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Jing Rong's apprenticeship ceremony is scheduled for after the beginning of autumn.

The Xuantian Sect has many rules and regulations, and non-primary disciples are not allowed to learn the sect's techniques. Mo Lingyun has not performed the ceremony of apprenticeship, so he can only learn Zongzhi and Sijing Yizelu from ordinary disciples at this moment.

Ning Qing took on the lectures of Zong Zhi and others. During the class, Mo Lingyun could often be seen under the stage. The young man had a bright smile, and his high ponytail matched with a school uniform was neat and tidy. He tried hard to stare at the boring content to prevent himself from falling asleep. The appearance is also very funny.

Since it is the history of the Xuantian Sect, it will inevitably talk about the outstanding people since the establishment of the sect. The disciples in the sect have listened to it over and over again, but Ning Qing still has to explain it according to the scriptures in class, which is convenient for the few beginners like Mo Lingyun. .

"My Xuantian Sect is famous for its swordsmanship, so it's natural that swordsmanship is indispensable. Today I'm going to talk about the master of the free swordsmanship——Sword Immortal Li Zhifeng." Ning Qing's tone was clear and moist, which relieved some of the heat in midsummer.

Mo Lingyun sat cross-legged, listening to his uncle on the stage explain Li Zhifeng's accomplishments in the way of swordsmanship, he was unconsciously distracted.

He was originally a man born to wander in the mountains and fields, and meeting Jing Rong was a huge turning point in his ordinary life. A person like a banished fairy descended from the sky, and he slashed the demon wolf all over the mountain with a long sword.

Mo Lingyun thought that his mind must have been hammered by wolves at that time, and he grabbed Yubai's wide sleeve and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can you take me away..."

This fairy was sympathetic to all sentient beings, and stretched out his hand to Mo Lingyun before he completely fainted, and replied: "Okay."

When Mo Lingyun woke up again, he had already left the southern border and entered the northern border. The exile beside him overlooked the high mountains and told him that his name was Jing Rong, and he would be his master from now on.

Mo Lingyun has heard of Jing Rong's name before. If he is an orphan raised by nature, then Jing Rong is the darling of the world, a peerless genius who is famous all over the world. These two diametrically opposite people sometimes cross each other.

"Master."

"I'm here."

After that, it is now.

The person giving lectures on the stage was his uncle Ning Qing, who had already entered Jindan at a young age, and he was considered a rare genius in the world, but compared with Jing Rong's talent, the one who is more famous than his talent is the number one of Xuantianzong...

knock knock.

The sudden sound of knocking on the table brought back Mo Lingyun's thoughts. When he raised his eyes, Ning Qing was standing beside his table, and said in a warm voice: "Nephew, although it is inevitable to be in a trance in midsummer, it cannot be neglected." studies."

"Disciple understands." Mo Lingyun adjusted his sitting posture, and answered in a serious manner. He realized that he almost tilted his head out of the window just thinking about it, and he was not scolded for this. It was really not easy.

I don't know if it's because Ning Qing has a good temper or because he has a good relationship with his master.

Mo Lingyun stayed in Xuantianzong for a month, and he got a general understanding of the people he needed to remember. His master may not be able to see him in seclusion all year round. His master Jing Rong also inherited the fine tradition of his master, and he would not see anyone in seclusion at all times.

The other uncles who are of the same generation as Jing Rong are only Ning Qing and Yun Jing in the sect, and Qin Wujian is in retreat.

Ning Qing has a very good temper, except that he likes to grow flowers and plants in his own hall when giving lectures, Yun Jing is much more detached, and he speaks carelessly.

"You are the senior brother of a disciple of the same generation, you have to show your aura." Yun Jing rubbed against Mo Lingyun's food and gave him a thumbs up. The rice is also delicious!It's definitely not because she can eat it.

"I didn't even recognize everyone..." Mo Lingyun glanced to the right, he couldn't answer Yun Jing's words, his master strictly adhered to the school rules, he can't even draw Qi into the body now, and his brothers and sisters of the same generation build foundations The successful ones are walking all over the place, and he doesn't think it's okay to ask a group of monks, brothers and sisters who have successfully established their foundations, with a cultivation level that has not even been trained.

