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Chapter 124 Check-in Procedures

He saw that the Supreme Elder's eyes passed over Zhiming and did not blame him for entering without permission, and he couldn't help but feel relaxed.

It seems that it is just as my senior brother said, Master has a very good temper.

He bravely asked, "I wonder what the Master wants me to do today?"

The eyes of the Grand Elder hidden under the mask flashed for a moment.

Then he pondered and said, "I have received news from the Deacon Hall that you have passed the trial. From now on, you are a disciple of the Jiuxuan Sect."

He glanced at Wen Yuxi and suddenly said, "From now on, you should practice with your senior brother. I often go into seclusion, so if you have any questions about cultivation, you can ask Zhiming."

Wen Yuxi was stunned. Does this mean to ignore him?

He nodded hesitantly, "Yes, Master."

It seems that he really guessed right. The master didn't actually want to accept him as a disciple, but he took a liking to his senior brother, so he had no choice but to accept him.

Wen Yuxi didn't care who he followed to practice, so naturally he wouldn't feel disappointed.

It was also for this reason that Wen Yuxi was not so nervous.

He took a deep breath and slowly asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"My senior brother said that Master calculated that my elder brother is safe this time and will encounter opportunities and embark on the path of immortal cultivation. I would like Master to help me predict when my elder brother and I can meet again."

The Grand Elder replied, "We'll see when we meet."

Damn, isn't this nonsense?

Wen Yuxi complained crazily in his heart: Listening to your words is like listening to a speech.

Forget it, maybe there are some things that cannot be said openly. Isn’t it harmful to the body to deduce the secrets of heaven? I can understand that.

After all, he is just a master in name only.

Then he gave them a few more instructions and let them go back.

Wen Yuxi was speechless.

So what is the purpose of coming here today?

Don’t we have to offer tea when meeting the master? Are these etiquettes waived?

As expected of a leisurely person, he really does whatever he wants.

Wen Yuxi and Zhiming walked out of the cave silently, feeling indescribable along the way.

As soon as they came out, they saw that the barrier outside had closed again.

Zhiming looked at him, looking sickly, his dark eyes deep. He stopped in the open space and spoke slowly.

"Junior brother, you..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Wen Yuxi. He hugged Zhiming's arm, shook it, and pretended to be aggrieved.

"Brother, Master doesn't like me."

The voice was very low, like that of an abandoned puppy.

After he finished speaking, he stole a glance at his senior brother's expression and continued to exert his strength: "He must not like me and is unwilling to teach me the skills."

Zhiming happened to catch a glimpse of the cunning flash in his eyes and whispered, "I think Junior Brother seems...very happy."

What?

Wen Yuxi scratched his ears.

He acted so hard, but his senior brother saw through him?

But noticing the meaningful smile on his senior brother's face, he knew he had been exposed, and hurriedly said in a flattering tone, "Then I thought, senior brother taught me the technique, and I became happy again."

"Let's go back."

Zhiming changed the subject.

Without waiting for Wen Yuxi to react, he summoned a flying sword, put his arm around Wen Yuxi's waist, and flew up with the wind.

Having ridden on his senior brother's sword many times, Wen Yuxi is no longer so afraid.

He was still thinking about following Zhiming's words: "Brother, do you know how old our Master is? Forty, fifty, a hundred?"

Zhiming's eyelids twitched a few times, and he whispered, "I don't know."

He paused and said, "But he's not that old."

Why can I still hear the sound of gnashing teeth?

Wen Yuxi curled her lips and muttered softly, "You're already so old and you're still imitating others by wearing masks. This is cosplay!"

The fingers at his waist curled slightly, pulling him closer.

Wen Yuxi laughed twice, and moved forward suddenly, so that the two of them were closer.

The slightly cool fingertips pressed against his lower chest, touching his ticklish spot, and he couldn't help but cry out.

Wen Yuxi raised her head and stared at Zhiming's chin with resentment.

This guy is definitely taking revenge!

What’s the matter? Master doesn’t allow people to say it!

Wen Yuxi was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she deliberately whispered in his ear.

"I guess he is ugly and afraid to see people, so he covers his face with a mask."

Zhiming lowered his eyelids slightly and ignored his words.

Her eyes fell on the lotus mark on the back of his neck, and she raised her hand to cover it as if possessed.

The tip of the index finger gently rubbed it, and the warm and delicate touch invaded the brain along the extremely sensitive fingers.

There seemed to be bloodshot in his eyes and his heart seemed to be trembling.

My body is clamoring, wanting to hold the person in my arms...

Always belong to you.

Zhiming narrowed his eyes, desire surging in his eyes.

"Brother, is there something on my neck?"

Wen Yuxi felt his senior brother's hand on his neck, and he reached out to touch the skin there with some curiosity.

"Snapped--"

The two hands touched each other.

Wen Yuxi withdrew his hand again.

"Hair." Zhiming whispered.

After saying that, he picked up a broken hair and handed it to Wen Yuxi.

Wen Yuxi took it in a daze. He didn’t feel itchy just now.

Then place it in the palm of your hand and let the hair go with the wind.

After a while.

Wen Yuxi saw that his senior brother's flying sword did not stop at his residence, but flew to the other side.

"Brother, are you taking me to see the house?"

"No, we're going to the Deacon's Hall."

Wen Yuxi swayed in his arms, puzzled: "Why is this happening? Hasn't the process been completed?"

"You haven't decided where to live yet."

Wen Yuxi was slightly stunned and hesitated, "Aren't you going to live in Yuping Mountain with Brother?"

Zhiming lowered his eyes and whispered, "The sect will focus on teaching basic knowledge and skills in the next few months. It will be more convenient for you to live with the other disciples."

Oh, so that's how it is.

He was so scared that he thought he was going to become a child without anyone to take care of him.

He stared at Zhiming expectantly and asked, "Then we can move back home later, right?"

"Ah."

Zhiming's eyes moved slightly and he nodded slowly.

Deacon Hall.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man in his forties sat at the desk with an expressionless face.

Holding a jade slip in his hand, he read ten lines at a glance with a focused gaze.

Without even looking up, he spoke in a deep, deep voice, with a hint of impatience: "What's going on?"

Wen Yuxi raised his eyebrows.

It seems as if I can see the mental state of a corporate slave in him.

Wen Yuxi placed the disciple jade token on the table.

He glanced at the jade plaque with the words "Bai Pi Lin" standing beside him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he called out in a clear voice.

"Master Bai, I'll arrange accommodation."

The man frowned when he heard this and looked up: "Hasn't everything been completed for the new disciples?"

Wen Yuxi choked and explained, "I'm a disciple of Yuping Mountain, but I haven't done anything yet. What procedures are required?"

"Are you the new disciple of the Grand Elder?"

The man's impatient expression turned into curiosity.

"Yes."

He squinted his eyes and looked at it, and his eyes, which were not big to begin with, became a slit.

But those eyes were bright and there was a faint glimmer of brilliance in them.

Wen Yuxi felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her and frowned.

Then he laughed again and said, "But it's difficult to handle? Then I'd better let my senior brother do it. After all, I don't understand it either."

After saying that, he turned around and left.