From entering to coming out, it took only half a cup of tea. Even after coming out, the deacon at the library thought he was out empty-handed.

He handed over the wooden sign in exchange for the "Innate Gang Qi" magic and borrowed it for a round. Li Xianyuan rushed back to Ning Jiya's mansion.

The maid opened the door and said that they were all in the pavilion. Li Xianyuan went straight to the pavilion, and walked in the corridor and saw a few figures in the pavilion in the center. The third senior brother Ximen Haiyao was also there.

"Immortality, come and meet your junior sister Lu Nianlei."

"Master, third senior brother." Li Xianyuan looked at the disciple whom the master was looking for: "Junior Sister Nianlei."

"Senior Brother Xianyuan." The speaker was bowing down. He was an exquisite girl, wearing an apricot yellow silk skirt, phoenix eyes, a goose face with shyness, and a smile on the corners of her lips. She looked a little smaller than Li Xianyuan, so his senior brother should be justified.

"Nianlei has extraordinary qualifications. He has just been practicing for a year and is now at the seventh level of Qi Refining. You, a senior brother, have to work harder." Ning Jiya teased. Knowing that Li Xianyuan's qualifications are not high, she was motivated and then stopped.

Li Xianyuan nodded, and the four masters and apprentices sat in the pavilion for a while and left. Only Li Xianyuan and Lu Nianlei were left. Or were they intentionally letting the two be alone?

The atmosphere was like fragrant tea on the table, and it became slightly cool. Li Xianyuan was not good at speaking and had no intention of speaking. Lu Nianlei didn't know what to say, but he disappeared.

After a long time, Lu Nianlei held herbal tea in her hand, and made every move like a lady from a family. He smiled and said, "If you have any questions about your practice, you can come to find your junior sister."

I think she knows something about Li Xianyuan.

Li Xianyuan nodded and said that he knew. After thinking about it, it was inappropriate to leave. Anyway, there was no hurry to practice magic, so he accompanied her to sit in the pavilion.

Not long after, Junior Sister Lu got up and bowed slightly to Li Xianyuan: "Junior Sister is going to practice in the room, so I won't bother Brother me anymore."

What she said was that she was secretly mocking herself for not practicing hard? Li Xianyuan thought to herself. Perhaps she was thinking too much. After she was dissipated, Li Xianyuan nodded and watched Lu Nianlei leave.

Today is the last day to open the door and accept disciples. The sun sets in the mountains, Li Xianyuan sits cross-legged in the Lingcao Garden and practices, with the afterglow spreading all over his body.

A sound transmission note exploded in my ears, and it was the sound transmission note of the master.

"As soon as the Eight Immortals Bell rings, follow me to the main peak to participate in the introductory ceremony."

Li Xianyuan stood up, glanced at him and surrounded him with a fence. The huge spiritual herb garden. If these spiritual herbs were intelligent, would they cheer and shout: Look at our similar transformations!

Dong--

Li Xianyuan looked up slightly and looked at the main peak surrounded by clouds and mist.

Invisible ripples spread throughout the eight peaks, and the bells were like muffled thunder, sweeping across the world.

Soon, countless rainbow lights flew from each peak and headed straight to the center main peak.

...

The lights were just on, and the introductory ceremony was crowded with people, and the banquets were almost endless. The lanterns were scattered above my head, and the night was as bright as day.

This time, Chunyang Sect received more than tens of thousands of disciples. Apart from the registered names that could not be participated in, the outer disciples. The ceremony was held at the inner sect and the disciples were taught more than a few thousand.

Elders and deacons of each peak sat at the front banquet, and then they were personally taught disciples. Li Xianyuan did not like the excitement, so he hid in a quiet corner, and savored tea quietly.

It was dark night, so few people noticed that he was a personal disciple.

At the front table, the master turned his head to look for Li Xianyuan. I don’t know what method I used, but in a few breaths, I found Li Xianyuan hiding in a corner. He chuckled and turned around and ignored him.

