My Debauched Devotion

Xiao Ran was almost frightened by the old man who got close to him.

Fortunately, with the body protection of resonance, he quickly stabilized his mind.

I found that the reason why the old man came so close may be simply...

Shortsighted.

Next, the old man suddenly asked Xiao Ran's question:

who are you?

Xiao Ran thought to himself, shouldn't I be the one to ask this question?

I, a young and fresh face, appeared in the elders' meeting room. Besides being the new disciple of the elder holding the sword, who else could I be?

Spring Frog and Qiu Cicada were also frightened by the old man, the distance was too close, so they had to raise their short and thick necks, exaggeratedly looked up, and took a closer look.

"Master Mo, ink box, hello..."

The two girls are also very curious.

The real person of the refining elder, the ink box, has lived in Zhujian Peak all year round. He has sharpened his sword for ten years and rarely goes out. He only shows up symbolically when the elders meeting is held, but he has not expressed any opinions at the meeting for decades. .

Why did you 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 elder of our sect who made the sword, the real person of the ink box."

Xiao Ran had heard the introduction of the real ink box from the two girls before, thinking that this old man had honed his sword for ten years, no wonder he became short-sighted.

Qiu Chan introduced Xiao Ran to the old man and said:

"This is Master Ling Zhou's new direct disciple—"

Before the name was announced, the introduction was interrupted roughly by the old man.

"I'm not asking who you are now, but who you were before."

I used to be a great socialist successor!

Does this have anything to do with you?

Xiao Ran asked:

"Master, why do you ask such a question?"

With his hands behind his back, the old man 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 Wall..."

Is this all seen?

Is the Sword Fence Wall your masterpiece?

Xiao Ran doesn't know much about the spirit pattern, but its construction level is quite high!

Unexpectedly, the master swordsmith is actually an expert in architecture.

Xiao Ran explained in a hurry to learn and sell:

"Just like a clerk in a steamed stuffed bun shop who knows nothing about painting, when faced with a famous painting that has reached the pinnacle, he can only say whether it looks good or not. Uncle Master doesn't need to care about the humble opinion of his disciples."

The pinnacle of famous paintings?

The old man stroked his beard, the four sword fences were indeed his pinnacle work.

But this new disciple, seems to have a different view on the details.

"What I see in your eyes is not perfection, but... flaws."

Xiao Ran felt very strange.

The old man saw that he had a slight opinion on some details of the sword fence.

But the old man was not like other people who would curiously observe a mortal direct disciple with his spiritual sense.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Xiao Ran with his divine sense.

It seems that in his eyes, cultivation is just an insignificant matter, and the selection of talents by the sword-wielding elder 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 look of depression.

Xiao Ran cupped his hands and said:

"It's the disciple who is being abrupt."

The old man smiled and shook his head.

"No one can stop abruptly in front of the Guardian Sword Fence without being hurt by his will to protect the sky."

Xiao Ran was speechless.

At this moment, Ji Yunzi's ethereal and neutral voice came from outside the door:

"Everyone is here, let's get started."

The old man felt a little regretful, and said:

"Perhaps...at some time after the elders' meeting, Martial Nephew Xiao can come to Jianjian Peak for a sit-down, and the old man will make tea for each other."

After finishing speaking, he sat at the table, leaving only Xiao Ran slightly puzzled.

Treat each other with tea?

Are the elders of this sect so amiable?

not far away.

Ling Zhouyue waved for Xiao Ran to take the seat.

When the meeting was approaching, she saw the scene just now.

She didn't expect that Daoist Moxi would strike up a conversation...

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Ling Zhouyue frowned slightly, and found that the matter was not simple.

Could it be that this old man also took a fancy to my precious apprentice?

Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served, famous flowers have their own owners!

After meeting Xiao Ran, she asked vigilantly:

"What did the old man tell you?"

Xiao Ran answered truthfully:

"Master Mojia wants his disciples to go to Zhujian Peak if they have time, and he will definitely wait for him to make tea."

Make tea and wait?

Ling Zhouyue gave a dry cough, leaned into Xiao Ran's ear, and said softly:

"This old man has sharpened his sword for ten years, so he has no time to study the tea ceremony. It must be a trap. Don't go there."

Xiao Ran didn't intend to go, but deliberately pretended to listen to Master.

"Follow Master's instructions."

Xiao Ran's respect for teachers and filial piety made Ling Zhouyue inexplicably feel a sense of distance, and had the illusion that he might lose him at any time.

So he pulled Xiao Ran closer, put his arm around Xiao Ran's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Don't be so polite, I'm very approachable, not to mention we are all young people, there is no need to be overly cautious, unlike getting along with older people, it is easy to have a generation gap."

Real Yinyue behind him:

"..."

Generation gap?

