Zhao Yun followed the green-clothed woman through a few courtyards and experienced the grandeur of the place. Finally, they arrived at their destination, the Cloud Viewing Pavilion.
The hall of the Cloud Viewing Pavilion was very big. The walls were a mixture of black and white, which was quite strange. The woman leaped and lightly landed on the lotus throne. The lotus throne immediately shrank to the size of a chicken and disappeared into the lotus petals in her hand.
Before Zhao Yun could express her amazement, she saw the woman gently knocking on the door. Her voice was like knocking on Zhao Yun's heart. A burst of hearty laughter sounded in the room, "Ye 'er, you have the time to see me today. What a rare guest."
The door suddenly opened. The woman looked back and saw that Jinlian had entered the room.
Zhao Yun hurriedly followed and saw a white-bearded Daoist holding a horsetail whisk flipping through a scripture. The Daoist had a long, square face. His face was pale, but his eyebrows were snow-white. His expression and bearing made him look like an immortal.
The Daoist said, "Oh," and stood up. He bowed to Zhao Yun and said, "I didn't know that you were coming. Ziwei didn't come to welcome you. Please forgive me." He was humble and polite, without the air of a leader of a large sect.
Zhao Yun saw that he was so polite and had nothing to say. She took out a letter from her chest and handed it to him with one hand, saying, "I'm here to join the Lingyun Temple and learn the skills of cultivation."
Ziwei's white eyebrows moved slightly. He took the letter and stared at Zhao Yun for a long time without opening the envelope. Zhao Yun didn't know what he meant. She only felt that his gaze was gentle and sharp, and there was a faint pressure coming from him.
Zhao Yun was slightly absent-minded. She was actually intimidated by Ziwei's deep gaze. She clenched her right hand into a fist and calmed down. When she looked at Ziwei again, he had already read the letter carefully.
After a short while, Ziwei raised his head and said with a smile, "Daoist Lingsu has recommended a good disciple. The Lingyun Temple will have a good disciple today! Today, I will accept you as a disciple of the eighty-sixth generation of Lingyun Temple. I will personally bestow upon you the Taoist name of 'Hui Ming'. Hmm, since it was Ye 'er who brought you here, it must be fate. Therefore, I will allow you to enter the Qinglian Sect's Huo Huan Hall. "He took out a jade tablet from his bosom and lightly flicked his finger. Two white-clothed Taoist priests at the door bowed and entered.
Zi Wei said to those two people, "You two take Hui Ming to rest. While you're at it, inform the Fire Washing Hall's manager to start the ceremony of accepting disciples." Turning her head, she said to Zhao Yun, "You go with Martial Uncle to recuperate. Tomorrow, you can formally formally acknowledge him as your master."
Zhao Yun saw that Taoist Ziwei had a benevolent appearance and was straightforward and efficient in handling matters. She was very satisfied and did not say anything more. She followed the two people out of the room.
The woman had long wanted to say something. After enduring for a while, she saw that Zhao Yun's figure had disappeared. She seemed to be impatient and asked, "Martial Uncle, how did you get this brat into the Huo Huan Hall?"
Zi Wei shook her head, a trace of a bitter smile on her face, "Then where can I put this boy? This brat's foundation is extremely bad. His arm is crippled and his Qi is damaged. What can he cultivate? What can he cultivate? I can't just brush away Lingsu's face. "
The woman muttered to herself and did not answer. How could she not know that this brat's aptitude was too bad? Her heart was moved and she suddenly had a strange idea. Her eyes brightened as she said, "I see that this brat is full of arrogance. He doesn't care about etiquette and doesn't want to be inferior to others. If he can temper himself, he might be able to cultivate the Green Lotus Sword Technique."
Ziwei shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Do you think everyone has your level of comprehension? The Green Lotus Sword Technique is extremely mysterious. In our sect, other than Junior Brother Zihui, only you have cultivated it. What kind of foundation does this brat have that he can cultivate the Green Lotus Sword Technique? " He waved his horsetail whisk and said, "Moreover, Lingsu said in the letter that we only need to keep this brat for a few years. It's best if we don't teach him any skills."
