Chapter 7: Those who are about to simmer rice and cook mature rice worshipped this teacher.

The bell of the end of the four martial sects' apprenticeship meeting ringed everywhere, and several great families of cultivation knew instantly. Lin Quan sat in the lobby with the other elders in the clan, waiting for Lin Zhizhi to return to announce the good news.
Know the son Mo Ruo father.
Lin Quan knew that Lin Zhizhi had always been inferior to Su Yu. It was unlikely that he would win the first place in the Recruitment Conference, otherwise Lin Zhizhi would definitely choose Luoxian Jianzong. And if it were chosen by the school, then because of the relationship between Lin Quan himself and the Haoran Sect, the Haoran Sect would definitely like Lin Zhizhi the most.
Eighty percent will be Haoran...It's not in vain that he gave his son such a profound name.
Lin Quan thought while touching his wife's little hand.
Soon he waited for Lin Zhizhi and his future master(?).
The purple-robed man originally wanted to bring Lin Zhizhi to Lin Quan directly - although the Lin Family had a rather cumbersome protective barrier, they could not stop him. But he glanced at his future little apprentice, and thought it was better to observe some etiquette with the apprentice's father, and went directly to the entrance of the Lin family's lobby (...).
If it hadn't been for Lin Zhizhi to come out and call out "Father", Lin Quan would see two undetected figures appeared at the door at first glance, and he would almost attack with magic weapons directly.
After Lin Zhizhi told about the general process of the general meeting, Lin Quan's brows frowned when he saw the purple-robed man slightly loosened.
After all, the strength of this man was amazing, even the Lin family wouldn't want to easily have one more enemy like this.
Lin Quan motioned to Lin Zhizhi to sit back, and he exchanged a few words with the man. The man obviously didn't talk to people all the year round. He just nodded coldly to Lin Quan's various temptations, and finally threw out a stiff sentence: "I want to accept your son as a disciple. You need your consent."
Lin Quan's hundreds of sentences were blocked in his throat, and he only suffocated one sentence: "I wonder if this real person is your name?"
That's what he asked, but most of his mind already thought that this was a casual cultivator who had lived in seclusion for many years, with a high level of cultivation, and the four sects wanted to win him over. Even he was already calculating in his heart what kind of posture would be better for his son to refuse--even if the personal strength of casual cultivator was superb, it would not be able to compare with the sect's thousand-year accumulation.
My son is going to be inclined to the trend of indifference recently. If he worships another iceberg as his master, isn't it because two icebergs line up?
The purple-robed man was silent for a moment and reported his name: "Xuanhua."
As soon as Lin Quan heard that he didn't have any impression in his mind, he put the label of "Ranxiu" on the other party. The scheming head of the Lin family smiled, and his tone was a little embarrassed: "Daoist Xuanhua, it is his fortunate that you can see Zhuzi. But my Lin family and Haoran have a long history of ties, and I have decided to let the knowledgeable worship True Monarch Lan Ye as a teacher. ."
Xuanhua remained unmoved: "Return."
Hearing the cold and hard words of the other party, Lin Quan frowned tightly, not liking the other party's attitude in her heart. No matter how strong the opponent is, he must pay a price to offend the Lin Family.
"A high-grade spiritual stone vein, five thousand souls, ten bottles of thunder tribulation essence liquid, how about it as an apprenticeship?" Xuanhua's black hair was like a waterfall, as if he had never noticed the haze on the surface of the spring, he stretched out his hand and brushed the upper part of his sleeve. The non-existent dust easily gave away many wealth that the family could not accumulate in a lifetime.
Hearing this, Lin Quan almost fell off his chair! Even as the head of the Lin family, he would be moved by this so-called apprenticeship.
Top grade spirit veins! This is not enough to measure tens of thousands of spirit stones. One medium spirit stone can be exchanged for fifty inferior spirit stones, while a high-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for a hundred middle-grade spirit stones, and there is no market! These spiritual veins are becoming more and more rare in today's cultivation world, and only a few are in the hands of the four sects.
The soul-generating stone is the best way to hone the power of the soul. This kind of soul generation stone only exists in the body of high-level soul beasts, and the strength of soul beasts is powerful and scarce, and is generally in the hands of True Monarch Yuan Ying.
As for Lei Jie Yuanye-Lei Jie! God's punishment! There are countless cultivators, but only a few evildoers can experience the baptism of Thunder Tribulation! Being able to resist thunder and calamity hard, and even counterattack God's will, is even more unimaginable.
This is definitely not a handwriting that ordinary casual cultivators can get.
Lin Quan squinted his eyes, and carefully faced the immortal man in front of him. Finally, a matching identity emerged in his mind...
Xuanhua.
Dao Zun Xuanhua.
Legend has it that in the era of chaos, the immortal world fought across domains, in which the original supreme died, and the remaining soul merged with the boundary wall. Tens of thousands of years later, a creature was born in this realm, Xuanhua.
No father and no mother, turned out to be born. Because his talent was too shocking, he had to slash Daoji to enlighten the world. No one has taught him right and evil, as long as he is in his way, he will cut a sword, and he will kill all the good and evil to avoid its edge.
Others only experienced the heavenly calamity when they were in the infant stage, and Xuanhua would experience the nine-day profound thunder every time he passed through a small realm, as if the sky couldn't bear such existence.
