Mr. Ink Box's old face darkened.

Only then did I remember that I invited Xiao Ran to tea yesterday to identify his character. The sword intention was secondary, and the main purpose was to prepare "Ten Thousand Swords Manual" for Xiao Ran.

The "Ten Thousand Swords Book" records the appearance, origin and character of each ancient sword in the sword tomb.

By understanding it in advance, the Chengjian Conference can be targeted and avoid many detours.

However, he was interrupted by the fact that Xiao Ran's tea was very difficult to drink, which made him extremely embarrassed. After making a fuss about it, he hurriedly left, completely forgetting about the "Wan Jian Pu" incident.

I'm old, I can't accept it.

Ink Box Master's face darkened and he did not mention this matter at all.

"I misremembered. I thought you were my former disciple. I will watch over you today. You can climb the mountain well."

Xiao Ran suddenly felt that yesterday's expectations were no longer in the deep eyes of Elder Mo Xia.

Am I in too bad shape today?

Xiao Ran became somewhat nervous. Suddenly he remembered something and asked hurriedly:

"By the way, Senior Uncle, why haven't you seen Senior Senior Brother Gao?"

Ink Box Master was about to leave, but had to turn around.

"Oh, he had a rare rest today, so he went to Dagu Peak to play. He said he wanted to learn some advanced seed selection and wine-making techniques."

Ah this...

Xiao Ran's forehead was covered with black lines, and he felt extremely ashamed.

Senior Senior Brother Gao, Junior Sister Zhehui... look what I have done!

Seeing that Xiao Ran looked a little depressed, Master Mo Xia hurriedly added:

"There is nothing wrong with this child's character. I am usually too strict with him. I didn't come to see you today. Do you mind if you don't mind?"

Xiao Ran hurriedly waved his hand and said:

“I don’t mind, I don’t mind, seed selection and wine making are important things in life.”

Ink Box Master smiled and said:

"Ha...exactly."

…

The old and young people chatted awkwardly without smiling, which did not alleviate the tense atmosphere at the foot of the mountain at all, and even made it aggravated.

It wasn't until Old Man Ouyang got the Elder Flying Stone for Master Mo Xia that Master Mo Xia stood up from the stone and flew to the viewing position of the Elder Valley above the mountainside.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Humid mist slowly gathered at the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Ran could no longer see the disciples hanging in the air at the foot of the mountain clearly with his naked eyes.

He, Chu Yan, the two Chengjian disciples, and the two old coaches presiding over the scene, a total of four people, stood on the welcoming stone platform at the foot of the mountain.

The two are isolated, separated by a faint mist, and look extremely desolate.

The five elders barely managed to arrive.

The national masters who had been waiting outside Zongzhi Mountain for a long time also came from the south and came to the welcome platform at the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Ran counted, there were seventeen people in total, representing the seventeen countries or independent cities around Zongzhi Mountain that were protected by it.

Although these national teachers are all potbellied, dressed in rich and jade robes, and full of worldly aura, they are actually all cultivators.

The Taoist League stipulates that any country must have cultivators as national teachers.

Qi refining cultivation is not enough to suppress a population of millions and a well-trained body-forging army, so the national masters in front of them have at least a foundation-building cultivation level, and some even have a golden elixir cultivation level.

Therefore, the status of the national preceptor is very high, surpassing that of the emperor to some extent.

According to Xiao Ran's understanding, half of these seventeen national masters were once disciples of Zong Zhishan, and the other half were from the Taoist Alliance. They were all not ordinary people.

After all, education must start from children, and snatching talents for cultivation must start from mortals.

In the Age of Ending Dharma, the living space of mortals has been massively occupied by the underworld and underworld beasts, causing the population of the True Spirit Continent to decline sharply year after year.

This means that the fight for talent has become more urgent and the competition has become more intense.

The royal family, the army, domestic sub-sects, the five major gangsters, the Dao Alliance headquarters... all are competing for people.

This is the reason why some national teachers from small countries are from large sects or Taoist alliances, and their cultivation level is in foundation building and golden elixir.

Because the Dao League headquarters and the five gangsters are the overlords of this world.

Talents have to be allowed to pick them first, and then others can pick up the rest.

In the past three years, Xiao Ran has been picked up by all the forces. They don't even want to join the army. Only the empresses of a few countries saw that he was handsome and wanted him to be the empress of the palace.

After all, the mortal empress does not have the temperament and youthful appearance of a female cultivator.

Xiao Ran scolded loudly and refused to do anything no matter how much money he gave.

I! The time traveler! I traveled to this world to practice stealth and save the world, not to save you charming grannies!

While he was reminiscing, a middle-aged and elderly Imperial Master with a bloated figure, small steps and a face full of Hunyuan Sword Qi walked towards Xiao Ran and Chu Yan.

Xiao Ran always felt that this person looked familiar.

The Imperial Master bowed deeply to Chu Yan and said respectfully:

"I've met the imperial aunt."

Chu Yan frowned and showed displeasure.

"How many times have I told you, don't call me old, just call me senior sister."

The Imperial Master thought about it, he is the same generation as the Emperor, you are the Emperor's aunt, I call you Senior Sister...

"Isn't this confusing the seniority?"

"It's up to you to decide whether to be chaotic or not!"

"yes."

Xiao Ran could tell that the two of them were very familiar with each other.

In the past three years, he has traveled to all seventeen small countries around Zongzhi Mountain, and his experience of repeated defeats was gained through the entrance examinations of the various sub-sects.

Therefore, he knew a thing or two about most of the seventeen national masters, but this one seemed a little unfamiliar to him.

It's unfamiliar, yet it has a certain sense of déjà vu.

After the Imperial Master exchanged greetings with Chu Yan, he looked at Xiao Ran and was quite shocked by Xiao Ran's cultivation. The tired look on Xiao Ran's face was even more puzzling to him.

"This must be the imperial grandmother's junior brother Xiao..."

How did Chu Yan write the letter?

Xiao Ran didn't wait for the Imperial Master to finish speaking and interrupted him coldly.

"It's Master."

"this……"

The Imperial Master was confused.

This is completely different from the junior brother mentioned by the imperial aunt!

Chuyan's face turned red and she quickly introduced herself to resolve the embarrassment.

"Let me introduce to you. This is the national master of the Fire Nation, Bao Guo Zhenren. He is the master who came from the Tao Alliance three years ago."

Although it was said to be an introduction, she did not mention Xiao Ran's identity and status at all, and only introduced the national master to Xiao Ran.

Real person Baoguo?

Xiao Ran was stunned.

The master of Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi?
Chapter completed!