Chapter 4 Disciple Battle

Qingyang Zhenren smiled and said, "I don't know about the future, but you live within the sphere of influence of the Jianfeng faction, and our Jianfeng faction will naturally not ignore it. It's just that I have a few questions to ask you. I hope you can answer them well.

Zhang Ziguang nodded and said, "Yes, my disciple knows nothing. Ask a real person."

Qingyang Zhenren nodded and said, "How did you escape this disaster?"

Zhang Ziguang told what happened yesterday in detail. The more his voice came later, the more painful it became. Finally, he couldn't help crying loudly. Everyone in the hall was also shocked and angry when he heard the words.

Qingyang Zhenren frowned and said, "You mean that the man in white didn't miss you, but didn't want to kill you at all?"

Zhang Ziguang thought for a moment and said sadly, "Maybe!"

Qingyang Zhenren looked at each other and others, and there was a confused meaning in his eyes. If the man in white is really murderous, why did he leave this child? If not, it doesn't make sense!

Qingyang Zhenren pondered for a moment and said, "Have you ever known that person?" Zhang Ziguang thought for a moment and said, "I have never seen this person before!"

Qingyang Zhenren sighed and shouted, "Xue Zhi."

"Disciples are here." A sword-front disciple came out, tall and burly, dressed as a layman. Just now, after a sitting short and fat elder, he seemed to be a disciple of that man's family.

Qingyang Zhenren said, "You were the first to find out about Ximu Village. Just repeat the situation on that day."

Xue Zhi's voice was loud and said, "At three o'clock last night, on the way back to the mission, the disciples saw a bright sword light rising to the sky. It was the common rescue signal on the world. I waited to check and saw the fire soaring to the sky, full of corpses. Only this child still breathed!"

Zhang Ziguang trembled and said in a trembling voice, "Brother, have you checked the number of people?"

Xue Zhiyan was sympathetic and said, "I found a younger brother who usually trades firewood with your village. He is very familiar with the situation of the villagers in your village. After his identification and our count, a total of 276 people in 57 households in Ximu Village, except you... are all dead!"

Although he had a hunch in his heart, Zhang Ziguang couldn't help fainting after hearing Xue Zhi's affirmative words and almost fainted.

Qingyang Zhenren sighed gently, brushed his left hand gently, and a small red bead flew out of his sleeve robe and flew to Zhang Ziguang. He rolled a few times on his forehead, and suddenly a cool breath penetrated through his body. Somehow, the tension in his heart seemed to be loosened. He suddenly felt weak and couldn't help lying on the hall and sleeping.

Qingyang Zhenren nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I mean. This child is lonely, and we have to take care of him. It's just that I haven't accepted an apprentice for many years. I don't know which brother can receive him from the door?

The way of cultivation is extremely important. There is often a so-called genius enlightenment in the world, which is better than a hundred years of practice. And the Jianfeng faction has a deeper understanding of this. When the Jianfeng faction was in trouble, it could only rely on a group of amazing disciples to turn the tide and make a desperate Jianfeng faction lively and prosperous. Now it is the right leader in the world.

In addition, it is difficult to find famous teachers, but highly qualified disciples are also rare. Zhang Ziguang is talented and has excellent bones. The elders of this Jianfeng School fell in love with it at a glance.

After being quiet for a while, the short and fat elder coughed and said, "Hey, head brother, you know that I have the fewest disciples among the elders of the Jianfeng School, so I will solve it for you this time."

This person's name is Yang Ruihao, a new elder of the Jianfeng faction. Seven years ago, in the first battle, the Jianfeng faction suffered heavy losses. Four elders fell and one was seriously injured, but many excellent disciples filled the vacancy of the elders. Yang Ruihao is one of them, but this life is scattered and does not like to accept apprentices. Today, it is really rare to be so active. Yes.

After saying that, he went straight to Zhang Ziguang, but was snatched up by the elder Qingyun beside him, blocked him, and said to Qingyang Zhenren, "Brother, today, as soon as I see this child, I feel that I am very close to him. I think he is related to him, so why don't let him fall under my door? Besides, there are many disciples in our family. They support each other and will definitely make them great progress!"

The sword front school has a long history. The elders are kind on the surface, but they all have the meaning of competing with each other inside. Looking at this purple light qualification, no one can say whether it will be the next generation of heroes of the sword front school. What's more, the worst income under the family is only a number of disciples, but they will not give other elders a chance. Originally, no one dared to compete with the prestige of Qingyang Zhenren, but Qingyang Zhenren said that he would not accept it. How can such a good thing be missed?

As soon as Elder Qingyun's words fell, Elder Zhao Zhenghui said, "Brother Qingyun, you have 200 disciples. If all of them have a predestinence with you, your fate will be too much."

Elder Qingyun blushed and was about to speak, but Yang Ruihao said first, "Brother Zhenghui is right. When it comes to the number of disciples, the least of you are more than 100, but there are only more than a dozen people under my family, which is too rare. Better, hehe"

At this time, Chu Qingguang interrupted him and said, "Brother Mo, this child is so poor. What we want to give him is the best care, not the number of people we have." After saying that, he turned his head and bowed his hand to Qingyang Zhenren and said, "Brother, this child is indeed a good material. Please let me put him under the door. I will teach him carefully and make him become a talent to comfort all the dead in Ximu Village."

Qingyang Zhenren pondered for a moment, and Yang Ruihao, Qingyun and others secretly shouted in their hearts. Chu Qingguang was very favored in front of the leader, and the leader probably agreed to his request.

At this moment, a figure appeared and slowly walked into the hall from the door. He was dressed in a flowing black shirt, with endless arrogance between his eyebrows, and his cold and arrogant eyes showed an evil light. He was the only promoted elder in the young generation of the Jianfeng faction, Shangguan Mu!

He strode forward and bowed respectfully to Qingyang Zhenren, "See you, master!" He hugged his fist around again and said, "See you uncles!"

Qingyang was happy and said affectionately, "The evening is back!" Shangguan Mu bowed again and said, "The task assigned by the master has been completed!"

Qingyang Zhenren smiled and said, "Okay, you are really worthy of being the first of the young disciples I sent. You go back to rest and report to me in the evening!"

Shangguan Mu looked at Zhang Ziguang sleeping in the hall, and his cold and arrogant eyes suddenly became different, and he was surprised to say, "Master, I would like to accept this person as an apprentice.

Qingyang Zhenren stopped and said, "Since you want to do this, let him enter your door. It's just that you haven't accepted an apprentice yet. This child is highly qualified. Are you sure to cultivate him into a talent?

Shangguan Mu nodded and said confidently, "I will definitely live up to the high expectations of my master and uncles!"

Seeing that the matter had been settled, everyone said no more and left one after another. Shangguan Mu left the hall with Zhang Ziguang in his arms, but Zhang Ziguang couldn't wake up. He didn't know his fate at all and had unconsciously turned a big turn.

End of this chapter

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