"Lu Qianqian, as a direct disciple, you did not abide by the sect rules and repeatedly committed unforgivable crimes. From today onwards, your martial arts will be crippled and you will be expelled from the sect. Do you have any complaints?"
A deep voice sounded in the solemn hall.
Lu Qianqian, who was kneeling in the hall, lowered her head and said coldly, "I have no complaints."
"Men, take her to the torture chamber for punishment!"
Under the eyes of the disciples, she was brought to the torture chamber.
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Lu Qianqian to do such a thing."
"Grand Elder always favored her when he was alive. Now that something has happened, no one will dare to protect her."
"She's always so cold, as if everyone owes her money. If not for Grand Elder, how could she become a direct disciple?"
On the stairs of the magnificent sect gate, Lu Qianqian, whose black hair was disheveled and whose face was pale, walked down step by step.
"Sister Qianqian." A woman with extraordinary looks stood at the gate and waved. She smiled and said, "Since you've been expelled from the sect, the Celestial Ice Heart Palace will be mine!"
Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "Only after I leave will you be qualified to inherit it."
A trace of anger flashed through the woman's eyes, but she opened her long sleeves and said with a smile, "I knew this day would come sooner or later, so I prepared a festive red dress to celebrate. Sister Qianqian, do you think it looks good?"
Lu Qianqian said, "No matter how beautiful the dress is, it can't hide your dirty heart."
The woman withdrew her smile and said coldly, "You're as pure as ice, as pure as jade, as pure as snow, but so what? You've still been crippled of your martial arts, expelled from the sect, and become a pitiful stray dog! "
Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "I have a holy spiritual root, but you don't. I have the Taixuan Ice Heart Physique, but you don't. Even if you're expelled, you'll always be trash in front of me."
"You …" The woman was so angry that her face turned red.
Lu Qianqian took a deep breath and looked at the sky. She murmured, "The outside world is very big. If this place doesn't want me, Lu Qianqian, there will definitely be people who want me somewhere else."
"Without the Sect's Heart Sutra, your Taixuan Ice Heart Physique is nothing but a waste. Do you still expect others to take you in?" The woman sneered.
Lu Qianqian stopped talking and dragged her body down the stairs.
That day, heavy snow arrived, freezing the rivers and mountains for thousands of miles, causing the season before winter to become abnormally cold.
When the villagers, who believed in ghosts and gods, saw that the weather was abnormal, they called it the Ice God Descending to the Mortal World.
"Hu!"
Inside the side room, Lu Qianqian collected her thoughts and walked to the window. Looking at the starry sky, she thought, "Tai Zhanglao, you must have anticipated that I would be expelled, so you privately passed on the Taixuan Iceheart Formula to me."
In the main hall outside.
Jun Changxiao, who had been cultivating in the molding room, had just sat down. From his angle, he saw that the woman was still awake. He shook his head and said, "My eldest disciple, when will you change your ice-cold temperament?"
…
I'm an expert, an expert, an expert. I'm invincible in the world.
Fill me with wine!
Tonight, I won't stop until I'm drunk …
In the early morning, music sounded on the martial arts field.
The disciples were doing their daily morning exercises. The flamboyant Jun Changxiao stood at the front and led the dance.
Long Ziyang, Li Yuhua, and the others seemed to have gotten used to it. They threw away their shame and completely immersed themselves in the happy atmosphere.
After the morning exercises, Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and said, "Qingyang, have you called the people who signed up?"
"Sect Leader, they're here," Li Qingyang said.
Jun Changxiao waved his black hair and shouted, "Su Xiaomo, open the door for me."
"Swish! Swish! " Su Xiaomo somersaulted and stopped in front of the red lacquered door. Then, he waved his arms and the two doors opened. A cool breeze blew in.
"Whoosh —"
"Pa!"
Jun Changxiao caught the ball flying from the side and kicked it out. It hit Li Fei's face directly. He also hit the wall behind him, making a dent.
"Brat."
Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and adjusted his collar. He walked and said, "If I don't kick your face until it blossoms, you won't know why the flowers are so red."
As he spoke, he walked out of the sect.
Su Xiaomo stood at attention and gave a thumbs up. "Sect Leader, you're awesome!"
…
Outside the mountain gate.
Several martial artists of different ages were standing there, waiting anxiously. When they saw Jun Changxiao walking out, they hurriedly swarmed over.
