There's something wrong with the general.

The flying sword landed on the open ground.

Wen Yuxi walked down from above and looked around at the surrounding environment.

This is a quiet residence.

A few simple houses are located halfway up the mountain, and the open space next to them is bare, without even some flowers or plants.

If you walk a little further out of the open space, you will see a steep cliff. Looking down, you will see it is a thousand feet deep, which is frightening.

Wen Yuxi looked at this extremely simple decoration and couldn't help sighing.

Is the life of a sword cultivator really so hard?

Zhiming opened the restriction of the house and took a step forward to lead Wen Yuxi into the house.

"Junior brother, change your clothes first. Call me when you are done."

He placed the disciple uniform and disciple token in the Qiankun bag on the bed.

She glanced at him lightly, then walked out without looking back, and considerately closed the door.

Wen Yuxi knew that his senior brother was waiting outside the door, so he quickly took off his clothes.

I didn't even bother to look at the furnishings in my senior brother's room.

But even if you look at it, you can tell that it is extremely simple.

Wen Yuxi put on the intricately tailored disciple uniform.

I couldn't help but break out in a sweat and couldn't help but complain, why is the design of a disciple's uniform so complicated?

He frowned slightly, holding the two ribbons hanging at his sides with both hands, feeling worried.

I struggled with the ribbon for a while, it seemed to look weird no matter where I tied it.

Wen Yuxi had no choice but to cry out for help: "Brother, come in, how do I tie this belt?"

He felt a little embarrassed, and his voice lacked confidence.

The door creaked open.

Zhiming pushed the door open and walked in.

Wen Yuxi looked up and saw that his senior brother had already changed into his disciple's uniform, and his eyes lit up.

The dark black disciple uniform made him look very elegant, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes and a face like jade.

Zhiming slowly walked up to him and took the belt that had been ravaged by Wen Yuxi for a long time.

He lowered his head slightly, leaned forward, and wrapped the belt around his waist.

Wen Yuxi lowered her head and watched his slender fingers flying left and right, and soon tied the belt.

I couldn't help but admire him.

"All right."

Zhiming withdrew his hand and his eyes shifted slightly to fall on Wen Yuxi.

She stretched out her fingers to smooth the wrinkles on his shoulders, then whispered, "Junior brother, let's go."

Zhiming and Wen Yuxi sped along the way.

In a moment, they arrived outside the sect's main hall.

There were several middle-aged men sitting in a row at the top of the hall, each with a solemn expression and a dignified air without even getting angry.

Strangely, sitting in the center left was a man wearing an iron mask.

Wen Yuxi was shocked. Looking at where he was sitting, could he be the Supreme Elder, his master?

The sect's main hall was very large, with people standing on both sides and in the middle.

Wen Yuxi looked around and saw people on both sides wearing different disciple uniforms.

He guessed that the disciples wearing white uniforms were outer disciples, and the disciples wearing black uniforms were inner disciples.

The people in the middle were of different ages and dressed in different clothes. They were probably the disciples who were about to become disciples.

I heard from my senior brother that Jiuxuan Sect has more than 800 disciples, but there are only 300 or 400 people here.

I guess they sent some representatives over.

Zhiming was in front, and Wen Yuxi followed closely behind. There was a lot of chaos in the hall, and no one noticed them coming.

Wen Yuxi secretly rejoiced and followed Zhiming into the team without any danger.

at this time.

Suddenly, a voice came from the hall: "Disciple wishes to become a disciple of the Grand Elder."

The whole room was in uproar.

Everyone knows that the Supreme Elder has not accepted any disciples for many years.

Since he accepted Uncle Zhiming as his disciple fifteen years ago, he has never accepted another disciple since then.

Even though the headmaster repeatedly dissuaded him and offered him a disciple with only one spiritual root, he still flatly refused.

"Who does this kid think he is? He actually asked the Grand Elder to accept him as a disciple. He's really overestimating himself."

"Don't say that. Didn't you hear what the Sect Leader said just now? This kid's spiritual roots are heavenly spiritual roots, which are rare in a hundred years. It's inevitable that the Supreme Elder will be tempted."

"Yes, it is said that Uncle Zhiming has a single spiritual root, but he has reached the Golden Core stage in just a few years of cultivation. It must be because of the good teaching of the Supreme Elder. If I had that kid's spiritual root, I would also like to compete for it."

"You have dual spiritual roots, which is already very good. There are only a few people with single spiritual roots in our sect."

Wen Yuxi lowered her head slightly and stood behind Zhiming very obediently.

The sounds of conversations among the people around him came into his ears intermittently, and he could probably understand the general idea.

In short, the Supreme Elder has not accepted any disciples for many years, and some people want to become his disciples.

The more Wen Yuxi thought about it, the worse it felt. He, the uninvited guest, was likely to be targeted by everyone.

He curled his fingers slightly and felt sweat on his palms.

Suddenly, Wen Yuxi felt a pair of eyes falling on him.

The gaze seemed to examine him from head to toe, quite unscrupulously.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but feel angry.

He quickly raised his head and glared at the source of the gaze.

Who knew that the front was actually the direction of the Supreme Elder.

He had a mask covering his face, so his expression couldn't be seen. His pair of black eyes, like water, were looking towards the center of the hall.

Wen Yuxi was surprised. Could it be that he was wrong?

So he lowered his head slightly and glanced at the people around him.

He happened to see Wei Qingchen looking towards him.

Was it him just now?

Wen Yuxi shook his head, not feeling it.

"quiet!"

A middle-aged voice shouted loudly in the hall, and it seemed to contain spiritual power, which made the ears hurt.

The disciples waiting to be selected in the center of the hall all covered their ears tightly.

Wen Yuxi frowned, and there was a roaring sound in his ears for a moment, which stopped after a while.

"You should know that if you want to become a disciple of the Grand Elder, you need to seek his consent."

The headmaster looked at the disciple in front of him quietly and said in a deep voice.

"Disciple begs Master to accept me as his disciple."

A young man of about sixteen or seventeen knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Grand Elder, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

There was silence in the hall.

Everyone stretched their heads and looked straight towards the top of the hall.

It seemed that everyone wanted to see whether this young man could make the Grand Elder change his mind.

There was silence for a long time above, and finally a sound was heard.

"I have already accepted a last disciple. From now on, I will not accept any more disciples. You can become a disciple of another elder."

Shock flashed in the boy's eyes.

Looking at the Grand Elder in disbelief.

You have already accepted a closed disciple. When did you do it?

The other people in the hall were also shocked. When did the Supreme Elder accept a closed disciple?

Why is there no news at all? Who is that person? Is he here?

The fire of gossip was burning in everyone's eyes. They were whispering to each other and looking around, as if trying to find that person.

Only Wei Qingchen was there. Upon hearing this, he glanced in the direction of Wen Yuxi, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Wen Yuxi felt extremely guilty at this moment and wanted to bury his head in the floor.

In fact, he need not worry so much.

There are so many disciples in the sect, and not everyone knows each other. Even among the disciples in the hall, there are a few strangers.

But after hearing what the Grand Elder said, everyone around Wen Yuxi looked at him frequently.

Could this person who came with Uncle Zhiming be the legendary closed disciple?

But these people just looked at him secretly and did not come forward to talk to him or ask any questions.

What if it really is Junior Master-Uncle? Wouldn’t that offend him?