Master Xuanyin remained expressionless, but he still said softly, "I've seen Senior Sister Liu."
Reverend Liu Xuanling smiled and nodded, then turned around and sat down with Reverend Xuanyin on the two purple chairs. The eight early-stage alchemy masters waited until the four middle-stage alchemy masters sat down before taking their seats.
Seeing that the fourteen alchemy masters had arrived, the welcoming boy retreated. A middle-aged scribe in the late stage of hemolysis who had been following Xuanmiao Daoist came forward and said loudly: "The ceremony of apprenticeship begins now, everyone apprentices!" Disciples come forward to offer incense to the Patriarch!"
Lu Ping followed all his disciples to the Tianling Temple, offered incense and kowtowed to the ancestors who enshrined the Daoist Alchemy of the past generations of the True Spirit Sect, and hoped that the ancestors of the past generations could protect the prosperity of the True Spirit Sect and protect the success of all the disciples.
The entire ceremony was solemn and solemn, even Lu Ping did not dare to go beyond it.
After paying homage to the ancestors of all dynasties, the middle-aged scholar said again: "All the disciples come forward and salute the teacher!"
Lu Ping saw that the disciple who was called stepped forward to bow to the real person he wanted to be his teacher, and bowed respectfully to the teacher. Lu Ping stood there but was dumbfounded. He still didn't know which real person his teacher was. After arriving, I don't know which real person to salute.
Just when Lu Ping was at a loss, the middle-aged scholar had already sung his name: "Huang Lidao Lu Ping, former disciple of the Seventh Team of the True Spirit Bieyuan, stepped forward to pay homage to the teacher!"
Lu Ping panicked and hesitated whether to explain the situation in public. If so, wouldn't it mean that the teacher he didn't know forcibly recruited students without his consent? At that time, wouldn't the teacher I don't know lose face in front of all the real people, even if I go to her old man's door again, I am afraid that the old man will not like it.
Lu Ping slowed down after hesitating. The middle-aged scribe presiding over the ceremony saw that there were still such impolite disciples, and he already felt sad for this person in his heart, so he shouted again: "Huang Lidao, Lu Ping, go forward and pay homage to the master!"
Not only was Lu Ping sweating profusely, but all the disciples were looking at each other in blank dismay. Lu Ping was about to bite the bullet and go forward to explain the situation, but he found that only the real person Liu Xuanling and the real person Xuanmiao who was on duty in the Tianling Palace were watching with a smile on his face. I and the other real people didn't know who Lu Ping was, but they just used their eyes to wander among the group of disciples who were about to apprentice.
Lu Ping's heart moved. Although he didn't know who his teacher was, it was obvious that his teacher must know him, otherwise he wouldn't have specially ordered him to be accepted as a disciple. Apart from knowing myself, other real people obviously don't know who Lu Ping is, so my teacher can only be real person Liu Xuanling or real person Xuanmiao.
The girl in palace costume who came to look for me that day told me very clearly that it was her mother who wanted to take Lu Ping as an apprentice, so her teacher was naturally a Jurchen, so it could only be the real person Liu Xuanling.
The more Lu Ping thought about it, the more reliable he felt, and his mind suddenly became active. The girl that day was also wearing a palace costume, and the real Liu Xuanling was also wearing a palace costume today. Lu Ping recalled the girl's appearance that day again, and found that there were indeed many similarities with the real Liu Xuanling .
Just when the middle-aged scribe was getting annoyed by waiting and was about to call Lu Ping's name again, he saw a young man in his twenties suddenly walking out from among the apprentices. Immortal Liu Xuanling lowered his head, made a heavy salute as a teacher, and said: "Disciple Lu Ping, I have met the teacher. I wish the teacher will improve his cultivation and enjoy a long life!"
When Lu Ping bowed down, his impulsive mood suddenly calmed down, and then the cold sweat immediately came down. His previous guess was just an inference, and there was still no evidence after all. He will also be punished for the serious crime of bullying his master and destroying his ancestors!
Just when Lu Ping was thinking wildly, a soft voice sounded, immediately making Lu Ping feel amnesty: "There is no need to be polite, just get up first!"
Lu Ping stood up, saw Master Liu Xuanling looking at him with a smile, and hurriedly turned around and retreated to the disciples who were apprentices. After all, he made the right bet. Lu Ping secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was still too impulsive at first, but this Accidentally walked through the gate of ghosts, and a gust of wind blew past, and Lu Ping realized that his back was already soaked in sweat.
Although these thirty or so people have worshiped the teacher, there are still differences among them. After passing the test, most of them can only become the registered disciples of Daoist alchemy alchemy. If they perform well in the future, they can naturally be promoted to official disciples; People, on the other hand, are formal disciples and become enviable objects.
If you think about it, the True Spirit Sect said that there are nearly ten thousand monks in the middle and late stages of hemolysis, and less than a hundred Daoist alchemists. There must be dozens or hundreds of disciples, so it is inevitable to adopt the method of registering disciples.
