Xuanhuan: Gou Quietly Cultivates The Handyman

In the morning, the sun rises in the east and the stars recede.

Nine Xiaomen.

Under the sunshine, the mist in the mountains gradually disperses, and the buildings on the mountains gradually become clear, and at a glance, there are all glorious and magnificent houses.

"Senior Brother Mo."

Yang Peng carried Xu Anqing straight to a tower.

Before I got closer, I saw people coming and going at the door, and it was very lively.

Inside the tower, it is even more bustling, crowded with people, and you can't even find a place to stay.

A middle-aged man with a majestic face flew out of the tower.

"Huh? When did Junior Brother Yang come back? ”

The middle-aged man greeted with a smile.

Immediately noticed the strange white tender little guy in Yang Peng's hand, and wondered, "This is?" ”

"This is the son of my benefactor." Yang Peng said with a serious face and casually put Xu Anqing on the ground.

"I've seen Master Mo." Xu Anqing hurriedly saluted, and the little chubby hand reached into the sleeve robe, skillfully took out a jade box, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Excellent quality deer antler velvet, tonifies kidney yang, invigorates essence."

As he spoke, he also showed a shy smile.

The air in this mountain is really so good that it gives him an illusion that once he breathes, his body has a feeling of fluttering.

I can't bear to leave.

“......”

Mo Yuncang's brain briefly blanked.

Why is this five-year-old kid thinking like this... Ripe.

The point is that this little boy was brought back by Junior Brother Yang.

In his impression, Senior Brother Yang is a cold and beautiful young man with a firm Taoist heart and not close to women.

As the saying goes, close to Zhu is red.

Did you go out and practice once and get the hang of it?

Sensing the strange gaze of the other party, Yang Peng's cold face twitched a few times, resisted the urge to turn his head and leave, looked at Mo Yuncang and said,

"Senior brother, please register his name in the roster of miscellaneous disciples, and by the way, give him a set of miscellaneous service clothes and basic qigong practice."

After speaking, he hurriedly left.

Xu Anqing touched his head suspiciously.

Door-to-door gift-giving, isn't this a normal operation?

Why wasn't Yang Immortal Master too happy.

Could it be that the best deer antler velvet is too cheap?

Xu Anqing looked at the jade box in his hand and hesitated to replace it with a thousand-year-old wild ginseng with a better effect.

But there is only one thousand years of wild ginseng.

He couldn't bear it...

Mo Yuncang stared at Yang Peng's back, thoughtfully.

For a moment, he looked down at the little boy who was less than a meter next to his leg and asked with a smile, "Little one, what's your name?" What is a spiritual root? ”

"Xu Anqing, Xu with a gentle breeze, An in peace, Qing in Qingsong, Eight Lines Mixed Spirit Root."

Xu Anqing answered honestly.

"Xu Anqing, the name is good, the eight series are miscellaneous..."

"Wait, what did you just say your spiritual root is?"

Mo Yuncang's eyes widened, and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Eight Mixed Spirit Roots..." Xu Anqing replied weakly.

"There really is this kind of waste spiritual root..., ahem, Junior Brother Yang's vision is quite unique." Mo Yuncang looked at Xu Anqing with a strange face.

Then he turned over and took out a jade card, pointed his finger at the jade card, and drew a few strokes in the void.

After a while, he put away the jade card and said seriously,

"From today onwards, you will be a miscellaneous disciple of the Nine Xiao Gate."

"I'll ask people to send you clothes and basic qi training methods in a while, don't run around."

"Okay." Xu Anqing breathed a sigh of relief.

The other party's expression just now made him think that he was going to reject it.

It's okay, it's okay.

"Hmm." Mo Yuncang raised his arm calmly.

In the next second, the jade box in Xu Anqing's hand disappeared, and before he could react, Mo Yuncang's figure was no longer in place.

"AirTaken?"

"The immortal master's methods are really unpredictable."

Xu Anqing murmured.

But when he thought that he had now successfully joined the Nine Xiaomen and immediately possessed the cultivation technique, he couldn't help but get excited.

I am looking forward to my future life.

.......

“ Xu Anqing？”

Not long after Mo Yuncang left, a swarthy teenager came up with his clothes in hand.

"It's me." Xu Anqing replied loudly, and warmly stepped forward to greet him, "What do you call the immortal master?" ”

"Everyone is a miscellaneous disciple, you don't need to call me Immortal Master, just call me Lu Zhihao."

The boy's dark face had a bit of age-inappropriate vicissitudes.

He bent over slightly, with a hint of flattery in his smile, "This is what Elder Mo asked me to bring to you, you can see if it's right." ”

A set of clothes.

A book.

A wooden token.

That's all there is to a miscellaneous disciple.

"Thank you, Master Lu Xian."

Xu Anqing did not call the other party by name, but still thanked him politely and accepted the items with joy.

The reason why the other party was so polite was probably because of Elder Mo.

However, he is not stupid enough to foolishly use the power of others to show off his might.

New to the city, not familiar with everything.

In addition, his talent is very poor, among the miscellaneous disciples, he belongs to the bottom existence.

If you accidentally offend others, you will be beaten up at best, and your life will be lost at worst.

It's better to be safe.

"Senior Brother Xu, you still call me Senior Brother."

"Among miscellaneous disciples, the level of cultivation is the mainstay, regardless of the length of entry, those who cultivate to a high level are called senior brothers, and those who cultivate low are called junior brothers."

Lu Zhihao waved his hand and explained with a smile.

"This way."

Xu Anqing blinked.

Then this eight-line hybrid spirit root that he has no cultivation has not cultivated, and he is not a junior disciple of ten thousand years?

"Let's go, I'll take you to your residence."

"There is Senior Brother Lauru."

“......”*