Chapter 265 Ceremony 1

(First update!!!)

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In the temporary wooden house, the sound inside is completely blocked by notes.

After listening to Zhou Xing's words, Song Yu looked at him. In the past few months alone, Zhou Xing has changed a lot. It is really difficult to recognize people who have not been seen for several years.

Song Yu suddenly looked at the Lord of the Golden City again. The latter lay on the ground and did not move, like a dead corpse. Brother, what should this person do?

Zhou Xing glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'm still useful for this person. I'll keep him by my side for the time being." He looked at Lin Yumu, who was **, with a trace of concern in his eyes. "As for Brother Lin, who suffered this injury to help me, I want to find a way for him to recover as soon as possible."

Song Yu and Mo Qianglong naturally had no problem, and several people fell silent again.

After a long time, Zhou Xing's eyes swam from Song Yu to Mo Qianglong and whispered, "Brother Song, Uncle Mo, this time you can only join the Liang School in the name of the third generation of disciples of Liang. After all, the master is not here, and there is no support except for ourselves. In terms of name, I'm going to wrong you." There was a hint of apology in his words.

Although he recognizes Song Yu as his younger brother, if he joins the Liang Sect and makes those three generations of disciples who are far more powerful than Song Yu call him uncles, I'm afraid it will arouse a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Brother, I've seen this. It's just a false name. In the future, I will call my brother uncle." As he spoke, Song Yu looked at Mo Qianglong with a strange smile on his face.

"Humph!" Mo Qianglong's goat at the corner of his mouth said, "I don't care about this name. What's wrong with calling the master as his uncle?" In the world of cultivation, I'm just a beginner.

Zhou Xing smiled. His mind was the scene when he was in Qiyun Mountain. Time is like a shuttle, and the time is like an arrow. It seems that a few spring and autumns have passed.

There are still a few hours left, and it will be dawn. Will it be like praying for clouds here?

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As soon as the dawn broke, the red sun came out of the sky, rising slowly, and the brilliance under the oblique light was full of vitality.

Some of the disciples of Yu Liang School heard a bell ring as soon as they walked out of the door, "Dong!" It resounded through the whole beautiful hill. Many disciples who are still practicing are awakened by the sound of the bell.

"Dong! Dong..." Then, two more bells rang, overflowing all over the field.

The insects and birds sang and echoed. Suddenly, this quiet mountain became lively.

More disciples woke up from practice and walked out of the door. Most of them walked together in groups and talked with confusion.

"Why did the bell ring? Did something happen?"

"I seemed to hear something last night, but I was still practicing and didn't pay attention to it."

"Let's go and have a look on the mountain."

The three bells ring, which means that the disciples are asked to gather at the main hall halfway up the mountain, except for the disciples who are practicing hard in isolation.

One after another, the vast majority of the three generations of disciples extended the mountain road and went to the main hall of the Liang School.

Yu Liang School almost continues the Taoism of Qiyun, from the corner of the mountain to the peak, dividing the living points according to their cultivation and strength. The ordinary three generations of disciples are all below the mountainside. The second generation of foundation-building disciples live in the mountainside. As for the two Jindan ancestors, they are naturally on the top of the mountain.

There are about 100 people in the Liang School, among which the Jindan monk has only two ancestors, who are a generation of disciples.

The second generation of disciples are all building foundations. Including Yuan Xuyang, there are only 12 people in total. There are more than 90 disciples of three generations, among which there are many low-level and middle-level practitioners, and there are not many basic monks who practice high-level qi.

Although the Qiyun lineage is divided into five sects, most of the disciples still take Elder Lv Wei as the orthodox, and the number of followers of the other four sects is obviously much less.

Instead of the disciples of Qiyun, those who joined the Liang School, such as the scattered cultivation of the League of Eight Kingdoms, except for one person's strength to build the foundation, the rest are all low-level disciples.

Therefore, it naturally has nothing to do with a Qiyun disciple who has reached the foundation to join the Liang School and hold a ceremony.

Five of the second-generation disciples of the Yuliang School are not out, and four are closed. Only three can participate in the ceremony, one of whom is Yuan Xuyang himself. Therefore, Yuan Xuyang did not go to make more preparations, but only informed the other two foundation-building disciples in the form of passing notes.

Not far from the main hall, there is a wooden house, surrounded by a small round field, which is flat. There are many different flowers and plants on it. Next to the field is a thin mountain spring. The sound is clear and clean.

The bell rang, and a moment later, the door of the "squeak" wooden house slowly opened, and an old man with a white beard slowly walked out. He was dressed in a simple green robe, with an amiable face, like an ordinary old man, but his expression was indifferent but he dared not underestimated. He took a look at the rising sun and the pink clouds, and said to himself, "Since Brother Yuan sent a message to me, it would be bad if he didn't go to the ceremony. I have never heard of the name of rain and dust, and I want to see if it is old.

The old man with white beard brushed his sleeves, and the door of the wooden house closed. He seemed to take a slow step. After a few steps, he was already a few feet away. Then he turned around and scratched a few strokes in the air with his hands. The invisible ripples ripples rippled in the air. He saw many forbidden in the air of the wooden house and the field. , and then disappeared.

After starting the prohibition defense, the old man Baixu walked in the direction of the main hall, and after a short time, the figure disappeared.

If Zhou Xing saw this old man with white beard, he would be secretly surprised. This is the master he is praying for. It's just for all kinds of reasons. He didn't bow three times and nine times, and he didn't really worship his teacher.

At another place on the mountainside, at a glance, it was full of dense cypress willows. After the bell rang, one of the willows gradually faded, like a phantom, and a cave appeared in it.

The cave, seen from the outside, is less than a foot deep, and you can directly see the inside of the cave. Suddenly, a figure strangely came out of the soil in the cave, as if the soil was just air.

The figure walked to the entrance of the cave, squinted at the direction of the main hall, and then brushed his hand on the cave behind his back, and the cave completely disappeared.