"How about I teach you?" The short-handed Yun Jing blinked, and as expected, he heard Mo Lingyun's refusal: "I'll wait for Master."

"Okay then." She said casually, practice is very important about the succession of masters, and it is fine to give pointers to her own nephew, but it is his master who can lead people to start.

Jing Rong silently followed the rules, and Mo Lingyun could only wait.

Waiting and waiting, the first batch of people who are going to participate in Jing Rong's acceptance ceremony will arrive.

Mo Lingyun felt that Xuantianzong was haunted by immortal aura, the mountains and rivers were good and everything was good, and now, even the visitors had their own immortal aura.

Seeing that Ning Qing led his disciples and the group of people in Taoist uniforms greeted each other, he said a few polite words to lead the way to the guest house.

Mo Lingyun and Yunjing hung on the tree and whispered.

"Little uncle, are these people from the Zhongnan Temple?"

"That's right, although Zhongnan Mountain is in the south, it can still be regarded as being in the north. It is expected that they are the first batch to arrive." Yun Jing's gaze fell on the leader of the Taoist priest, and saw a group of people approaching. He hurriedly hid with Mo Lingyun in the dense leaves, if brother Zhelan caught her climbing a tree with his nephew, what would happen? !

I have to say that there are quite a lot of etiquette among the monks. They greet each other and say goodbye when they are sent outside the guest residence. Mo Lingyun leaned against the tree trunk and vaguely heard Zhong Nanguan and his party discuss that Ning Qingxuan Tianzong's number one beauty is worthy of the name. , successfully reminded him of the thoughts he had broken off before.

"Senior brother, since Fellow Daoist Ning is looking for someone, why didn't he ask you for a divination?" The discussion on Ning Qing continued.

"We will meet each other if we are destined, so why ask for a divination." The leader of the Taoist priest answered smoothly, and Mo Lingyun hadn't listened to what they had to say before Zhongnanguan and his group entered the residence.

"Uncle Ning is looking for someone?" Mo Lingyun tilted his head, and he just asked casually, unexpectedly, Yun Jing, who was always chattering, fell silent, and after a while he said in a bad tone: "Look for a blind man."

"blind?"

"If you don't run away, you will be caught by the patrolling disciples later, and you will have to go to the Discipline Hall for a day." Yun Jing didn't answer him this time, and jumped off the tree first and left.

"Uncle, wait for me?!"

……

But at this moment, the Northern Boundary Monument, thousands of miles away, ushered in a new visitor, and the breeze accompanied the words of the travelers to the north.

"Fu Jun, come and let me make a fortune for you." The idle young man from south to north continued his self-talk on the third day, mainly because his companions ignored others.

The man in black and black hair walked forward, and the young man in Chinese clothes who was beside him clamoring to tell him a fortune-telling also fell behind.

"I watch your Red Luan star move, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster~ hey?! Fujun, wait for me, Fujun?!"

******

In the early autumn, the northern border is still hot and dry. The cloud scene leading the team to welcome guests is extremely boring. The inns in the town at the foot of the mountain were full, and the people who received the invitation letter from Xuantianzong also arrived one after another.

Just waiting for the apprenticeship ceremony to start.

"Brother, why did you invite someone from a different world?" Yun Jing flipped through the posts, and suddenly saw a pair of posts by Shu Huayan and Yan Huai. , They didn't even see a single figure.

"With the power of Bie Yangtian, even if they don't hand in the post, they still have a way to come in. It's better to be more generous, so as not to fall into the shoes of others."

Ning Qing had to think twice before making a decision on whether or not to post to Bie Yangtian. Bie Yangtian, as the number one intelligence force in the four realms, claims to be absolutely neutral, but their core figure, Yan Huai, was born as a demon cultivator. , will inevitably be criticized.

If Xuantianzong didn't invite, his momentum would be at a disadvantage, and if he invited, it would arouse people's daydreams a lot.

After much deliberation, Ning Qing simply invited the two core figures of Bie Yang Tian, ​​Shu Huayan, the head of Bie Yang Tian's sect, and Yan Huai, the governor of the house.

