Biography of Wei Zixiu Xian

Chapter 181 Apprenticeship (Part [-])
Seeing Zhenjun Chongjing said: "I heard that Mu Ge was brought up by Junior Brother Ran Jing? Presumably because of this level of affection, Zhenjun Ran Jing would want to accept disciples. It's just that Junior Brother doesn't know, Mu Ge is my disciple. The younger generation of blood, the group of little ones in my family have not lived up to expectations, and after so many years, they have only waited for this younger generation, and they still hope that the younger brother will give up their love."

Ran Jing: ...

What can Zhenjun Ran Jing do? How could he snatch his blood descendants.

After Zhenjun Chongjing finished speaking, he cut his finger and slapped a drop of blood on the center of Tang Muge's eyebrows, only to see the blood flashed red, and it had already sunk into the center of the eyebrows.

This is the most common method of blood recognition in the world of cultivating immortals. Master Ran Jing had no choice but to say: "It seems that Mu Ge and I have not yet met our fate. Congratulations to Senior Brother Chong Jing for being a good apprentice."

It finally ended smoothly.

Immortal Chongjing asked Tang Muge to drip blood on the golden book, and the apprenticeship was considered complete.

Tang Muge stood aside under the envious eyes of a group of people, who were deeply worried about Wei Zi.

She didn't realize at all that among these Zhenjuns, who was Wei Zi's ancestor, Wei Zi once said that her master was a great monk of Yuanying Zhong, but, based on her perception, most of the Yuanying Zhenjuns present were Yuanying. In the early stage of infancy, only the sect master Zhenjun and the later-arriving Zhenjun Xiyi could have a higher level of cultivation.

Of course Wei Zi's master is not the head of the sect, but Wei Zi's master is a Dharma cultivator, and this Zhenjun Xiyi is obviously a sword cultivator, and he is obviously not.

And among the Jindan real people, no one was found whose age and cultivation match her grandfather's.

Wei Zi's two elders were not present. If she is a junior, if she refuses to be a teacher, she will undoubtedly disgrace her senior.

"Wei Zi," as soon as Zhenjun Yuanxu's voice fell, Wei Zi had already stepped forward, but he was still hesitating in his heart. Whether or not Zhenjun is willing to accept her as an apprentice, he can only resign himself to fate.

"Eighteen years old, foundation building at 17 years old, majoring in fire-type exercises, minoring in earth-type exercises, Yuanshen-type exercises, I wonder if anyone is willing to accept disciples?"

After Wei Zi's information was introduced by Zhenjun Yuanxu, the people present were obviously shocked. After minoring in two kinds of exercises, he was able to successfully build a foundation at the age of 17. This talent is far beyond comparison.

Just when Daoist Chenwei opened his mouth and was about to ask, "Would you like to worship me as your teacher", Wei Zi felt his body swept by a powerful divine sense, his fingertips had been cut, and a drop of blood was taken away instantly.

Zhenjun Xi hit the blood bead on the gold book, and suddenly she felt a special feeling, as if she felt a bit of cold and wonderful artistic conception, but this feeling was fleeting, and it disappeared without a trace before it was too late to catch it.

This movement was done in one go, holding Zhenjun Chenwei's words in his throat.

"Senior brother Xi Yi, how can he make a good opinion, let alone the senior brothers present, is there anyone who wants to accept this child, but no one wants to accept this child, Wei Zi is a pure Dharma cultivator, how can he worship a senior brother and a sword cultivator as an apprentice ?”

It has to be said that what Zhenjun Chenwei said was very reasonable, even the head of the sect Zhenjun said in embarrassment: "Why did senior brother Xi Yi suddenly think of accepting apprentices? The senior brother has a high level of cultivation, I am afraid that he does not have the energy to lead apprentices." Come on, why bother to compete with the juniors for apprentices, besides, even if you really want to accept apprentices, you should first ask the disciples below for their wishes."

"I didn't accept this apprentice myself. You all have disciples to serve you. Poor my little apprentice Guang Ling has reached the Golden Core Great Consummation. He didn't even touch the shadow of a disciple. You have to do everything by yourself. You are elders. Yes, I just have the heart to see him alone, besides, the golden book has been conferred, the master and apprentice have been completed, it can only be said that the fate between Chen Wei and my apprentice is not enough."

Dust: ...

Wei Zi: ...

As the main character who is in a daze and has paid homage to the master but doesn't even see the master's face, Wei Zi wonders if the situation will be more chaotic if he tells the existence of the master at this time.

The head of the sect is also helpless, the dignified master Yuanhou did this kind of thing of cooking raw rice, although it is a bit shameless, but the gold book has been awarded, what can I do, seeing all the people All of them lost their temper by themselves, and proudly said to Wei Zi: "Little grandson, don't hesitate to come and pay respects to the master!"

There was no turning back when she opened the bow, and now that the facts had come to pass, she could only admit it, but if she had known that she wanted to worship a master of sword repair, she might as well have worshiped Zhenjun Chenwei as her teacher.

"Wei Zi pays homage to the master, and there is one thing that he has to tell the master. Although I come from the lower realm, my mother is indeed from the upper clan."

When Wei Zi said this, Zhenjun Xiyi had some bad premonitions, and only heard Wei Zi continue: "My mother's name is Bai, and my name is Shuang. She is the disciple of Zhenjun Mingde, and the daughter of Daoist Yiyue."

Crowd: ...

Feeling that something bad was about to happen, I saw that as Wei Zi's voice fell to the ground, Zhenjun Xiyi picked up Wei Zi and disappeared in the main hall in an instant.

If he just snatched Chen Wei's pre-ordered apprentice, he would still be able to make strong arguments, but he is a sword cultivator, and the apprentice he accepted is also a sword cultivator, but he kidnapped his granddaughter and grandson who were practicing cultivators. No matter how high his cultivation base is, he still feels guilty. Oh, that old guy Mingde is backed by the elders of Lord Huashen Dao. He is the Empress of the Yuan Dynasty, so he can't be provoked.

True Monarch Xiyi is also very wronged, okay? As a sword cultivator, he has always been aggressive, but now that he is at the Empress Yuan's level, naturally he can no longer fight casually.

If he can't move his hands, he can move his mouth. His apprentice Guangling has excellent aptitude, is diligent and hardworking, and has good chances of understanding. He is ahead of all his fellow disciples all the way. Apprentice, invincible, never lost.

But recently he discovered that at his age, people were no longer compared to apprentices, but started to be compared to disciples.

He was just such a little apprentice, he devoted himself to cultivation and never thought of accepting apprentices. When he was compared to his disciples, he suddenly realized that he didn't even have any disciples.

Zhenjun Xiyi has never lost before, whether it is a competition of cultivation base or a competition of apprentices. Now that he is starting to compete with his disciples, he naturally cannot lose.

Today, he heard friends talking about how filial his little disciple was, how hard he cultivated, and how talented he was.

Come over and have a look, they are all really good. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he fell in love with Wei Zi, an eighteen-year-old girl. In terms of aptitude, no one present can compare with him, so he gave Wei Zi firmly and ruthlessly. Robbed.

He also knew that as a sword cultivator, if he fought with others in an upright manner, he would definitely not be able to compete, so he could only make a bad move. If he knew that robbing an apprentice would cause so much trouble, he would not do anything.

(End of this chapter)