"Wow, so green, so green." A young girl behind Elder Luo looked at the bright green light and couldn't help but murmur with emotion.
"My friend!" Elder Luo walked quickly to Jiu Hui and said, "I am an elder of the Wanhuo Sect. I wonder if you are willing to become a disciple of the Wanhuo Sect?"
Under the dazzling green light, he discovered that the Wanhuo Sect also had a strong affinity with this little girl.
In a trance, he felt that Elder Mo's eyes were full of coldness when he looked at him. When the green light faded, Elder Mo, who was sitting at the table, still looked cheerful.
I knew it, Wangshu Pavilion doesn't even have a powerful person to show off, and yet it has to shamelessly go to various major sects to beg for money every now and then. How dare they have the guts to give him a cold shoulder? He must have been dazzled by the green light just now.
"Please forgive me, Elder. I cannot join the Wanhuo Sect." Without waiting for Elder Luo to persuade her further, Jiu Hui bowed and apologized to Elder Luo.
Tomorrow she will write a letter back to the village and tell them the story of "A girl from a mountain village, who attracted the competition of elders from two major sects when she came out of the mountain", which brought honor to the whole village.
She is worthy of being the hope of the whole village.
"My friend, you may not know that my Wanhuo Sect has many famous teachers, the elders of the sect are highly skilled, and the elixirs and magical instruments..."
"When I was young, an old man in the village told me that I was afraid of fire and couldn't get close to people or things related to fire." Jiu Hui explained seriously: "He was very accurate in his predictions. All of us in the village believed him."
When out of the house, the younger generations who don’t listen to the advice of their elders suffer a lot.
Therefore, her greatest strength is that she listens to advice and is not willing to suffer.
Elder Luo opened and closed his mouth, closed it and opened it again, and finally closed it with a trembling mouth.
He glanced at the cheerful Elder Mo, then at Jiu Hui with a sincere face. He was speechless for a long time and finally turned and left.
No matter how good the talent is, his Wanhuo Sect will not accept disciples who are not smart enough.
"Otherwise, how can we say that you and I are destined to be together?" As soon as Elder Luo turned around, Elder Mo couldn't wait to speak: "Our Wangshu Pavilion is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with many flowers, trees and water. If this is not fate destined by heaven, then what is it?!"
Jiu Hui nodded, her eyes sparkling: "Uncle Bu also said that I am suitable for a place with mountains, water and many trees."
Elder Luo, who had already walked a few steps away, sneered and said, "Of course Wangshu Pavilion has many mountains, rivers, and trees, because apart from these, they have nothing else."
This ignorant and foolish child from the mountains, after she has wasted half her life in Wangshu Pavilion, she will regret it so much when she thinks about her refusal of his invitation today.
"I would like to join Wangshu Pavilion. Please agree, Elder." Jiu Hui didn't care what Elder Luo thought. She took a step back and saluted solemnly to Elder Mo.
"Get up quickly, get up quickly." Elder Mo smiled so much that his eyebrows were not visible. Without waiting for Jiu Hui to finish her greetings, he quickly reached out and supported her: "With such a great talent like you, it's boring to look at other people. I will take you back to the sect now."
If he didn't leave now, and someone else discovered the girl's talent, wouldn't they snatch it away from him
Only by bringing her back to the sect and performing the ceremony of inducting her into the sect can the matter be settled.
"No more assessments?" Jiu Hui looked at Elder Mo in confusion. Before leaving the mountain, in order to successfully become a disciple, the entire village accompanied her in making countless preparations. She didn't expect that all these preparations would be useless.
"Hasn't it been assessed just now?" Elder Mo pointed at the jade pendant in his hand and said, "When I accept disciples from Wangshu Pavilion, what matters is fate."
Elder Luo, who was passing by again, heard this and could no longer bear it, so he sneered and walked away.
Come on, do you care about fate? You can't recruit disciples with good qualifications. It's rare to find one with decent qualifications, and you are afraid that others will snatch it away!
"Elder Mo, what does this elder mean?" Jiu Hui looked at Elder Luo's proud back as he left. This elder had a bad temper. No wonder the sect's name contained the word "fire".
"Don't pay attention to him." Elder Mo lowered his voice and whispered, "He is jealous that our Wangshu Pavilion has received a disciple with such good qualifications as you."
"Alas." At this point, Elder Mo shook his head regretfully: "We cultivators value peace of mind and freedom from fate. Jealousy is the easiest thing to change one's mind. Don't worry, people in Wangshu Pavilion don't have this problem. Your sisters and brothers are all very good-tempered."
A new disciple of the Wanhuo Sect who happened to pass by accidentally said: "..."
Why does this sound so weird? Has their Wanhuo Sect been stepped on
Could this be the sinister sect fight that was rumored
"If you want to become my disciple, my sect is willing to accept you as a disciple. It's better to do it today than to wait for a better day. I will take you back to the sect right away." As he spoke, Elder Mo had already waved his sleeves and put all the items on the stall into his sleeves, even the chair he borrowed from the Wanhuo Sect next door.
