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Those who enter the Nascent Soul at the age of fifty can be respected as Daojun.

Yuanying is like a watershed, which separates immortals and ordinary people, and also restricts those with mediocre aptitude from Yuanying's door.

Jing Rong is the first Nascent Soul Taoist Lord after Beixiao Sword Fairy Li Zhifeng, filling the emptiness of more than a thousand years. He is the Rongxie Taoist Lord admired by the world, and he is also an eternally outstanding son of heaven.

Watching him enter the Tao for dozens of years, he has never thought about accepting disciples. This time he announced that he would accept closed-door disciples, but he was a mortal picked up from the mountain, and he did not have any assessment; There is no objection, especially for some talented young monks who have always wanted to worship Jing Rong as their teacher.

Nian Qing is one of them. He has been working in the Discipline Hall, and he can be regarded as a registered disciple of Ling Xiao Peak. Now that he is only [-] years old, he has already achieved the cultivation base of the Dzogchen Foundation. He is a truly malleable talent. The young elder was thinking about accepting apprentices, but he didn't agree, and just waited anxiously for his uncle and uncle to accept apprentices.

However, when Mo Lingyun came, his dream was shattered.

But Nian Qing has always been a person of optimism, and comforted himself while doing what he was going to do today: "It's okay, although I can't worship the young suzerain as my teacher, but Master Ning hasn't confiscated his disciples yet, so I still have a chance."

Suddenly there was a sneer from behind.

"What's so good about being a teacher like Bai Ningqing?"

Nian Qing turned back angrily, "You are not allowed to call me Uncle Ning!"

When he turned his head, he saw Yang Song, the young master of the Hengshan Sword Sect, leading his disciples to look at him lazily, "I think you have good talent, so why are you willing to be an ordinary disciple in Xuantian Sect?"

"What about ordinary disciples? My sect is the number one sect outside the Nine Heavens, and the masters of spiritual energy resources are all good." Nian Qing is not easy to talk to, especially this person belittled him. Ask around, who doesn't know that Nian Qing is a loyal supporter of Ning Qing.

You can scold him, but you can't scold Master Ning!

The Xuantian Sect and the Hengshan Sword Sect are a bit of a nerd. After all, the Hengshan Sword Sect has always believed that they specialize in swordsmanship. Unlike the Xuantian Sect, there are all kinds of monks. They should be the well-deserved number one sword cultivator. When it comes to sword cultivators, they all say in unison: The number one sect of sword cultivators?That must be Xuantianzong.

Sure enough, now that Nian Qing mentioned the word "first", Yang Song's face changed, and he said a little indiscriminately: "You are really easy to be satisfied with doing odd jobs under the Lingxiao Peak of the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen. It is easy to admit that you are in collusion with the demon cultivator. It’s really shameless to be an uncle for someone who doesn’t know, ordinary disciples are like this, no wonder Daoist Rong Xie would pick up a mortal who doesn’t have any energy training as a closed disciple..."

"Young master, less master! Stop, stop!" The disciple beside Yang Song was startled and whispered.

"My uncle is unparalleled in the world! It's you who are jealous of his talent, appearance, and good character!" Nian Qing also quarreled, and the two quarreled and refused to give an inch. Interjection, although Nian Qing is only one person, but it can be said that his fighting spirit is high when it involves his uncle and sect.

He and Yang Song were arguing back and forth, when a very unsociable voice interrupted.

"Junior Brother Nian!" The visitor was all smiles, not knowing what Nian Qing and the others were doing.

Nian Qing was about to leave Shibalian, his throat was blocked, he coughed in a muffled voice, cupped his hands at Mo Lingyun and said, "Eldest brother."

"This is the closed disciple that Taoist Rong Xie wants to accept?" Yang Song interjected, he and Nian Qing were arguing like a raging fire, and the tone of yin and yang strangeness has not been changed yet, "No Qi training? It doesn't look good."

"Are you talking about me?" Mo Lingyun pointed at himself, and looked at Yang Song innocently. He remembered this person, after all, Young Master Yun had scolded Yang Song as a fool in front of him.

"Who else could it be?" Yang Song continued to be strange.

"You're right..." Before Mo Lingyun finished speaking, someone tugged his collar lightly to put him behind him. The man's face was like a crown jade, and his light plain clothes made him even more elegant and unparalleled. Coming from Yufeng, it exerted silent coercion.

"My apprentice, it's not yet the turn of others to preach." Jing Rong's voice was just like his own, and it was more lingering.

He didn't even look at Yang Song, and he felt very oppressive.

Yang Song gritted his teeth, trying to force himself to do nothing under the pressure of Yuanying Taoist monarch, but he was guilty and flustered, so he could only say: "I have no intention of doing so, but I feel that there are many talents in the Xuantian Sect. This young Taoist friend The aptitude is better than the one you picked, Daojun..."

"I'm accepting apprentices, can you make excuses?" Jing Rong only gave him such an indifferent glance, and Yang Song was suddenly dumbfounded.

"Or is it that the young master is already so leisurely that he is presumptuous in my Xuantian Sect?"

"no no……"

A group of Hengshan Sword Sect left in a panic, and Nian Qing also took his own broom and said goodbye decisively.

Mo Lingyun glanced at Jingrong and called: "Master?"

Jing Rong just looked at him quietly.

Mo Lingyun couldn't help laughing until he showed his big white teeth. He moved closer and asked in a soft tone: "Are you angry?"

"Don't be angry, it's just a small matter."

