After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

As expected, Xiaohua's sword is still the ancient sword called Silver Dragon.

The hilt is carved with fine patterns like dragon scales, which are exquisite and orderly.

The sword body is as thin as a cicada's wing and extremely sharp, and it contains the energy of a dragon's roar.

When it first appeared in front of Xiaohua, it was a downtrodden dragon with a broken horn, lost reverse scales, and bruises all over its body.

It said its name was Yin, and it was once the dragon among dragons, but due to a trick of fate it became a Jiao. If Xiaohua wants, you can call it Yin Jiao.

Xiaohua followed suit and called out "Silver Dragon" obediently. The next moment, the Silver Dragon Sword appeared in his hand.

The Silver Dragon Sword had no scabbard and could not be stored, so Xiaohua could only hold it all the way out.

Along the way, the immortal swords seemed to sense the breath of the silver dragon and made crisp clanging sounds, as if they were celebrating or bidding farewell.

The Silver Dragon Sword also trembled slightly, emitting a low humming sound, resonating with the other swords and responding to them.

It was not until Xiaohua took it away from Jian Gu Han Qiu completely that everything came to an abrupt end and returned to peace.

As soon as Xiaohua came out, she rushed to her master Mo Zheng impatiently to present her treasures.

Mo Zheng looked at the Silver Dragon Sword and smiled knowingly. Some things are indeed destined, and what belongs to whomever it is will belong to him.

He took out the sword pendant he had prepared long ago from his sleeve and handed it to him. Xiaohua immediately fastened it to the Silver Dragon Sword, and even waved it in front of his eyes, laughing foolishly for a while.

Then I thought about it because it had no scabbard. I couldn’t carry it around with me all the time as a gift for becoming a disciple, right?

With a hint of anticipation, he asked, "Master, do you have a suitable scabbard?"

Mo Zheng smiled slightly, as if he had expected this, "Take out the small wooden sword, its scabbard should fit."

Xiaohua did as she was told and found that the scabbard and the Silver Dragon Sword fit perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

"Oh! Really? Thank you, Master."

"Alright," Mo Zheng patted Xiao Hua's shoulder gently, "Let's go to the meeting hall. Everyone is waiting there."

……

Since Xiaohua Mozheng was his closed disciple, there were quite a lot of guests coming to watch the ceremony.

Although the ceremony was not publicized, those who had close ties with the Zichen Sword Sect and had frequent dealings with them all came to the scene to express their congratulations.

Under the gazes of many, Mo Zheng solemnly accepted the apprentice tea offered by Xiao Hua, took two sips, and the master-disciple relationship was officially established.

Mo Zheng stood up and helped him up personally, "Xiaohua, get up."

Xiao Hua Jiantang was extremely happy and responded loudly, "Thank you, Master~"

Mo Zheng patted his shoulder, looked around, and announced to everyone, "So far, I have three direct disciples and one registered disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Lin Moran, Li Fuyi, and Li Jiner who were watching the ceremony on the side, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts at Mo Zheng's blessing.

All of his disciples were outstanding, and the new disciple was said to have an extraordinary origin, and even attracted the attention of the Leiyin Heavenly Palace.

Mo Zheng's face was filled with satisfaction. "...I am very pleased to have such a disciple."

Then, he vowed in a firm tone: "After Flower Sword Hall, I will no longer accept disciples."

After saying this, he and Abbot Yuan Chan looked at each other and smiled.

Once you have promised something to someone, you should do it neatly and beautifully to implement it as soon as possible.

He cleared his throat and attracted everyone's attention again: "While everyone is here, I have something else to announce."

He waved to his disciples, and the three people beside him came up to him and surrounded the Little Flower Sword Hall in the center.

Mo Zheng's gaze first fell on Lin Moran: "Xiao Ran, come to the front."

Lin Moran walked obediently in front of Mo Zheng and knelt down, pretending to listen. "Master, I am listening respectfully."

Mo Zheng nodded, "The glory of the sun and the moon shines day after day. I hope your future immortal path will always be bathed in light."

"I'll give you the name 'Guanghua', would you like it?"

Lin Moran's eyes sparkled, and she bowed deeply with joy, "Disciple is willing! Thank you, Master, for the calligraphy."

"Okay!" Mo Zheng smiled and reached out to support her.

The next one should be Li Fuyi, but looking at Li Jiner who was standing next to him, he looked nervous.

Mo Zheng decided to let her go first, "Jin'er."

