Junior Brother Jianyun almost wanted to give up and leave. How could he accept a disciple like this? But this senior brother finally agreed to accept a disciple. Bear with me!
"Okay, senior brother, you promised to take one, you can't go back on it." Jian Yun confirmed again and again.
Among their generation, Senior Brother Shen is definitely one of the most skilled in magic. I am afraid that even the Head Senior Brother cannot beat him, but with his temperament...
I don't expect him to be able to manage important affairs in the sect, I just hope that Senior Brother Shen will accept more disciples and teach the next generation well.
"I promised to accept a disciple, but that disciple must meet the requirements I just mentioned. Don't try to deceive me. If he doesn't meet the requirements, I won't drink his teacher-respecting tea." Shen Zhimu was extremely stubborn.
Junior Brother Jianyun looked at the man in front of him. Senior Brother Shen was already a hundred years old. He came down the mountain in black hair and white clothes. It would be believable to say that he was a man in his prime. When he didn't speak, he looked like an immortal. When he spoke, There's just a hint...
That’s all.
After spending decades together, he knew what kind of person his senior brother was.
"Okay, I will definitely find a suitable disciple for Senior Brother."
"Well, you can leave if it's okay."
"..."
"I don't have money to buy tea, and I can't entertain you, so you can leave."
"..."
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Nan Qing got off the carriage, but the coachman stopped him with runny noses and tears: "Princess, you really want to go in. If the prince knows that I haven't brought you back, I will beat you to death."
"...Dad has agreed for me to go out, which means that I have agreed to go up the mountain to become a disciple. You can just send me here. Go back and take care of yourself. Daddy won't beat you."
"The prince will definitely be furious if he can't see the princess."
"Okay, okay, if you are afraid of going back, then don't go back. Here, this thing will make you rich for a lifetime. It would also be good to find a town to marry a wife and have children." Nan Qing pulled out a gold hairpin from his head and stuffed it into it. Holding it in the driver's hands, she turned around and headed towards the Xianmen Mansion.
Stepping on these stone steps, you will see the golden Tianzong Gate of Immortal Gate at the top.
Nan Qing's face was filled with a smile.
Master, here I come.
Er Er: "The heroine of the world has already joined the male supporting cast. She will be your senior sister."
"Er Er, if you take me back in time, maybe I can stop the heroine from becoming a disciple. As long as the heroine is not his apprentice, he will not care about the heroine's fate."
No matter how busy you are, your immortal roots will not be broken.
Er Er: "The previous timeline requires points to unlock, and it costs points."
"Did I make less money for you in the last world? I..."
Er Er interrupted her: "Wouldn't it be nice to keep the points and sell wine?"
"Xiang! Hehehe, Erer is really wise. What is the host used for? Of course it is used for tasks. How can it be convenient for the host? This timeline is very good."
"..."
Nan Qing lost his face for the sake of food and drink.
Er Er: "You earned a lot of points in the last world, so this world gave you a wealthy status. Your father will send you lots of money in a few days, and he will send you gold and silver every once in a while. Treasure for you."
Nan Qing's eyes lit up. She smiled and asked, "Isn't my master very poor?"
"right."
"Oh, I hope he stays poor."
"..."
"The apprenticeship ceremony starts tomorrow, friends please register here first."
Several disciples wearing white clothes from the Xian family were registering people entering the mountain at the entrance of the mountain. There was also an Xian family magic weapon beside it, and everyone who registered had to put their hands on it.
Is this testing the immortal root?
Nan Qing lined up silently.
From a distance, I saw a young boy putting his hand on the magic weapon, but there was no fluctuation in the magic weapon.
The disciple took a look and said, "My friend, if you don't have any chance of becoming an immortal, go down the mountain."
"How could it be! My mother told me that when I was born, a monk said that I was the reincarnation of an immortal, and that I was destined to join the immortal sect. I..."
The disciple waved his hand and the yelling young man was speechless.
"Go down the mountain." The disciple waved his hand again, and the man disappeared.
The other people waiting had frightened faces.
The disciple said kindly and gently: "Don't panic, I just sent him to the bottom of the mountain, the next one."