Ma Ao's face looked extremely ugly. Ma Zijin was prepared in his heart and did not seem very unwilling to accept it.

"Miss..." Ma Ao couldn't help but want to persuade him again. Ma Zijin waved his hand: "Don't you understand? Master asked us to seek the ceremony of apprenticeship. It was not that he was greedy for this thing."

"Test?" Maao didn't understand.

Ma Zijin subconsciously glanced at Wu Luo, and Wu Luo continued, "It is the opportunity of the disciple." Master Fu's profession requires more great opportunities than ordinary monks.

A ridiculous thought suddenly appeared in Ma Zijin's mind: Could it be that he and Wu Luo have a close relationship?

She felt like a deer bumping into her heart, and was so ashamed and angry that she was stimulated by this idea, but she was also very happy!

Ma Ao suddenly realized: "So that's it! Miss, you think that thing is no longer your opportunity, so you refuse to ask for it..."

"What's the use of saying this nonsense?" Huang Yuemei snorted: "Ma Zijin, when I become a disciple of the founding mountain, I will be the head of this sect after the master becomes a master in the future. Your wife's virtue is detrimental to her reputation, and I will sooner or later cut you out of the wall!"

After Huang Yuemei finished speaking, she turned the flying sword into a hairpin and inserted it on her head, twisted her waist and walked into the mountains.

Wu Luo was so angry that he snorted: "I want my butt without my butt, I want my waist without my waist, and I have a body like a firewood stick, and I can't be so pissed."

Maao is a "heroic man". He is so cold that he laughs out loud.

Ma Zijin blushed and couldn't help but spit on him. Unexpectedly, he had such a side, and felt a little fresh. When he looked up, he saw Wu Luo looking at him with a smile. He immediately understood that he was venting his anger for him. Although he was happy in his heart, he felt a little more sad: I, is it possible for him and me?

Huang Yuemei was furious: "Bastard, do you know who I am? You dare to offend a future talisman master and live impatiently!"

She pulled out the hairpin from her head again, and a purple light flashed across the hairpin, crackling and bursting with lightning.

Wu Luo was not willing to be outdone, so he simply summoned the magic sword Tianxing out.

As soon as this ancient weapon appeared, a stream of fierce power like a wave of sea spread out, suppressing Huang Yuemei.

"Why, I was wrong? A person like you is simply a personal tragedy. He has no capital to seduce men, but he has a heart that likes to seduce men. Unfortunately, look at you, what can you see more on your body? Even if you become a talisman master in the future? You are still destined to be lonely and helpless all your life and live your life alone!"

"You!" Huang Yue's eyes were filled with tears in her eyes. She was born in a scholarly family and received education from three to four virtues since she was a child. Therefore, she was worried about the fact that Ma Zijin was retired and thought how could such a woman have the face to live in this world? In her mind, what kind of talisman teacher is not? Taking care of her husband and children is a career for a woman in her life.

Wu Luo scolded her and said that she could not even find a man, which was extremely vicious.

Piansheng Wu Luo casually said the pain point. Huang Yuemei grew so big that no one came to propose marriage.

She was not as unbearable as Wu Luo said. Although she had a little bit of a backbone, her appearance was still very good, at least not worse than Ma Zijin.

In fact, some people like this figure, but Huang Yuemei’s family affairs are a bit strange and no one dares to come to propose marriage.

Wu Luo was just a little angry and wanted to help Ma Zijin vent his anger. Unexpectedly, he even started to scold and cry. He immediately felt accomplished and touched his head and said, "Do I have known the strength of fighting with the population recently?"

At this moment, a thick voice came from the mountain: "Who is the fellow Taoist who has traveled here? Why should I make things difficult for the younger generation with my fellow Taoist holding an ancient artifact? Please go into the mountain to talk."

Huang Yuemei and Ma Zijin were both happy when they heard the voice: "Master!"

But Wu Luo suddenly looked strange. He looked deep in Wangyun Mountain, and his Adam's apple moved a few times, and suddenly he smiled bitterly again and shook his head.

Huang Yuemei glared at him fiercely: "You are also fascinated by this vixen? Humph, such a bitch can seduce a stinky man like you. Wait, I'll let my master teach you a lesson later."

She inserted her hairpin back and walked quickly into the mountains.

Wu Luo took over the magic sword Tianxing. Ma Zijin on the side was a little worried: "You should go first. My master is very protective. If you bully Huang Yuemei, she will become a great disciple again. Master will definitely not let you go."

Wu Luo shook his head: "I'm leaving, aren't you even more inexplicable?"

After saying that, I walked in first.

Ma Zijin and Ma Ao were worried secretly and hurriedly followed. However, they did not hear Wu Luo mutter quietly: "I really didn't expect that I met an old friend here..."

Wangyun Mountain is not a famous mountain. Ma Zijin's master chose this because of its convenient geographical location.

