small country farmer

Chapter 922

"Old ancestor? Uh..."

Xu Batian's sudden kneeling startled Zhang Wei on the side. He was very surprised. Although he didn't know how Xu Batian judged seniority, he heard Xu Batian's address.

Zhang Wei's eyelids trembled, good guy, that old man Yang Zhiwen is actually at the ancestor level.

Since he can be an ancestor-level existence in Danzong, how deep should his cultivation base be?
Doubts arose in Zhang Wei's heart, and he guessed for a while, but with his careful thinking, he naturally couldn't escape the ancestor-level Yang Zhiwen.

Yang Zhiwen has a fairy-like demeanor with white hair and a handsome face. He is dressed in a purple robe to show his fairy spirit, and his whole body is shrouded in a hazy aura, which is very unreal, as if he really came from the Nine Heavens Gods.

On his handsome boyish face, he looked at Zhang Wei with a half-smile, and spoke quietly.

"Don't guess, little friend, you can't see through the strength of this old man."

"Since you have come, the old man will tell you the truth. If you want to heal the injury of the rules in your body, you must enter the Pill Tower."

"However, only disciples of the Pill Sect are eligible to enter the Pill Pagoda."

After Yang Zhiwen's words came to this point, Zhang Wei suddenly understood that the old man Ganqing was waiting for him here.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.

No wonder Yang Zhiwen asked him to come to Danzong again and again, and he didn't even like to waste his cultivation to set up a century-old enchantment for Zhangjiazhuang. It turned out that this was the purpose.

"Senior, what you mean is that only by making me a disciple of the Alchemy Sect can the wounds in my body be healed."

"That's right, you must have thought about it before you chose to come to Danzong, right? My little friend's mind is extraordinary, haha."

Yang Zhiwen was smiling all over his face, stroking his long white beard, he looked like he had seen through you long ago, and he was completely satisfied.

Zhang Wei was silent, yes, he chose to leave home and had already thought of this result before coming to Danzong, otherwise Yang Zhiwen would not have allowed Yang Zhiwen to protect Zhangjiazhuang for a hundred years.

What's more, joining the Dan sect brings all benefits but no harm, which is the dream of many cultivators.

But Zhang Wei still hesitated, he always had scruples in his heart, what exactly did Yang Zhiwen like in him?Why choose yourself?Is it also aimed at the smart chip?

Zhang Wei really couldn't figure out what benefit it would be to Danzong if he joined Danzong himself.

Following Zhang Wei's silence, the hall was silent. Xu Batian knelt with his head buried all the time, not daring to get up, and he didn't even dare to breathe too much. You must know that the person in front of him was the ancestor of Danzong.

As for Yang Zhiwen, he looked at Zhang Wei with a smile all the time, but his big hand stroking his beard was behind his back.

Obviously, he was waiting for Zhang Wei's answer.

After an unknown amount of time, the silence above the hall was broken by Yang Zhiwen's vaguely old voice.

"How about it, little friend, have you made up your mind? Should I join or not?"

"The old man knows what my little friend is worried about, but don't worry, you have also seen it just now, Danzong knows the rules and etiquette very well, so naturally he won't do anything that hurts nature and reason."

"Also, my friend will give you a special identity when you join Danzong, so you don't have to care about those cumbersome rules of Danzong."

"To be precise, you just have an extra identity, and you are still you."

Yang Zhiwen made it very clear that although he was smiling all over his face, he was worried deep down in his heart, so he said so much to dispel Zhang Wei's scruples.

In fact, Zhang Wei had already thought about it, and since he came, it was to heal his wounds, even if Dan Zong made some excessive demands, he would endure it if he could.

But since Yang Zhiwen made his words so clear, he simply stopped hesitating.

"Thank you seniors for your appreciation, this junior is willing to join Danzong."

As he said that, Zhang Wei cupped his fists respectfully and bowed to Yang Zhiwen. He was also thinking in his heart whether he should kneel down like Xu Batian did.

In his opinion, he is not as old as Xu Batian, and if he joins Danzong, he probably has to start as an ordinary disciple, and he probably needs to call Yang Zhiwen an old ancestor like Xu Batian did.

