Chapter 71 Official Worship
At present, a name appears in everyone's mind - Zhiyang spiritual body! This legendary cultivation wizard actually appeared in the Miaocheng Sect. The cold and angry real man waved his sleeves. The huge door of the hall was automatically closed without wind. The huge sound echoed in the hall, making everyone's ears buzz. But at this time, these details have not been paid attention to, and all of them have widened their eyes and resisted Gan Ping, to the Yang spirit body, to the Yang spirit body, the body of the innate fire spirit, and the innate polar yang spirit. Either of these two special constitutions is a role in the billion. Any person who cultivates the truth can be happy if he has one of them. When he woke up with a smile in his sleep, if he had both at the same time, it was the legendary Zhiyang spirit body. It is said that in mythology, the Huode Xingjun of the Heavenly Palace was this Zhiyang spirit body. In an instant, everyone almost doubted whether Gan Ping was the immortal who went down to the earth and was reborn with the body.
A huge sound of cold air sounded in the hall. Everyone breathed cold air as if they had a toothache. The angry real person looked at the little teenager in front of him with burning eyes and couldn't help the excitement in his heart. It seemed that the hope for the rise of the sect should be on this Ganping. Although Miaocheng Sect is still one of the best sects in Zihua Fairy Mansion at present, he knows that today's Miaocheng Sect is not as good as before. When Miaocheng's ancestor was alive, this Miaocheng Sect was simply in the limelight and has been in charge of the real cow ears for hundreds of years. Even for several generations after becoming an ancestor and ascending to immortals in a second, this Miaochengzong is also famous. However, after so many years, the original accumulation of power is no longer there. Even the blood demon ancestor who first entered the realm of Yuanshen dares to come here to show off his power. It is simply amazing. It can be seen how weak today's Miaochengzong has accumulated in the eyes of fellow practitioners. To the point.
At the beginning, for the development of the sect, several branches were listed. After these generations, these branches were strong, but the first series of sword cultivation in the Miaocheng sect fell down, which was far from the name of the sword cultivation sect of Miaocheng sect in those years. The sword cultivation in the sect was not angry real person and Mo Jianfeng. How can people not sigh without sadness? Today, Wei Yufeng's first Mo Shufeng killed the fierce blood demon ancestor Sha Wubei in front of nearly 10,000 disciples with supreme swordsmanship. He thought that in the future, when the disciples in the door choose skills, they will be closer to the way of sword cultivation.
The most surprising thing is the small servant disciple in front of him. The angry real person simply has an impulse to immediately order all the disciples who have not been tested in the sect. If it weren't for Wu Yizi, he might have buried it in the sect with Gan Ping's qualifications. Thinking of this, the angry real person is afraid for a while. If so, then he will become a sinner in the clan for thousands of years. These are all later words. Should we solve the problems in front of us first? I glanced at the people with different expressions. The angry real person coughed a few times. The elders in the hall woke up like a dream and looked elsewhere in embarrassment. It's no wonder that Gan Ping's qualification is really eye-catching. Several elders have begun to turn their eyes and consider whether they should pull down this old face to compete for this disciple.
But they immediately saw Mo Congfeng with golden eyes and gave up their plans. This is not a provolent master, so they should take time to see if there are any outstanding people among the same group of entry-level disciples. Wu Nuzhen looked at Gan Ping, who was a little panicked, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. If it hadn't been for the name of the master and apprentice who was boundless, he would have had the cheek to fight for it.
Gan Ping's scalp was numbed by the strange eyes in the hall, especially the Tong Xuanqing around him, who grew up and looked at himself with ghost-like eyes, which made Gan Ping mutter in his heart. Is there anything wrong with him? Why is the atmosphere so weird? In the end, it was his new master Wu Yizi who relieved Gan Ping. "Ha ha, since it has been tested, can you salute the teacher?" Everyone looked at each other and said bitterly that this person is better than others, and they have to throw away goods. If compared with the new apprentice of Wu Yizi, the disciple they were proud of before was not even a scum. Everyone said yes, but they even shook their heads.
Wu Yizi didn't care what they thought. He called Xuanqing, who was still in a daze, and ordered him to carry a chair and put it aside. He tidied up his clothes by himself. He sat on the chair and was ready to accept Gan Ping's worship. Gan Ping also experienced this gift of worship when the Ma family gathered, but the object at that time was Mr. Zhang. At present, he stepped forward and knelt down three times and nine times in the presence of everyone. Finally, he took the tea bowl from the boy beside him and offered it respectfully. Wu Yizi reached out and took the tea bowl, but did not put it to his mouth. He looked straight at Gan Ping in front of him. The master of Yuanying's cultivation hand holding the tea bowl trembled a little at this moment.