"Why is that?" Even though the woman in green had a cold heart, she could not help but be puzzled.
Ziwei thought for a while and said, "I don't know why she stuffed this brat into the Lingyun Temple. However, this brat has been poisoned with Qianji Poison. Although Lingsu has suppressed it, I'm afraid he won't be able to live for long."
The woman in green trembled slightly as if she was extremely shocked. "Qianji? This brat's life is full of misfortunes. "
Ziwei laughed. "Haha, Ye 'er is special today. She's actually worried about this brat. Could it be that her star has moved?"
The white jade was suddenly dyed with a few strands of red clouds. Her limpid eyes were bright and twinkling. She said disdainfully, "What ability does this brat have to be worthy of my attention? Martial Uncle's joke is too much. "
Her words were rather unjust. She felt that it was a stain on her identity. She also remembered that the brat had said something about Fairy Qihua being the most beautiful. She felt even more indignant.
Ziwei's eyes were full of smiles. He waved his hand and said, "Your master is not here. Martial Uncle is like your father. I've helped you find a few ideal husbands but you don't even spare a glance. You're so arrogant. You've really made Martial Uncle anxious. "
When the woman in green heard her Martial Uncle mention her master, her heart was filled with sorrow. She said in a low voice, "Martial Uncle, it's been five years again. Is there really no news of my master? "
"Heaven helps the worthy. Ye 'er, you don't have to worry too much. Perhaps Senior Martial Brother will return to your side very soon. "
The woman in green felt that there was little hope. However, it was useless to be anxious. She sighed softly. Her sigh was long and gentle. It was like the cry of a phoenix or the neighing of a jade horse in the west wind. It moved people's hearts and made them unable to comfort them.
Ziwei became even more amiable. He smiled and said, "Ye 'er, you're not a sentimental person. It's useless to think too much. It's better to cultivate more. "
The woman suddenly said, "Martial Uncle, recently you've opened the door to the sect. You've taken in all the mediocre people and even the good and the bad. It's really hard for Ye 'er to understand. If Master was here, I'm afraid he wouldn't agree. "
Ziwei raised his eyebrows. He was very unhappy and said, "Wealth, companions, spells, and land are the four extremes of cultivation. Without a solid foundation, how can my Lingyun Temple have the ability to choose new talents? Without three thousand disciples, how can we be famous in the immortal forest? Ye 'er, you're inexperienced and don't have enough understanding of the sect's strategy. There's no need to talk about it. The most important thing for you is to cultivate the Green Lotus Sword Technique to the ninth layer of heaven and win glory for your master. "
The woman in green knew that she couldn't persuade the Sect Leader. She was also unhappy and sighed faintly in her heart.
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Zhao Yun was led by two Daoists. She knew that she could learn the divine power very soon and was very excited. The two people brought Zhao Yun to a jade-green lake. In the middle of the lake, there was a patch of lotus green leaves. It was very beautiful.
Only then did Zhao Yun realize the vastness of this Lingyun Temple. It actually accommodated such a big lake. Looking over, she couldn't see the opposite shore. She didn't know how wide it was.
One of the Daoists blew a whistle. Soon, a small boat came from the middle of the lake. That Daoist said to the boatman, "Li Si, send this martial nephew to Huo Huan Hall. Tell Wang Tau that she's a disciple sent by the monastery head. Tell him not to treat her unfairly."
Li Si hurriedly complied and brought Zhao Yun to the small boat. The two Daoists didn't say much and left while laughing.
Zhao Yun stood on the small boat. She saw Li Si peeking at her from time to time and winked at her. She didn't know what he meant. She was too lazy to talk to a boatman. Feeling the gentle breeze and the rocking of the small boat, she looked forward to the scene of her apprenticeship tomorrow.
It must be very satisfying.
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