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"Dong Lang, quickly greet all the fellow disciples." Shu Yu smiled and said to Dong Lang.

"Fourth junior brother, I've never seen you take so much care of anyone." The one who spoke was a Confucian Scholar. Behind him were three people, two women and a man.

"Second senior brother, I just think that this person is fated to be me."

Indeed, there is a plan for you. It seems that it is fated that you will be able to get along with this kid." A sound transmission came from the void, causing everyone to click their tongues in praise. The cultivation of the eldest senior brother had increased with each passing day, and with this step, a middle-aged man walked over from afar, neither too fast nor too slow, and upon stepping, a young man in his early twenties appeared behind him, his handsome appearance without a single blemish on his face, and his masculine appearance was so beautiful that it made most of the female disciples' hearts tremble, needless to say, this is the eldest senior direct disciple ? the Mysterious Mirror.

While they were talking, Senior Brother had already arrived beside the few junior brothers and sat down cross-legged. I heard that the person who is closest to Master's cultivation level is this Senior Brother who just spoke. He was his master's first disciple, and was also the one who was trained the most. When the Pavilion Master was not present, all the big and small things in the pavilion were usually decided by the Senior Brother. Seeing the master sit down, the profound practitioners who were standing at the side also had uncontrollable excitement on their faces. The disciples who were not close to him had disappointed looks on their faces, as if they had not come to listen to their masters' explanation, but had specifically come to see this man called Xuan Mirror.

Throughout the long night, everyone was constantly discussing the bottleneck they had recently encountered and their comprehension. However, Dong Lang didn't understand a bit of it, and was drowsy. However, the people from the Sword Pavilion behind Dong Lang listened to them with relish, and shook their heads from time to time.

Dong Lang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier, as though he was finally going to fall asleep. Just then, a burst of loud laughter came from afar, the laughter seemed to have expelled Dong Lang's sleepiness. Dong Lang suddenly became alert, he who was originally going to lie on the ground, quickly sat down.

From Dong Lang's perspective, the ink seemed to be alive and moving nonstop. On the back of the robe, there was a huge "sword", he was the old man that he had met Dong Lang earlier that day, Wu Dao Zi. Seeing how heated your discussion is, this old man also came to join in the fun, do you mind?

"Master, what kind of words are those? We would rather listen to your teachings than anything else." The one who spoke was Senior Brother. The disciples and martial brothers all stood up and bowed in agreement.

"You can talk about it." Wu Daozi waved his hand and said.

Wu Dao Zi turned his head and saw Dong Lang. He immediately became interested, "Little Friend, look at the sky full of stars. Or is the month clearer? " Wu Daozi asked Dong Lang with interest. Everyone was in an uproar. Everyone knew that the moon was bright, so why would they ask such a question? The seniors were also confused. Dong Lang raised his head and saw stars that filled the sky. The moon was hidden in the thin clouds, and it was indistinct.

"Stars." Dong Lang replied. "Laughter and laughter finally came from the crowd." Did you hear him say that the stars are brighter than the moon? "Hahaha." The martial brothers remained silent and tried to comprehend this sentence.

"Oh? "How do you know?" Wu Daozi asked with a smile.

"It's because the moon is blocked by clouds. I can't see the moon, only the stars in the sky. Mother told me that he and Father would turn into stars in the sky and look at me. If the moon is too bright, I'm afraid my mother won't be able to see me." Dong Lang replied.

The crowd burst into laughter. Did you hear that, he said that his father and mother were in the sky, haha, I don't know if there was something wrong with his brain, but the crowd muttered, and eighth junior brother had a silent face and looked at the crowd. The disciples immediately lowered their heads, and the profound formula was to look at Dong Lang with a smile.

"Not bad, not bad." Wu Daozi stroked his beard and laughed. "With ordinary talent, your brain is still alright."

"What did Master Ancestor say? "You're right, I didn't mishear you, right?" A voice of doubt came from the crowd.

"Hahaha, there is no such thing as coincidence in this world. In the future, you can just follow Shu Yu and cultivate. This old man has already been doing things for many years, and the common matters of our Sword Pavilion s are all handled by the few of them. " After Wu Daozi finished, he sat down.

