Following the voice, a dignified middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and a sword-shaped golden crown appeared in the pavilion. This person was the current Villa Master of the Aojian Villa, Ao Jian Yan Zhen. Ao Jian Yan Zhen was around fifty years old. In his early years, he was also in the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Ranking. However, he later withdrew from the ranking. He carried the legacy of his sect, and just like Ao Jian Bei Chen, he gave up the opportunity to enter the Dragon Stage, and only wanted to stay in the South Yue State to guard the sect.
If it was in the past, Wang Yan could not help but feel admiration for such a breadth of mind. However, now that Wang Yan's horizons had been broadened, and he could distinguish between truth and falsehood, he knew that this might be a fixed trajectory or a design. He was indifferent to everything. However, after seeing Lu Xuanzhen's unique 'self', it was difficult for Wang Yan to know the true situation of these high-ranking NPCs. Therefore, he acted as usual, bowing to Ao Jian Yan Zhen and said, "Disciple Wang Yan greets Villa Master."
"Rise."
Ao Jian Yan Zhen waved his sleeves and sat on the armchair at the head of the pavilion. Then, he looked at Wang Yan with interest and said, "You have already sensed the sword will in the pavilion, right?"
Wang Yan nodded his head. Proud Sword Yan Zhen then said, "This time, there were many twists and turns in the Northern Victory Region. In the end, it was all thanks to the efforts of the Mirroring Moon Peak Lord to turn the tide. However, Wang Yan, you have also contributed greatly in this matter. In particular, you swept through the younger generation of the Northern Victory Region and raised the prestige of our Proud Sword Villa.
At this point, Ao Jian Yan Zhen raised his voice and said, "Wang Yan, from today onwards, you are one of the direct disciples of the Aojian Villa. I will also bestow upon you a Nine Blood Sword Token. With this token, you can enter the Blood Sword Cave to study the Nine Forms of Blood Sword. I hope that you will practice diligently and master the sect's ultimate skill as soon as possible, continuing to raise the prestige of our sect."
With the Manor Lord's golden words, the previously precarious Odd Job Disciple had become a Successor Disciple with an extremely high status. After all, Duan Henan had only been a Successor Disciple before. This was something to be happy about, not to mention that the Manor Lord had given him the Nine Blood Sword Order, which allowed him to learn the Nine Forms of Blood Sword in the future.
However, Wang Yan was neither sad nor happy. Calmly, he bowed again and said, "Thank you for your generosity."
"Not bad."
Proud Sword Yan Zhen nodded his head and said, "At such a young age, his temperament is so steady. He will definitely become a great person in the future. This time, I did not misjudge him. Alright, you can leave now. "
After the reward, Proud Sword Yan Zhen did not have any intention to talk further. Wang Yan also had no intention to stay for long. He only bowed to Proud Sword Yan Zhen again and quietly retreated. However, before he left the pavilion, Wang Yan glanced at Miss Four who was quietly standing with her head lowered. He really wanted to know how the Manor Lord would deal with Miss Four. Would he be like the Elders and Guibo, treating Miss Four as having suffered a blow and had lost her mind? Or would he be like Liu Zhaoxian, who could see through everything?
It was a pity that after Wang Yan left the Greeting Sword Pavilion, the pavilion door automatically closed. Wang Yan had no way of prying into the situation inside. He only lightly shook his head and walked to the side of Guibo who was not far away.
"Wang Yan thanks Guibo for taking care of me along the way. I hope that there will be a day where I can repay you."
For more than half a year, Guibo had always been by his side to protect Wang Yan. Even when they were in the Nanchuan River Valley, he was seriously injured in order to protect him. Wang Yan engraved every little bit of kindness in his heart. Even after such a long time of interaction, Wang Yan knew that Guibo was not a 'kindred spirit', but he still felt grateful in his heart.
