Cute disciples are hard to tame: Master, don't make trouble!

Chapter 82
Xianyun Mountain, the temple.

At this moment, there is a joyful and lively atmosphere. Since the news came out from the temple three months ago that the god is going to accept disciples, the royal families of the four countries and the major cultivation sects have started to prepare congratulatory gifts.

On this day, the crowd who came to congratulate, everyone dressed up and came to congratulate with unparalleled gifts.

At the foot of Xianyun Mountain, the carriages driven by Qilin Bailu carried people who came to congratulate them in an endless stream, and drove towards the main hall on the top of the mountain.

Feng Ruoyin, Feng Ruochen and Luo Shuyue, as the representatives of the Xilin Kingdom, also boarded the unicorn white deer and galloped up with rich gifts.

When they came to the main hall where the apprenticeship was held, the eyes of the three were dazzled by the scenery in front of them.

In front of the splendid and spacious main hall square, a variety of spiritual fruits and flowers are dotted in the middle of the long table, and there are various pastries and flower brews on both sides.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, greeting each other, and the scene was so lively.

The sound of orchestral wire lingers in the ears and makes people intoxicated.

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While everyone was discussing and chatting, the sound of silk music stopped. Everyone turned around and saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking out of the side hall. The two walked towards the altar holding hands. Only then did he see the faces of the two of them clearly.

The man is wearing a long gown of brocade silk with silk and silver silk, and the boots of the plain moon and clouds. He has a beautiful appearance, black hair flying, and his gestures and gestures reveal nobility and elegance. His identity and arrogance made people dare not blaspheme at will.

Then look at the woman next to him, wearing a pleated skirt of hazy and silver-colored gauze, auspicious shoes with moon-white wreaths on her feet, and a head of thick black hair tied in a flying fairy bun. The phoenix eyes, which are as clear as the bottom, are shining, beautiful but not solemn.

The two came to the altar hand in hand. The elders of the four halls in the southeast, northwest, and four halls on both sides of the altar had already stood here.

Luo Yunli followed Rong Jin to the incense table on foot, raised her hand to receive the incense handed by her disciple, knelt on the futon, and said: "Master, disciple Cang Qimo, today I accept Luo Yunli as my sect." The fourth generation of disciples, I hope that she is kind-hearted, has a heart for the common people, and has no shame in her heart. From now on, I will teach her carefully, protect her comprehensively, and bear witness in this world!"

As soon as Rong Jin finished speaking, everyone under the altar lowered their heads and talked about his words. It seemed that the matter of accepting disciples by the lord of the temple was a certainty, but they didn't know whose family that lucky little man was.

Luo Yunli stood at the bottom, hearing her master calling herself Cang Qimo, still a little uncomfortable.

From the moment she came to Xianyun Mountain and lived in Xianyun Palace, Rong Jin told her that Cang Qimo was his other identity. Hibiscus is his real name.

When Rong Jin's words fell, Luo Yunli straightened her waist, and said with a pious expression: "Disciple Luo Yunli, today I am honored to worship under the door of the temple, and I will definitely remember the teacher's training in the future. In my heart, respect teachers and children, strictly abide by the rules of the palace, if there is any violation, it is all up to the master to blame, the world is the witness, and the master is the mirror!"

After speaking, kowtow and offer incense.

Rong Jin was sitting on the high seat at the bottom of the incense table at the moment, when a disciple came with a teacup in his hand, Luo Yunli took the teacup, raised both hands above his head and handed it to Rong Jin, whispering: "Master, please drink tea .”

Rong Jin nodded, took a sip of the teacup, and then a disciple presented the token of acceptance.

(End of this chapter)