Na Yang, the lord of the garrison palace who had already announced that he would no longer accept disciples, will once again accept Xiaonan's son Xiaobao as his disciple. The introductory ceremony will be held on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Na Yang invites monks from all over the world to come and watch the ceremony.

Once this news was spread by the garrison, a whirlwind blew up in the monks' realm.

The slap in the face is really a real slap in the face. Chichengzi and Xun Yitai's face hurt again, but they couldn't say anything.

Those small actions in private seemed ridiculous when the number one in the world of monks showed its sharpness!

Looking at the forum of the Cultivation World, Hong Qingyun's face was extremely gloomy.

"What does Yang mean? Are you really planning to cover up this imitation Xiaonan?"

Chen Dongluo next to him looked angry and said in a deep voice: "The guard office regards the leader of the cultivator world as the leader of the cultivator world, and is in charge of justice; this time he dares to take risks and cover up the evil demons, and even... even support the evil demons! He doesn't take us seriously!"

Yang Yun's face was a little gloomy at this time, but she didn't say anything; but her mood was a little weird at this time, and she didn't know whether it was a blessing or anger...

Since she was suppressed by Xiaonan, she has fallen into a strange mood. She has always wanted to defeat Xiaonan and avenge her previous shame; but she doesn't seem to want to really hurt him; this complex and strange mood has been entangled with her recently!

However, Xu Xiling next to her still looked calm and drank a cup of black tea seriously. In such a cold winter, it was so comfortable to have a cup of black tea to warm your stomach.

As for the others, they looked at Hong Qingyun with a very bad face at this time and didn't dare to speak out easily. Everyone knows why Hong Qingyun came down for the purpose of the first mission.

Now that the spiritual envoy is killed again, if Hong Qingyun cannot handle it well this time, he is afraid that Hong Qingyun will be punished heavily; and, he is afraid that it will affect his future.

At this time, if you don’t do well, if you say it wrong, you will be afraid that Hong Qingyun will be missed, so it’s better not to say it.

Hong Qingyun's face was gloomy and silent for a while, and said in a cold voice: "So what about the guarding palace? How much face has my Tianmeng given to Yang over the years? How many benefits have he given this cultivation world? If Yang really dares to go against my Tianmeng, it would be a death sentence. Could it be that he really thought that no one could cure his little supernatural powers?"

"That's right, Brother Hong said it is reasonable!" Listening to Hong Qingyun's cold words, everyone was slightly excited. Yes... What's the point of a small peak in magical power? If you really anger the Tianmeng, you will be a crime that will not be able to survive!

"He accepted his apprentice, but he dared to interfere in our affairs; then don't blame me for being polite!" Hong Qingyun's face was cold and set a tone for this matter.

Faced with this matter, the reactions of all factions were different. For example, the Lin family, in the conference room, Lin Zongfeng and the four elders were all smiling happily. Originally, they were worried that Xiao Nan could not support his independence in the face of the world's upright faction and Hong Qingyun. However, the Lin family was not easy to intervene in support.

Now that Yang made such a statement, it will be much safer in the future.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the guards came and went, making it very lively.

In the backyard, the ritual officer was dressing up for imitating Xiaobao. Yumo, who had always been calm, ran in with a little sweat to urge him to promote the situation.

Seeing the sweat on Yumo's forehead, Lin Yuyin couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiaomo, it's hard for you in the past."

No, this ceremony of apprenticeship is full of things, so Yang handed over all the chores to Yu Mo to handle. If a psychic monk is busy, he will be busy.

Yu Mo smiled respectfully and said, "For the sake of junior brother and Xiaonan, what's the hard work for me? To be honest, I would also like to thank Xiaonan. If it weren't for Xiaonan's appearance, my cultivation progress wouldn't have been so fast."

"Brother Mo, why do you need to wear ancient costumes?"

Looking at his son's clothes, Fun Xiaonan said with a little confusion: "Didn't that the lord of the mansion have always been unqualified?"

Yumo said, "You are right, but Xiaobao worships different masters. If you just want a monk as your teacher, you can do whatever you want according to their own rules. But Xiaobao wants to worship a teacher as his teacher, you must know the teacher's status in the world of monks. His every move not only represents himself, but also represents the entire guardian, so Xiaobao must be more orthodox!"

After a pause, Yumo chuckled and said, "It's a blessing that the Spring Festival has just passed. If it were the dog days of summer, Xiaobao would be so hot."

"Oh, that's it!" Fun Xiaonan nodded slowly. Although he was familiar with the guards' office, he had never paid attention to Yang's situation of taking disciples.

Soon, Xiaobao dressed up like a porcelain doll, and with his unparalleled special physique, he was as bright as a treasure jade, as if he was protected by the aura of a fairy spirit.

After a little tidying up, the family members rushed to the reservation, but heard a noise coming. Before they could reach the viewing platform of the guard's mansion, they saw countless monks crowded with people.

