Sign in at the beginning of the sage position

As a Mahayana monk, Palace Master Wuyue is also an immortal cultivator who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

Of course such a simple truth is clear in her heart, she won't even know who she is trying to express apology to after she has endured such hardships and stepped on her face in the mud abruptly!

Is it Huayuzong?

wrong!

The opponent's strength is far inferior to his own. What qualifications does such a sect have to make himself surrender?

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the mysterious expert behind the scruples, Palace Mistress Wuyue was confident that she would be able to razed the entire Huayu Sect to the ground with ease.

Kill every cultivator of the faction.

Of course, I can only think about it now.

She must seek the forgiveness of that great being.

Low eyebrows are pleasing to the eye.

Dare not have any disobedience.

Mistress Wuyue has already made up her mind.

Now that he has stepped into the dirt and lost his face, then this apology must achieve his goal.

In any case, we must obtain the understanding of the other party.

What if the other party does not forgive?

Then she can't afford to kneel.

So, no matter how Daoist Qingyu tried to persuade her, her reply was only one sentence: "I am guilty of a crime, so I dare not stand up."

In the end, it made Master Qingyu feel the same way.

He's not stupid, of course he can tell that although the other party's words are humble, these words are not meant for him at all!

In other words, am I being used as a background board?

Master Qingyu was a little bit dumbfounded.

For a while, I didn't know what to do.

After all, such an experience has never been encountered before. Who would have thought that the proud Mistress of the Wuyue Palace, the majestic Patriarch of Mahayana, would make this whole thing?

For a moment, Master Qingyu was helpless.

Let it go like this, I always feel that it is not a problem.

But persuasion is useless, I can't make it by myself, so I'll stay here all the time?

...

"I can't tell, this Mistress Wuyue is really a talent."

In the ancestor's ancestral hall, Lin Xiaoyao was sweeping the floor, but he could clearly see what happened in our gate, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

Of course he knew that after being taught a lesson by himself, Mistress Wuyue would definitely come to Huayuzong to apologize.

However, Lin Xiaoyao didn't know what the other party would do.

He didn't eavesdrop.

Because if you know the secret from the beginning, you will lose a lot of interest. This is the same as reading a novel and watching a drama, and someone spoils it by your ear.

Although I thought about it, the other party would be very humble, but kowtowing one step at a time, and kneeling for a long time without my consent, still brought Lin Xiaoyao a pleasant surprise!

Not bad, not bad, is a talent!

The majestic Mahayana patriarch was able to achieve this step, although he may not really want to reform his past, but he can also see that the lesson he gave to Immortal Baihe has indeed played a more effective role than expected.

The other party was convinced, and was really scared.

Of course, this is also very normal.

After all, the sage shot with such a high force, the opponent must not accept it.

Lin Xiaoyao was sweeping the floor on the surface, but in fact, he was hiding in the dark and peeking at the screen, looking at his masterpiece, feeling very happy in his heart.

It feels good.

This Wuyue Immortal Palace is very sober, knowing that the so-called head of the Huayu Sect is just a passerby, a background board.

There's no way to decide this matter, so she knelt there obediently, waiting for her arrival... Ah, bah, it's her arrival.

Or, is this going to spare her?

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head.

That's so unreasonable.

A dignified saint, as soon as you beg me to lower your posture, I will forgive you. Doesn't that make you appear soft-hearted and easy to fool?

No, this doesn't fit with the persona of my master behind the scenes, a great existence.

As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, the heart of an emperor is unpredictable, let alone a saint who obediently obeys the way of heaven?

It's too easy to get forgiveness, maybe it will make the other party see it clearly.

Self-defeating!

So... Kneel, just kneel!

Lin Xiaoyao decided to ignore it. Since he was pretending to be coercive, he had to have a beginning and an end, and only pretend to be a complete set.

Being anticlimactic doesn't fit my personality.

Of course the key is... Anyway, it's not me who is kneeling, so I don't feel bad, do I.

Lin Xiaoyao decided to hang out with the other party.

This can be regarded as a kind of royal technique.

In fact, he was kind enough not to send a meteor shower to Wuyue Immortal Palace.

And from another angle, the other party can actually kneel down to the saint, which is already a blessing he cultivated in eight lifetimes.

Other immortal cultivators just don't know the object of his fall, otherwise they won't be envious.

Otherwise, do you really think that in this world, anyone is qualified to kneel to a saint?

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyao felt more at ease.

So he continued humming and sweeping the floor, ignoring the other party.

