I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 303 By the Order of the Saint of Montenegro (4000)

"came back…"

 Under the grape trellis, the beautiful woman’s white dress is like snow and she smiles beautifully.

Qin Yao stopped in front of the corridor, looking at the bright smile on the other person's face, his mind gradually calmed down.

 This place of peace of mind is my hometown...

"came back."

Qin Yao walked slowly to her side and took the initiative to hold her hand: "How are you at home?"

Xiao Zhuo smiled and nodded, knowing that this sentence seemed to be about family, but in fact it was about people.

  After all, it is because of her presence that this spacious and lonely Palais de la Sainte can be called home.

Qin Yao smiled slightly, hugged her into his arms, smelled the faint fragrance in her hair, and said softly: "I passed the exam."

"I know." Xiao Zhuo rested his head on his shoulder, and his two hearts gradually beat at the same frequency. At this moment, it was as if they were connected to each other.

 “When did you know about it?” Qin Yao asked in surprise.

 “You will know it on the day you are admitted to Fengdu.”

“You are monitoring me.” Qin Yao raised his eyebrows with a playful look on his face.

Xiao Zhuo smiled: "You are running around all day long, where can I watch you? I asked someone to go to Fengdu early to keep an eye on the news. After all, it is about my husband's future, how can I be indifferent? ?”

Qin Yao smiled: "It's over, the surprise is gone..."

"Yes!" Xiao Zhuo led him towards the boudoir, his steps brisk and the corners of his mouth raised: "I have prepared a surprise for you."

Qin Yao was surprised for a moment, resisted the desire to ask in advance, and followed her into the exquisitely decorated bedroom.

“Go, open it and take a look.” Xiao Zhuo let go of his big hand and raised his arm to point to the ancient wooden box that was placed on the table at some point.

With great curiosity, Qin Yao strode to the round table and gently opened the lid of the wooden box.

  【The system has detected the top-grade double cultivation method, "Yin Yang He Huan Jing". The scripture has special inclusion value. Do you want to include it? 】

  【As compensation for the inclusion of this sutra, the system will use initiation to make your understanding of this sutra instantly reach a master level. 】

【Note: As a special type of dual cultivation method, the system cannot bring you practice, so it can only achieve the full level of understanding, not the full level of the method. 】

Looking down at the subtitles that suddenly flashed before his eyes, Qin Yao couldn't help laughing.

If a system can bring practice to dual cultivation, it’s a big deal.

  The silly girls in "Magic Phone" may not have this function.

 “Let’s include it…”

 In an instant, countless dual cultivation experiences were poured into his mind. Even though he is an experienced driver, he was shocked after reading these contents.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Zhuo asked in surprise when he saw him staying motionless.

Qin Yao shook his head and sat down at the round table, pretending to read the scriptures while digesting the countless insights that suddenly appeared.

Shortly after.

Having finished flipping through the book and digesting his insights, Qin Yao turned his head to look at the graceful figure like a goddess, and a flame suddenly rose in his eyes: "It's so profound and profound."

“How much do you understand?” Xiao Zhuo asked with a smile.

 “You’ll know if you try it?”

 “Just give it a try!”

 …

 A romantic night.

  Don't express it in words.

 The next day.

 Xiao Zhuo had a high ponytail on his head and changed into a red warrior uniform with a black waistband. He sat with a straight waist in the pavilion in the courtyard, lowering his head and brewing tea.

Qin Yao quietly watched her flowing movements and the elegance of every move, a leisurely and relaxed smile flashed across his face.

"Try it." Xiao Zhuo made a cup of tea, held it in front of Qin Yao with a wooden tong, and said softly.

Qin Yao picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp. He felt a stream of heat quickly pour into his body along the mouth, and then was quickly swallowed up by the true energy in his Dantian.

At this time, the aftertaste came to my heart, sweet and long...

"tasty."

Xiao Zhuo didn’t have any objections to his way of drinking peony.

She doesn't care about the messy tea drinking etiquette, just like she doesn't care about most of the rules in the world.

 “How many days will you stay at home this time?”

Qin Yao put down his teacup, raised his eyes and said, "I'm leaving today."

 “In such a hurry?” Xiao Zhuo’s tea-making palm suddenly paused.

“Maoshan is going to hold a celebration meeting for my admission into Fengdu, and the date is tomorrow.” Qin Yao explained.

 “Celebration meeting…” Xiao Zhuo’s beautiful eyes flashed.

“Yes, I heard that many fellow monks have been invited, it should be quite lively.” Qin Yao smiled and said, “Would you like to go over and have a look?”

Ever since he learned that Xiao Zhuo had stolen the Xuan Mizhu, he deeply realized that the so-called five-hundred-year grounding was just in name only for Xiao Zhuo.

