Chapter 229 2 Disciples
Chapter 229 2 Disciples
No wonder they have to speak out every year under pressure, the truth is, the inheritance of Jianfeng cannot be broken!
It’s a pity that the master of Jianfeng is not only a cold-hearted and ruthless Taoist, but also a leader that none of them can defeat. No matter how hard they try to persuade him, they cannot force him.
He finally met someone he wanted to be with, but she refused to be with him.
Is Jian Feng destined to suffer this disaster?
These peak masters were waiting anxiously for the leader's promise, but in the end he was sitting upright on the high platform, without even the edge of his robe moving, like an immortal in the clear wind and bright moon, standing in the snow.
Le Buyu knew that the master would not give them an answer, so he could only sigh in his heart.
Jiang Liqian stood beside Master Zhongdao. Her eyes swept across the crowd in the square and unconsciously fell on Immortal Master Qingzhi.
His profile was hidden in the clouds, and his eyes, which were always frozen all day long, showed no emotion. His snow-white robe was embroidered with a light blue, and he had black hair, a jade crown, and wide belt and sleeves. He sat above thousands of people, as graceful as an immortal in the clouds.
The ultimate indifference.
The ultimate coldness.
Are all geniuses with ice spiritual roots like this?
The hole in my heart let in cold wind, and the icy feeling spread from my heart to my limbs, even making my breathing extremely slow.
Suddenly a warm bead was stuffed into the palm of her hand. She was startled and looked down. It turned out that Xu Youan lit up his spirit-suppressing bead and stuffed it into her hand.
She glanced sideways in surprise, and Xu Youan squinted his eyes, as if smiling, or just looking at her sincerely. His eyes, reflected in the starry sky, clearly depicted her shadow.
It seems to be saying, Senior Sister, are you still cold?
She was stunned and unconsciously held the warm spiritual bead tightly.
But she quickly came to her senses, returned the spirit pearl to him, and shook her head at him.
She is not cold.
The chill in her heart cannot be driven away by external forces, she has to rely on herself.
The disciple-recruiting conference has entered the most critical step, and it is time to start selecting a master.
Among the disciples who were able to stay this time, the one with the best qualifications was Xiong Ling who had top-grade fire spiritual roots, followed by Shen Qingqing who had five elements spiritual roots.
Xiong Ling took the first step forward, his eyes unconsciously glancing in Jiang Liqian's direction. His lips moved, and he was about to say something, but the waiter beside him reminded him at the right moment: "Young Master, the master of the house has already given orders, and you must obey them."
The lower lip was bitten so hard that it turned blue and white.
He lowered his eyes, leaned forward, and knelt in the direction of the Immortal Master Qingzhi. "I am Xiong Ling of the Xiong family. I would like to take the Immortal Master as my master and sincerely request that the Immortal Master accept me as his disciple."
There was a moment of silence in the square.
Every disciple who came to the Qiankun Sect wanted to become a disciple of the Immortal Master Qingzhi, but few had the courage to say it in front of so many people, despite the pressure of a 90% chance of rejection. Many people just secretly hoped that the Immortal Master Qingzhi would take a liking to them at first sight and choose them as his disciples, even if it was just an inner sect disciple.
Of course, Xiong Ling is braver than others, and his own qualifications are also an important reason. He possesses excellent and top-grade spiritual roots, and they are fire-type spiritual roots that are mainly used for violence and killing. He is a natural talent for learning swordsmanship.
No one would reject a disciple like him.
Qingzhi really didn't refuse.
After a long silence, when all the peak masters had given up hope, Immortal Master Qingzhi nodded.
The cold sound of mountain snow reached everyone's ears clearly.
"I can accept you as my disciple."
Xiong Ling bowed down, without a trace of light in his dim eyes.
Jiang Liqian looked at this scene with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.
Ha, what about the destined master and disciple? Those who have the master-disciple relationship with him are probably so numerous that they can’t be counted from Qiankun Sect to Hopeless Sea!
How could she have been so foolish in her previous life? Just because of his words, she chose him without hesitation. If she had been smarter at that time and directly followed Master Bai Yin to Tai Kun Sect, perhaps what happened later would not have happened to her.
"From now on, you are Jianfeng's personal disciple, the second disciple."
Before the peak masters' excited hearts could calm down, they suddenly got stuck.
Wha...what?
Second disciple?
They must have heard it right. The master said that he would personally teach you and be your second disciple?
What the hell is this? Jianfeng doesn’t have any personal disciples, so how come this first one he accepted became his second disciple?
Could it be that the master hasn't accepted a disciple for many years, his mind is confused and he remembered it wrong, or he doesn't know the rules of accepting disciples?
"Master..." Le Buyu, under the gazes of several peak masters, gritted his teeth and tried to remind him, "This is unreasonable. You haven't..."
"If you don't want to, you can leave now." The cold voice left no room for comment.
The peak masters fell silent again, and no one dared to persuade them.
However, Xiong Ling didn't care about this. He had already followed his father's instructions and became a disciple of the Immortal Lord. Whether he was the eldest disciple or the second disciple was meaningless to him and he didn't care.
"Disciple, I pay my respects to Master."
The leaders of the various peaks could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that Xiong Ling was so understanding and did not look angry at all.
Fortunately, fortunately, such a good seedling was not left to other sects in vain.
Let him be the second disciple. After all, from today on, Jianfeng will no longer have only a few inner disciples to fill the void, and Jianfeng's heritage can be passed on.
Good.
Immortal Qingzhi raised his hand, and a scarlet storage ring fell into Xuan Ling's hand.
Xiong Ling was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was a gift from Immortal Qingzhi to him. He immediately thanked him again, and then waited obediently on the side, waiting for the disciple-recruiting meeting to be over so that he could go to Jianfeng with him.
At this moment, Jiang Liqian's eyes were full of complexity. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She felt that it was fate that was playing tricks on her, and she felt physically and mentally exhausted, and even a little bit ridiculous.
In this life, she gave up the position of senior sister, but unfortunately, Xiong Ling still couldn't climb to the position he wanted.
But this time, he couldn't blame her.
"What are you thinking about?" A cold voice suddenly rang in her ears. She looked up in fear and saw a pair of icy eyes staring at her quietly.
Like a sword with a sudden flash of cold light, it pointed directly at the darkest and most painful place in her heart.
Jiang Liqian instinctively wanted to step back in fear, but when she came to her senses, she immediately suppressed the urge and saluted the other party calmly: "Master, I am not thinking about anything."
Master Chongdao stood in front of his young disciple and glared at Immortal Master Qingzhi with dissatisfaction: "I've already told you that my daughter Qian'er is timid. Don't always scare her with such a cold face. If she gets scared and cries, you won't be held responsible."
Qingzhi's indifferent gaze swept across Master Zhongdao's face, and then inadvertently passed by Jiang Liqian. Xu Youan, with a tense back and a sudden change of expression, said nothing in the end and stopped talking.
This little episode suddenly made others think that someone's apprentice seemed to be always on the mind of the master. Could it be...
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