Chapter 153

"Brother Jiang?"

Li Qingyun, who had been paying attention to Jiang Ding, didn't know why, but he also stood up and stood with his hands tied.

Sure enough, after a while, a white-browed old cultivator and a rough man walked in together, looking at Jiang Ding with slight surprise.

With their realm, even if they didn't hide, Foundation Establishment cultivators might not be able to detect them in advance, but a mere mortal could do this. It was indeed a Primordial Sword Body.

"Seen the Supreme Elder!"

Jiang Ding and the other said respectfully.

After the guidance of the old Daoist with a wine-red nose, they knew the identities of the two.

Golden Core cultivators!

The supreme rulers of the Qiyu Sect, land immortal-style figures with a lifespan of six hundred years, moving mountains and filling seas, burning cities and destroying countries is nothing but ordinary.

Especially Jiang Ding, who was careful and careful, trying his best to do the best in etiquette and posture, much more restless than the ignorant Li Qingyun.

Except for the Immortal Sect, almost all high-tier cultivators have more or less capricious personalities.

If you are not careful and have any discourtesy, he may slap you to death and then destroy your clan, regardless of any sect family interest trade-offs, fully implementing the free and chaotic side of the immortal Dao.

"Two little friends, don't be restrained, just treat the Qiyu Sect as your home."

The white-browed old cultivator also keenly noticed the restlessness of the two and smiled at himself.

No matter how talented they are, they are only sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers.

"Yes, Supreme Elder!"

Jiang Ding and the other became more and more respectful.

"Forget it, it will be fine after a long time together."

The white-browed old cultivator didn't force it, looked at Li Qingyun, and said kindly: "I am Li Tianzhong, from Li Family Village, Baishui County, Chizhou Prefecture, Yue Kingdom. By the luck of the immortal Dao, I entered the late Golden Core stage. Speaking of which, we are also fellow villagers."

"Little friend Li, would you like to worship me as your teacher?"

Li Qingyun was stunned, then showed ecstasy, knelt down with a thud, and said loudly: "Disciple Li Qingyun, see the benefactor! May the benefactor's immortal Dao flourish and his lifespan be endless!"

"Haha! Good apprentice!"

The white-browed old cultivator laughed loudly. Near the end of his life, being able to get a good apprentice to inherit his mantle and protect the sect and family is a great joy in life.

He took out a green jade pendant.

"This top-grade magic treasure Green Spirit Pendant has the ability to protect the body and gather spirits. It was used by the teacher when he was young. I hope you will also be as smooth as the teacher, without illness or disaster until Golden Core."

"Thank you, benefactor!"

Li Qingyun respectfully took the jade pendant, carefully wore it on his waist, stood behind the white-browed old cultivator, and looked at the rough man with his peripheral vision.

In his mind, no matter how high the talent of the first place on the Dragon Phoenix Ranking is, it won't be lower than his own, and the combat power is more than a notch higher, so he should also worship a Golden Core immortal as his teacher.

Unexpectedly to Li Qingyun, the rough man didn't make any move, just watched.

"The apprenticeship ceremony will be held later."

The white-browed old cultivator gave a command and looked at Jiang Ding: "Little friend, the old man's benefactor had a last wish when he was dying, to find the inheritor of the benefactor's cultivation technique "Pure Yang Golden Lotus Book". The old man and his junior brother have been searching for hundreds of years, but have found nothing."

"I still regret it to this day."

Zhou Sanyan looked up at the sky.

The benefactor sat down when she was old, and two of her disciples formed Golden Core, so she had a fart last wish.

Li Qingyun's eyelids jumped, looking at Jiang Ding incredibly.

"Little friend Jiang, would you like to worship my benefactor, Golden Lotus True Person, as your teacher?"

"This, this..."

Jiang Ding's face changed, and he didn't dare to speak.

His spiritual sense instinctively touched the rusty sword tip, ready to run away at any time.

Is this Golden Core not living too long, and his nerves are disordered?

Or is it a test,

One sentence wrong and slap to death?

"Why, little friend Jiang doesn't look up to my benefactor, Golden Lotus True Person?" The white-browed old cultivator deliberately put on a straight face.

"Senior, dare not!"

Jiang Ding bowed deeply.

"It's just that the little boy has low virtue and shallow talent, and his knowledge is vulgar, so he dare not be a fellow apprentice with the two seniors."

