple he accepted has been ranked first in the Heaven and Earth Rankings for hundreds of years. That one also has a great background. He is a descendant of a certain unworldly island. He was born
He has the golden elixir cultivation level.
Everyone guessed that this disciple was the most outstanding one under Jiuxiao Daojun, and he might also be the last one. But today, a hundred years later, Jiuxiao Daojun started the apprenticeship ceremony and announced to the world that he had accepted a new disciple.
only.
I thought that the apprentice this time had a more special status, either the beloved son of some immortal king, or the young patriarch of a hidden family... But when the information was handed to their hands, everyone was shocked.
jaw.
He turned out to be an ordinary outer sect disciple, climbing the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps to heaven step by step, and gaining the favor of Taoist Lord Jiuxiao.
According to the disciples of Shoushan that day, the man was almost climbing up when he got to the back. He didn’t know what he saw in the illusion. He fell more than a hundred steps at once, and his left hand was broken. The fall caused a head injury and bleeding.
His face was covered in blood.
The blood was so thick that I couldn't even open my eyes. The blood flowed into my eyes and stained them red. My feet were not right. I was limping when I walked. When I walked to the back, my feet were almost bloody.
It is said that after the man climbed to the top, he was already unconscious, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
Lord Jiuxiao saw those eyes and asked the man why he was so stubborn.
The man said, in order to kill someone.
Later, Daojun Jiuxiao took the man away, and the next day, news came that Daojun Jiuxiao wanted to accept a disciple.
Wan Jun folded his hands in front of him, lowered his head and waited for the waiter to inform him that Taoist Lord Jiuxiao was talking to the head of the house. Depending on the situation, he would have to talk for a while.
While waiting, he lowered his head and looked at the ground. He was dressed too luxuriously and could only look at the ring around his waist when he lowered his head. He heard two small sounds. He ignored them at first, but then the sounds became louder and louder.
He was getting more and more bold before he raised his head.
Ning Xiaoye was pulled away halfway, and now he is alone here... Not even a person, there is also a little waiter, he was the one who made the strange noise just now.
The waiter looked about seven or eight years old. He was round and round. He was wearing a black and white Taoist robe. His little hands and feet looked very cute. His chubby face was full of sorrow at the moment. He was covering his chubby hands.
My stomach seemed to be able to stop the noise inside.
He was afraid of being heard, so he would raise his head and secretly meow at Wan Jun from time to time. At first, he was relieved that Wan Jun didn't move, but this time the meow came over and the two of them locked eyes.
The little waiter's face suddenly turned red, his mouth was open for a long time and he could not speak. Finally, he muttered to Wanjun not to tell anyone.
Wan Zhen actually knew that this little servant boy was the master's White Crane. He had a rigid shape and was built like a child. Although his mind was better than that of ordinary children, he did not know good or evil.
He nodded indifferently, moved the hand in his sleeve, touched the pastry stuffed by Ning Xiaoye, and handed the pastry over.
The little waiter hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the temptation. The little chubby hand took the pastry and thanked him politely, then squatted aside and ate it in small bites. Wan Jun lowered his eyes and looked at him, his mouth full of pastry crumbs.
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In fact, the little waiter usually has enough to eat, but today was special and he was too busy. People kept coming to visit him early in the morning. Two little demons who had just transformed had not even eaten breakfast before they were pulled to the door.
, but the child is very hungry.
The little waiter was very grateful to Wan Chan, but he didn't know that he was the culprit that caused him to be unable to eat in the morning.
After waiting for about a stick of incense, the conversation inside was over. Wan Jun followed the waiter in and met the headmaster face to face.
The leader was a man in his thirties with a kind face. He looked at Wan Chan, nodded with satisfaction, patted his shoulder and said, "Not bad, I look like I can ascend to the heavenly palace."
Wan Jun nodded yes.
In fact, in terms of seniority, the headmaster still calls him "junior uncle".
However, Wan Jun was embarrassed to be called that by the headmaster, so he still called him "headmaster". The headmaster accepted his favor and gave him many privileges in private.
The two of them exchanged a few pleasantries and left. One of them had something to do, and the other did not dare to let the master inside wait.
Following the waiter into the courtyard, he walked through the corridor and saw a bamboo forest. On the stone table in the bamboo forest, the tea was still hot. A man was sitting on one side. When he saw him coming, he waved to him.
"Come and sit."
The waiter withdrew, and he bowed in the evening, then walked forward and sat down.
The tea is freshly brewed and has a different fragrance from the tea on the head. This tea is picked from a rare flower on the cliff and made from its petals. It is extremely rare and has a refreshing and calming effect after drinking it.
Wan Jun looked at the tea in his hand, took a sip, and thought that he couldn't hide anything from the master.
"How have you been lately?" Daojun Jiuxiao asked, his tone as ordinary as if he was chatting about family matters.
Wan Jun held the teacup, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's okay."
"Oh?" Daojun Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows. He didn't look young, but he didn't look old. He looked like the most mature man, but he looked like he had the rumored aura of fighting a hundred demons with a sword.
He looked at his young disciple, curled his lips, and carried the teapot to add water, "It's okay? But when I look at your face, you don't look like you're fine."
Wan Chan was holding the tea cup, and the smoke from the newly added tea was curling up, blurring his vision.