How lonely it is on the road to cultivation. I don't know how many practitioners treat their disciples as parents and children. This endless hundreds of years of cultivation is just because their eyes are too high, and even a disciple has not been included. I have always regretted that today, how can I not be very excited to accept such an excellent disciple? He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked Gan Ping's head and muttered, "Good boy, good boy!" I can't say anything else,
Gan Ping raised his head and saw the silver-haired boundless look excited, and his eyes were full of love. Under his eye contact, the original guard in his heart was finally put down, and the face of the silver-haired old man in front of him gradually merged with Mr. Zhang's concerned face. Gan Ping kowtowed again and shouted, "Master--" This sound of the master was sincere and did not have any pretentious intention. Gan Ping was already in tears.
Thinking that this teenager has suffered a great change, he has entered the mountain gate, deeply cherished the peerless skills and magic weapons, and can't be panicked all day long. He is worried about how to save Linger. He has already been haggarded for a long time. Now that he has corrected his reputation, there is a support in this sect. How can he not suddenly relax his heart? Wu Yizi drank the fairy tea in the bowl, stretched out his hand to help Gan Ping, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up and down, and said, "Okay, good apprentice, come on, here are three volumes of Tianyan Danshu, which is the secret of my fire hall. I will teach you today. I will practice hard and don't be ashamed of being a teacher." With that, boundless took out three simple scrolls from his arms. The color was slightly yellow, and I didn't know what kind of material it was made of. The style was quite simple. Gan Ping raised his hands above his head and took them in his arms.
Wu Yi Zi looked at Gan Ping, frowned, stretched out his hand to take off a wooden hairpin on his head, and put it into the Gan Ping's hair bun. The rest of the people's hearts jumped when they saw it. It seemed that the boundless Zi really loved this disciple very much, and actually gave the hard-won spiritual evil ebony hairpin to the disciple. This gift of worship was too valuable. More. Some elders who are not very rich are secretly bitter in their mouths. Isn't this boundless man to take out such a valuable gift to worship his teacher? Isn't he forcing himself and others to send a heavy meeting gift? Mo Zhenfeng is really not wrong, this old fox. But when I thought that when I accepted my apprentice, I took out a lot of elixir and the expression of physical pain, I was relieved.
Wu Yizi looked at the wooden hairpin on the head of his beloved disciple and said, "Gan Pingwu, this is a gift for you for your teacher. This has the effect of calmness with the spiritual ebony hairpin, and the effect of taking care of the mind. When you practice, you can protect the soul." Hearing this, some elders secretly slandered themselves. What the old man said so lightly, maybe what kind of pain is in his heart? The effect of this spiritual ebony hairpin is more than that? The effect of resisting extraterritorial demons alone is enough to make the practitioners flock to it. Wu Yizi paused and said, "Let you see your uncles and uncles." With that, he led Gan Ping to the crowd.
In addition to the inner and outer doors, the official disciples in this sect are the inheritance disciples. The qualifications of the inheritance disciples are far beyond ordinary people. They are the mantle of every elder. Whether the next generation of disciples in the sect is prosperous depends on the qualifications and number of inheritance disciples. The selection of inherited disciples is extremely harsh. The first requirement is the heart, and the second is the qualification. If the heart is insufficient, it is very likely that the club will entrust non-human and do its best to produce a harmful horse for the sect. In that case, it will be too late to regret it.
Wu Yizi also observed Gan Ping's mind for several months before deciding to include it under the door. This disciple is extremely suitable for Wu Yizi's appetite. He is gentle and elegant, and he is not shocked in the chaos. He is not in line with those tired and lazy disciples. Today, it is finally right to include it under the door, and the mood of the boundless can be imagined.
"This is the real angry uncle of the head. His cultivation is already the peak of Yuanying. Like your uncle Mo, he is a sword practitioner, and he is the first person to practice sword in the sect." Hearing this, Gan Ping couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly. He just saw that Mo Lianfeng was so powerful that he was still under the angry real person in front of him. If the leader took action, he would have quickly bowed and saluted him as his uncle. Wuqi Zhenren smiled and knew that this boundless son came to ask for a gift for his new lover. The old man would also be clever and praise himself as the best master in the world. If he lightens this gift, he would not be able to take it.
Thinking of this, the angry real person took out a sword charm of about three inches from the ring and handed it to the Gan plane. Seeing that the sword talisman's face also changed, he quickly blocked Gan Ping and said repeatedly, "Brother, your gift is too heavy. I'm afraid this child can't afford it." Gan Ping looked curiously at the silver sword charm in the hands of the Angry real person. The silver light on the small sword charm flashed and the flying sword drawn on it twisted slightly like a living thing, as if it was about to break through the air.
"This child's qualifications are extraordinary. It is the hope of the rise of my sect. I will pass on this Qingyuan sword charm to him. At that time, if he is in danger, he can also use it to resist one or two." Seeing that the angry real person insisted on the request, Wu Yizi had to order Gan Ping to accept it.