Eighth Stargate.
ninth city.
when!
when!
when…
Eighteen heavy bells suddenly sounded on the first peak, distant and solemn.
broke the calm here.
Countless Eighth Star Sect disciples looked towards the ancient city in the depths of the sky, with shocking expressions in their eyes—
"The ninth city? The first peak? Eighteen bells? This is... Another calamity has entered the sanctuary?"
"Eighteen, someone must have entered the sanctuary again!"
"Who is it this time?"
"Our Eighth Stargate... Has that kind of lucky person appeared again?"
Countless people exclaimed.
Soon, someone brought the most accurate news—
"It's not that someone has been consecrated, it's the real person with dead wood who accepts apprentices!"
The news shocked countless people.
"What? Master Witherwood accepts apprentices? Stop making trouble... Master Witherwood has not come out for almost half a calamity, right? Also... Master Witherwood never accepts apprentices? How could he suddenly accept apprentices?"
"Is it wrong? Is it the real Kuchiki?"
"It's a real dead wood? What the hell! Who is so awesome?"
"Did I hear it wrong?"
For the disciples of the eighth star gate, the fact that the dead wood person accepts disciples is even more incredible than someone who has become a saint.
Real Dead Wood, Senior Elder of the Eighth Star Gate, City Lord of the Ninth City, and Peak Lord of the First Peak.
Shouyuan unknown, realm unknown, combat power unknown.
There are rumors that this big man has been holy before the endless years, and has a very high status in the eighth star gate.
But unlike other sanctuary great disciples who have disciples and grandchildren all over the world, the dead tree real person never accepts disciples.
There is even a legend that even the Holy Master of the Eighth Star Gate once opened his mouth and hoped that he would accept a disciple, but was directly rejected by the dead wood master.
No face at all!
How could such an old man with character accept apprentices
For a time, countless people swarmed towards the ninth city. Even if you are not qualified to enter the first peak, you must feel the atmosphere up close.
At the same time, everyone is very curious, what is the sacredness that can make the dead wood real person make an exception
Ling Yi knelt in front of an old man of Daogu Xianfeng. He didn't quite understand why the demon girl let him worship under the door of a star gate sanctuary, and he didn't know what the relationship between the dead wood real person and the demon girl was.
But he still came and saw the dead wood real person.
After meeting, without waiting for him to speak, the Daogu Xianfeng old man smiled and said to him, "Are you here?"
Until now, Ling Yi was confused and bowed to the door of the dead wood real person, listening to the melodious eighteen ancient bells roaring, and still a little bit in his mind did not return to his senses.
There are many doubts in my heart. The biggest possibility is that this is the nail that the demon girl nailed to the star gate!
But if you think about it carefully, no matter what level, age, or seniority, this sanctuary power in front of you doesn't seem to be much worse than a demon girl in all aspects, right
Could it be that the relationship between the dead wood real person and the demon girl is like that of Lian Pingping and himself
He didn't understand.
But he knew one thing: he had succeeded and became a disciple of the Eighth Stargate.
Yes, it's that simple.
Incredibly simple.
Whoosh!
swoosh swish...
A large group of people with different images rushed directly to the apprentice site of the first peak.
There was a look of surprise on his face.
Some people even came to the scene and directly asked: "Withered wood, what's the situation?"
This kind, in the eighth stargate, obviously has a very high status.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to be so presumptuous in front of a sanctuary almighty.
The other people who came directly to the scene were similar, and the tone was a little more polite at most—
"Old guy, do you want to accept an apprentice?"
Facing the doubts of a group of people, Daogu Xianfeng's dead wood master did not lift his eyelids, he drooped his eyelids, and said lightly: "You have entered my sect now, and you will be my disciple from now on, don't forget to do harm to all beings."
Ling Yi knelt in front of him and waited for him to continue speaking.
But the old man seemed to be finished.
"No?" Ling Yi raised his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"It's gone," said Real Dead Wood.
"… "
Is it so sloppy
Just one door rule
In addition to not doing harm to all living beings... Is there nothing else
There are dozens of rules for elementary school students...
"Kowtow!" The dead wood master didn't even have a disciple, so he didn't even have a master of ceremonies, he did all the work himself.
Even the eighteen bells just now were struck by the old man himself.
Ling Yi kowtowed three times.
"Get up, from now on, you will be my apprentice."
Ling Yi was somewhat stunned, not even a little unresponsive, thinking that this is the end
The group of people who came were ignored by the dead wood, and finally couldn't help it.
An old man with the same Daogu Xianfeng glared at the dead wood real person: "No, I said dead wood, who is this kid?"
"My apprentice." The dead wood master raised his eyebrows and said lightly.
"I mean, what's his name? Also, what is his virtue and ability? How did he become your apprentice? Where did he come from?" Like a sanctuary.
Rather like a curious baby full of gossip.
"It's none of your business?" Withered wood glanced at the man, then looked at the others, and said lightly: "I'll take an apprentice, what are you all doing? What does it have to do with you?"
"Old guy, are you too sloppy? Do you accept apprentices like this?" Another man who looked like a young man with the word "powerful" written all over his body looked at Real Dead Tree.
"Have I violated the rules?" Real Dead Wood looked at the man: "Besides, even if I violated the rules, it's my business. What does it have to do with you?"
The young-looking man frowned and thought about it seriously, but he didn't seem to be able to find the place where Real Dead Tree violated the rules.