Half an hour passed, and suddenly there were riots. The disciples around him were excited for some reason. Li Xianyuan looked at the stage, and there was a person standing on the stage, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly when he was far away. Hearing the discussions around, the people on the stage were the ancestor of this sect, Lu Dongbin!

He had all eyes on devout admiration and worship, but Li Xianyuan sat at the table and served tea cups and savored tea. After seeing Sun Wukong, how could he lose his mind because of Lu Dongbin?

"Little brother, what's the purpose of your visit to my little sect?"

There was a sudden sound from the slanting ground, and an arm wrapped around Li Xianyuan. As the swayed, a little tea splashed out from the tea cup. Li Xianyuan turned his head and saw a young man with a sharp-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a gray shirt.

"The purpose? It is naturally to become a disciple."

"Add to be a disciple? Don't make trouble." The young man grinned and showed his white teeth: "You, the immortal Zhengde, came to my small temple to become a disciple. This is not a loss of life for my disciples."

"...Lu Dongbin?" After a moment of pondering, Li Xianyuan asked.

"Hehe, no talent, no talent, it's just that." The young man was kind-hearted and admitted it without being humble on the surface.

"On that stage..." Li Xianyuan looked at the figure on the stage through the numerous figures, and said in confusion.

The young man waved his hand, grabbed the teacup from Li Xianyuan's hand, drank it all, smacked his lips and spit out the tea leaves: "It's just a incarnation, I have to say it every time I accept a disciple, and I'm so tired of being tired."

Turning to look at the disciples whom Li Xianyuan was devoutly admiring.

"How is that monkey now? Without its playfulness, Lu Yan, I have been living a depressed life for the past thousand years." Lu Dongbin asked casually.

"I don't know the current situation of the Great Sage," said Li Xianyuan.

"But I know if you keep playing like this, you will be the next big fuss in the Heavenly Palace." This sentence turned around in your throat, but still couldn't say it.

"But Lu..." Li Xianyuan paused, not knowing how to call him. Master? He didn't want to call him like that. Brother Lu? He was really shameless.

Li Xianyuan calmly skipped this point: "How do you know that I have met the Great Sage?"

Lu Dongbin pretended not to care and laughed, "Hehe, when he was Bimawen, he often asked us Eight Immortals to play with him. How could we not recognize his seed? Your seed is obviously given to you by the monkey."

After saying that, he patted Li Xianyuan on the shoulder: "Look at your boy, you have some sensibility. The future is long. If you have time to invite you to drink, you will leave."

After his shoulders lightened, Li Xianyuan turned his head again, and there was no sign of a young man.

The tea cup in front of me was empty, and there was no tea leaves. This means it was not a dream just now.

Looking at Lu Dongbin on the stage, although the fairy spirit is swaying, it really lacks a little humanity.

"Did you see it?" The sudden voice sounded in my ears, and my arm was put on Li Xianyuan's shoulder again.

"You are not leaving." Li Xianyuan looked at him sideways.

Lu Dongbin, who appeared beside him, scratched his cheek: "I'm leaving. I thought I didn't have a place to go now, so I'd better chat with you for a while."

Li Xianyuan was silent and poured himself a cup of tea. As soon as he picked it up, he was snatched away by Lu Dongbin and drank it all.

"..." Li Xianyuan stared at Lu Dongbin without blinking his black eyes.

At first, Lu Dongbin pretended not to care about vomiting tea leaves, but later Li Xianyuan stared at her and said impatiently: "I'm afraid of you."

He picked up the teapot and poured the tea. Lu Dongbin picked up the tea cup and handed it to Li Xianyuan, and curled his lips and said, "Here, the tea poured by Lu Chunyang, the leader of the Eight Immortals, is not even the monkey who enjoys this honor. Just laugh at you."

"I always feel that being with you is short and boring. I'm really leaving this time!"

He heard the nagging in his ears, and Li Xianyuan reached out to pick up the teacup. The moment he touched it, the word "left" sounded at the same time.
Chapter completed!