I ruined the earth

Chapter 5 Creating a sect

"It will be beautiful when the snow covers the top of the mountain." Jiang Zhe said happily.

But he immediately discovered that it was snowing behind the existing palace. The heavy snow fell not only on the mountain, but also on the palace. If no one cleaned it, the palace would probably be gone after the heavy snow...

"People, lack of people!" Jiang Zhe hurriedly started, one by one wearing Taoist robes, fifteen or sixteen-year-old female Taoist boys appeared in front of him, the uniform blue and white ancient short-handed Taoist robes of the sect looked very capable and set off Show the youthful vitality of these girls.

A group of girls appeared directly on Tai Chi Square, and did not see Jiang Zhe standing on the roof of the main hall in the distance. They exclaimed: "It's snowing! It's snowing, hurry up and clear the snow."

Then a group of female disciples started sweeping snow with brooms...

Immediately, the girls of Yingying and Yanyan started to wave their brooms and started to work. Not to mention, Jiang Zhe, who was used to seeing grandparents sweeping the floor, suddenly saw a group of beautiful fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls sweeping the floor. That feeling is really good.

"Beautiful!" Jiang Zhe sat on the roof, smiling like a fool.

But he didn't forget the business, since he has all the disciples, he should just set up this sect and gather all the people for him.

Since it is a sect, the suzerain must have it. There are so many beautiful apprentices, so let's make another old god with a big beard facing the majesty.

This person appeared in front of Jiang Zhe, and as soon as he appeared, he kowtowed to Jiang Zhe: "Meet the Creator."

Jiang Zhe said: "Get up, this sect will be taken care of by you, don't let me down."

The old man smiled wryly: "Creator, you didn't give us a name, and what's the name of our sect?"

Jiang Zhe said impatiently: "You still have to name me? Am I not your father?"

The old man scratched his head and said, "If you created me, isn't that the same as my real father?"

Jiang Zhe was taken aback, it seemed that this was the case, but he didn't even have a wife, and he had a bearded, 80-[-]-year-old old man as his son?This shit...

The old man turned around and shouted: "Everyone come here and meet our father!"

With a cry, the girls in the distance ran over like butterflies wearing flowers.

At the same time, the girls shouted in unison: "Father!"

This voice almost broke Jiang Zhe's waist, and sent him away in advance.

He rubbed the center of his brows, quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't call me dad."

A group of young girls and old men were also excited, and immediately shouted: "Dad!".

Jiang Zhe subconsciously wanted to say don't shout like that, but at that moment, the bad taste came up, and the refusal that came to his lips was swallowed back.

Jiang Zhe waved his hand and said: "Hey... this seniority, we just need to know. In front of outsiders, just call me Patriarch. Don't call me Dad..." Then this guy added: "You can do whatever you want in private."

"Yes, Dad!" A group of lively and lovely girls shouted loudly.

The point is that these girls, Jiang Zhe is set to be the disciples of the immortal sect. Although each of them is dressed in simple clothes, they are pure and cute when they smile. Now, each of them calls Dad when they open their mouths. Jiang Zhe's heart flutters immediately. Then he couldn't calm down anymore, the corners of his mouth were split, and he smiled like a toad in heat.

"Father! You can name me." At this time, a rough old voice shouted.

The smile in Jiang Zhe's eyes and the saliva at the corners of his mouth disappeared instantly. He just felt sick to his stomach, and quickly waved his hands: "Go away...take the name yourself!"

The old man was not reconciled: "That sect, you have to give it a name, right?"

Jiang Zhe looked at the girls with big watery eyes, and then at the mountain gate he had set up. He touched his chin and did not refuse. He thought about it again and again. He had considered girls' gate, Jinlongzong, etc., but the name was better than Snow White Rabbit. Help or force it.After thinking about it, he said, "This is called Yunwu Jiange."

The old man and others knelt down one after another, kowtowed and thanked.

Jiang Zhe said again: "You are the suzerain, I will show you a direction, you are responsible for developing skills, and then pass them on, understand?"

The old man said respectfully: "My child obeys orders."

It was the first time Jiang Zhe regretted that he made an old man to be the suzerain. He would have known how much it would be to have another girl!

Rubbing between his brows, Jiang Zhe said, "Let's talk about friendship in the future."

The old man's head shook like a rattle, and he firmly refused: "The etiquette cannot be exceeded, otherwise I will be no different from the devil."

Seeing that the old man was quite stubborn, Jiang Zhe asked, "What if I persist?"

"Brother!" The old man knelt down and kowtowed.

The old man's reaction almost broke Jiang Zhe's waist.

But then he understood that these creatures he created were absolutely loyal to him. No matter what request he had, they would only give advice, but they would never refuse.

Therefore, even though the old man didn't like transgressive etiquette, Jiang Zhe's words were the oracle, and he had to listen, so he knelt down and called him big brother.

Jiang Zhe rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Forget it, you should call me Patriarch."

"It's the Patriarch!" The old man kowtowed again: "I implore the Patriarch to pass on the skills!"

Jiang Zhe was speechless for a while, he taught exercises, but he doesn't know anything.

However, the old man stalked and pulled him: "Patriarch, our sect has been erected, and the banners have been erected. How can we gain a foothold if we don't have skills? When the enemy comes back, we have no power to protect ourselves. That's great!" The sect is afraid that it will be handed over to others."

Jiang Zhe was tortured for a long time by the old man.

In the end, helplessly, he took out a pen and paper, and without thinking about it, he quickly wrote a bunch of words on it like cockroaches crawling around. The words were so scrawled that Jiang Zhe himself couldn't recognize them.

When he threw it to the old man, the old man stared straight at the messy talisman on it, but finally knelt on the ground and shouted: "Thank you, Patriarch, for your contribution!"

A group of female disciples followed suit.

The trouble made Jiang Zhe feel a little embarrassed, after all, he just scribbled.

The old man asked again: "Patriarch, what is the name of this exercise?"

Jiang Zhe returned subconsciously: "Primary school rules...cough, cloud and mist sword art."

The old man looked at the pupil's code thoughtfully and said, "Is it the Yunwu Sword Art? No wonder the lines on it seem to be chaotic, but in fact they imply the principles of heaven."

Jiang Zhe blushed when he heard such flattery, and looked up at the sky, not daring to look at people at all.

At this moment, the old man suddenly yelled and stomped his feet. A branch fell into his hands. His footwork changed, and the branch in his hand was used as a sword. , Gradually, mist appeared on the branches, and the mist began to change with the trend of the swordsmanship. For a while, it was like a long rainbow, for a while, it turned into a celestial horse, and for a while, it turned into a shooting star, sun and moon... The sword light is bright!
(End of this chapter)