...

Time flies by like a white horse, and more than three months have passed in a blink of an eye.

"System, sign me in."

"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and getting the spiritual food eight-treasure porridge, do you want to get it now?"

"Spiritual food eight-treasure porridge?"

Lin Xiaoyao was overjoyed, luck was good, and today he had a good fortune again.

The so-called spiritual food acts similarly to panacea.

But even rarer.

Only a professional "immortal chef" who is rarer than an alchemist can cook, and the ingredients are also extremely rare.

The spiritual food not only has the effect similar to the same panacea, but also is extremely delicious, so it can satisfy people's appetite, so it is extremely sought after by high-level monks.

This spiritual food eight-treasure porridge has only appeared a few times in Lin Xiaoyao's sign-in over the past ten years. It is made of eight-flavored medicinal materials such as thousand-year vermilion fruit, ten-thousand-year ginseng, and formed Polygonum multiflorum, supplemented by rice grown from Lingquan , carefully cooked.

Even for monks in the Tongxuan stage, breaking through the bottleneck of the Mahayana stage has certain uses.

The value is so great that it is not inferior to Tongtian Lingbao.

But for Lin Xiaoyao...

But he didn't care about the medicinal effect of this thing at all, but said happily: "Today's breakfast is here."

Yes, that's how willful it is.

To Lin Xiaoyao, the treasure that cultivator Tongxuan couldn't dream of was just a bowl of delicious porridge.

"Gulu Gulu."

He is comfortable drinking porridge here.

Outside the mountain gate, Mistress Wuyue was about to cry.

She really never thought that it would be like this.

A dignified minister and monk, he kept his head down and made a small one. He felt that his posture was already low enough, and he didn't even care about the most basic face.

Originally, I thought that if I just kneel down for a while, or an hour or two, at most no more than half a day, that mysterious existence would wake me up.

result……

This kneeling is three months.

No one cares.

Palace Mistress Wuyue is determined to die.

I feel so wronged that I want to cry.

But desperately hold back.

God knows what she has experienced in the past three months and how she survived.

Living like a year is the best description.

But that's really bullying.

She wanted to get up countless times, desperately trying to break the net, but before she left, Patriarch Baihe's earnest advice that the inheritance of Wuyue Immortal Palace should not be destroyed in her own hands, so she held back desperately.

But when will this day be the end!

It was only late autumn when she first came, but now it has entered the cold winter.

There was heavy snow in the sky.

As a Mahayana monk, although he was dressed thinly, his body would naturally not feel cold, but his heart was really cool.

Just like ten thousand years of ice.

"Woo..."

Thinking of the experience of the past few months, Mistress Wuyue couldn't bear it any longer, burst into tears, and began to sob softly.

...

Outside the mountain gate, the Mistress of Wuyue lived like a year.

And inside, in fact, the bosses of the Huayu Sect are not having a good time.

A Mahayana monk knelt there upright, blocked the mountain gate of our sect, and asked you if you dare to move... Wrong, are you moved or not?

All in all, no matter it is Master Qingyu or the chief elders, they are all fuzzy in their hearts now.

They also hope that this matter will have an end.

But the problem is.

I am just a background board, passerby A, I can't be the master at all.

"Brother, you should think of a way. For the past three months, the disciples are not allowed to go out to practice!"

The first seat of Yujian Peak now also has a sad face.

"Hey, it's nothing if you can't go out to practice. Now even how to let the disciples go out to collect elixir has become a problem!"

The expression of the head of Baodangu couldn't be much better, both of them were complaining like the master.

Master Qingyu could only smile wryly.

what can he do

He is also very desperate!

In this matter, he, the head of the sect, is just a passerby.

I can't be the master at all!

All of this depends on the meaning of the immortal patriarch.

But it's really not a problem for Palace Mistress Wuyue to kneel in front of the mountain gate all the time!

Recently, he prayed to the statue of the patriarch every day, but unfortunately, the other party didn't answer at all.

...

"Yo, it's snowing!"

As the instigator of this incident, Lin Xiaoyao stretched his waist, and it feels good to sleep until he wakes up naturally.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw that the outside was already covered in silver.

So he released his divine sense, wanting to appreciate the snowy scenery in the mountains.

Then I saw outside the mountain gate, at some point, a snowman had been built.

The monks in this sect still have such a leisurely mood?

Lin Xiaoyao took a closer look.

Where is the pile of snowmen, but the Mistress of the Wuyue Palace, kneeling upright in the snow.