"What's there to talk about? I only hope that in the future, I can see you soar to the Nine Heavens and shake the five provinces. This old man will be satisfied. "
Guibo smiled. His words also warmed Wang Yan's heart. However, when he thought about the difference between him and Guibo, his heart was filled with mixed feelings. In the end, he only said, "Guibo, take care of yourself in the future. The Great Dao is not all in the realm of cultivation. In the future, don't be trapped and sink into depravity. I hope that there will be a day when you 'see me, Ming Xin'."
After Wang Yan said these words that were difficult to understand, he did not care about Guibo's reaction. He turned around and left alone.
Looking at Wang Yan's receding figure, Guibo gave a rare smile and murmured, "Stinking brat, he even gave me pointers. Are you afraid that I will sink into depression and stop practicing martial arts? I'm not that Zhu Wuyin! It's just … "
Speaking of this, Guibo looked up at the red clouds in the distant sky and murmured, "See me, Ming Xin. See me, Ming Xin? See me, Ming Xin?! "
At first, he was sure, then doubtful, and finally surprised. Guibo stared at the red clouds in the sky in a daze. He stood rooted to the ground, muttering these words over and over again. Finally, he said, "Stinking brat, what 'me' do you want me to see, and what 'Dao' do you want me to understand?"
After leaving the Sword Worship Pavilion, Wang Yan followed the path in the mountain and prepared to leave the Sword Worship Mountain directly. He wanted to go to the interconnected peaks to meet his Master, Duan Henan. Now, Duan Henan had become the chief elder of the outer sanctum. It was said that the reconstruction of the outer sanctum was almost completed, but there were still some finishing touches. Therefore, most of Duan Henan lived in the interconnected peaks.
However, before Wang Yan could leave the Sword Worship Mountain, he saw two true disciples blocking his way when he reached the mountainside.
Seeing Wang Yan coming, one of them, a thin and tall true disciple in his thirties with a mustache, came up to him and said, "Are you Martial Nephew Wang Yan?"
Martial nephew?
He had just been promoted to a true disciple, but was called a martial nephew by someone of the same status. This feeling was a little strange, but then Wang Yan thought of something. He cupped his hands and bowed to the person in front of him, saying, "Yes, I am Wang Yan. May I ask if you are Martial Uncle Yan Bugui?"
Duan Henan had told Wang Yan some basic information about his lineage. Duan Henan's Master was Elder Cloud Sword, one of the Seven Sword Elders of the inner sanctum. There were three disciples under Elder Cloud Sword. Duan Henan was the second, and above him was a senior brother who was almost seventy years old, and below him was a junior brother who was just over thirty years old.
Wang Yan recalled this and saw that the person in front of him was quite similar to the junior brother that Duan Henan had described, so he asked about his identity.
"Martial Nephew, you have a good eye."
The mustache man admitted his identity, and then said, "Master was very happy to hear that you have returned to the sect, and specially ordered me to come and take you to meet him. Your master has also sent someone to inform him, and he will come himself later, so that you don't have to run around."
"Thank you, Martial Uncle."
Wang Yan bowed. He had no objection to such an arrangement. After all, Elder Cloud Sword was his Grandmaster, and the Grandmaster even sent Youngest Uncle to personally receive him. As a junior, he could only follow.
However, after Wang Yan got up, Yan Bu Gui did not leave immediately. Instead, he winked at Wang Yan, and then glanced at the other true disciple not far away. Wang Yan immediately knew that these two were not together, and the other person was looking for him for another reason.
The other true disciple was about the same age as Yan Bu Gui, but he was handsome and had an extraordinary appearance. He wore a jade crown on his head, a fish dragon pendant on his waist, and held a long sword in his hand. The scabbard was extremely exquisite, and the long sword in the scabbard must be extraordinary. Wang Yan did not know this person, but looking at his attire, he knew that his identity was not ordinary, at least Yan Bu Gui did not dare to offend him. In his senses, this person's Qi movement fluctuated, fluctuated, and was quite mysterious. Although he was only at the embryo stage, his aura did not lose to Yan Bu Gui.
Such a person, who did not know him, why would he look for him?
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