His fellow apprentices clasped their hands, and seeing that their Master had no intention of continuing, they began to discuss the matter.

At this point, Dong Lang was in a fog. He didn't know what it meant to become a disciple of a tree. Although he was a disciple, he would be able to obtain the guidance of the hall master and thus save a lot of detours. Although it was just a detour, it could be a long or short detour, and the shortest could only be a moment, perhaps a hundred years. Furthermore, with no disciples in the forest, the tree would be able to focus all of its energy on Dong Lang, and if Dong Lang was just a little bit stronger in the future, he might be able to become the hall master. Everyone was filled with regret. Why didn't they just say it was a star?

Perhaps it's because our child hasn't seen much in the world, and is the purest of all. Our cultivators have long since changed so much in terms of time that our hearts, which were originally in the most critical condition, have long since worn out. Now that we see that the mountain is not a mountain, and the water is not water, we can't believe it even if we see it with our own eyes." The eldest senior brother answered. Everyone fell silent. It was clear that they had agreed with their eldest senior brother's words. After a night of discussion, Pathless would correct some points of view from time to time. Tonight, he had truly benefited greatly.

When all the disciples saw that Dong Lang had been accepted as a direct disciple, they could not help but feel a little unhappy in their hearts.

During last night's discussion, Dong Lang fell asleep halfway through it. When Shu Yu saw that Dong Lang had gone to sleep, she did not wake him up, but instead lightly covered his body with her jacket. After the discussion was over, he sent Dong Lang back to his room. He returned to the cabin and sat down cross-legged. His energy returned to how it was before.

Dong Lang slept all the way until noon before waking up. Perhaps it was because he had never stayed up the night before, but after waking up, Dong Lang felt that his entire body was weak. He felt a faint sense of powerlessness, and after moving for a good while, his body slowly returned to normal.

When Dong Lang left the room, the sunlight today was still very good, giving off a lazy feeling.

"She's awake, Dong Lang." Shu Yu heard the sound and also opened the door and walked out.

"You must have slept quite comfortably." Shu Yu said while laughing.

"Yes."

"Let's go, I'll take you to get some things that you need." Shu Yu said as he walked forward. Dong Lang quickly followed. After the two of them walked for about a period of time, a tower appeared in front of them. There were seven floors in the tower, but the further up they went, the harder it was for Dong Lang to see clearly, and now, he could only see the first floor. The six floors above seemed to be covered by a dense fog, the further up he went, the better the items were. Shu Yu said leisurely beside Dong Lang.

"Let's go in," Shu Yu said as he led the way. There were many things that Dong Lang couldn't even name. Some were like a plate, their entire body was pitch black, some were like bamboo, and some were like chess pieces for Go ? When the man saw Shu Yu coming in, he cast a glance at him and said, "Are you bringing something back for this brat?"

"Yes, senior brother." The man waved his hand, and two small sets of clothes were thrown over. There was also a small sword, which was about half the height of Dong Lang. Shu Yu cupped his hands, "Thank you, Third Senior." "That person waved his hand." Fourth Junior Brother, you don't need to say that. Judging from your strength, you have improved quite a bit. Even I can't see clearly now. " How can that be? Senior Brother's phase viewing is getting more and more powerful. " After exchanging a few polite words with him, Shu Yu left with Dong Lang.

After exiting the tower, Dong Lang asked, "Was that senior brother just now?"

"Oh, hehe, he entered the sect several decades before me. According to seniority, he can be considered my senior brother."

"Oh, so it's like that." At this time, Dong Lang started to play with the things in his hands, the small sword seemed to be very much like Dong Lang's appetite, holding it in his hand felt like it was made of ice, the sword's body was somewhat transparent, and there seemed to be some lines on it, but they were too light, and could not see them clearly. Dong Lang liked the clothes very much, and there were two brown stripes on the white clothes, there was the word "Sword Pavilion" on the collar, and there was the same "sword" on the back as Wu Daozi, giving people an elegant feeling.

"Oh right, Dong Lang, you should use less of this sword, after all you do not have any foundation, so if you use this sword, you might be able to injure yourself." Shu Yu slowly said.