"Sect Leader Jun, my name is Li Tianshang!"
"I want to go to the heavens. Please give me a pair of wings!"
A weak-looking young man shouted first.
Jun Changxiao sat in front of the registration table and touched his chin. "With your physique, you don't need wings. A gust of wind will blow you into the sky."
"Hahaha."
The registration disciple laughed.
Even the steady Li Qingyang, who was standing behind the Sect Master, couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at!" The young man called Li Tianshang stared at everyone and said seriously, "Sect Leader Jun, I want to join the Iron Bone Zheng Sect to create a dream!"
Jun Changxiao made a gesture and said, "Please tell me your dream."
Li Tianshang said, "My dream since I was young is to become an indomitable Ranker!"
His dream since he was young was not to sing. What was the difference between him and a salted fish?
Jun Changxiao felt that this kid was a bit naughty, but he was also smart. After asking the basic information, he stamped the sect leader's seal and said, "Next."
The second person to register was a young girl. She was dressed plainly and should be from a poor family. Although her face was a bit dirty, it couldn't hide her delicate and pretty aura.
She lowered her head and said shyly, "My … my name is Ling Yuanxue."
Was she so shy?
Jun Changxiao said, "What is your dream?"
Ling Yuanxue lowered her head. After a while, she gathered her courage and said, "They say that women are not as good as men. I want to practice martial arts and prove it to you stinky men. No, no, no … I'm not saying that the sect leader is a stinky man."
Jun Changxiao didn't mind. He took the entry form and said, "In a world where men are superior, women's status has never been high. You have a dream. I will provide you with a stage to realize your dream."
"Pa."
He stamped the entry form.
Li Qingyang's mouth twitched. He said in a low voice, "Sect Leader, you just filled in a name. Isn't this too sloppy?"
Jun Changxiao said in a low voice, "The sect is full of men. The yang energy is too strong. If we don't add some female disciples, I'm afraid it will develop into a gay sect."
Gay sect?
Li Qingyang was confused.
"Next."
The third applicant stepped forward.
It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He scratched his head and said, "Sect Leader Jun, does Iron Bone lack a pharmacist?"
Note: A pharmacist is different from a herbalist. It is similar to a doctor.
Jun Changxiao smelled medicine and asked curiously, "Are you a pharmacist?"
"Yes." The boy took out a wooden card and put it on the table. He said, "This is my identification."
Jun Changxiao looked and saw that it said — Descendant of the Medicine Emperor, Sun Bukong.
Medicine Emperor?
Jun Changxiao opened his mouth.
In his opinion, those who could be called 'Emperor' were definitely the strongest in a continent!
How could they meet a descendant of the Medicine Emperor just by accepting disciples?
Sun Bukong scratched his head and said with a smile, "Master asked me to go down the mountain to gain experience, so I decided to experience it at Iron Bone first."
The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched as he said, "Little guy, you should go to the Flower City next door. That place is filled with the descendants of powerful people. If you mix well, you'll definitely be able to hook up with an ice queen CEO."
"Flower City?"
Sun Bukong said blankly, "I'm sorry, I've never heard of this place."
Jun Changxiao took the entry form and was about to ask.
Li Qingyang whispered, "Sect Master, you can buy dozens of these wooden cards in town for one tael of silver. Not to mention the descendant of the Medicine Emperor, even the son of the Medicine Emperor can carve one."
Huh?
Jun Changxiao's eyes widened.
Damn, an identity from another world can be faked?
Sun Bukong heard Li Qingyang's words and scratched his head awkwardly.
Then, he put more than ten wooden cards on the table and said seriously, "Sect Master, I carved these myself. You can choose whichever identity you like, as long as I can join the sect!"
Descendant of the Sword Emperor, Sun Bukong.
Descendant of the Demon Sovereign, Sun Bukong.
Descendant of the Demon Sovereign, Sun Bukong.
There were also many successors of different statuses, and none of them were the same!
Awesome!
If these identities are real, my little Iron Bone can't accommodate such a big Buddha.
"Take them!"
Jun Changxiao stamped.
Although the identity of the descendant was fake, to be able to think of signing up, this person was a talented person with dreams.
"Next."
Slap.
As soon as he said that, a person put something wrapped in black cloth on the table, revealing a simple sword hilt. He said, "Sword Cultivator, Zhou Hong."
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