Found another book-wearer today

There is an invisible sword formation where the fairy sword is enshrined, and the outside world's consciousness cannot detect the internal situation, but the moment Zhong Weiwan walked out of it, Mo Chengshu discovered the breath of the fairy sword falling on his token.

Not only him, but the rest of the elders were also aware of it.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all read consternation and surprise from each other's eyes.

If even the Immortal Sword and Sword Spirit recognized his talent in the way of the sword...

"Senior brother, since you said you would let me go, I can't take your kindness seriously, so let me discipline this child."

"Junior wait a minute, don't you think his character is more suitable for the still water swordsmanship?"

"Did the two senior brothers forget that I don't even have a single disciple under my name, so I should have the priority right?"

Due to the presence of other beginner disciples, these sword-wielding elders did not quarrel aloud, but their spiritual sense transmitted their verbal swords, and the battle was already crackling and sparks were flying.

They completely forgot how they disliked Zhong Weiwan before and only wanted to rob someone. Even if Mo Chengshu couldn't hear him, he could still see the clue from the sharp eyes of those people.

"Since you all want it, why not let him choose it himself."

The elders: "..."

At this moment, a peaceful voice full of vicissitudes of life sounded in their minds, calm and calm, "I think what Junior Brother Chengshu said is right."

"...the master!"

The head of Wan Jianshan said: "The master chooses the apprentice, and the apprentice also chooses the master. This is a two-way process, and the child's own wishes must be considered."

All the elders were taught, and they all said that they were indeed a little too impatient, but Mo Chengshu expressed his helplessness.

As a fellow apprentice, he spent the longest time with the sect leader, so he could naturally guess his true thoughts.

If even the head of the sect had to come to snatch it... Mo Chengshu's face remained serious, but he sighed imperceptibly, his chances would be even slimmer.

*****

The top management of Wan Jianshan had different ideas, some of them were sure of winning, some were thinking of a strange move, and some still had a little hope, but Zhong Weiwan's answer was beyond all of them's expectations.

"The disciple hopes to learn from Elder Wen."

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and the silver needle could be heard falling to the ground.

Not only the sect leader at the top of the peak and all the sword-wielding elders present, but even the other second-generation disciples who heard this—especially those who are senior brothers and sisters—looked puzzled, not understanding why Zhong Weiwan would make such a move. such a choice.

The young female elder couldn't hold back, and felt that the child probably didn't know the situation, so she said: "I suggest you think about it carefully, Elder Wen...she has a pair of skillful hands and has a lot of experience in making magical instruments, but she is not Elder Sword Holder, the guidance he can give you on the journey of the sword may be a little insufficient."

Zhong Weiwan thought to himself, this is exactly what he wants.

After all, he came to Wanjian Mountain not to practice swords, but to find his past body and retrieve that thing.

"The disciple has made up his mind, please elders fulfill it."

Mo Chengshu: "..."

Mo Chengshu waited for the head to speak, but the latter did not speak out for a long time, as if feeling very disappointed, he had withdrawn his consciousness and no longer paid attention to the affairs of the hall.

He coughed twice, and said in the slightly anxious eyes of all his juniors and juniors: "You don't have to make a decision right away, this matter involves future practice, and you need to carefully weigh it yourself."

Zhong Weiwan was silent, he suddenly regretted it.

Who would have thought that after more than a hundred years, these old and new elders in Wanjian Mountain seemed to be more and more like wolves and tigers, and maybe their previous performance in the lotus illusion could be a little more mediocre.

But that's the end of the matter, regretting is useless.

Mo Chengshu asked him to make a final decision after careful consideration in three days, and he agreed first.

The rest of the disciples who have been recognized by the sword spirit also have a buffer time of three days, and will be led by senior brothers and sisters to their respective residences to deal with trivial matters.

Leading the way for Zhong Weiwan was a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in a flowing cloud sword robe, with a dignified appearance, and was called senior brother by countless people along the way.

The young man introduced himself as Ye Yan.

Zhong Weiwan guessed that Ye Yan might be Wan Jianshan's current chief disciple, just like Ouyang Haoyuan was back then.

It wasn't until arriving at the small courtyard on the mountainside that Zhong Weiwan finally realized that there were no other disciples walking with him, only Ye Yan and him here.

