Nine-grade sect.

Zhao Yang smiled lightly and saw that everyone was extremely curious, so he told me about the sect reporting in Talang City. In order to ensure that the sect does not be demoted, he had to take on the trial mission.

"hiss--"

When everyone here heard about the trial mission, they were shocked.

"Zheng Master Zhao, you are also a master of art and bold. This trial mission is not suitable for playing." Han Yu said on the side.

"That's true. I heard that most of the trial missions of the sect ended in failure." Mu Cangying, who was standing beside him, nodded and whispered.

When Zhao Yang heard their words, he smiled and said about what he heard from the sect's sect's report about the death of many sects for the three-year protection period when they were relegated.

"Can this still happen?"

"This is not bad either..."

The people here have complicated faces and sighed.

It’s okay for Yang Yuanshan and others, just like several sects in Qingkong Mountain, they have been trying a lot between upgrading and relegation. When they heard Zhao Yang telling this secret today, they couldn’t help but empathize.

Afterwards, Zhao Yang went to Zhenwu Guard and told the story of the incident of staying on the embankment for two days and two nights one by one.

Especially on the dam, the fact that those soldiers were fearless and fearless and used their flesh and blood to resist thousands of monsters was still heart-stirring to Zhao Yang's plainness.

"Hey—" Yang Yuanshan sighed lowly and said, "We also know that the county magistrate's army resists monsters. No disciples sent out every year come back alive."

The other people nodded, picked up their glasses and drank the glass of Chinese wine in silence.

Except for Shen Jian, who is a casual cultivator, no other family here recruits a group of disciples every year.

After these disciples went out, they only had a handful of ashes.

"If our human practitioners have improved their cultivation, they will one day compete with the demon clan for heaven and earth. In my opinion, this matter is just a matter of competition." Zhao Yang drank the wine and said long.

Everyone was stunned and fought with the demon clan for heaven and earth. Such words were spoken from a Qi-refining cultivator, but it was so natural.

"Sect Master Zhao is so ambitious!" Zuo Lun drank the wine glass that Zhao Yang had just poured and said loudly.

Several people praised each other and clinked glasses with Zhao Yang one by one.

Zuo Ling'er watched from the side, unable to help but feel a little lost.

"Miss, the soup is ready." The cook whispered beside her.

"Oh, oh!" Zuo Ling'er turned her head and saw the chef smiling with a smile on her eyes. She couldn't help but blush and brought a plate of fresh fish soup to the table.

Zhao Yang and everyone mentioned the preparations needed for future transactions, and handed over a stack of frost talismans to Yang Yuanshan.

"Zhengmaster Zhao, I don't know what magic weapon you are going to trade?" Jia Changhe said when he saw Zhao Yang taking action generously.

Jia Changhe was proficient in earth-based exercises, especially in earth-based Taoism. The blessing power of the long stick magic weapon on earth-based Taoism made him extremely moved.

But if the long stick was priced according to the top-grade magic weapon, Jia Changhe could only sigh.

"If Elder Jia likes this stick, how about selling you 30,000 spirit stones?"

Thirty thousand!

This long stick can be comparable to a top-grade magic weapon. Even if it is almost done, in Jia Changhe's opinion, it still requires more than 40,000 spirit stones.

The reason why he asked was that if it was a transaction, there would be too many people who would take action on such advanced magic weapons and he would not be able to grab them at all.

However, unexpectedly, Zhao Yang directly reduced the price of nearly 20,000 spirit stones.

"Okay, Master Zhao is so generous, I'm not pretentious. I want 30,000 spirit stones. I'll go back to raise the spirit stones now." Jia Changhe stopped drinking wine, bowed to Zhao Yang, then clasped his fists to the others, got up and left.

"Wait for me," Yang Yuanshan stood up and said, "I'll go back and pick a few things that I can trade for you."

Zhao Yang and his friends got up and smiled and sent them outside the pavilion.

Seeing that they had said goodbye, Zuo Lun and others also bowed and turned to their own sect.

Although Shen Jian is a sect worshiper, regardless of the affairs of the sect, he has fulfilled his responsibilities to be able to stand up when the sect is in a critical situation.

After talking to Shen Jian, the pavilion by the lake had been cleaned up, and several chefs had left, leaving only Zuo Ling'er standing there.

Shen Jian said goodbye happily, Zhao Yang's face turned slightly red, and he stepped into the pavilion.

"Junior sister--"

As soon as Zhao Yang spoke, Zuo Ling'er suddenly took a step forward, hugged him tightly, and buried his head in his arms.

Nephrite warm fragrance.

He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of his hair gently. At this moment, Zhao Yang realized that his heart was so peaceful.

a long time.

"Junior sister, why are you crying?" Looking at the little girl's red eyes, Zhao Yang whispered: "It's a senior brother, it's wrong. Senior brother should come back early and let you-"The rest of the words are covered by the jade-like fingers.

"Senior brother, there are so many of us in the sect. Will we handle the matter together in the future?" Zuo Ling'er's eyes burst into tears: "You can ignore the trial mission."

Don’t accept it? If you don’t accept it, the sect will not only be demoted, but may also be removed from the Qingyun Immortal Sect and then disband the sect.

Zhao Yang looked at the person in his arms and said something he didn't say.

If the sect was disbanded, he didn't know what kind of sad Zuo Ling'er would be. The sect was Ling'er's home.

Gently holding the little girl in her arms, Zhao Yang's thoughts slowly drifted away.

"Junior sister, when you recruit new disciples, you can teach them sword skills."

"Me?" Zuo Ling'er was stunned and pointed at herself and said, "How can I accept disciples?"

"It's not that you want to accept disciples, but that they want to level up with you." Zhao Yang reached out and scratched the little girl's nose, and smiled: "It's so boring that no one teamed up to fight monsters!"

Zuo Ling'er's eyes lit up, as if many small stars appeared in front of her.

It must be fun to take a group of people to rush into the game world and direct them to kill the bosses.

Moreover, in this way, it can also reduce the burden on the senior brother and quickly train new disciples for the sect.

Looking at Zhao Yang's eyes, Zuo Ling'er nodded.

After a slight silence, the ambiguous aura between the two quickly dissipated.

Just as he hugged him like this, Zhao Yang felt that he seemed to be in a tendency to transform.

Lower your head gently, lower your head again...

The little girl's eyelids are already hanging down...

Those plump lips trembled slightly...

It's not the time yet...

Zhao Yang gently tapped the little girl's jade-smooth forehead, and then hugged her tightly.

While warming up, Zhao Yang explained the experiences of these days in detail. He also explained the situation of the two little girls from Li Wenxuan's family to Zuo Ling'er one by one.

The breeze in the pavilion is slightly lit, and the lotus fragrance is distant.

The side hall of Qingyun Sect where affairs are handled.

Zhao Yang sat in the upper head, and Su Mu, Luo Sheng and others sent various booklets and copywriting.

When Zhao Yang returned to the sect, he had to deal with all the big and small matters accumulated in the sect.

The first thing is to take over the list of disciples given to him by Su Mu, compare each person's cultivation and skills level, and select the practice of new disciples afterwards and guide them.
Chapter completed!