Xiao Zhuo thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I won't join in the fun. When there are too many people, there will be monsters, ghosts, snakes, gods and so on. It would be bad if someone recognizes me."

 In this regard, Qin Yao was not disappointed either.

Like Xiao Zhuo, he also doesn’t care about formal things.

 Two hours later.

With a blush of satisfaction on his face, Xiao Zhuo sent Qin Yao out of the palace gate, waving his hand and saying: "I hope that when you come here next time, your official body will be of high rank."

Qin Yao hugged her gently and turned towards Fengsha. Only the lingering voice came back: "Don't worry, I will soon make you proud of me."

Watching his tall figure fading away, Xiao Zhuo smiled slightly, waved his sleeves and threw out a stream of light, which shot straight into the sky and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​stars.

 “Meet the Holy Lady!”

 In the blink of an eye.

A tall figure in black clothes and a black robe, with a black mask on his face and a huge black sword on his back. It was difficult to tell whether he was male or female. He strode forward and knelt down outside the pavilion in the courtyard.

“Tomorrow is a good day for my husband, and I want to prepare another surprise for him.” Xiao Zhuo said with a smile.

 “Please give me the saint’s instructions!” The man in black struck his chest with his right hand and said in a solemn voice.

 …

 The next day.

 Maoshan.

A large round table that can seat ten people is placed from Yuanfu Palace to the entrance of the mountain staircase. Each table is filled with monks and famous disciples. At a glance, there must be at least six or seven hundred people.

In Yuanfu Palace, three tables were arranged in a triangle, one large and two small. They were also full of guests at the moment... Shi Jian was dressed in a black and white monk's robe, sitting at the bottom of the main table, listening to the famous people who came with the team. The elders of the church kept complimenting the old master, but they felt like a fire was beating in their hearts without any control at all.

So every minute and second sitting here became torture.

painfully! !

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected to each other. What made Shi Jian miserable, but made the old master happy, like a spring breeze, just like the words on his face, "If you can speak, speak more."

In the current era of everyone pulling their hips, as the head of the sect, having a top student among his disciples is indeed his medal of honor.

Qin Yao sat next to him like a puppet on strings. When he heard him mentioning himself, he smiled symbolically.

 He ​​knows better than anyone else that he is not actually the protagonist of this celebration prepared for him.

"Everyone..." After three drinks, the old master suddenly stood up, and his passionate voice spread throughout the palace: "Listen to what I have to say."

The words just fell.

Maoshan disciples and many guests inside and outside the palace dropped their chopsticks one after another. The guests who were closer to the palace raised their eyes and looked into the palace, while the guests who were farther away from the palace were listening.

“A monk from my disciples once asked me, isn’t it just a disciple who got admitted to Fengdu? It’s okay to celebrate at home, but if you spread the word and invite friends from all over the world to celebrate together, will it make people laugh?”

The old master said angrily: "Today, the facts have proved that this decision is not ridiculous. Let's not mention other schools and sects, let's talk about Maoshan. The last time someone was admitted to Fengdu was five hundred years ago.

 Five hundred years, in terms of the mortal world, can be said to be a time of great changes. Why can't such a proud thing and such a glorious thing be widely publicized? "

Listening to the old master’s drum-like voice, Shi Jian’s head was in a daze, and he seriously suspected that he was being targeted by the other party!

"I won't say any more nonsense. Let's just talk about the reward for this honor. I hope this can inspire my other disciples in Maoshan..." The old master smiled and clapped his hands, turned his eyes and said: "Qin Yao, stand up. "

Qin Yao stood up with some joy and some expectation, staring directly at the old leader, constantly guessing in his heart what the reward would be.

Shi Jian's heart tightened suddenly, and he also stared at the old leader.

 As for the reward, this old guy didn’t get angry with him beforehand.

 So much so that there was no such link in the process he prepared!

"As the leader of Wai Mao, I solemnly declare that Qin Yao will be the chief disciple among the eighty-eighth generation disciples of Maoshan, ranking first among all the eighty-eighth generation disciples. All eighty-eighth generation disciples, no matter what year they started, "No matter who the master is, in front of the chief disciple, you can only call him senior brother, not junior brother," the old master said loudly.

 Chin Yao: “…”

 Ginger is still as spicy as ever, and coquettishness is as old as yours!

 Sent me away with just one account? ?

Shi Jian was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt a little palpitated.

 The onlooker sees things clearly, and he sees things more clearly and in a longer term than Qin Yao, who is the party involved.

Today, the chief position has been added, and the position is the highest among the entire eighty-eight generations. If the old master wants to choose a successor from another generation, the chief disciple will naturally be the first successor.

