Xiao Ran was almost frightened by the old man who was close to him.
Fortunately, he resonated with the mind and body, and he quickly stabilized his mind.
I found that the reason why the old man came so close may just be simple...
Shortsighted.
Next, the old man suddenly asked Xiao Ran a question:
who are you
Xiao Ran thought to himself, shouldn't I be the one to ask this sentence
I, a young face, appeared in the elders conference room. Besides being a new disciple of the sword-wielding elder, who else could it be
The Spring Frog and Qiu Chan were also frightened by the old man. The distance was too close, so he had to raise his stubby neck, exaggeratedly look up, and take a closer look.
"Ink, Ink Cartridge, Master Uncle..."
The two girls were also very curious.
The real person of the elder ink box of the refiner has been living in the sword-casting peak all the year round. He has sharpened his sword every ten years and rarely goes out. He only makes a symbolic appearance at the elders meeting, but he has not expressed any opinions at the meeting for decades. .
Why did he suddenly run up to Xiao Ran and ask who he was
Spring Frog didn't think much, and immediately introduced the old man to Xiao Ran:
"This is the sword-casting elder of this sect, the real ink box."
Xiao Ran had heard the two girls introduce the real person ink box before, and thought that this old man has sharpened his sword in ten years, no wonder he has become short-sighted.
Qiu Chan introduced Xiao Ran to the old man:
"This is the direct disciple that Master Lingzhou just accepted—"
Before the name was announced, the old man rudely interrupted the introduction.
"I'm not asking who you are now, but who you were before."
I used to be a great socialist successor!
Xiao Ran asked:
"Why did the uncle ask that?"
The old man put his hands behind his back, and stared at Xiao Ran with a pair of deep and dark old eyes.
"Because you seem to have something to say about the sword fence..."
Is this all seen
Is the sword fence your masterpiece
Xiao Ran doesn't know much about spirit patterns, but its construction level is quite high!
Unexpectedly, the master swordsmith is also a construction expert.
Xiao Ran was busy learning to sell and explained:
"It's like a bun shop clerk who doesn't know anything about painting. Facing the peak of a famous painting, he can only say whether it looks good or not. The master doesn't need to care about the disciple's humble opinion."
The pinnacle of famous paintings
The old man stroked his beard, these four sword fences are indeed his peak works.
But this new disciple seems to have a different opinion on its details.
"What the old man sees in your eyes is not a peak, but... a flaw."
Xiao Ran felt very strange.
The old man saw that he had a slight idea of some details of the sword fence.
But the old man was not like other people who saw a mortal disciple, who would curiously observe it with his divine sense.
From the beginning to the end, he did not look at Xiao Ran with his divine sense.
As if in his eyes, the cultivation base is only a trivial matter, and the selection of the sword elders must have special considerations.
The old man seemed to have a questioning tone, but in his deep and dark eyes, there seemed to be a faint expression of depression.
Xiao Ran bowed his hands and said:
"It's the disciple who was abrupt."
The old man smiled and shook his head.
"No one can stand abruptly in front of the Heaven-protecting sword fence without being hurt by its Heaven-protecting will."
Xiao Ran was speechless.
At this moment, Bo Yunzi's cloud-like neutral voice came from outside the door:
"Everyone is here, let's start."
The old man was slightly regretful and said:
"Perhaps... Sometime after the elders' meeting, Junior Nephew Xiao can come to Zhujian Peak to sit and sit, and the old man will be treated as a cup of tea."
After speaking, Xiao Ran was left slightly puzzled.
Have a cup of tea
Are the elders of this sect so amiable
not far away.
Ling Zhouyue beckoned Xiao Ran into the seat.
Near the beginning of the meeting, she saw the scene just now.
She didn't expect that the stuffy gourd, the real ink box, would take the initiative to strike up a conversation...
When things go wrong, there must be demons!
Lingzhou Yuejian frowned slightly and found that things were not simple.
Could it be that this old man has also taken a fancy to my precious apprentice
Don't you understand the principle of first-come, first-served, and famous flowers have their own owners
After meeting with Xiao Ran, she asked cautiously:
"What did this old man say to you?"
Xiao Ran answered truthfully:
"Master Ink Box wants the disciples to have time to sit at the Sword Casting Peak, and he will definitely wait to make a cup of tea."
Waiting for a cup of tea
Ling Zhouyue coughed dryly, leaned into Xiao Ran's ear, and whispered:
"This old man has sharpened his sword in ten years, and he has no time to study the tea ceremony. It must be a trap. You don't want to go."
Xiao Ran didn't intend to go, but deliberately pretended to listen to the words of the master.
"Follow the teacher's instructions."
Xiao Ran's respect for his teacher and filial piety gave Ling Zhouyue an inexplicable sense of distance, and there was an illusion that he might lose him at any time.
So he pulled Xiao Ran closer, put his arms around Xiao Ran's shoulders, and said with a smile:
"Don't be so polite. I'm very approachable. Besides, everyone is young. There's no need to be overly cautious. It's not like getting along with older people, where there is a generation gap."