Lu Ping didn't know whether he was a registered disciple or a formal disciple. After everyone finished their apprenticeship, there was one last item left, and it was also the item that the monks who watched the ceremony talked about most: offering the ceremony of apprenticeship!
Sure enough, the middle-aged scribe saw that all the apprentices had met his teacher, and he shouted: "The last item of the apprenticeship ceremony, all the disciples present the apprenticeship ceremony!"
In fact, the True Spirit Sect held the apprenticeship ceremony in front of the Tianling Temple in front of the monks of Tianling Mountain. Her original intention was to inspire the adventurous and enterprising spirit of all the disciples. You can't let others underestimate it, but then somehow Daoist Diandan's face problem was also involved, which made it a little more complicated.
This time, the middle-aged scribes did not read the names of the disciples according to the list just now, but determined the order of their disciples' presents according to the status of the real people present: "Xuan Sheng's disciple Luo Zihuan presents the teacher's ceremony!"
Lu Ping paid close attention to him because the real Xuan Sheng just called his teacher Liu Xuanling "mother".
I saw a monk who had reached the fourth level of hemolysis and was about the same age as Lu Ping. A somewhat confused monk came to the real Xuan Sheng, grabbed his disheveled hair with his hands, and then took out the bag from the storage bag at his waist. A jade crystal box, said: "I don't have much skills, I found a monk's relic in the buffer sea, got nine thousand-year-old spiritual grass, and dedicated it to the teacher!"
Master Xuan Sheng took the jade box, nodded and smiled and said, "It's great to get nine thousand-year-old spiritual herbs!"
Nine thousand-year-old spirit grasses are indeed not a small amount. On Feiling Island, Lu Ping and others often fight for one thousand-year-old spirit grass.
Sure enough, many monks watching the ceremony shouted "Hello!" At the same time, they also thought of the sparse applause. Luo Zihuan listened to the praise of Xuan Sheng, and heard the applause of everyone in the audience. He smiled silly and stood there. Choose Sheng Sheng's next song.
Lu Ping thought about his five furnaces of Zhuyan pills. Twenty-five strains of spiritual herbs were used for nearly a thousand years, which was enough to refine a batch of ordinary cultivation pills in the early stage of forging pills. One hundred and fifty plants, although the success rate of pills is low and a lot wasted, but they are pills after all, and coupled with his status as an alchemist, their value is far higher than these nine thousand-year-old spirit grasses, so he will not give them to him. The teacher was ashamed.
The teacher dedication ceremony continued, and then a monk who had hemolysis level 4 came up, but the teacher apprentice ceremony was a total of fifty middle-grade spirit stones. Obviously, this spirit stone is not a small burden for him, and it took a lot of thought. However, the monks watching the ceremony did not buy it. In their view, giving spirit stones is like giving gold and silver to ordinary people. It is really vulgar, so many people booed.
The cultivator's face turned pale, and beads of sweat came down, but Master Xuanchang, the teacher on the seat, took the gift with a smile, and said, "The fifty middle-grade spirit stones are also given with all my heart, very good!"
The monk heard Xuanchang's words, and then he came to his senses, thanked the teacher gratefully, and stood down.
Lu Ping looked on in astonishment, no wonder everyone attached so much importance to the ceremony of appreciating teachers. If you put it high, you can't lose the teacher's face, and if you put it low, which monk can stand this kind of ridicule under the eyes of everyone!
Next, the apprentice monks came forward to offer gifts one by one. There were various kinds of apprenticeship rituals, some offered magic tools, some presented spiritual materials, some brought out materials obtained from hunting monsters, and some offered talismans. There were also those who sent treasure maps, and some other strange things, which opened Lu Ping's eyes a lot.
Of course, there were also those who offered pills.
No matter what kind of teacher's apprentice ceremony is given by the disciple, whether it is precious or not, whether the monks watching the ceremony boo or applaud, the real people who accept the disciple's teacher's apprenticeship ceremony all have a calm expression on their faces, and they all have a few words of encouragement with a smile. A look of dissatisfaction with the gift comes.
In the blink of an eye, thirty-four of the thirty-seven people had finished their apprentice ceremony, and there were only four disciples left on the field, including Lu Ping, and ten of the alchemy masters on the stage had also completed their apprenticeships, leaving only Reverend Liu Xuanling and Reverend Xuanyin sitting on the two purple seats in the center, and two Reverends in the mid-stage forging alchemy next to them are the Reverend Xuanjing and Reverend Xuanhuai who arrived with Jinpeng and Baiyun respectively. .
Lu Ping was curious which of the three real people were the disciples of the other three, so he looked at the other three. At the same time, the other three also noticed each other. Obviously they had the same idea as Lu Ping. The four looked at each other, making The atmosphere between each other seemed weird and unusual.
The middle-aged scribe who presided over the teacher apprenticeship ceremony also seemed to say that he was tired at this moment, and took a break intentionally or unintentionally.
All the monks of the True Spirit sect watching the ceremony off the field also turned their attention to these four people at this moment, and they were obviously very interested in the apprenticeship ceremony of the last four people.