Hearing the call from her master, Li Jin'er tried hard to calm her accelerated heartbeat, slowly walked to the front, and knelt down respectfully.

After the ceremony, he stared at his master Mo Zheng, "Disciple Li Jin'er, respectfully listen to Master's teachings."

"Good fortune begins with small things. I hope you persevere and eventually achieve what you desire."

"I'll give you the name 'Yu Wei', would you like it?"

The blessing, as gentle as spring rain, was still ringing in her ears, striking her heart, and she immediately agreed with joy.

"Jin'er, I'm willing. Thank you, Master, for the calligraphy!"

"Fuyi, it's your turn." Li Fuyi nodded slightly at him, who was still happy for her sister.

Li Fuyi was naturally very good-looking, attracting the attention of many young women present.

A series of graceful and neat saluting gestures made their hearts flutter.

He only said clearly and firmly: "Disciple Li Fuyi respectfully listens to Master's teachings."

Mo Zheng smiled even more, looking forward to his reaction later.

"I have pondered your calligraphy for a long time."

Hearing Master say this, Li Fuyi couldn't help but look up.

What I saw was Master's gentle and smiling praise.

"Finally, I decided to give you the name 'Ling Feng'!" As if he had made a decision.

Mo Zheng's voice was firm and powerful. "May you be like standing on top of a mountain, unstoppable and moving forward courageously."

When the people around heard this, they immediately started discussing it.

When disciples of the Misty World reach a certain age, the elders will bestow a name upon them.

However, it is unprecedented for someone like Mo Zheng to give his own name to his disciple. It is the first time in the world that such a person has done so.

Mo Zheng waited patiently for the discussion to die down. He then helped Li Fuyi up, took his hand, and solemnly said to everyone, "The name 'Ling Feng' suits Fuyi better than mine. From now on, I will use the name 'Ying Xi' that my mother gave me."

He turned his head and asked Li Fuyi softly: "Fuyi, do you like it?"

Li Fuyi immediately knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together, and said with a tone full of gratitude and determination, "Fuyi has received such great love from Master, and I will definitely live up to the name 'Ling Feng'!"

After saying this, he suddenly removed the formation that concealed his cultivation level, revealing his immortal appearance.

Even several peak masters and elders were shocked!

Li Fuyi passed the election trial and entered the Zichen Sword Sect at the age of 16. His spiritual roots were poor in his early years, and even though he practiced hard, he was still known as the last one in the class.

After that, few people paid special attention to him.

Who would have thought that today I would find that he has already reached the early stage of the Immortal Realm!

Calling him Immortal Lord is well deserved!

No wonder Sect Leader Ling Feng… Oh no! Now it’s Sect Leader Ying Xi.

No wonder he took the opportunity of accepting his last disciples to decide on their names.

Feelings will be needed soon.

Mo Zheng took Li Fuyi's wrist and pulled him up. "Get up quickly, get up quickly."

"I am proud of you. I can't think of any other suitable name besides 'Ling Feng'. As long as you like it, that's all."

Li Fuyi only felt her heart swelling. How could he dislike these two words?

The name "Ling Feng" was used by Master...

On the contrary, it was precisely because this was the Master's signature and it was now given to him that he felt particularly happy.

He felt his master patting the back of his hand as a token of encouragement, and his mind suddenly became clear.

It was originally stuck and stuck, but suddenly there was a slight loosening...

Xiao Hua Jiantang saw that his senior brothers and sisters all had titles, but he didn't, so he looked at his master eagerly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zheng did not plan to announce his name today. "You have just entered the sect, so there is no rush. I will help you choose one when you enter the Nascent Soul stage."

Xiaohua thought that was right, she had just gotten started.

He happily went to congratulate his senior brother, "Senior brother, you are already an Immortal Lord? I didn't even know this."

Li Fuyi smiled and touched the top of his head. Wan'er joked, "You never asked, did you?"

It is no exaggeration to say that it is double joy that the Zichen Sword Sect has such a good disciple who can establish himself as a leader.

Everyone was in high spirits, and naturally both the host and the guests were having a great time.

After all, he had only been a disciple for a few decades, but he had already successfully passed the calamity of becoming an immortal, adding another immortal king to the Zichen Sword Sect.

This powerful momentum is even stronger than that of the Immortal Master’s biological father!

Of course, this incident also amazed several women.

There was excitement in their eyes, and amidst the laughter and joy, their minds were in a whirlwind of thoughts, destined to be doomed to a romantic debt.