My Fairy Fiancee

Around noon, Zhao Yi followed Yu Xi back to the Yu Jian Hall. At this time, all the disciples of the sect had arrived. There were about 300 disciples in the entire sect, which was considered very few.

Because Yu Xi and Zhao Yi were freshmen, they also stood in the queue of freshmen. There were more than 30 freshmen this year. The rest of the freshmen had changed into green clothes. Only Zhao Yi and Yu Xi were different.

Zhao Yi looked at the freshmen around him and couldn't help but feel a little confused. It was okay that the disciples in this sect were abnormal, but were these freshmen also abnormal?

Just when he was briefly confused, a white-haired old man came out of the Yu Jian Hall. He was wearing a green robe and leaning on a cane. Every step he took seemed very strenuous.

The messy and rough white hair covered half of his old face. His hand leaning on the cane was dry and shiny, and his skin could not see any blood color, like a dying person.

"The sect master is really young."

Suddenly, a freshman standing next to Zhao Yi looked at the sect master in the hall and said something.

Zhao Yi raised his head and looked at the old man, frowning.

"Although the sect master is young, I heard that he is now a powerful person in Yingyue Realm." Another freshman said in a low voice.

"If the sect master doesn't have some ability, how could he dare to establish a sect in this demon-suppressing land?" Another disciple said.

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"Yingyue Realm, is it the same realm as the daisy lotus next to you?" Zhao Yi asked with love.

"Yes, Yingyue Realm strongmen are at least generals in various empires. But I really didn't feel such a strong breath from this old man. On the contrary, I can only feel that his vitality is very fragile, and his realm is only at the peak of the Golden Mountain Period." Yu Xi said.

"They said this is a demon-suppressing land. Shouldn't it be Bamboo Cage City?"

"You were right before. Their spirits may not be in the same world as ours." Yu Xi said.

Just when Yuxi and Zhao Yi were extremely puzzled, they saw that the new students around them were all concentrating on watching the sect master in the hall, nodding from time to time, as if they remembered what the sect master had just said. However, the old sect master stood there motionless, with his head slightly drooped, as if he might fall down at any time.

At this moment, the new student standing in the front suddenly said with a smile: "The reason why I joined this sect... Don't be angry, sect master, it's because I have poor talent and other sects don't want me, so I can only come here."

However, the old man standing above still did not move, and the words of the new student seemed to prove that the old man had just asked them why they wanted to join this sect.

As the first disciple's voice fell, the new disciple behind him also spoke up. His expression was serious, completely unlike the others: "Replying to the Sect Master, the purpose of the disciple joining the sect is to explore the mystery of the monster."

"Replying to the Sect Master, to tell the truth, the disciple is also born useless, and he does not obey fate, so he joined the sect."

...

A group of freshmen began to report their reasons for joining the sect in order. The Sect Master seemed very kind, and the senior brothers and sisters of the sect were also very naughty. They laughed and scolded when they heard the words of the new disciples. They didn't seem to care how they disliked them, nor did they care whether the Sect Master would punish them.

However, the old Sect Master in the hall remained motionless. He lowered his head and listened to the disciples silently.

Zhao Yi and Yu Xi's eyes were always on him, and they found that the old Sect Master seemed to have a lot of emotional fluctuations. After a while, two lines of tears were covered on his old cheeks.

However, this scene did not cause any fluctuations in the eyes of other disciples. They were still talking to themselves and answering the Sect Master's questions.

When it was Zhao Yi's turn, he bowed slightly and said, "Master, I have no spiritual energy in my body, so I want to cultivate my body here."

When he finished speaking, several senior brothers around him suddenly laughed: "You are the worst among them."

The eldest senior brother was extremely nervous and whispered to himself: "It's over. I wanted to hide it from the master, but how come I was discovered so early? My gold coin will be lost!"

The old master's head suddenly raised up, his long white hair spread out, and his face could be seen completely. Both of his eyes were blind, his face was sallow and old, and there were two lines of tears on his cheeks.

"Who are you?" The old master suddenly spoke.

This was the first sentence he said since he came in.

"My name is Zhao Yi."

"How did you get in?" The master's voice became serious, mixed with the hoarseness of old age.

"The eldest senior brother brought me in." Zhao Yi continued.

The old sect master suddenly fell silent, lowered his head again, and after a long time, he said with a sense of relief: "Finally... I'm here."

However, the disciples below couldn't see him at all. They could only see the sect master and Zhao Yi in their eyes. They were stunned when they heard the conversation between Zhao Yi and the sect master in their eyes.

"Junior brother, why is your answer so irrelevant?" A senior brother touched Zhao Yi's arm.

The eldest senior brother also came over quickly, looking nervous: "The sect master didn't ask you how you got in, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Just when a group of senior brothers and sisters were puzzled about Zhao Yi, they suddenly looked at the position in the hall and became puzzled. A senior brother said: "Master, this junior brother is talking to you..."

"Master?"

A group of senior brothers and sisters looked at the master they could see and became even more stunned, because they found that the master they saw did not hear Zhao Yi's words at all, and did not even look at Zhao Yi, and kept talking about various precautions of the sect.

Zhao Yi was finally sure that everything seen by this group of disciples was different from himself. They were not a group of lunatics, but seemed to be under a spell.

"It's a mess, it's all messed up."

The white-haired old master sighed as he listened to the voices of a group of disciples below. After speaking, he began to walk down. His old pace was very slow. He passed by Zhao Yi and Yu Xi and said, "Follow me."

Zhao Yi turned around and followed the old master to the outside. Yu Xi followed closely behind him. Watching them leave, the senior brothers and sisters behind him became anxious.

"Junior brothers and sisters! Come back quickly! Don't be disrespectful to the Sect Master!"

But when they found that the Sect Master in their eyes was still talking there and didn't pay any attention to Zhao Yi, they had to stand still and didn't chase after him.