Xiaoyao Peak.
In the lush green bamboo forest, a fluffy ball of light bounced and circled around in the bamboo forest, and finally fell to the ground with a plop.
The light of a Nascent Soul cultivator streaked across the forest floor. 007 shed a string of nonexistent tears and cried out to the heavens: [Host, wuwuwu, don’t abandon me, wuwuwu…]
The escaping light did not notice it at all, and it went straight across the bamboo forest and disappeared on the top of Xiaoyao Peak.
007 fell to the ground in despair.
If I had known earlier that the host would lose his memory and that I couldn't even enter the system space, I wouldn't have followed him here...
Zhu Yuanqing didn't notice anything unusual in the bamboo forest. He returned to his residence, performed a cleansing spell on himself, and sat down at the stone table in the yard.
Next to the table is a tree of beautifully blooming Albizia Julibrissin flowers. The trunk of the tree is thick and strong, and has become somewhat intelligent under the infiltration of spiritual energy. The pink Albizia Julibrissin flowers never fade all year round.
A cup of honey water was poured down, Zhu Yuanqing sipped it slowly to dispel the slightly astringent bitterness between his lips and teeth, and he leaned his head on the table.
apprentice……
Where can he find an apprentice for himself?
I don’t know why the sect leader is so stubborn about this matter. He has been thinking about accepting a disciple for so many years.
Zhu Yuanqing thought about it carefully and found that in addition to worrying about a disciple's cultivation, he also had to pay attention to the trivial matters in his life. If he got into trouble outside, he would have to trouble himself as the master to solve it... There was no benefit in any of these things.
His hands were delicate, unlike those of a sword-wielding monk. But at this moment, his brows were furrowed, and he was turning the teacup around with his fingertips, full of sorrow.
Apprentice = trouble
Zhu Yuanqing equated the two together in his mind and drank the last bit of honey water.
This honey water is made from thousands of rare flowers. Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the raw materials are also very difficult to find. Even if he searches hard, he won't get much.
Of course, even the great Lord Shangqing would not mobilize a large army for this.
Zhu Yuanqing was invited to the last Hundred Flowers Banquet. He saw that the first prize included this honey water, but the annoying Master of Wuxiang Peak was also there. He could only watch the thing being taken away by others, and he couldn't lose face and compete with the younger generation for it.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanqing felt even more depressed.
“Tsk.”
After collecting the things, Zhu Yuanqing waved his sleeves, added another layer of restriction to the top of the peak, and turned back to the inner room.
To hell with that damn disciple, he wants to practice!
Ten days later, a letter passed through the restrictions of Xiaoyao Peak and fell into Zhu Yuanqing's hands.
One month later, there were five more letters, and by the third month, the number had reached one letter per day.
Zhu Yuanqing had a cold face, and his pair of clear glass eyes were full of coldness. He blew away the message that had buried half of his body with a palm of wind.
It would have been better if he hadn't waved. As soon as he waved, all the messages were activated, and words like chanting filled the entire inner room.
"Accept a disciple, accept a disciple..."
"Shangqing, accepting a disciple..."
"If I don't accept you as a disciple, I'll send you to the Hehuan Sect as a live-in husband..."
Zhu Yuanqing's forehead twitched twice, and he was so angry that he laughed.
Those people in the world of cultivation should really see what kind of person this Xuanyuan Sect leader is!
He is extremely talented, but he is old after all. He is only in the Nascent Soul stage now. Lingxiao Taoist, the Divine Transformation cultivator, is determined to annoy him to death, and Zhu Yuanqing is powerless to do anything.
He took a deep breath and felt that he had held back a little in the last game, so he should not be able to win a single game.
He rarely lost his composure and slammed the door shut, blocking out the noisy noise inside.
Even so, the sound still buzzed in my head, more disturbing than those weird creatures in the Demon Sect who were laughing!
The ball of fur that was rolling on the stone table saw that its host had finally gone out, and was about to rush forward excitedly. However, it unexpectedly passed through Zhu Yuanqing's body and bumped into the door.
duang——
007 slid to the ground and bounced a bit.
Huh? Zhu Yuanqing frowned.
He scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, confirming that there was no one else except Taoist Lingxiao, and that the restrictions were not broken, and headed towards the direction of the sect's small competition.
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Xuanyuan Sect holds a small sect competition three months after each disciple-recruiting ceremony, and a large sect competition ten years after.
It was just a small competition, but the road to immortality was long, and what could one do in three months? Therefore, everyone treated the small competition as a fun event. After all, only a few disciples with good qualifications could make it to the stage, and most of the others would only be eliminated in the first round.
But this year is a little different from previous years.
Under the ring, the boys, dressed in servants' clothes and disciples' clothes, were clearly distinguished from each other. They covered their mouths and whispered to each other, looking at the people on the ring with surprise or worry, and their voices gradually became louder.
"Did you see? He's wearing a servant's uniform!"
"I know, I know. I'm not blind."
"No, how did a servant like him get on the stage?"
"There's no rule that menial jobs can't be used, right? They're all new disciples..."
"Disciple? What's in your head? A servant is a servant. He works for us. To put it nicely, he's a servant. To put it bluntly, he's a servant! Do you want to compete with a servant?"
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The oldest of the group was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and not even as tall as an adult's waist. At this moment, they gathered in groups, pointing at the boy in the gray coat.
They are still young, but they have witnessed the cruelty of the world of cultivation, not to mention that the son of the master of Wuxiang Peak is also present in this competition, so naturally they all flatter him.
A disciple dressed in the uniform of an inner sect disciple walked half a circle around the arena and squeezed next to a ruddy-faced boy. Without even wiping the sweat off his face, he started to flatter him.
"I think Senior Brother Cui is the best. Look, there are only two direct disciples in our class. Senior Brother Cui has already absorbed Qi into his body, and his master is the famous Wuxiang Peak Master. He is much more powerful than those Baicao Peak and Xiaoyao Peak!"
The master of Baicao Peak is Zhenjun Yunxin. She has always been on good terms with the master of Xiaoyao Peak, and every time they meet the master of Wuxiang Peak, they try to sabotage each other.
This senior brother Cui is named Cui Yi. As soon as he entered the sect, he regarded himself as the son of the master of Wuxiang Peak. Now he is a hot commodity in their eyes.
Cui Yi raised his head, his eyes swept over the blood-stained servant on the stage, and narrowed his eyes: "What's your name?"
The inner sect disciple hurriedly said, "Yu Junjie, my name is Yu Junjie."
"Okay." Cui Yi smiled coldly, recognizing the man on the stage as the boy he had pushed down the stairs. He said to Yu Junjie, "I'll give you a task. If you can do it..."
He took out a pill and said, "This can help you draw Qi into your body..."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Junjie quickly agreed: "Go ahead, go ahead!"
After a few words, Yu Junjie patted his chest and said, "Brother Cui, leave it to me."
He waved his hand and walked towards the stage with several outer disciples.
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