Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 409
Na Yang, the head of the guarding mansion who had already announced that he would no longer accept apprentices, will accept Xiao Nan's son, Xiao Bao, as an apprentice again. He is scheduled to hold an initiation ceremony on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Na Yang sincerely invites monks from all over the world to come and watch the ceremony.

As soon as the news was disseminated by the tutelary mansion, it caused a whirlwind in the monk world.

Slap in the face, this is a real slap in the face, Chi Chengzi and Xun Yitai's faces hurt again, but they couldn't say anything.

Those small actions in private, when No. 1 in the monk world showed his sharpness, seemed ridiculous!
Looking at the bright red headlines on the Xiujie Forum, Hong Qingyun's face was extremely gloomy.

"Then what does Yang mean by this? Are you really going to cover up this imitation Xiaonan?"

Chen Dongluo next to him was full of anger, and said in a deep voice: "The guarding mansion has always been regarded as the lord of this lower realm of cultivation, and is in charge of justice; this time, he dared to be outspoken, cover up the evil spirits, and even... even support the evil spirits! We take it seriously!"

Yang Yun's face was also a little gloomy at this time, but she didn't say anything; it's just that her mood at this time was a little weird, and she didn't know whether to be grateful or angry...

Ever since she was restrained by Fang Xiaonan, she fell into a strange mood.She has always wanted to defeat Fang Xiaonan, and she will be ashamed; but she doesn't seem to want to really hurt him; this kind of complicated and weird emotions have been entangled with her recently!
On the other hand, Xu Xiling next to her still looked calm, drinking a cup of black tea in her hand seriously; in such a cold winter, having a cup of black tea to warm one's stomach is really comforting.

As for the others, they didn't dare to speak out easily when they saw Hong Qingyun's expression was extremely bad.Everyone knows why the superiors sent Hong Qingyun down.

Now that the spirit cultivator was killed again, if Hong Qingyun didn't handle it well this time, Hong Qingyun would be severely punished; moreover, it might affect his future.

At this time, it's not bad not to do it, but if you say something wrong, I'm afraid Hong Qingyun will miss it, so it's better not to say it.

Hong Qingyun was silent for a while with a gloomy face, and said in a cold voice: "What about the guardian mansion? How much face have my Tianmeng given to Yang these years? , that is asking for death; could it be that he really thought that no one can cure him if he is only a little at the peak of supernatural powers?"

"Exactly, what Brother Hong said is reasonable!" Hearing Hong Qingyun's cold words, everyone's spirits were slightly lifted. That's right... A small peak of supernatural power, so what?If you really want to anger the Tianmeng, you will do your own crimes!

"He accepts his apprentice, but if he dares to intervene in our affairs; then don't blame me for being rude!" Hong Qingyun set the tone for this matter with a gloomy and cold face.

Faced with this matter, each faction reacted differently. For example, the Lin family, in the meeting room at this time, Lin Zongfeng and the four elders were all smiling; originally they were worried that imitating Xiaonan would face the world's upright sect and Hong Qingyun's independence; His Lin family is not easy to intervene in support.

With Na Yang's statement now, it will be much safer in the future.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the town guard's mansion was full of people coming and going, and it was very lively.

In the backyard, the ceremonial officer was dressing up Xiaobao, and Yu Wenmo, who was always calm, ran in sweating to hurry up.

Seeing the sweat on Yu Wenmo's forehead, Lin Yuyin couldn't help but smiled and said, "Xiao Mo, it's been hard for you for a while."

No, this ceremony of appreciating masters is full of many threads, so Yang handed over all the chores to Yu Wenmo, even a psychic monk would be busy without stopping.

Yu Wenmo smiled humbly and said: "For the sake of junior brother and Xiao Nan, what hard work does this junior have to do? To be honest, I would also like to thank Xiao Nan. If it wasn't for Xiao Nan's appearance, my cultivation progress would not be so fast."

"Brother Mo, why are you wearing an ancient costume?"

Looking at the clothes on his son's body, Fang Xiaonan was a little puzzled and said: "Didn't you say that the palace master has always been informal?"

Yu Wenmo said: "You are right, but Xiaobao worships different masters. If you worship a monk casually as your teacher, it depends on their own rules. You can do whatever you want; but Xiaobao wants to worship a teacher as a teacher. You must know the teacher's status in the monk world, and his every move not only represents himself, but also represents the entire tutelary mansion, so Xiaobao must be more orthodox!"

After a pause, Yu Wenmo chuckled and said, "It's fortunate that the Spring Festival has just passed, and instead of it being the dog days, Xiaobao will be too hot."

"Oh, that's it!" Fang Xiaonan nodded slowly. Although he was familiar with the guardian mansion, he hadn't really paid attention to the situation of Yang's apprentice.

Soon, Fang Xiaobao was dressed up like a porcelain doll, coupled with his unparalleled special physique, he was really shining like precious jade, and seemed to be protected by a fairy spirit.

After tidying up a bit, the imitation family rushed to the predetermined place, but heard a commotion, and before they reached the viewing platform of the town guard's mansion, they saw countless monks crowded with people.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Tan Qianmu walked onto the stage slowly. He let out a soft drink, and the whole square trembled slightly. All the monks who were still discussing stopped immediately and looked at the stage.

