Rong Yueyuan leaned over slightly and placed the tea cup in his hand on the table, then lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yizhi seriously.
"Zhizhi, most of the Yuanying monks in the sect are direct disciples or inner disciples. They are not weak." Rong Yueyuan said seriously.
Compared to the so-called leader, he hoped that Zhizhi would be safe and sound.
"I know." Song Yizhi looked up at Rong Yueyuan and said, "But I have the strength, why don't I fight for it?"
Seeing Song Yizhi's firm attitude, Rong Yueyuan didn't say much. He just said, "Protect yourself and try not to get yourself hurt."
Song Yizhi responded, and then almost collapsed in Rong Yueyuan's arms.
Sect meeting.
As one of the elders, Rong Yueyuan will definitely attend.
The man is dressed in a dusk mountain purple robe with wide sleeves and a crane-flowing pattern, which makes the man more gentle. His dark hair is all tied up and fixed with a jade crown. The whole person looks neat and clean, and his chiseled face is slightly cold.
In addition, a three-finger-wide piece of white silk was wrapped around Rong Yueyuan's slender neck.
On the high platform, Shen Bu and five elders were sitting there.
Shen Bu glanced at the white silk around Rong Yueyuan's neck and felt that there were several big characters written all over his body, trying to hide it.
As an old mother, Song Luo couldn't help but send a message to remind Rong Yueyuan, "Can Song Yizhi still get up?"
"..." Rong Yueyuan was silent for a moment before saying, "At this time, she went to find Wei Ling and Baili Qi."
Do you seem to be such an imprudent person?
In fact, the person who has no sense of propriety is not Rong Yueyuan, but the evil-minded Song Yizhi.
Just when Song Yizhi, Song Yizhi and Wei Ling were mentioned, Baili Qi came over.
"Foundation-building disciples, the first round of competition is about to begin. The disciples whose names are read are asked to go to the corresponding competition arena!"
As the voice of an elder fell, dozens of competition arenas slowly rose up in the vast open space.
The disciples who met for the first time at the sect meeting looked surprised and admired.
Afterwards, an elder and three disciples from the Discipline Hall appeared in front of each competition arena.
The elder is responsible for calling the disciples by name to compete, and the disciples of the Discipline Hall are responsible for supervising whether there are any violations during the competition.
"Before the competition actually begins, I am repeating one of the rules. First, concealed weapons are not allowed. Violators will be removed from the ranking and sent to the Discipline Hall for punishment; second, the competition will end at the right time, and no human life will be hurt..."
After reciting more than a hundred rules, the elder said, "The first round of the foundation-building disciples' competition begins!"
"Boom!"
The huge gong placed aside was struck, and the foundation-building disciples on the stage began to use the skills they had learned to fight against the enemy.
Song Yizhi glanced at them, then stood behind Wei Ling and Bai Liqi, preparing to squint and take a nap.
Wei Ling watched for a while before she noticed that Song Yizhi was hiding among them and dozing off with his head hanging down. She asked with concern, "What's going on? You look very sleepy."
"It's okay." Song Yizhi leaned forward and whispered in Wei Ling's ear, "The Foundation Establishment disciples are nothing to see."
Wei Ling looked at it and said, "It does feel like a child playing house."
Song Yizhi yawned and continued to take a nap with his head down.
Song Luo, who was on the high platform, scanned the crowd and then saw Song Yizhi, who was taking a nap behind people.
Suddenly, Song Luo lost her temper.
This unfortunate child, is this where she takes a nap?
Song Luo moved her hand.
Song Yizhi was hit on the head by the spiritual fruit thrown by her mother, which made her wake up immediately.
Song Yizhi looked at the fruit in his hand, looked up at the high platform, and then saw his mother's slightly warning eyes.
Song Yizhi picked up the fruit and took a big bite.
"Where did you get the fruit?" Wei Ling stretched out his hand towards Song Yizhi, "Quick, quick, give us some too."
Song Yizhi took out two fruits from the storage bracelet and handed them to Wei Ling.
Wei Ling gave one to Baili Qi, and then
While eating the fruit, he said, "The first round will be over in a while."
Song Yizhi gnawed on the fruit without saying anything.
"This group of disciples is pretty good, and their foundation is pretty solid." The second elder made a pertinent comment.
The fourth elder spoke up and said, "That disciple is okay. Every move has taken shape. It's just that he has worked hard to practice."
Several elders on the high platform chatted in low voices.
When the first round of competition is over, the winning side will advance to the next round of competition.
After the day's competition, Shen Bu and several elders had a clear idea.
Main hall.
"Third Elder, the foundation-building disciples of your peak need to strengthen their training. Although they are all weapon refiners, weapon refiners must have the ability to protect themselves." Shen Bu and the third elder said.
The third elder nodded, "I know."
"And the second elder, you ask your peak disciples to be gentle. Why do you have to detoxify someone if they spill the medicine? Besides, the medicine will always run out, so why not learn some self-defense skills." Shen Bu Talk to the second elder.
The second elder looked at Shen Bu and said thoughtfully, "I know."
What the sect leader said is not unreasonable.
"And you, the fifth elder." Shen Bu cast his gaze on Rong Yueyuan, "There were so many competitions today, but I didn't see a single disciple of Bright Moon Peak. What can I say? You, the peak master, still don't want to How many disciples will you accept?"
Rong Yueyuan said gently, "I remember that the Sasu disciples from Jiaoyue Peak are all Jindan. After the two days of competition between Jindan disciples, the sect will see the disciples from Jiaoyue Peak."
Seeing Rong Yueyuan who was not getting enough food and salt, Shen Bu felt helpless but got used to it.
The fourth elder said helplessly, "Sect Master, you don't know how many of our fifth elders can meet the conditions he gave us before."
The sect leader and the others had annoyed the Fifth Elder before, so the Fifth Elder directly told them about the requirements for accepting disciples.
The requirement for the inner disciples of Jiaoyue Peak is that they must obtain the golden elixir before they are twenty years old. If they want to become his direct disciple... they must at least reach the middle stage of the golden elixir before they are twenty years old.
As soon as this request came out, the sect leader almost beat the person on the spot.
I still remember that the sect leader said at that time, I asked you to choose a disciple, not to let you eliminate everyone based on your own standards!
Then, the fifth elder said sternly that I did not select disciples according to my standards. I had lowered my standards. It was their business not to meet the standards. It was not my problem.
Come to think of it, if it weren't for the fifth elder who was a genius, the sect leader would have taken action long ago.
Shen Bu had an idea and said a name, "Song Yizhi."
Several elders: "..."
A Taoist monk becomes a disciple?
"..." Song Luo raised her hand and nodded between her eyebrows, "Sect Master, why did you go to the place where the fifth elder died?"
Her own daughter knew Song Yizhi's bad temper, but if Rong Yueyuan was her master, she would be so angry that Rong Yueyuan would send her back to Song Ningfeng within three days.
"Sect master, Taoist companion and disciple cannot be confused. Besides, I don't have the ability to teach Zhi Zhi." Rong Yueyuan said.
Zhizhi's achievements in kendo are no lower than his own, so it would be a bit ridiculous for her to be his apprentice.
Seemingly feeling that his words were slightly ambiguous, Rong Yueyuan added, "It's not that he dislikes Zhizhi, but that Zhizhi's attainments in swordsmanship are not much lower than mine, and even surpass mine."
Several elders were shocked.
Shen Bu and Song Luo were also a little shocked.
They knew Rong Yueyuan's temper very well, and it was precisely because they knew that he disdained lying and did not like to exaggerate that they were shocked.