Xiao Ran only felt his elbow go soft, as if he had hit something, he lowered his head and glanced sideways.

Well, there is no generation gap... but there is a deeper one.

...

Main hall.

Five long green wood tables embroidered with red patterns are arranged in a five-cornered posture facing each other.

It is the seat of the head and the four elders.

The disciples passed on by their own relatives stand behind the long cases of the masters and listen in.

Except for the fixed head seat in the north, the other four seats are all random seats.

Ling Zhouyue is the head of the four elders, but she sits in the lower southeast position, giving up the upper northeast position to Yinyue Daoist.

Standing behind her, Xiao Ran is full of children... his mind is full of generation gaps.

He blamed himself deeply.

But there is no way, he is just a mortal, and there is no way to suppress the unclean thoughts brought about by hormones with his cultivation base.

Can only divert attention.

So he looked around.

The elder swordsmith who accosted him just now, the real ink box, sat in the northwest seat.

In theory, this is a more honorable position than the other three elders.

It also matches his identity.

According to the introduction of Spring Frog and Qiu Cicada, Zongzhi Mountain is located at the end of the fire vein, and the water source on the surface is very abundant, so it has been good at forging weapons since ancient times, especially forging swords.

The sabers and flying swords produced by Zongzhi Mountain are all sold well in the True Spirit Continent, which is the main reason why Zongzhi Mountain can stand still in the Dharma-ending Era.

Among them, the sword-casting elder ink box real person contributed a lot. It can be said that he is the mainstay of Zongzhi Mountain. Sitting in this position is convincing.

Behind the ink cartridge real person.

His personal disciple is a tall and thin young man, with an iron ring to seal his eyes and ears, which looks a bit like ancient martial arts science fiction.

A famous teacher produces a high-level apprentice, but this person is called a high-level teacher. It is said that in the future, he may become a master. This is the future of Zongzhi Mountain.

It is said that he was originally a gifted sword sharpener, but his mind was not strong, he was greedy for money and lust, and was forced to wear an eye ring by the real ink box.

When Xiao Ran looked at him, he was also looking at Xiao Ran, the thick iron ring was shining with blue light, which made people shudder.

Xiao Ran hurriedly looked away.

southwest bit.

Sitting in the mouth of Spring Frog and Autumn Cicada, the great villain, the elder of discipline——

Huangfu group.

This is a middle-aged man with an unsmiling expression and a restrained and fierce look on his face. His facial features are like carvings, but he doesn't have any sense of handsomeness. He only feels eerie and terrifying.

The personal disciple behind him is a fat man with the same stern face.

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 Zongzhi Mountain.

The father and son rested with their eyes closed from the beginning, and did not look at the others.

At last.

Xiao Ran looked to the north.

The long case was empty.

The master didn't come.

Next to it, stood a neutral-looking friar in white clothes. It was Ji Yunzi who had notified the meeting of elders earlier.

Different from Wen Run when they first met, this time, Xiao Ran felt a strong aura from Ji Yunzi.

Spring Frog and Qiu Cicada said that Ji Yunzi is the strongest in the sect other than the head and Ling Zhouyue, stronger than the other four elders.

Xiao Ran guessed that if a junior suddenly became strong in front of the elders, something might happen.

Didn't see the head, the precept elder Huangfu Qun asked sharply:

"Where's the senior brother in charge? Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Ji Yunzi explained:

"Due to You Ming's sudden intrusion into the mountain protection formation, the master's old illness has relapsed, so I just decided to let the disciple act as the host."

"you?"

Huangfu Qun had sullen expressions on his face, full of suspicion.

Xiao Ran could understand why the elder commandment was so arrogant, even the head of the sect was ignored.

The end of the Dharma era is approaching, and the cultivation world has suffered heavy losses. In order to jointly resist the Netherworld, all sects in the True Spirit Continent jointly formed the Dao League.

The Taoist League pays attention to the law, and will parachute a precept elder to each sect.

The duty of the precept elders is to monitor and adjudicate all illegal matters within the sect, and even the head of the sect cannot do whatever they want.

However, for an independent sect like Zongzhishan, the power of the Daoist League is very infiltrated, and its precept elders are still appointed by the sect, and they only need to report to the Daoist League regularly.

This invisibly elevates the status of the precept elders.

After being let go, Huangfuqun was not satisfied with Ji Yunzi's explanation.

"Senior brother hasn't arrived yet, can't the sound transmission come over?"

Ji Yunzi bowed hurriedly and said:

"Master watched the sky at night, and speculated that the concentration of aura in the cultivation world might drop sharply in three years, so the old man wanted to try to break through the tribulation once in three years."

"what!"

Huangfu Qun's sharp eyes froze in shock, and he jumped up.

Everyone was also shocked and silent.