The real Yinyue behind him:
"… "
Generation gap
Xiao Ran only felt his elbows soften, as if he was hitting something, and lowered his head and glanced sideways.
Well, there is no generation gap... but there is a deeper one here...
…
main hall.
Five long Aoki desks embroidered with red patterns are placed together in a five-pointed manner.
It is the seat of the head and the four elders.
All direct disciples stand behind the long case of each master to listen.
In addition to the fixed seat of the head of the North, the remaining four seats are all random seats.
Ling Zhouyue's strength is the first of the four elders, but she sits in the lower southeast position and cedes the upper northeast position to Yinyue Zhenren.
Xiao Ran stood behind her, his mind full of generation gaps.
He was deeply remorseful.
But there is no way, he is just a mortal, and he cannot rely on his cultivation to suppress the unclean thoughts brought by hormones.
Just divert attention.
So I looked around.
The sword-casting elder Ink Shard, who had accosted him just now, sat in the northwest seat.
In theory, this is a more noble position than the other three elders.
Also consistent with his identity.
According to the introduction of Spring Frog and Qiu Chan, Zongzhi Mountain is located at the end of the fire vein, and the surface water source is very abundant, so he has been good at forging and refining since ancient times, especially swords.
The saber and flying swords produced by Zongzhishan are sold well in the True Spirit Continent, which is the main reason why Zongzhishan can stand in the end of the law.
Among them, the real person of the sword-casting elder ink box is indispensable. It can be said that he is the mainstay of Zongzhishan. Sitting in this position is convincing.
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Behind the real ink cartridge.
His direct disciple, a tall, thin young man, used an iron ring to seal his eyes and ears, giving him a sense of ancient martial arts.
Famous teachers produce high apprentices, but this person's name is Gao Shi. It is said that in the future, he may become blue and green, and it is the future of Zongzhishan.
It is said that he was originally a talented sword sharpener, but his thinking diverged, he had too many ideas, and was easily distracted by foreign objects, so he was forced to wear a blindfold by the real person of the ink box. Only sharpened a big sword in one hand.
When Xiao Ran looked at him, he was also looking at Xiao Ran, the green light flashed on the iron ring, which made people shudder.
Xiao Ran quickly retracted his gaze.
Southwest bit.
Sitting in the mouth of Spring Frog and Qiu Chan, the great villain, the precept elder—
Huangfu group.
This is an unsmiling middle-aged man with a restrained and fierce look on his face. His facial features are like carvings, but he does not have any sense of handsomeness.
The direct disciple behind him is a fat man who is also stern.
His name is Luo Sheng. According to the two girls, his real name is Huangfu Luosheng. He is the son of Huangfu Qun.
This is almost an open secret in Zongzhishan.
The father and son kept their eyes closed from the beginning, and did not look at the others.
at last.
Xiao Ran looked north.
The long case is empty.
The chief did not come.
Beside him, a neutral-looking monk in white stood alone. It was Bo Yunzi who had previously notified the elders meeting.
Different from Wen Run when we first met, this time, Xiao Ran felt a powerful aura in Bo Yunzi.
Spring Frog Qiuchan said that Bo Yunzi was the strongest in the sect except for the head and Ling Zhouyue, and he was stronger than the other three elders.
Xiao Ran guessed that a junior suddenly became strong in front of the elders, and maybe something was about to happen.
Without seeing the head, the precept elder Huangfuqun asked sharply:
"Where's the sect master? Why isn't there yet."
Bo Yunzi explained:
"Because Nether suddenly broke into the great formation of protecting the mountain, causing the relapse of Master's old illness, it was just decided that the disciple should act as the host."
"you?"
Huangfu Qun looked sullen and suspicious.
Xiao Ran can understand why the precept elders are so arrogant, even the head of the sect doesn't look at it.
The era of the end of the law is coming, and the cultivation world has suffered heavy losses. In order to jointly resist the ghosts, all the sects of the true spirit continent have jointly formed the Dao Alliance.
Daomeng pays attention to the law, and will drop a precept elder to each sect.
The duty of the precept elders is to monitor and adjudicate all the illegal things in the sect, and even the sect master cannot do whatever he wants.
However, for an independent faction like Zongzhishan, it is difficult for the power of the Dao League to penetrate, and its discipline elders are still assigned by the sect, and they only need to report to the Dao League on a regular basis.
This invisibly elevates the status of the precept elders.
After being released, Huangfu Qun was not satisfied with Bo Yunzi's explanation.
"Senior brother didn't arrive, can't sound transmission come over?"
Bo Yunzi hurriedly said:
"Master, watching the sky at night, speculates that the concentration of spiritual energy in the world of self-cultivation may drop sharply after three years, so the old man wants to try to rush through the calamity once within three years."
"what!"
Huangfu Qun's sharp eyes froze in shock, and they stood up.
The crowd was also shocked.