Yun Jing took out the post and asked the disciple beside him who received the post: "The person who posted this post, how many people are they here?"

"My little uncle, two people."

"Yo, it's really just the two of you?" Yun Jing was amused, and asked again: "How is it, what does that Fujun look like?"

"This... that young master is wearing a mask, and I didn't see it clearly." The little disciple paused, and thought for a while that the young master who had been fanning the fan all this time might be the rumored other Tianfu Lord. Noble, looks quite upright."

"Oh." Yun Jing suddenly lost interest. The main reason she was interested in Yan Huai was because people who had seen Yan Huai's real face said he was good-looking, very good-looking.Yun Jing thinks about it, in terms of good looks, who can be more beautiful than her senior brother Zhelan and Jing Rong?

At that time, how did the man answer her?Well, he hesitated to speak, with a look of embarrassment, and waited until Yun Jing was about to leave before he continued: "I still think Mr. Yan Fu is better looking."

Ah? !What are you kidding? !Her senior brothers Ning Qing and Jing Rong, one is a moon in the world, and the other is a fairy in the sky, how can this demonic cultivator compare? !

Yun Jing, who was successfully angered, completely forgot that she was the one who asked this matter first.

Ning Qing on one side was not affected by Yunjing at all, and concentrated on correcting the after-class summaries handed in by the students, curling the corners of her lips from time to time, but did not laugh out loud, obviously amused by the content.

He gave his disciples a lesson about Li Zhifeng, the Sword Immortal of Beixiao, and some of his disciples concluded after the class that they wanted to bravely climb to the Heavenly Heaven. Within ten miles, there are divine powers everywhere, and it is a place that cannot be set foot.

On the third day after Ning Qing and Yun Jing were stationed outside the mountain gate, Mo Lingyun also came over, and it was said that Jing Rong wanted him to recognize someone.

Mo Lingyun is still full of vitality, and he likes dark clothes, which can't be changed. The black clothes, black hair and high ponytail look heroic, that is, according to Yunjing's words: add a black face scarf to rob houses up.

"Little uncle, how could you say that about your nephew?" Mo Lingyun feigned anger, Yun Jing looked up and laughed uncontrollably, the friendship between the two was built on Mo Lingyun's excellent cooking skills, for this reason, always delicious Yun Jing was just short of calling Mo Lingyun brothers.

The two of them were laughing and laughing at the moment, and when someone came, they immediately stood up straight and presented the momentum of a big sect disciple. Ning Qing didn't have the hobby of admonishing others, so he let them make a fuss, explaining the person who came to them from time to time who.

"The leader is Duan Changkong, the head of Changchuan Academy, and the one next to him is Changchuan Weiyue, the only daughter of the dean."

"People from Changchuanze, it's rare to see them." Yun Jing sighed, then remembered something, and said in shock, "Duan?! The one in Yaowanggu?!"

Ning Qing nodded and signaled that Yaowanggu had unilaterally disagreed with their Xuantianzong. This time, the young lord took in disciples, and they hesitated for a long time whether to hand over medicine to Wanggu. However, the master of Yaowanggu ran to Chang He went to Sichuan Academy as a disciple, and now that he is here, it can be considered that Xuantianzong invited Yaowanggu.

"He is so nonsense, I am afraid that the bearded master Duan will lose his anger." Yun Jingyue, who knew the reason for the disagreement between the two sects, watched Changchuan Academy and the group go to the sect.

Ning Qing was noncommittal, and only focused on key figures to introduce to Mo Lingyun. When there was no one else, he added in a low voice: "Remember, Senior Nephew Ling Yun, a disciple of the same generation, no matter which sect or sect, you must call you senior brother, don't mess it up." seniority in the family."

"Okay, uncle." Mo Lingyun responded, and remembered another subtle thing, "Well, uncle, let me ask a question. Among the disciples of my generation, what is the highest level of cultivation?"

"It should be Jindan, Duan Changkong, chief of Changchuan Academy, is Jindan early stage."

"...Are you sure I want to call you Junior Brother?"

"Ah."

"...Okay, uncle."

It's quite a surprise that he has no qi training and is called Jindan cultivator junior brother.