As the director of the inspection department of the guarding mansion, and also half-step supernatural powers, everyone still respects the head of the palace master.

Moreover, this is the town guard's mansion, where the lord of the monk world is located. Even if they covet it again, how dare they defy that majestic Yang at such a solemn and grand ceremony.

"Today, my teacher, Yang Dakai, opened the viewing platform and worshiped the three pillars of incense, heaven, earth, and man. With the sky as evidence and the earth as evidence, he will accept Xiaobao as a closed disciple!"

Tan Qianmu put the green shirt on, and the loud sound resounded like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, resounding through the entire viewing platform and spreading to all directions.

"What, it turned out to be a closed disciple. Didn't you say that you only accept a direct disciple?"

"This kid is the spirit of heaven and earth. It's not surprising that the Palace Master accepted him as a closed disciple!"

The audience couldn't help whispering again. The so-called closed disciple is the last disciple. After accepting this disciple, the door to accept disciples will be closed.

From another point of view, since there will be no more disciples, then as a master, he will put all his energy on the closed disciples, teach them with all his strength, and pass on most of his own abilities to the closed disciples .

It is also true that the closed disciples are destined to become the most dazzling existence among all the disciples.

What's more, as the closed disciple of the palace master, in terms of status, he has faintly surpassed the first disciples of Yang, Tan Qianmu and Yu Wenmo.

Under the viewing stage, in the front area, Hong Qingyun and others from the spiritual practice world looked at Tan Qianmu and Yu Wenmo on the stage with strange faces.

For Tan Qianmu, who was determined to become the next Palace Master, this incident was nothing less than a shock.But as the host, he frowned a few times when he saw Hong Qingyun's provocative gaze over there, but soon, he remained expressionless and continued to host the ceremony.

Yu Wenmo smiled faintly, his way is to pursue a higher realm, but he doesn't care about the status of this mansion.

"quiet!"

Tan Qianmu frowned slightly, and shouted again in a deep voice.

After the audience quieted down, Tan Qianmu bowed slightly, turned to one side, and said, "Master, please come on stage and open the ceremony!"

As Na Yang, dressed in white, slowly stepped onto the stage, the scene was finally quiet. Facing the No. 1 lower cultivator, no one dared to show disrespect; Qingyun, at this time also restrained himself a little.

Then Yang sat down, and then imitation Xiaobao took the stage.

Seeing the handsome young man sitting next to him smiling and watching after the little figure came to the stage, many people's eyes lit up; this is Changsheng Jun imitating Xiaonan...

The eyes of those who admire Xiaonan are shining, and the more hostile people are all full of vigilance, and the scene is full of excitement in an instant.

Under the attention of all the people, feeling a lot of hostile gazes, Fang Xiaonan's face remained unchanged, but he smiled indifferently, and did not take these people in his eyes at all.

Imitation Xiaobao walked to Taichung and knelt down without saying a word. Yu Wenmo told him every procedure in the ceremony in detail. Although he was young, his thoughts were far beyond those of his peers. something went wrong.

Looking at the noisy Kunlun, the Xun family, and Hong Qingyun and others who seemed to be prepared, Fang Xiaonan didn't take it to heart at all. If a group of mobs annoyed him, they would all kill them with a sword That is.

Na Yang turned around and walked to the copper stove, facing the copper stove, bowed three times, each time he bowed his waist to his knees, then walked to the tripod bell, took down a copper hammer pinned to the tripod bell, Facing the tripod bell, he knocked nine times in a row.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Every bell is clear and melodious, like water ripples, swaying in all directions, the bell is like the ancient gods singing, there is a sacred feeling that cleanses people's souls.

No one was noisy anymore. Under the viewing platform, every disciple had a pilgrimage expression on their faces. The tripod bell was mysterious and impermanent. When the bell rang, there was a mysterious power that made them worship.

At the moment when the bell rang, a faint brilliance rose from the sky above the guardian's mansion, with phantoms galloping and visions drifting away.

"The Kunlun faction congratulates the master of the palace for his successful apprenticeship, and presents a five-leaf Ganoderma lucidum as a token of congratulations!"

"The Qingcheng faction congratulates the master of the palace for his successful apprenticeship, and specially sends a thousand-year-old fleece-flower root as a token of congratulations!"

"The Emei sect congratulates the master of the palace for his successful apprenticeship, and specially presents a thousand-year-old bead as a token of congratulations!"

"The Lin family in the southeast..."

"Xun's family in Southwest..."

Representatives of various sects stood under the viewing platform, and then held many treasures of heaven and earth in their hands, and respectfully sent them forward to congratulate the leader.

Although most of them were not willing, but Yang's formation was too big and grand, as if it was a battle to pass on the mantle to others.

Looking at the entire town guard mansion, in the past hundred years, Yang Yuan has received less than five direct disciples in total, but such an array can only be compared to one or two when Tan Qianmu, the first disciple of Kaishan.

But this seems to be normal, the spirit of heaven and earth who has turned into a human body, who can refuse to accept him as a disciple?
(End of this chapter)