In other words, even though it was just a title of chief, this title was like a great righteousness, giving Qin Yao the capital to compete for the position of leader.

 What exactly does Chen Qingyan want to do?

 Does he want Qin Yao to be the leader?

Thinking of this, Shi Jian's eyes flashed with cold light, and he stood up suddenly: "Master, please think twice!"

The old head seemed to have guessed that he would stand up to stop him, and said calmly: "Does Elder Shi Jian have any objections?"

“Disciple believes that this goes against the tradition of distinction between superior and inferior, and the order of elders and younger ones.” Shi Jiang said with gritted teeth.

"Tradition?"

The old leader shook his head and said: "If we don't break the tradition, the Maoshan sect will one day withdraw from the stage of history.

 Compared with tradition, what we consider instead is inheritance!

There is a good saying in Confucianism: there is no young or old in learning, only those who are wise come first. We should also learn from them!

As for the difference between superiority and inferiority, I didn’t say that the chief of the eighty-eighth generation could be superior to the eighty-seventh generation, right? "

 Shi Jian: “…”

 For a moment I didn’t know how to object.

 But he cannot accept this fact!

"Master, I think that even this is somewhat inappropriate." Taking a deep breath, Shi Jian said loudly: "This is not fair to other disciples!"

"Fair?" the old head said sternly: "How can there be absolute fairness in this world? In other words, absolute fairness itself represents unfairness! There can only be one chief in a generation. In the current generation, if anyone is dissatisfied, Yes, just challenge the chief. As long as you can make greater contributions and defeat the opponent with dignity, you can take his place at any time."

 Shi Jian: “…”

Looking at the coldness and determination in the old head's eyes, Shi Jian knew that this was no longer something he could stop.

"good."

Suddenly, a cheering voice sounded in the void outside the door, the sound was like the roar of a dragon.

Everyone outside the hall looked up and saw a thin man with long flowing sleeves sitting on the back of a golden-winged roc, looking down with a smile.

 “He is...” an exclamation sounded from the crowd.

“Sword Demon Chu Xiong.” Someone stood up from the chair with a cry.

 When the sword demon's name was called out, the crowd was in an uproar.

In Yuanfu Palace, the old master’s face changed slightly, he led everyone out of the palace, raised his head and asked, “Did Master Chu pass by Maoshan?”

Although one of his disciples was admitted to Fengdu, he was not naive enough to think that this achievement would bring congratulations from the Sword Demon!

"Passing by? How could such a coincidence happen?" Sword Demon chuckled, and his clear voice immediately spread throughout Maoshan: "I have been ordered by the Saint of Black Mountain to congratulate Mr. Qin on his appointment and send you a congratulatory gift."

As soon as these words came out.

 The whole place was silent.

Countless people’s eyes have focused on Qin Yao.

Qin Yao was stunned and his mind went blank.

 Xiao Zhuo…

 Are you playing such a big game?

 “锵!”

Just as he was in a daze, a stream of light suddenly flew out from the Sword Demon's sleeve, and with the sound of Qingyue's sword, it was deeply inserted in front of the Yuanfu Palace. It was a long sword with a jade handle...

“Shangqing Jingzhen Jade Target Sword!!” Behind the old master, an elder couldn’t help but rushed out and shouted.

 In an instant, everyone who knew the origin of this sword was stunned.

 Including the old leader who remained calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai.

"The congratulatory gift has been delivered. Congratulations to Mr. Qin for joining Fengdu." The sword demon laughed, reached out and patted the golden-winged roc on the head. The divine bird immediately rose into the sky: "Farewell, farewell..."

Everyone watched the sword demon fly away, and there was silence for a long time.

"Qin Yao, this sword is a sacred object that has been lost for a long time in Maoshan." The old master said with a complicated expression.

"I understand, I understand. It should be returned to its original owner, back to Maoshan." Qin Yao nodded and said, but suddenly thought of Xiao Zhuo's stealing of the Xuan Mizhu...

Even Shushan couldn’t bear to see its own unique treasure. To Xiaozhuo, wouldn’t Maoshan be like a deserted place?

Grass.

Could it be that Xiao Zhuo stole this sword in the first place?

"I'm very pleased!" The old leader took a long breath and turned to look at all the senior leaders of Maoshan: "Did you all hear it? Is there anyone who still has objections to Qin Yao's title of chief?"

 The senior management were speechless and had different thoughts.

The old master pulled out the fairy sword that was deeply embedded in the ground with a wave of his hand, paused for a moment, and couldn't help but ask Qin Yao: "Qin Yao, what is your relationship with the Saint of Montenegro?"

Before he finished speaking, nearly a thousand people present looked at Qin Yao, with curiosity written on every face!

 (End of this chapter)