"People, please be quiet!"

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Tan Qianmu walked slowly on the platform. He shouted softly, and the entire square trembled slightly. The monks who were still talking stopped and looked at the platform.

As the director of the inspection department of the garrison office and with a half-step magical power, everyone respects the head of the palace.

Moreover, this is the garrison palace and the place where the leaders of the monk world are located. Even if they have the desire to covet, how dare they resist Yang's majesty at such a solemn and grand ceremony?

"Today, my teacher Yang Da opened the viewing platform, respecting the heaven, earth, and man three pillars of incense, using the heaven as evidence, and using the earth as a basis, will collect Xiaobao and be a disciple of the closed door!"

Tan Qianmu waved his blue shirt, and the grand sound was like a twilight drum and morning bell, which resounded throughout the viewing platform and spread to all directions.

"What? It turns out to be a closed disciple. Didn't you say you only accept a personal disciple?"

"This kid is the spirit of heaven and earth. The palace lord accepts him as a closed disciple, which is not surprising!"

The audience couldn't help but whisper again. The so-called closed disciple is the last disciple. After accepting this disciple, they will close the disciple.

From another perspective, since you will not accept disciples again, then as a master, you will devote all your energy to the disciples of the closed party, teach them to the disciples of the closed party, and pass on most of your abilities to the disciples of the closed party.

It is also true that the disciples of the closed door are destined to become the most dazzling existences of all disciples.

Besides, he became the closed disciple of the mansion master, and his status has vaguely surpassed Yang's disciples Tan Qianmu and Yumo.

Under the viewing platform, in the front area, Hong Qingyun and others from the spiritual world seemed to be smiling, looking at Tan Qianmu and Yumo next to him with strange faces.

This was a thunderous thunder for Tan Qianmu, who was determined to become the next head of the palace. But as the host, he looked at Hong Qingyun's provocative gaze over there and his eyebrows jumped a few times, but soon, he had no expression on his face and continued to preside over the ceremony.

Yumo smiled faintly. His way was to pursue a higher realm, but it didn't matter how much the status of this mansion was.

"quiet!"

Tan Qianmu frowned slightly and shouted in a deep voice again.

After the audience calmed down, Tan Qianmu bowed slightly and said to one side, "I would like to invite Master to pay a gift!"

With Yang Yanbutai in white clothes, the scene finally became quiet. Facing this number one person in the lower world, no one dared to be disrespectful at all. Even Hong Qingyun, who looked disdainful, looked a little restrained at this time.

Then Yang sat down, followed by the imitation Xiaobaotai.

After looking at the small figure stage, many of the handsome young man who continued to sit next to watch with a smile, his eyes lit up; this is Changsheng Jun imitating Xiaonan...

The eyes of Xiaonan who admired Xiaonan were shining, while more hostile people were all full of vigilance, and the scene became lively in an instant.

Under the attention of the crowd, I felt a lot of hostile gazes. Imitation Xiaonan's face remained unchanged, but I just smiled indifferently and didn't take these people at all.

Xiaobao walked to the stage and knelt down without saying a word. Yumo told him carefully that although he was young, his mind was far beyond his peers, and there would be no problems.

Looking at the noisy Kunlun, the Xun family and Hong Qingyun and others who seemed to be prepared, Xiaonan didn't care at all. If a group of mobs annoyed him, they would all use one sword to kill him.

Yang turned around and walked to the copper furnace, leaned over and bowed three times to the copper furnace, and each bowed to the knee, then walked to the cauldron, took off a copper hammer that was tied to the cauldron, and rang nine times in a row at the cauldron.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Every bell sound is clear and pleasant, like ripples of water, swinging all directions. The bell sounds like chanting of ancient gods, and it has a sacred feeling that cleanses people's souls.

No one was noisy anymore. Under the viewing platform, every disciple had a pilgrimage expression on his face. The bell of the tripod was a god of impermanence. As soon as the bell rang, there was a mysterious power that made them worship him.

At the moment the bell rang, a faint light rose from the guard house, with phantoms rushing and strange phenomena drifting away.

"The Kunlun School congratulates the master of the house for his good disciples, and specially sent a five-leaf Ganoderma lucidum to congratulate him!"

"The Qingcheng Sect congratulates the Lord of the Palace for his good disciples, and specially sent a thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum to congratulate him!"

"The Emei Sect congratulates the master of the house for his happy experience and sends a thousand-year-old bead to congratulate him!"

"Southeast Lin Family..."

"Southwest Xun Family..."

Representatives of various sects stood under the viewing platform, then held many treasures in their hands and sent them respectfully to congratulate the leader.

Although most of them were not willing, Yang's formation was too big and too grand, and it was like a formation that brought the successors of the robe and bowl.

Looking at the entire garrison, Yang Rong has received less than five personal disciples for more than a hundred years, but this formation was only possible when the great disciple Tan Qianmu, who was able to do so.
Chapter completed!