Ye Yan seemed to be aware of his doubts, and explained: "This year, the total number of entrants is 57. Originally, there should be four people in one courtyard, and you just happened to be the extra one."

Zhong Weiwan: "I see."

He paused, and then said: "Thank you brother for leading the way, I won't disturb you brother."

This already meant to see off the guests, but Ye Yan shouted: "You wait first!"

He quickly communicated with the system in his mind: "Is this really the protagonist?"

System: "Yes."

Ye Yan: "But isn't the protagonist supposed to fight the Demon Lord in the Sirius Secret Realm now? This is Wanjian Mountain, at least ten thousand miles away!"

System: "In theory."

Ye Yan: "And you said he is only at the fifth level? I am also at the fifth level, and the protagonist and I are actually equal in strength!??"

System: "...Yes."

Ye Yan: "But according to the current time period, he should at least have ascended by half a step. After all, even Ouyang Haoyuan has already ascended by half a step. How could he be weaker than the male second?"

System: "Obviously there is some kind of deviation in the plot."

Ye Yan: "What deviation?"

System: "Unknown deviation."

Ye Yan: "...are you talking with your lungs!?"

System: "Negative, I am using the language processing center to communicate with the host, and I don't have biological organs such as lungs."

Ye Yan was speechless, and suddenly heard the other party say: "Based on the analysis of the current situation, I will give the host a friendly reminder."

"...?"

"There is an 80.00% chance that the protagonist can hear the conversation between us."

"!!!"

Ye Yan was stunned. Although the communication in his brain was completed within a few seconds, when he returned to his senses and looked at Zhong Weiwan, he saw the other party's slightly frowning brows as expected.

"...What's that sound?" Zhong Weiwan asked.

Ye Yan didn't know the reason, but in the three years since he traveled to this world, no outsider could hear the conversation between him and the system, even in front of the head master, it would not attract the attention of the other party.

He quickly worked his brain, and blurted out: "This is someone who is communicating with me."

Now he just prays that the other party won't ask him what he's talking about, after all, it's really hard to explain things like the protagonist and the plot, who would have thought that Zhong Weiwan would skip over these and pop out a sentence: "Are you a book walker?"

Ye Yan opened his mouth, petrified in place.

Who can tell him why the protagonist in a novel about cultivating immortals doesn't know the word "book wearer"?

Ye Yan's silence was tantamount to an admission in Zhong Weiwan's eyes, and his brows furrowed even more in view of the bad impression left on him by most of the book travelers.

Moreover, the voice that talked with Ye Yan could reveal his hidden cultivation in one word. Is it another powerful monk who is spying from a distance, or does this person have some kind of special supernatural power?

Zhong Weiwan pondered for a moment, and decided that confronting such an unknown opponent head-on was not a wise choice, so he said goodbye calmly, turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

"Wait!" Ye Yan subconsciously chased after him, "I have something to tell you...I can explain it!"

Zhong Weiwan walked quickly, his new body was already light, but under the blessing of the breeze, it was like a cloud floating on the ground.

Ye Yan asked anxiously: "Is there a way to keep him?"

System: "The host can exchange goods."

Ye Yan: "Then exchange it... You can exchange it for me first, don't I still have a lot of points!"

System: "Received, in the process of exchanging... The exchange is successful, and the [Fix Body Technique] is activated."

Sure enough, Zhong Weiwan didn't go any further, he seemed to be imprisoned by some invisible force, and suddenly stopped in place.

Ye Yan smiled and walked over quickly.

Just as he was about to circle around in front of Zhong Weiwan, suddenly a sharp ray of cold flew from a distance, like a flash of thunder, and arrived in an instant, it happened to cut a big hole in his trousers, and rubbed his calf into the grass-covered mud In the ground, there was a humming and trembling.

Ye Yan's complexion changed drastically, Feijian immediately unsheathed, uttered a loud and clear long chant, and surrounded the surroundings on guard.

"Who is sneaking here!?"

Before the words fell, he had already seen the man.

Jiang Lin, dressed as your son, hurried over from the mountain path, his face full of apology: "I'm so sorry, Fellow Daoist. I recently got a new sword. I like it very much. I couldn't help but play with it. Who would have thought You accidentally let it go out of your hand...you are not injured, are you?"