Jiu Hui stood up and handed the stool she had just sat on to Elder Mo: "Elder, don't forget the other stool."
Elder Mo remembered that this stool was borrowed from the Qiushui Sect next door. He smiled and used a move to hide the stool in his sleeve.
Frugal and thrifty, not wasting a single needle or thread on the sect, this new disciple is obviously a perfect fit for their Wangshu Pavilion.
"Elder, how do we get back to the sect?" Jiu Hui looked up at the sky. Some of the sect members had already started to leave. The Jade Flying Boat, the Golden Flying Tower, the Pegasus and the Divine Bull and other flying magic weapons shuttled through the clouds, which was fascinating.
“Master, Master!” A man and a woman in the crowd waved their hands and ran towards Elder Mo at a very fast speed: “Master, the flying boat of Wenxingmen is about to set off. If we don’t go there now, we will miss it.”
The two ran to Elder Mo and noticed Jiu Hui's presence. They stopped and stared at her blankly. After a long while, they spoke cautiously: "Master, is this our... Junior Sister?"
Elder Mo stroked his beard and smiled: "This is the young friend who has a great affinity with my Wangshu Pavilion. Young friend, these are my two useless disciples, named Changhe and Luoyan."
"Hello, junior sister." The two of them forced a warm smile at Jiuhui.
"Hello, Senior Brother Changhe and Senior Sister Luoyan." Jiu Hui bowed and saluted. Although she had not yet officially joined the sect, the people in the sect had already welcomed her.
Perhaps, this is the personal charm that the whole village hopes for.
After they greeted each other, Jiu Hui noticed that there was a young man with nine fingers following behind them. The boy's hair was neatly tied with a wooden hairpin and he was wearing a thin blue robe. Although the robe was made of ordinary cloth, it was neat and clean without a single wrinkle.
He stood quietly behind the two of them, his head slightly lowered, revealing his smooth and white forehead. Jiu Hui couldn't see his face clearly.
"Let's talk about it once we're on the flying boat." Elder Mo threw out the gourd from his waist, which spun a few times in the air and turned into a huge gourd boat. He lifted several juniors onto the gourd boat and said, "Hold on tight!"
Jiu Hui didn't even have time to utter a "wow" before the gourd flew out. In a few moments, they had left the immortal platform and stopped in front of a huge flying boat.
She followed Elder Mo and others and jumped off the gourd. After looking up at the flying boat, a young man in a green robe walked towards them.
"Greetings, Senior Mo." Qing Heng walked up to Elder Mo and bowed.
"It's Qing Heng." Elder Mo reached out and patted Qing Heng on the shoulder: "Are you guys preparing to return to the sect?"
He glanced at the flying boat. There were dozens more people on the return trip than on the way here. It seemed that asking the Star Gate was quite fruitful.
"That's right." Qing Heng glanced at the young disciples behind Elder Mo and understood what they meant by the music: "Senior Mo, if you don't mind, please accompany me on the journey so that we can take care of each other along the way."
“Since you have invited me so kindly, I will not be polite.” Elder Mo stroked his beard and laughed, “When you first joined the Star Questioning Sect, I felt that you had a bright future. Now it seems to be true.”
"Thank you for the praise, senior. I am unworthy of it." Qing Heng bent down and made an inviting gesture.
"How can a young man underestimate himself?" Elder Mo stepped onto the deck with a smile, and Changhe and Luoyan also flew onto the boat.
Jiu Hui took two steps and saw that the boy with them was still standing there blankly. She whispered, "Follow me quickly."
She had never been on such a big flying boat before, and it was free. How could she miss such a good opportunity
The young man hesitated for a moment, but still followed Jiu Hui awkwardly, stepping on the ladder that Wenxingmen had built for new disciples, and walked up with his head down.
"This new junior fellow disciple is a little thin-skinned." Chang He held the sword and whispered in Luo Yan's ear: "This requires more practice."
"Young people always have to save face..." Luo Yan hadn't finished speaking when she saw the new junior sister walking on the cloud ladder and greeting the people from Wenxingmen with a bright smile, as if she had known them for many years.
"Well... there are also young people who don't care so much about their reputation." Luo Yan touched his nose.
"Thank you, Brother Qingheng." Stepping onto the deck, Jiu Hui bowed and gave Qingheng a brilliant smile.
"No, you're welcome." Qing Heng's ears were red as he returned the greeting with a bow: "Your and my sects are neighbors, so it's only natural that we look after each other."
"Although the new junior sister has not yet become our disciple, she already has the style of our sect." Luoyan sighed: "We have made progress. We have helped the sect recruit such a good disciple." "Master, what is the name of the new junior sister?" Changhe asked Elder Mo.
Elder Mo: “…”
He seemed to have forgotten to ask the young man's name.
"Senior sister, my name is Jiu Hui." Jiu Hui leaned her head closer, still smiling: "But I have no father or mother, and grew up eating food from the whole village, so I don't have a surname."
"Ah..." Luo Yan was stunned for a moment before she stammered, "This name, this name is really nice."