After all, accepting apprentices is a private matter, and as long as you recognize the person, others have no right to interfere.
Sanctuary accepts disciples, and the only thing that needs to be represented to the outside world is to ring the ancient bell on the mountain peak eighteen times, indicating that a major event has occurred.
The eighteen ancient bells were all tolled by the old man himself.
Deaf ears can hear.
"What's his origin? Withered wood, you can't be confused and keep some people of unknown origin around." Someone reminded.
Real Dead Tree sneered twice: "When did Stargate have such rules? Have all your disciples reported to me? Why don't you talk about the identities of your respective disciples first? Tell me what their parents are. Humans too?"
A group of people were suddenly speechless.
It's actually very private.
Because some sanctuaries accept disciples and say they are disciples, they may actually be illegitimate children, or female...
Some shameful old sages dress themselves up to be smooth and slippery, go out to play secretly, and sometimes accidentally make a man and a woman.
Your own seed is always in charge.
If there is no way to bring it back to the Stargate publicly, it will be received by him in the way of accepting apprentices.
Carefully nurture it as if it were your own.
Uh, it should be your own... right
Anyway, this kind of thing is not uncommon in Stargate.
No one would be willing to make the identity of such a "disciple" public.
Therefore, being so stunned by the dead wood, the group of people who came here suddenly lost their words.
But these old things are not so easy to fool.
Someone winked at Real Dead Wood and asked, "Isn't this your illegitimate child?"
"Fuck you." Daogu Xianfeng's dead wood real person's tongue was fragrant.
Ling Yi, who was kneeling there, almost laughed out loud on the spot, all the previous doubts disappeared at this moment.
without it.
This old man is in his heart!
Life is alive, if you want to live a more transparent life, shouldn't you laugh and scold as you please
In order to pretend to be a civilized person, you have to let scolding words roll back and forth in your stomach, are you tired
As long as everything is worthy of the heart and the world, who needs to be explained
Tell your grandma a claw!
"This deity accepts apprentices today. On the happy day, take it easy, and don't come to disturb the situation!"
"If you have that kind of intention, send a gift to meet you. If you don't have that kind of intention, it's not uncommon for the deity to get out of here."
The dead wood master continued to spit out the fragrance of the lotus and sneered at the group of people in front of him: "Your illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters are trying to get into the deity's place and fail, so you are jealous, right? Come and ask, how old are you?"
"Why is the real person still so hot?" A clear voice came from the distant sky.
Then, a colorful bridge... appeared from afar, extending to the first peak of the Ninth City.
The next moment, Xianle fluttered.
Under the huge purple canopy, a young man in white sat on the top of a white tiger with kindly brows and drooping eyelids.
A group of powerful people stood around, holding various sacrificial utensils.
It's like a New Year's picture.
Fairies dance, fairies play music.
Ling Yi couldn't help but look back and tut twice in his heart: This pomp... I'm afraid it's not something that the Holy Master of Stargate has
Real Dead Tree looked up in that direction, and said lightly, "I didn't expect this old guy to accept an apprentice and even the Holy Master would be alarmed. It's so good."
Grass.
Really the Lord
Is it so easy to see
Come here without restraint
Ling Yi stood up directly from the ground.
A group of people who had come here before frowned.
Where did this wild boy come from
Too unruly, right
The Holy Master is here, what is your identity, dare to stand and see you
"Come over to me."
Real Dead Wood didn't care about Ling Yi getting up from the ground at all, instead he smiled with relief, his expression was no different from that of his old father protecting the calf.
Ling Yi sauntered to the side of Real Dead Wood and asked in a low voice, "Is this the Holy Master?"
"Yes, doesn't it look like you can pretend to be forceful?"
The voice of the dead wood is also very small.
But the question is... Are all these people present in the sanctuary
Even the boy on the first peak is about to cross the peak of tribulation!
Even if the two of you want to discuss, can't you use sound transmission to show some respect
What is the difference between this kind of whispered discussion and the roar of Hong Zhong Dalu in the ears of the sanctuary creatures
What made them collapse even more was yet to come.
Ling Yi nodded: "It's a little bit, it's really grand."
"… "
Everyone was speechless.
Is it not enough for the eighth star gate to have a lawless dead wood real person? Want a little dead tree
The young Holy Master in white under the canopy couldn't help frowning slightly.
The white tiger with his benevolent eyebrows on his back also rolled his eyelids and glanced at Ling Yi, his human eyes filled with curiosity.
The little guy is very fat
But the great people have a common skill, which is called: spit on one's own face.
So they didn't hear it.
The Eighth Holy Master moved from far to near, and came to the first peak. Beneath the huge canopy, the White-robed Holy Master looked at Ling Yi up and down with a smile, and said lightly, "Reward."
A maid walked from him to Real Dead Wood, holding a tray in her hand.
On the tray, there is a silver-white ring.
There is nothing magical about it from the outside, but it is not an ordinary thing given by the Holy Lord.
The group of people who came here earlier all frowned, and some even couldn't hide the jealousy in their eyes.
It is also a sanctuary that accepts disciples, and others have never been rewarded by the Holy Lord.
This is the first time.
Why
Unexpectedly, the dead tree frowned slightly, looked at the white-robed Holy Master, and asked with some distrust: "You didn't play tricks on this, did you?"