A mountain in the mountain was cut off one and a half of the mountain with great magic power, forming a high platform.

At this time, there was an extremely brilliant palace with jasper as pillars, white jade as bricks and red jade as tiles located on this high platform.

In the open square in front of the palace, there is a pure gold throne that is even larger than Wuluo's "Shan Haise" and is 180 meters long, 80 meters wide, and 70 meters high. It is inlaid with various gems, dazzling.

On the huge throne... there was another Taishi Chair, and an old man with a clear appearance sat comfortably on the chair.

"Master!" Ma Zijin and Huang Yuemei knelt down together, and Ma Ao also quickly saluted, but Wu Luo stood still.

The old man also automatically ignored Wu Luo - the talisman master was high and rarely took irrelevant people seriously. It was mostly because of the fact that the magic sword Tianxing had been extremely powerful before.

"Get up, have you brought all your apprenticeships?" The old man's voice was deep, and his spirits were energetic, giving people the feeling of a humble elder.

Huang Yuemei quickly took out a jade box from the storage space and presented it with both hands: "Master, this is what my disciple found, the chalcedony fetus of the ten thousand years."

The old man's eyes lit up: "A thousand-year-old chalcedony, good things, please take them up and let them see them."

Huang Yuemei happily held the jade box and handed it to the old man. When the old man took it, he opened it, a faint light of treasure appeared, and the vague fresh aura dispersed, which made the old man feel excited.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

He praised twice, took the jade box, and nodded at Huang Yuemei with satisfaction: "You go down first."

"Yes, Master." Huang Yuemei went back obediently. The old man looked at Ma Zijin: "Where are you?"

Ma Zijin gritted her teeth and raised a wooden box with both hands: "Master, my disciple has not yet arrived, and I have only found a five hundred-year-old peach wood branch."

The old man frowned slightly, and Huang Yue's eyebrows on one side showed a hint of sneer.

The five hundred-year-old peach wood is not a rare object, not to mention that it is not the most precious root part, but just a very ordinary branch.

Moreover, this wooden box was found by Ma Zijin temporarily, and it looked very average, making people feel that there was nothing to look forward to at first glance.

However, the old man was still generous and did not turn his back immediately. He just said lightly: "Since that's the case, the pioneering disciple of our school is Huang Yuemei. Although you have started early, this rule was set by your teacher. You should also choose disciples in the future. Ma Zijin, when you meet Huang Yuemei in the future, you should replace him with the etiquette of your senior sister, and not neglect him."

Ma Zijin bit her lip and agreed unwillingly: "Disciple understand."

"Thank you, Master!" Huang Yuemei was overjoyed. Yingying bowed and then got up and threw a provocative look at Ma Zijin.

Ma Ao clenched his fists in anger. If the old man hadn't sat on it, she would have been unable to help but rush forward to beat up the girl named Huang Chaihuo with the means of a "heroine".

The old man waved: "After all, it's your filial piety, bring it up."

Ma Zijin held the wooden box and handed it over. The old man didn't take the five hundred-year-old peach wood branches seriously, but considering that it could not hurt the disciple's self-esteem too much, he decided to accept it.

He took the wooden box away, opened it and looked at it. He was about to say "good" to deal with it, but unexpectedly, he looked at the branch, but his eyes could no longer move away.

Ma Zijin and the other two didn't understand what was going on, so Huang Yuemei asked tentatively: "Master?"

The old man waved his hand: "Don't bother me!"

He held the wooden box, regardless of whether there were others around him, and grabbed it casually, and a golden needle as thin as hair appeared in his hand. He condensed the spiritual essence on the golden needle and gently stabbed it into the branches. Then he closed his eyes, pulled the golden needle with his fingers, and felt it gently.

After a meal, the old man finally opened his eyes, and with his fingers moved, the golden needle disappeared. When he looked at the branch again, his eyes were filled with surprise.

Huang Yuemei felt a little strange: "Master, isn't it just a five hundred-year-old peach wood? If you like it, your disciple will find you a bunch of them right away."

The old man waved his hand: "You don't understand."

He looked at Ma Zijin and asked with some anticipation: "Disciple, where did you find this branch? Is there any?"

This is equivalent to asking for something. The dignified master asked for something from his apprentice, and he was somewhat disgusted. Ma Zijin and the other two were shocked: Master Fujia’s cultivation world has nothing? But he asked his apprentice for peach wood branches. There must be a problem in the middle!

The first person who reacted was Ma Zijin: "Master, isn't this a peach wood branch?"

"Of course not." The old man smiled, looked at Huang Yuemei, and said, "I'm afraid I'll take back the words before being a teacher. Huang Yuemei, you lost this time in the apprenticeship competition. From now on, you will be Ma Zijin's junior sister. You are already late than her, and that's nothing wrong."

"What!" Huang Yuemei was shocked: "I want to call that little sister... Senior sister?"
Chapter completed!