Looking at the smile of the new junior sister, and thinking of the fact that she had been an orphan since childhood and that Luoyan had been away from home for many years, her conscience began to ache.
Damn her.
Jiu Hui smiled even brighter: "Thank you, Senior Sister." She turned her head and looked at the young man in blue robe: "May I know the name of this fellow disciple?"
"My name is Zhiyou." The young man raised his head, and Jiuhui saw his appearance clearly. He had sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a jade-like complexion. There was a clarity in his eyes that came from a new home.
"Zhiyou?" Jiuhui laughed dryly: "It's a good name."
Whether it sounds good or not is another matter, but at least it is novel.
"Zhi means fortune and luck. You means strategy." Chang He shook his head and explained, "Junior brother, this is a good name."
Unfortunately, his elders passed away early and his aptitude was extremely poor. Even with the will left by his elders, no other sect would accept him. In the end, only their Wangshu Pavilion was willing to take him in.
During the conversation, the flying boat of Wenxingmen had slowly taken off. Jiuhui spotted Yuluan on the deck, but seeing that other people from Wenxingmen were talking to her, she did not go over to disturb her.
The flying boat rose higher and higher, and when it was about to sink into the clouds, a hurricane suddenly came from nowhere and broke the huge flying boat into two. Jiu Hui just grabbed something when she was blown away.
When she fell to the ground, Jiu Hui and the person whose sleeves she grabbed rolled several times on the ground and fell into the ditch.
"My new clothes!" Jiu Hui wiped the mud off her face, looked down at her muddy dress, and gasped with heartache.
Her clothes! Her new clothes!
Aunt Jiao made new clothes for her overnight so that she could look beautiful when going out!
She looked around angrily. There were several ordinary people lying on the ground, wailing in pain. One of them was the young man who had shown her the way before.
Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, and his originally clean and tidy clothes were covered in dust.
Jiu Hui quickly ran to the young man and asked, "How are you?"
The young man opened his eyes with difficulty. The girl in front of him had a face covered in mud, so his eyes could not see her features clearly, but he still recognized who she was at a glance.
"Miss, Miss..." Just two words made him spit out a large mouthful of blood. He looked towards the distant house with gloomy eyes, where his home was.
He knew he was going to die. How could an ordinary person with a life span of only a few decades bear such a heavy blow? Unfortunately, before he left, his mother specifically told him that she would stew a big goose for him so that he could go home early.
Now that he can't go back, how sad his mother must be.
Jiu Hui poured a pill from the storage ring and stuffed it into the young man's mouth. After doing so, she realized that her hands were covered in mud. She secretly glanced at the mud on the corners of the young man's mouth and put her hands behind her back guiltily.
"I… "
A black shadow flashed by, and Jiu Hui felt as if she had ascended to heaven. No, someone was strangling her neck and she ascended to heaven.
The man who was pinching her was wearing a black robe with blood-red patterns embroidered on the hem. He didn't look like a member of a prestigious family at first glance.
“Yin Ji, I’ve told you before, if you dare to hurt her, I will kill everyone in the world.” The man in black robe was suspended in mid-air on his flying sword, his eyes coldly looking at a flying boat that was standing in the clouds: “I’ll count to three, if you don’t come out, I’ll strangle her to death.”
Jiu Hui: “Ah?!”
No, do you have any brain disease
What does your grudges have to do with me
"one."
The flying boat was silent.
"two."
The flying boat was still motionless. The immortal cultivators all around had already taken out their magic weapons and surrounded the man in black robe tightly, but because he was holding a little girl covered in mud in his hands, no one dared to take action.
Jiu Hui saw that they looked serious and guessed that the man in black robe might be very difficult to deal with.
"Look, the Silver Master who claims to protect the world is unwilling to show up for a lowly ordinary person like you." The man in black robe lowered his head and saw that the person he had strangled was covered in dirt and mud. His trembling and incompetent appearance really annoyed him. He threw her heavily to the end of the sword, and with a slight tap of his fingertips, a golden light turned into a thin rope that wrapped around Jiu Hui's neck.
The thin rope was getting tighter and tighter. Seeing that the man was shaking with fear but didn't dare to struggle, the man in black robe didn't want to look at him any more. Instead, he looked at the flying boat: "Three..."
"Stop it, devil!" Five men and women holding swords flew out from the boat, "Why do you want to involve innocent people in your feud with Master Yin Ji?!"
"Since you don't want to involve others, why is Yin Ji hiding and not daring to come out?"
The leader of the five sword-wielding men and women was a woman in red. She looked at the black robe and said, "Do you think it is possible that the Silver Master is not here at all?!"
The wind made the corners of his black robe rustle. He looked very domineering as he stood proudly with his sword in hand, but everyone just felt embarrassed.
In the end, it was the man in black robe who broke the awkwardness: "You cowards, I will kill all the people in this city today, and let..."
Puff—whoosh!
A knife was deeply stuck in his waist.
It was a rusty knife.
A butcher knife that was so rusty and blunt that its corners curled.