Mo Lingyun grabbed Jing Rongxiu.

"..."

"Ling Yun, you have to remember that you are my Jing Rong's apprentice, and you cannot tolerate being bullied by others." Jing Rong looked at Mo Lingyun helplessly, and suddenly felt that it was not good for him to keep silent. Let's talk about cultivation.

"Okay." Mo Lingyun was still smiling, holding on to the corner of Jing Rong's sleeve, calling: "Master, let's go back, I'll make you a bunny panna cotta."

"... I've been bigu as a teacher." Jing Rong looked away uncomfortably, his apprentice always likes to cook him some cute and cute snacks, he is not a child, and he has been bigu a long time ago, but Mo Lingyun is so full It was the look of anticipation that made him unable to refuse.

"I know, I know." Mo Lingyun responded perfunctorily, and when he returned to Lingxiao Palace, he would probably still be the little rabbit he said. The world said that his master was arrogant, but in his opinion, he could always be presumptuous in front of his master, Jing Rong He also acquiesced in his presumptuousness.

Mo Lingyun's mind was in a mess before the apprenticeship ceremony officially started. He only remembered that there were probably a lot of people at that time, and the elders and seniors on the stage were also very solemn.

Only he, the main character, had his patience and reason worn out by cumbersome clothes and complicated etiquette. When he kowtowed three times, his mind was full of thoughts: Who am I and where am I?

Jing Rong seemed to have said a lot of words in a very rare way, Mo Lingyun didn't listen to a word, until the man held the jade crown and hairpin to look down at him, and asked loudly: "Would you like to come under my door?"

"Of course I would." Mo Lingyun answered very quickly. He always had a high ponytail. It was the first time he had his hair tied up. The attendant in charge of taking care of it made his scalp ache. Thinking about it, it was the first time for him to say no. Mo Lingyun, who is in such pain for everyone with a quasi-crown crown, endured it and remained silent.

But now Jing Rong was crowning him, and when the jade hairpin was pushed forward slowly, it didn't hurt at all.

Mo Lingyun, who hadn't slept all night, thought that his vision had blurred to a certain level, but now when he was in close contact with Jing Rong, his world suddenly became clear again. An apprentice needs to kowtow three times to worship a teacher. There are many things to do, to teach the rules of the sect, to combine your own admonitions, and to tie the crown for the apprentice is a small ceremony for the apprentice to enter the house.

At this moment, Mo Lingyun Licheng was led by his attendants to sit in his seat, and Jing Rong had to sit upright as the chief auditor to read out the congratulatory speech and presents from the guests.

He looked at the top for a while, and then couldn't stop looking around. The monks sitting in the front were basically familiar, but he didn't know who arranged the seats. The seats in Changchuan Academy and Biantiantian Arranged at the opposite table, Mo Lingyun glanced over and saw Duan Changkong drinking tea with a sullen expression on his face.

There were two people seated at one table, a young man in a dark blue dress leaned on the table with his elbows to eat melon seeds, and the other one with black hair and black hair wore a mask covering most of his face. The main reason why their temperament is so eye-catching is that under the premise that most of the people present are wearing light colors, the dark clothes of these two people are really eye-catching.

The person eating melon seeds didn't have the slightest sense of being out of tune with the atmosphere of the scene, and even tried to hand melon seeds to the man in black who was sitting upright beside him.It is almost unnecessary to think about it, this person is [-]% different Tianmen master Shu Huayan, no matter how you look at it, he owes you a beating.

Mo Lingyun looked at the two tables with great interest, Duan Changkong was in low spirits the whole time, and it was confirmed that he was overly allergic to Yan Huai, Changchuan Weiyue seemed much calmer, and the hands that passed tea and handkerchiefs Very steady.

While Mo Lingyun was killing time by himself, there were many people who wanted to make friends with him and came to offer tea and toast. The best of the same generation raised their glasses from afar, and Mo Lingyun responded to each of them with a smile. Well, you can't drink."

As for whether this excuse is true or not, only the person concerned will know.

Today is a sunny day. After returning to the peak, Jing Rong taught Mo Lingyun a few sword moves. They have been together in Lingxiao Peak for several months, but Mo Lingyun didn't actually spend much time with Jing Rong. Most of the time, Jing Rong is practicing in seclusion.

But now that Mo Lingyun is officially getting started, Jing Rong should personally teach him the starting skills, and Mo Lingyun writes what he has learned today in a small notebook while looking forward to it.

The day was sunny, but the night was rainy. When the rain was about to come, news came that his Uncle Ning's heart disease had relapsed. Jing Rong watched the rain quietly. Mo Lingyun could tell that he was not in a good mood, and asked softly. He said: "Master? Are you going to see Master Uncle?"

Jing Rong was taken aback, probably because he didn't know what to say, he picked up the sword formula casually, and the Ling Xiao Sword hanging on the temple fell into his hand, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"Well, good." Mo Lingyun nodded, just about to send Jing Rong out of the Lingxiao Palace, but remembered that Jing Rong ran in without an umbrella at all, and shouted: "Hey, Master, wait a minute! Bring an umbrella First!"

When he chased him out with an umbrella, Jing Rong had long since disappeared from the rain curtain. It was obvious that he was going to Qingyun Peak with his sword.

Holding the umbrella, Mo Lingyun looked hesitantly at the rain outside the temple, thinking in his heart that the cold and heat would not invade the Nascent Soul cultivator, he had to catch up on sleep now, he hadn't slept all night, and he had morning classes tomorrow morning.