"Fine." Dong Lang seemed to be very helpless as he slowly withdrew his small sword. As he walked, he soon arrived at the wooden house.

At this time, Tenth Junior Martial Brother was looking outside the door. Seeing Shu Yu and the others return, he waved his hand and shouted, "Fourth Senior Brother, hurry up, we have long prepared everything."

"What are they preparing?" Dong Lang asked.

"You'll know when you get inside." Shu Yu smiled meaningfully at Dong Lang.

When they entered the room, Dong Lang saw that Fifth Junior Brother had long since sat on both sides of the table. Behind them were his own disciples, and if one were to talk about the most domineering one, it would be the Seventh Junior Brother s. Sixth Junior Brother's disciples were both dressed in gray and looked exactly the same. There were three disciples standing in a triangular formation behind the eighth junior brother. Their heads were wrapped in gauze, as if they were injured. Ninth Junior Brother, Tenth Junior Martial Brother has four disciples, Ninth Junior Brother has four female disciples and Tenth Junior Martial Brother has four male disciples. Shu Yu walked straight to the seat of honor and sat down, then said to Dong Lang who was standing below, "Dong Lang, you and I have an affinity to each other, I will also follow the will of the heavens. Today, I will accept you as my disciple and pass on my techniques, are you willing?"

Dong Lang did not understand much of what Shu Yu had said, but when he heard the words "will you be willing to do it?", he said, "If I am willing, can you still stay?" Hearing Dong Lang's words, one of the people from the littleleaf rhododendron fruit burst out into laughter. Seventh Junior Brother turned his head, and the man forced himself to smile. The rest of the disciples all looked at Dong Lang expressionlessly. Some of them couldn't help but twitch their lips ?

Shu Yu laughed helplessly, "Of course you can, you just have to call me master next time, everyone here are your Martial Uncle, and that's it. Do you understand by saying this?"

"Understood, Master." To Dong Lang, being able to stay and learn skills was good enough. Regarding titles, Dong Lang also could not understand the difference between master and senior brother.

"Hearing this, Shu Yu nodded slightly. You even have to kneel down and kowtow nine times before you take me as your master, do you know that? " Shu Yu asked.

"I know." With that, Dong Lang began his ceremony of becoming Uncle Liu's disciple. Back then, when he had taken Uncle Liu as his master, he had done it once, and it could be said that he was extremely familiar with the way now.

After the ceremony, the Fifth Junior Brother stood up and said to Shu Yu, "Senior Brother, congratulations on finding a good disciple. This is an ice-attribute cultivation technique that our juniors would occasionally find when they were out working.

"Dong Lang, thank the various Martial Uncle s." Shu Yu was not too polite either. When he was accepting disciples, his Senior Master and Martial Uncle would always give him one or two gifts.

"Many thanks to the Five Martial Uncle s, Six Martial Uncle s, Seven Martial Uncle s, Eight Martial Uncle s, Nine Martial Uncle s, Ten Martial Uncle s." Dong Lang said one by one.

"Sigh, no matter. There is no one with ice attribute in our pavilion. Even if you can obtain them, it can be considered fate." The ten Martial Uncle s said.

"Hehe, it is truly fate. Ice type techniques are originally few in number, and now that Dong Lang obtained it, there must be some sort of arrangement." Shu Yu said.

The seniors and juniors exchanged greetings before leaving. Shu Yu passed the < Frost Arts > in his hands to Dong Lang, "From now on, it is yours. Dong Lang nodded, as if he understood what Yun Che meant. Unfortunately, you are of the ice attribute, and I am of the wind attribute. As your master, I am also of the wood attribute, so I cannot impart all of my cultivation technique to you.

Everyone had their own attributes. Some people were born with only one attribute, while others had two. These two attributes were known to all. Some people were born with only one attribute, while some people had two. However, there was no such thing as an absolute rule. One could also obtain the seeds of other attributes through the luck of the Pre-Sky Realm. After which, one could cultivate slowly, allowing oneself to have other attributes as well. The more attributes one had, the harder it was to cultivate, and at the same time, the harder it was to cultivate. For example, Wu Daozi, he possessed three or more, and as for the specifics, other than a few Pavilion Master s, even the disciples did not know.