When Xuanhua strayed into an ambush a thousand years ago, Luo Xian Jianzong's ancestor of the transformation of God at that time, because of the heart of cherishing talent and the eagerness of no successor in the door at that time, tried hard to help Xuanhua. After the ancestor passed away, Xuanhua stayed in Luoxian Sword Sect.
But despite the many persuasion from Luoxian Sword Sect, Xuanhua did not join Luoxian Sword Sect. As early as when the pill was being formed, Xuan Hua was able to defeat Yuan Ying, and when he turned into a god, the Sword Sect Luo Xian had no expectation that Xuan Hua could join him. After becoming a god, Xuanhua gradually withdrew from people's vision as if she lived in seclusion.
Until two hundred years ago, the new Sea Emperor was ambitious and led the Sea Race to enslave the Human Race. That time the Sea Clan was so powerful that millions of people’s homes were destroyed once, and even the Four Martial Arts were somewhat overwhelmed.
But Xuanhua came down the mountain leisurely and repelled the Sea Emperor with only two swords. The Sea Clan had to lower his arrogant head and sign a peace treaty-even if it was the power of God, looking at Xuanhua at the time, I also don't know how he reached the realm, why he hasn't ascended to the fairy world.
After that, Xuanhua was more like an overseer, floating above the four martial sects, looking high above the world. There are not many people in the world who know his real name. They only respect him as "Dao Zun", which means that he is respected in the realm of Tao.
Thinking that he just called such a person a "dao friend", Lin Quan really squeezed a cold sweat for himself. Fortunately, he reacted in one second and immediately sold his son. His attitude was completely opposite to that before, and he said abruptly: "It is an honor for him to worship Dao and respect you as a teacher."
The expression is as urgent as a brothel who met a big client. Although I don’t know how Dao Zun likes his stupid son, I must seize this patron, and from then on, I will walk across the world. It's ok!
Lin Zhizhi is beside: "???"
Lin Quan quickly patted Lin Zhizhi's hand, the secret transmission explained to him a few words about Xuanhua's identity, and signaled that he must hurry up Xuanhua to offer a cup of tea and cook the raw rice to mature rice (?)-even Xuanhua Hua Weilai regrets it, and can't just drive Lin Zhizhi away.
After learning about Xuanhua's true identity, Lin Zhizhi was also taken aback, naturally listening to what the old man said.
The black-haired boy has long and white fingers, holding the teapot on the table, and watching the tea in the cup slowly overflow. The hot mist filled Lin Zhizhi's eyes, making him look like a fairy in a painting. He picked up his teacup and came to Xuanhua's body and bowed quite obediently, "Master, please."
Xuanhua lowered her long eyelashes, reached out to take the tea cup, and took a sip. The fog was so dense that people couldn't see his true expression. He put the cup aside and looked at the black-haired boy in front of him. For the first time, the purple eyes of Dao Zun, who had no longer placed this world in his eyes, reflected a person's shadow. He got up from his seat, his purple robe shook the ground, and touched Lin Zhizhi's fluffy dog's head: "From now on, inside and outside the Three Realms, he is my only disciple."
As soon as the voice fell, the favorability above the head refreshed in real time: [Xuanhua, favorability index 85, attitude as a master and apprentice. 】
Lin Zhizhi was a little uncomfortable to be touched when he was so old, but now that time is special, he didn't struggle. Xuanhua kept touching until he left Lin's house, and then removed his hand from the soft black hair of the little apprentice.
Xuanhua wanted to teleport directly back to his residence with Lin Zhizhi. But his memory has always been very good. When I think about it, when I was bored, I heard the old men from the Sword Sect Luo mentioned that when I had just accepted a new apprentice, he had to take his time and guide him patiently-it's best to start by asking questions. Problems to close the relationship. So Master Dao Zun thought for a moment, then summoned his sword and flew back to Luoxian Sword Sect with Lin Zhizhi's preparation.
On the back of the sword, behind Xuanhua's hands, the purple robe rose with the wind, like a fairy sword out of its sheath, with a cold air. Lin Zhizhi stood beside him, with outstanding juvenile temperament, like the empty valley spirit grass, with a distance of sparseness. The temperament of this big and small is similar, but they are totally different.
The same is flying with the sword, the sword of Master Dao Zun can be fundamentally different from the one that Lin Zhizhi usually drives. Not only the killing intent is awe-inspiring, and as fierce as the master, but also with its own protective cover, intimately providing wind resistance for Lin Zhizhi who has not yet reached the foundation.
Xuanhua was arrogant and arrogant. He didn't speak at first, just waiting for the little apprentice to ask some questions, so as to narrow the distance between the master and the apprentice. But who knows that Lin Zhizhi didn't seem to say anything, but sitting on the back of the sword, looking lightly at the mountains and rivers passing by below.
Lin Quan's initial worries finally came true-when an iceberg hits a small ice block, there is no way.
After a long time, Xuanhua closed his eyes and said, "If you have any questions, just ask."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
Although Master Master just left a sentence without beginning and ending like this, Lin Zhizhi relied on his excellent (?) comprehension ability, he knew the elegance of the piano. He raised his head and asked about his initial doubts: "Master, why did you accept me as a disciple?"
What is it that made the high-ranking Dao Zun specially come to this four-door disciple-reception meeting, and also made him reach a level of 75 in his initial favorability? ! Although he is the root of heavenly spirit, he hasn't appeared in the past, and he is completely unworthy of being born.