His body was covered with snowflakes, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he was sobbing softly.

Lin Xiaoyao slapped his forehead, and he actually forgot about her.

Originally, he wanted to endure this woman's temper.

Of course, the main reason is that it would be unreasonable to agree to the other party's begging for mercy too quickly.

So let her kneel first.

Kneel for ten days and half a month.

In the end, somehow, I forgot about it.

How long has it been?

Lin Xiaoyao scratched his head. When the other party came, it seemed to be early autumn...

Oops!

After such a long time, she still dare not get up, and still kneels in front of the mountain gate. This Palace Mistress Wuyue is really a sincere person!

Lin Xiaoyao felt that it was almost the same.

After all, there is a limit to everything, even if you boil an eagle, you can't directly boil the other party to death, right!

What's more, Wuyue Immortal Palace is still useful to him.

I have tried it last time, and I can send an avatar there to sign in there.

So you can't be too harsh on this woman, kowtowing every step, plus kneeling for several months, this kind of punishment is so-so, but it is enough.

Lin Xiaoyao felt that he was really a kind and generous person, so he let the other party kneel for a few months, and then his heart softened.

...

"Junior, do you know your mistake?"

Palace Mistress Wuyue, who had turned into a snowman, seemed to be in a trance, but at this moment, a voice woke her up.

The voice was ethereal, as if it had directly reached her heart.

Brilliant Tianwei.

Palace Mistress Wuyue, who was originally full of resentment, suddenly lowered her head after hearing this voice.

Five-body cast.

The resentment in my heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

All that is left is humility and fear.

She felt that she was like a small ant, but at this moment, she had the gaze and attention of the gods.

It was an indescribable feeling.

Now she finally understands why Patriarch Baihe behaved like that, this is really a great existence beyond her imagination.

"The younger generation knows it's wrong, the younger generation is wrong, please let the adults ignore the villains."

Mistress Wuyue kowtowed repeatedly.

She really doesn't have the slightest bit of resentment now, and even inexplicably feels that in the face of such a great existence, she is qualified to kneel to him because it is a blessing obtained through eight lifetimes of cultivation.

"Get up!"

After a long time, the voice finally reached the ears again.

"yes!"

Palace Mistress Wuyue stood up cautiously, lowered her eyebrows, but dared not say a word of nonsense.

"Since you committed the first crime, I will forgive you this time. After you go back, you can also make a statue for me in Wuyue Immortal Palace."

Lin Xiaoyao ordered lightly.

Since Wuyue Immortal Palace has not been wiped out, it might as well take over this force easily.

Although he was very happy in Huayuzong, but since he has the opportunity, he might as well save himself a little backup by the way.

"yes!"

Palace Mistress Wuyue understood and nodded like pecking at rice, although she couldn't figure out why such a mysterious and powerful existence could be seen in the small Wuyue Immortal Palace.

But how dare you go against the other party's will.

What's more, if you can get the other party's approval and become the other party's subordinate, no, it's a servant, and being driven by it is also the immortal blessing of eight lifetimes of cultivation by the disciples of this sect.

"Okay, you can go back."

Lin Xiaoyao's words were concise and to the point, and he didn't talk to the other party.

After all, as a superior, one must have the consciousness of a superior. Which boss have you ever seen, when facing his subordinates, he is as verbose as a chatterbox?

Very cheap, okay?

That way you can't keep it mysterious and compelling.

Lin Xiaoyao still pays attention to this point.

"yes!"

Palace Mistress Wuyue knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times in the snow.

When she got up, her whole body seemed to become lighter.

...

Sending off the two juniors, Master Qingyu sighed.

Then respectfully offer incense and salute to the statue of the patriarch that he enshrines.

He didn't dare to complain, let alone show the slightest resentment. He just kowtowed and talked about the difficulties of his sect, hoping that the patriarch would issue the decree as soon as possible.

After all, it's really not a big deal to keep Mistress Wuyue kneeling in front of the mountain gate.

The smoke from the candle flames rose.

Then, a few words appeared in the void.

This matter is over, and from now on, Wuyue Immortal Palace can be regarded as an ally of our faction.

Daoist Qingyu was stunned. In the past three months, he had prayed many times, but he never got a response from the patriarch.

did not expect……

This happiness came too suddenly.

He couldn't help kowtowing again and again: "Thank you Patriarch, thank you Patriarch."

This chapter is more than 4,000 words, and the plot related to Wuyue Xiangong is written directly at one time, and a new plot will start immediately below.

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