Chapter 47 Others become apprentices, but I get crowned? Okay In the square, thousands of new disciples stood quietly, watching Li Xunhuan passing by, and all of them had the same idea: The most beautiful woman in Huangfeng Valley. There had never been a man whose looks could reach this level. Not only the female monks, but even the male monks rarely agreed with it and did not feel disgusted. As if he was born to be this way. The passage was not short, and Li Xunhuan did not walk slowly. When he approached the white jade statue of the founder of the Huangfeng Valley, he bowed like the other disciples. "Disciple Li Xunhuan pays homage to the Grandmaster." "good." If this were a normal sect disciple-recruiting ceremony in the past, it would have come to an end, but it was not the case now.
The small ceremony of forming a golden elixir and accepting a disciple is about to begin. Lei Wanhe appeared in the square. His face was full of solemnity, and his loose robe fluttered in the wind, giving off the aura of a Jindan elder. He first paid homage to the ancestor, and then turned around and faced Li Xunhuan. At the right time, the head of the sect, Zhong Lingdao, came to the statue of the founder. He held up a scroll in his palms and bowed, saying, "Here is Li Xunhuan from Lanzhou, a kind and respectful man with outstanding talent. Today, the elder Lei Wanhe of Huangfeng Valley would like to accept him as his disciple. Please bear witness, Master." The sound lingers. Not long after, a ray of light shot out from the yellow maple leaf in the white jade statue's hand, hit the scroll, and quickly disappeared. Zhong Lingdao then stood up, opened the scroll, and looked up and down, left and right on it. He suddenly paused for a few seconds and nodded seriously. He closed the scroll, clasped his hands together and raised them to salute the master, facing Lei Wanhe and Li Xunhuan, and said loudly, "I have petitioned the Patriarch of the Yellow Maple Valley to allow you two to become master and disciple. I have the name list as proof." "Thank you, Patriarch." Lei Wanhe and Li Xunhuan said in unison. Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents and Teachers, this is the name of the teacher. The ceremony is over. Zhong Lingdao stroked his beard with his left hand, thinking that it was time to end. Just when he was about to take action, something unexpected happened. A yellow maple leaf appeared out of thin air in the square and landed in front of Li Xunhuan. A voice came out from it. "Li Xunhuan has extraordinary talent and can make our Huangfeng Valley famous. Today, I will give you a rare treasure. I hope you can form an elixir soon." As the leaves fell, a yellow maple leaf flashed by and suddenly turned into a silver-white crown.
There are layers of feathers on it, like a blooming lotus or a phoenix spreading its wings ready to fly. There is a Zen right in front. Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown! But, this grade? “This is an ancient treasure passed down from ancient times. It’s weaker in power and cannot compare to a Dan-forming magic weapon, but it’s just right for you. So I asked Master Linghu for it for you. How about it? Are you surprised?" Master Lei Wanhe was very considerate and told him everything through telepathy. surprise? Li Xunhuan couldn't express his feelings. Old Swan, he is Li Xunhuan. Yang Jian was just joking. Why does this look like it's aimed at Erlang Shen? Since Lei Wanhe kept this matter secret from everyone, not only Li Xunhuan was shocked, but Zhong Lingdao was also unaware of it. But he has some vision. Seeing another thing, he thought of the crown that ordinary people wear at the age of twenty. Li Xunhuan is twenty-two years old and has just established his foundation. It is reasonable to say that he is on the path to becoming an immortal. So he interjected, "Please ask Grandmaster Lei to crown Li Xunhuan." ? While Li Xunhuan was still in a daze, Lei Wanhe secretly gave Zhong Lingdao an appreciative look. Then he stepped forward, untied the hair tied at the back of Li Xunhuan's head, and took off the Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown. The process is countless times faster than the speed at which ordinary people put on a crown. However, at this sect celebration, with thousands of people watching and six sects observing, the occasion was also countless times more important. Soon, the Xiandao version of the crowning ceremony was completed. Li Xunhuan's new form appeared in front of everyone. His appearance is clear and handsome, his ears are lobed, his shoulders are bright, and his eyes are bright. The two ears are not ears, but the silver tassels of the Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown. Lei Wanhe's voice transmission came into his ears again, this time mostly teasing. "It's the icing on the cake with your looks." "Thank you, Master." At this moment, Li Xunhuan's telepathic voice was mixed with a hint of joy.