Just when he was hesitating, Yang Zhiwen burst out laughing. Obviously Zhang Wei's joining made him very happy, and it was probably the happiest laugh he had in the past thousands of years.

"Okay, okay, from now on, you are Danzong's junior uncle, second only to the Supreme Elder."

"What? Little Martial Uncle? Senior... You are not joking, are you? This is my first time in Danzong. If you do this, it will make it very difficult for me."

Zhang Wei was shocked, second only to the junior uncle of the Supreme Elder, wouldn't he be a little bit older than the suzerain?

He is an outsider, and he has been given such a high status all of a sudden, what do those Danzong disciples think?
Those alchemy sect disciples will definitely not accept it, even those alchemy sect elders will not accept it.

Isn't this pushing him into the fire pit?
Could it be that this old man's mind has gone out of his mind?

Zhang Wei is not stupid, although it is just three simple words, but the weight of these three words is not light.

Xu Batian, the suzerain of the alchemy sect who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help raising his head. Although he felt that it was inappropriate for an outsider to have such an identity all of a sudden, he didn't dare to say it. That's the old ancestor.

"Huh? Little friend thinks this identity is inappropriate? Or do you think this identity is not worthy? If this is the case, then sit on an equal footing with the old man."

Yang Zhiwen is a man who has lived for thousands of years, how could he not understand the feelings of those younger generations?

He seemed to be smiling, but what he said made Zhang Wei and Xu Batian almost have a heart attack.

"Senior, you..."

"Old Ancestor." Xu Batian couldn't bear it anymore, he would rather call Zhang Wei Junior Martial Uncle than Old Ancestor, Zhang Wei can only be blamed for being too young.

No way, it's wrong to be young.

Yang Zhiwen glanced at Xu Batian, as if he was noticing him at this moment, "You little baby, you are the suzerain of this term, um, your strength is not bad, it turned out to be the early stage of transformation, not bad."

Little Doll!
This... this title is really...

When Zhang Wei heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched. Xu Batian was at least over 40 years old, and he was called a little doll. If this got out, what would be the face of the Patriarch of the Pill Sect?

Xu Batian also had a bitter face, he smiled helplessly, and was very depressed in his heart. Although he admitted that he was very young in front of his ancestors, a man who was nearly 50 years old and called a baby was really a bit...

Forget it, Sun Wei's matter is still important right now.

"Thank you for your appreciation, old ancestor. For the sake of Danzong not to be criticized, you must not let brother grandson sit on an equal footing with you. Let him be a junior uncle."

"Oh? Little baby, you are afraid that Danzong will be laughed at." Yang Zhiwen smiled, always feeling like an old fox, "Not bad, as the suzerain of Danzong, it is really good to consider for Danzong."

"Well, for the sake of your current suzerain, the old man will take back what he just said, but this little uncle was made by you, the suzerain, and has nothing to do with the old man."

"Ah?" Xu Batian was stunned for a moment, his mind was blank, and his heart was extremely depressed. He was about to cry, and he dared to feel that he was put together by his ancestor.

Good guy, the old man is really a fine man.

The misfortune is moving eastward.

Zhang Wei stood aside, seeing all this clearly, Jiang was really old and hot, he instantly understood what Yang Zhiwen meant.

Although Yang Zhiwen is the wife and elder of Danzong, he is an old man whom even the suzerain has met for the first time. Those disciples and elders of Danzong will definitely not believe in the existence of this person.

Naturally, no one would believe what this person said.

However, the suzerain Xu Batian is different. As the master of a sect, no matter the disciples of the Dan sect or the elders, they must all know and even admire him.

As the suzerain, what he said would naturally carry more weight.

Xu Batian had a bitter face, he was so inexplicably blamed, the old ancestor is worthy of being the old ancestor, good tricks.

Yang Zhiwen was very happy, he laughed, and with a wave of his hand, people came and went with the wind.

"Haha, it's such a happy decision. From now on, my little friend is the little uncle respected by everyone in the Dan sect."

(End of this chapter)