Xiao Ran was almost frightened by the old man who got close to him.

Fortunately, he resonated with the mind method to protect himself, and he quickly calmed down his mind.

I found out that the reason why this old man was so close was probably just simple...

Shortsighted.

Next, the old man suddenly asked Xiao Ran’s question:

Who are you?

Xiao Ran thought to himself, shouldn’t I ask this sentence?

I, a young and innocent face, appeared in the elders' conference room. Besides being the new disciple of the elder, who else can I be?

The spring frog and autumn cicada were also frightened by the old man. The distance was too close, so they had to raise their short and thick neck, look up exaggeratedly, and look closely.

"Hello, Uncle Mo Zi Master..."

The two girls were also very curious.

The real person of the weapon refining elder Mo Xiao lives in the sword-making peak for many years. He has been sharpening his sword for ten years and rarely goes out. He only appears symbolically when convening a meeting of elders. However, he has not expressed any opinions at the meeting for decades.

Why did he suddenly run to Xiao Ran and ask who he is?

Chunfow did not think much and immediately introduced the old man to Xiao Ran:

"This is the elder of the sword-making sect, the real person of Moxiao."

Xiao Ran had heard the introduction of two girls before, and thought that this old man had been sharpening his sword for ten years, no wonder he had turned into myopia.

Qiu Chan introduced Xiao Ran to the old man:

"This is the personal disciple that Mr. Ling Zhou had just received--"

Before the name was reported, the old man rudely interrupted the introduction.

"I'm not asking who you are now, but who you were before."

I used to be a great successor to socialism!

Is this related to you?

Xiao Ran asked:

"Why did Master ask this?"

The old man turned his hands behind his back, and his deep and dark old eyes stared at Xiao Ran.

"Because you seem to have any opinions on the sword wall..."

Is this all seen?

Is the sword wall your masterpiece?

Xiao Ran doesn’t understand the spiritual patterns very well, but his architectural level is quite high!

Unexpectedly, the master of sword making is still an expert in construction.

Xiao Ran was busy learning and selling as soon as possible explained:

"Just like a bun shop clerk who knows nothing about painting, facing the most famous paintings, he can only say one thing that looks good or not. Master, please don't have to care about the humble opinions of his disciples."

A famous painting that has reached the pinnacle?

The old man caressed his beard, and these four sword walls were indeed his pinnacle work.

But this new disciple seems to have some opinions about it.

"It's said it's the pinnacle, but what I see from your eyes is not the pinnacle, but the flaws."

Xiao Ran felt very strange.

The old man saw that he had a little view on some details of the sword wall.

But the old man did not look at a mortal disciple like others who would curiously observe it with his spiritual sense.

From the beginning, he did not look at Xiao Ran with his spiritual sense.

It seemed that in his eyes, cultivation was just a trivial matter, and Elder Zheng Jian must have special considerations in selecting materials.

The old man's seemingly questioning tone seemed to have a depressing look in his deep and dark eyes.

Xiao Ran bowed and said:

"It's my disciple who is abrupt."

The old man smiled and shook his head.

"No one can stop in front of the Sky-Protecting Sword Lift without being hurt by its will to protect the sky."

Xiao Ran was speechless.

At this moment, a neutral voice of the clouds ethereal clouds came from outside the door:

"Everyone is here, let's start."

The old man felt a little regretful and said:

"Maybe...At some time after the elders' meeting, Master Xiao can come to Zhujian Peak to sit, and I will definitely treat you as a tea."

After talking, Xiao Ran was left with a little puzzled.

Make tea and treat each other?

All the elders of this sect are so amiable?

Not far away.

Ling Zhouyue waved to Xiao Ran to enter the seat.

As the meeting began, she saw what had just happened.

She didn't expect that the real person Moxiao took the initiative to chat with him...

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

Ling Zhouyue frowned slightly and found that things were not simple.

Could it be that this old man also fell in love with my baby apprentice?

Come first and then come, don’t you understand the truth that famous flowers have their masters?

When she met Xiao Ran, she asked vigilantly:

"What did this old man tell you?"

Xiao Ran answered truthfully:

"Master Moxiao wants his disciples to have time to sit at Zhujian Peak, so he will definitely make tea and wait."

Make tea and wait?

Ling Zhouyue coughed dryly, leaned against Xiao Ran's ear and said softly:

"This old man has been practicing sword for ten years, so he has no time to study tea ceremony. It must be a trap. Don't go."

Xiao Ran had no intention of going there, but he deliberately pretended to listen to his master.

"Affect your master's instructions."

Xiao Ran's respect for his teachers and filial piety made Ling Zhouyue feel distance inexplicably, and she felt the illusion that she might lose him at any time.

So he pulled Xiao Ran closer, raised his arm and hugged Xiao Ran's shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Don't be so polite. I'm very approachable, not to mention that everyone is young, there is no need to be too reserved. It is not as easy to have a generation gap as when we get along with older people."

The real person in Yinyue behind him:

“…”

Generation gap?

Xiao Ran felt his elbows soft, as if he was pushing something, and looked down on his head and glanced at him.

Well, there is no generation gap...but there is a deeper gap here.

...

Main Hall.

Five long green wood tables embroidered with red patterns surrounded and placed in five corners to look at each other.

It is the seat of the head and the four elders.

Each of the disciples who were personally taught stood behind the elders of each master to listen.

Except for the head seat in the north, the other four seats are seated casually.

Ling Zhouyue is the leader of the four elders, but she sits in the lower southeast position and gives up the upper northeast position to Yin Yue Zhenren.

Xiao Ran stood behind her side, Manako... her mind was full of generation gaps.

He felt deeply guilty.
To be continued...