After three obeisances, the master-disciple vows were made.
Sang Luo helped the young boy up from the ground, pulled out a sword from the Xuanyuan Sect's sword tomb, and handed it into his hand.
"I am a swordsman, so you should practice swordsmanship from the beginning."
The young boy nodded.
Sang Luo asked him,
"What's your name?"
Knowing his name, he should ask Luo Zhouxing to help him carve a disciple plaque.
After all, he is already her apprentice.
The young boy shook his head and looked at Sang Luo,
"I have no father, no mother, no name, no surname, please ask Master to give me a name."
Sang Luo paused for a moment after listening. She looked into the young boy's eyes and suddenly remembered the sky full of stars she had seen last night, and whispered,
"Let's call her Xinglan."
The little boy nodded,
"Okay, then my name will be Xinglan from now on."
Sang Luo turned to look at Yu Heng, eyebrows raised slightly,
"Master, this is also your great-grandson. Do you have any greeting gifts?"
At this moment, the tense atmosphere between the two finally became a little more relaxed.
Yuheng paused for a moment, raised his hand and touched Xinglan's eyebrows, and a stream of spiritual energy was injected into his spiritual platform.
"I don't have any magic weapons with me now, so I'll give you a touch of Taoism to make up for the lack of spiritual roots."
From today on, he will no longer use external substances such as spiritual porridge to replenish his spiritual energy.
You can really embark on the path of cultivating immortality.
Sang Luo looked at the situation inside Xinglan's body and threw the Xuan Yuan Sect's introductory mental method to him.
"Let's start with the basics and practice the mental skills first. After you introduce the Qi into your body, I will teach you the sword skills."
Xinglan nodded as he listened, and Sang Luo looked in the direction of his house.
"Where's that little dumpling?"
Xinglan's eyes darkened slightly as he listened, and whispered,
"He went home."
When I picked him up, I thought he had no family just like him.
It was later discovered that they were different.
Sang Luo looked at his expression, but did not continue to ask, and handed him a Qiankun bag.
"Pack your things and come with me."
Xinglan nodded as he listened and took the storage bag back to the room to pack his things.
In fact, he didn't have much, just the few snacks he had saved, some chaos crystals, and a few bags of spiritual rice.
After packing everything up, Xinglan returned to Sang Luo's side.
Sang Luo took him back to Ye's yard.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I felt a wave of spiritual energy in the courtyard.
On this Chaos Island, all buildings are equipped with formations on the outside, which can block prying eyes from the outside and also block spiritual energy.
As soon as they arrived at the door, there was such a big spiritual energy fluctuation. Someone was fighting inside?
In the yard, Song Qingyun was sitting on the roof, eating melon seeds and watching Zhang Jianting prepare Ye Huaixin to beat him violently.
This guy is really restless.
He just walked away for a while, and the two people met.
Of course, Ye Huaixin also wanted to teach Zhang Jianting a lesson a long time ago.
But at the moment of the fight, I was still a little stunned. There is something about this kid.
But not a lot.
At first, they were able to exchange a few moves, but after ten moves, Zhang Jianting was pinned down and beaten by Ye Huaixin.
There is indeed a gap between the quasi-immortal king who was born in an immortal body and the novice who has just stepped into the immortal realm.
As soon as Sang Luo and Yu Heng entered the door, what they saw was the scene of Zhang Jianting being beaten away.
Song Qingyun quickly collected the melon seeds in his hand and flew towards Sang Luo.
"Sister!"
He noticed the young boy beside Sang Luo and asked,
"Who is he?"
Master, you won’t pick up another child and come back, right?
Is he going to be a nephew again?
No way, no way, God, can he be promoted in seniority?