In those years, the cultivators we cut together

At this moment, Lin Xiaolu is sitting on the bed of nails, holding a plate of white-cut chicken, using chopsticks to pick up a piece of smooth and tender chicken, dipping it in a mouthful of spicy and delicious sauce, eating it so much that his little head is shaking his head because of happiness .

"Xiaolu, don't throw the chicken bones away." Tang Xin, who was sitting beside him and reading a book, glanced at him and urged.

"I know~" Lin Xiaolu mumbled impatiently, he felt that the Raksha hag was becoming more and more verbose, like a little old woman.

At this moment, there are no people under the high platform. At noon, people can leave a mark on their queue position, such as a brick with their name engraved on it, and then they should go to eat. The toilet is very user-friendly.

In the afternoon, just like in the morning, the big guys happily recruited disciples together, relaxed and comfortable.

The days are just like this, Lin Xiaolu is very free every day, bragging with some children, and when he is tired, he goes to his chest to break a big stone, exercise his muscles, and then the first thing he does when he returns to Honglu Temple every day is to practice Wu, even though he couldn't make another punch like last time, he still didn't give up.And after a few days of such fulfilling and joyful days, they also came to the last day of recruiting disciples.

"Senior Sister Tang, there are a total of 120 disciples currently recorded."

At the dinner table, everyone was eating breakfast, Chen Nianyun said while checking the brochure.

Tang Xin nodded with a smile: "Today is over, we can go back to Emei tomorrow, and we can say that we have taken in more than 100 disciples."

"How are these more than 100 disciples divided?"

Lin Xiaolu, who was eating siu mai, asked anxiously, "Will I have junior brothers and sisters?"

"Probably not." Tang Xin shook her head and said with a smile, "The practice requirements for Zhaixing Jue are too harsh, and besides, Elder Li doesn't like to accept disciples, so the more than 100 new disciples will probably be assigned to other lines. "

Lin Xiaolu pouted when she heard the words.

Originally, he thought that he and his sister would have junior brothers and sisters to play with, but now it seemed that this idea was about to go to waste.

Everyone ate and chatted, talking and laughing after breakfast, and then set off to the Taimiao together to continue today's work.

At the same time, in a certain restaurant in the capital city, there was a middle-aged man with a serious face and a serious face standing by the window, looking at the direction of the Taimiao through the window.

He looked around for a while, and smiled slightly at the crowded Taimiaokou: "It's so lively."

Behind the man, the groom who killed the leader of the guards last night was standing respectfully, and there were more than 20 monks kneeling on one knee.

"Patriarch, the spiritual artifact has been arranged, and Emei's monks who came to Dayue this time will definitely not be able to contact Emei."

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction when he heard what the groom said.

"As expected, it took half of the family's heritage to exchange for a magic weapon for separating spirits."

He smiled and asked: "Have you figured out the details of the monks who came to Emei this time?"

"I've found out." The groom replied, "There are five people in total. The team leader is Tang Xin, who is in the foundation building stage, and the other four are young disciples. The oldest is no more than 11 years old."

"How is the strength of those four little disciples?"

"It seems to be pretty good." The groom said: "The strongest is a little doll named Chen Nianyun, who has reached the third level of Qi Condensation at the age of 11, followed by Yu Chuchu and Dongfang Dan, both of whom are at the second level of Qi Condensation. There is one named Lin Xiaolu, whose strength..."

Speaking of Lin Xiaolu, the groom paused for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

Seeing that he was not moving, the middle-aged man turned half of his face suspiciously: "Is this Lin Xiaolu very powerful?"

"That's not true." The groom quickly continued to respond: "It's just that Lin Xiaolu seems a bit weird. He is the youngest among these people, only eight years old, and he doesn't seem to be a monk."

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard the words, and turned to look at the groom in disbelief.

"Not a monk?"

"Yes! He seems to be a martial artist. Some time ago, our people observed that when people like Emei were recruiting disciples, this Lin Xiaolu was showing off a big stone on his chest, a golden gun piercing his throat, and an iron head..."

Middle-aged man:? ? ?

He was in a bad mood when he heard it, and his serious face was full of bewilderment.

He looked at the groom, and said with anger in his eyes: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

"Subordinates dare not!" The groom was so startled that he knelt down on the ground and said tremblingly: "Patriarch, the fact is true. Our people have seen that Lin Xiaolu from afar, and they really can't feel a trace of spiritual power, and he I have also been performing chest breaking boulders, and the broken ones are really fun."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned tightly, stared fiercely at the groom for a long time before looking away, and looked in the direction of the Taimiao again.

It seems that Emei wants to recruit some outer disciples this time, and this Lin Xiaolu is probably an accompanying outer disciple.

He thought for a while before regaining his composure, and spoke again:

"This time, our Bai family has devoted all of our family fortunes to win Emei's emerald Ruyi. We are only allowed to succeed, and we are not allowed to fail. You are aware of the seriousness of this mission."

The groom and a group of monks responded in unison, expressing that they knew.

The middle-aged man went on to say: "We will attack at noon, that Tang Xin will be handed over to the Patriarch to deal with, Old Liu?"

"Your subordinate is here!" The groom known as Lao Liu responded loudly.

"That Chen Nianyun at the third level of Qi Condensation, I'll leave it to you, be sure to kill him!"

"Subordinates obey!"

The middle-aged man nodded, and then gave the order again: "The others are divided into two parts, one part is to encircle and suppress Dongfang egg Yu Chuchu, and the other part is to deal with the Imperial Forest Army in the capital."

"Of order!" Everyone responded in unison.

And when they responded to the order, the groom suddenly became suspicious: "Patriarch, that Lin Xiaolu?"

"It's just a martial artist. The brothers who deal with the Imperial Forest Army can just eradicate him together."

"As ordered!"

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"After you go to Emei, you can all join my Convincing People with Virtue. I am the leader of the gang. From now on, we will be rich together and never forget each other!" Lin Xiaolu sat on the nail bed and smiled to a group of new disciples who have not yet started.

Dongfangdan on the side also promoted it vigorously: "Brother Lu's Convincing People with Virtue is the biggest force in our Emei. It is very powerful. Everyone can join."

Lin Xiaolu nodded without blushing or heart beating, and continued bragging about the topic: "Originally our head of Emei wanted to make my Gang of Convincing People with Virtue to become the tenth vein of Emei, but I am a relatively low-key person who disdains Doing this kind of thing that competes for fame and fortune, so our Moral Convincing Ren Gang has become an underground organization."

Lin Xiaolu blew all morning, and his tongue was a little numb when he blew straight, which made a group of new disciples whose average age was less than seven years old stunned.

While he was enjoying himself, Tang Xin suddenly called out to him.

"Little deer, come here."

"What are you doing? I'm busy teaching new disciples." Lin Xiaolu muttered impatiently, asking Dongfang Dan to explain the rules to the new disciples, then jumped off the bed of nails and trotted to Tang Xin. .

"Why are you looking for me?"

Tang Xin sat at the table and smiled embarrassedly: "There are a lot of new disciples today, and the spiritual power in the senior sister's body is not enough. You go back to Honglu Temple and help the senior sister get the ring. The senior sister wants the spiritual power in it." stone."

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at Tang Xin's fair and slender but empty hands, and asked in surprise, "You can't even wear the ring?"

"Oh, senior sister, I forgot." Tang Xin pinched his face dotingly, and said with a smile, "Hurry up, senior sister will add chicken legs for you at noon."