It was not because he obtained an ancient treasure, but because of the person who gave the gift, Master Linghu. He was too narrow-minded before. What is a direct disciple of the Jindan stage? Haha! Now, please call him Yuanying disciple! Do you know what Yuanying is? As long as he doesn't want to offend Linghu and Huangfeng Valley, Li Xunhuan can rest easy in Yue State with the Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown. Even if it is a demon, he will have to consider whether it is worth killing this guy before taking action. On the surface, he is Lei Wanhe's disciple, but in reality he is the successor valued by Ancestor Linghu and the first in line to form a Jindan seed. Otherwise, why don’t others receive ancient treasures as rewards, and why don’t they receive crowns in the sect’s main hall? well. This time I made a lot of money by becoming a disciple of the sect. There are many people who can think of the same thing. For example, the monks from the six sects who came to watch the ceremony. They memorized Li Xunhuan's appearance very well, and after returning to the sect, they told their disciples to keep their eyes open and not offend anyone. Of course, they may also be afraid that their own disciples will not be able to defeat them. After all, no matter how bad it is, it is still an ancient treasure. Above the square, Zhong Lingdao's voice came. "It's done!" Everything returned to the original point, and Zhong Lingdao felt that he was born to be the leader. Although there was a small accident during the sect's disciple-recruiting ceremony, he managed to save it in the end. The next moment, something happened that caught him off guard. The thousands of disciples before him failed to realize that he was explaining the completion of the sect's grand ceremony for accepting disciples, and thought he was talking about the completion of a small ceremony for accepting disciples after the Jindan stage. Then the new disciples bowed, raised their arms in front of them, and placed their hands front and back. Thousands of people congratulated them. "Congratulations, Grandmaster, congratulations, Uncle Master," Zhong Lingdao smiled with his face but not his heart, his mood was indescribable. He could only comfort himself that this batch of disciples were too polite. So he continued to shout, "It's done." After this, it was like going back in time. The white jade statues of the founder, the ancestors of the Yellow Maple Valley and others returned one by one, the giant yellow maple tree turned back into the sect's main hall, and the feng shui map was taken back. In the center of the square, Zhong Lingdao regained control of the geomancy map, and his heart was at peace. The ceremony of accepting disciples was over. At the same time, ten huge ships appeared outside the square.
Zhong Lingdao nodded in response, and signaled the foundation-building managers in front of him to take action, saying, "Please take the new disciples back to Xuan Qian Mountain," Ten of the twenty or so foundation-building managers walked out and said, "Follow the Sect Master's order." When the ordinary disciples returned to Xuan Qianshan, Lei Wanhe and Li Xunhuan, master and disciple, also took the opportunity to leave. . . . Leiyin Cave, on the hanging island. Zhong Cheng circled around Lei Wanhe with a weird expression on his face and kept clicking his tongue. Lei Wanhe couldn't stand the other party's attitude and snorted coldly. "Old Ghost Zhong, what are you looking at? Do you want to try a certain episode of Thunder Summoning Technique?" "Hehe, Brother Lei is joking," Zhong Cheng straightened his face in response, then suddenly returned to his weird expression and said teasingly, "I didn't expect that you, Lei Wanhe, a big and strong man, would find such a handsome man. Really," "What is it really?" "It's just shit luck." Without waiting for Zhong Cheng to speak, Li Huayuan added. He is angry. This Li Xunhuan should obviously be his disciple. "You two," Lei Wanhe originally wanted to act angry and irritable, but for some reason he just couldn't get angry. People are praising him for having a good disciple. So he stopped pretending and said, "No matter what, he is my disciple now." Seeing Li Huayuan stunned, he continued to say, "Junior Brother Huayuan, don't forget to pay your respects to your uncle. I paid a lot of tributes before." "Got it. By the way, where is Li Xun Huan?" "In Baihua Valley, fellow Daoist Yanyue Sect should be sending gifts." (End of this chapter)