"That would make my two senior brothers unfilial, and I would have no face to see the benefactor under the nine springs." The white-browed old cultivator sighed miserably: "Thinking of my benefactor, it has been two hundred and fifty-seven years since she passed away..."

Zhou Sanyan looked over expressionlessly, the pressure of the Golden Core level looming.

"No such intention!"

Jiang Ding's scalp exploded, his figure almost disappeared instantly, and it took a great deal of willpower to calm down. His brain turned rapidly, and only then did he barely judge that,

These two Golden Cores don't seem to have much malice, they just seem to want to accept an apprentice on behalf of the master?

Why?

"Then what do you mean?"

The white-browed old cultivator asked with a smile.

Zhou Sanyan was expressionless, increasing a trace of pressure, and the pressure like a mountain surged over.

"Where is my master Golden Lotus True Person?"

Jiang Ding hardened his heart, ready to run away at any time.

Today, I finally experienced the capriciousness of a Golden Core old monster, and the feeling of repeatedly jumping on the road to the Yellow Springs at any time.

Never have such an opportunity again.

"Hahaha! Very good!"

The white-browed old cultivator laughed loudly, rolled up Jiang Ding and turned into a rainbow light and flew out, Zhou Sanyan followed with Li Qingyun.

Not long after, two escape lights landed on the tall and majestic Ancestor Hall on the top of the mountain.

The glazed tile roof, the main hall is higher than many mountains in the mortal world, each with seven-colored clouds of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and Thunder, as if walking into an immortal palace, the smell of incense at the tip of the nose is pungent, making people's spirits slightly shocked.

The white-browed old cultivator looked solemn, leading the three to walk slowly into the main hall, until he saw tablets flashing with spiritual light standing in rows.

Among them, the most front, largest, and most conspicuous is a seven-colored tablet, with the words "Spirit Tablet of the Founding Ancestor Qiyu True Person" written on it.

The white-browed old cultivator and Zhou Sanyan moved gently, solemnly offering three sticks of incense, and then said: "You come to pay respects, this is the founding ancestor of this sect, Qiyu True Person."

"The ancestor had deep immortal luck, great fortune, and when his realm was low, he obtained a heaven-defying opportunity, cultivated to the peak of Golden Core realm, swept across the surrounding countries, and was respected by thousands of people."

"After the ancestor sat down, he left behind the supreme treasure Seven-Row Stele, Nine-Heaven Relics, and other sect foundations, allowing the sect to continue to this day, benefiting our descendants."

"See the ancestor!"

Jiang Ding and the other kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

After a ceremony, several people came to a tablet in the middle left, with the words "Spirit Tablet of the 17th Generation Ancestor Golden Lotus True Person" written on it.

A portrait slowly unfolded, which was the image of an old woman with cold light in her eyes.

"This is my master, Golden Lotus True Person!"

White-browed said slowly.

For a moment of silence, like Zhou Sanyan, he was stunned and fell into many memories.

Jiang Ding and the other didn't dare to disturb.

"Benefactor, it has been two hundred and fifty-seven years without knowing it, and I am also old..."

The white-browed old cultivator sighed in a low voice, woke up from his memories, and signaled the teenager behind him with his eyes.

"Disciple Jiang Ding, see the benefactor!"

Jiang Ding kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, without any psychological burden.

If the Qiyu Sect does not fail him, does not fail the Immortal Sect, he will not fail them either.

After a long time, after a whole set of complicated ceremonies including asking the heart stele, Jiang Ding got up.

【Immortal Sect Great Curse】 protects the spiritual sense of all Immortal Sect citizens, ensuring that Immortal Sect knowledge will not leak out.

"Junior brother, I am the master's first disciple, you just call me senior brother." The white-browed old cultivator smiled kindly: "This is your second senior brother Zhou Sanyan."

"Master is gone, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, or have any questions about cultivation, you can just ask us directly by letter."

Jiang Ding hesitated for a moment: "Seen senior brother, second senior brother."

"Junior brother."

Zhou Sanyan was concise.

"If you don't understand anything about cultivation in the future, ask me. As long as I have time, I will try my best to answer you."

Although he can't afford to raise a Golden Core sword cultivator seed, there is no harm in making friends, both for himself and his family.

"Seen little junior uncle!"

Li Qingyun said helplessly.

Just a moment ago, they were peers, and suddenly they became juniors.

"The benefactor likes quiet, the apprenticeship ceremony is simplified, but the apprentice reception ceremony still has to be held." The white-browed old man smiled: "It's good to let the peak masters and juniors get to know each other."

(End of chapter)