Chapter 310

After sitting down, Shen Hao found that the location of the ceremony was also exquisite.

Nie Yun seems to be randomly selected in the first row, but in fact, it is also in line with the position of Guishan monastery in Jingxi. Sitting in the first row were all the elders of the second rate sect, and the guests of the third rate sect consciously sat in the back.

Shen Hao looked into the distance, and people were entering on the opposite auditorium. He saw Yu Aofeng, Zhang Lin and other Tianchan sect people sitting in the first row of the opposite auditorium.

In addition, the two people of wanjuan Book Mountain were also sitting on the opposite auditorium.

It was a while before the celebration began. Nie Yun opened the wine pot to drink and introduced Shen Hao to the general process of this celebration, but it was not long before he was interrupted.

"Deacon Nie, long time no see."

Someone asked everyone in the first row of the auditorium to stand up, including Nie Yun.

"Nie Yun has seen elder Xu!" Nie Yun bowed in a formal manner. The visitor is Xu Lingyan, the elder of Chang Baifeng. Nie Yun can't neglect either his status or cultivation.

Xu Lingyan smiled and looked like a very kind old lady.

"The last time I saw you was ten years ago. How is your master, immortal Pingyang?"

Nie Yun saluted again and arched his hands and said, "my teacher is very good. Thank you for your greetings."

"Is this your younger martial brother? Why is he still a registered disciple when he is not young?"

After two words, Nie Yun secretly said "sure enough", which still came to Shen Hao.

Elder Xu Lingyan is very famous in the sect of Jingxi. It's not that her accomplishments are great, but that he is a rare talker among the senior friars of the sect. He often makes people faint. Therefore, someone secretly gave the old man a nickname called "qicha Yan".

"Yes, I'm a disciple of zongmen who doesn't have much success. I'll register and see if I can make progress in the future."

Shen Hao also knew that he couldn't hide. When others saw it, they could only bow down and say, "younger generation, Shen Hao has seen elder Xu."

"You're under thirty, aren't you? How many lights are there when you get started?"

Shen Hao was speechless for a moment. He had never measured his talent at all. Who knows how much his talent is? But if you don't know, wouldn't it be more revealing?

"Tell Mr. Xu that he will laugh at you when you come in three times?" Nie Yun said ha ha and helped Shen Hao set the tone.

"Elder Xu laughed. I really have only three glimmers of light."

Shen Hao's expression seemed to have some inferiority complex, which made the people around him have no doubt. Indeed, the talent of floating light is only the minimum threshold. It's really embarrassing to be asked in public.

However, Xu Lingyan flashed with an "as expected" look, and the talent of floating light is normal. Otherwise, she would not be a registered disciple at this age. It is estimated that Guishan monastery is not optimistic about this man's potential. But now the boy is very different.

"Don't be so concerned. Although both cultivation and cultivation value talent, the luck and effort of the day after tomorrow are equally important. I heard that you had an epiphany opportunity in the sword washing pool yesterday. In this way, your achievements will be higher in the future. Remember not to belittle yourself!"

"Thank you for your advice, elder Xu. I will keep it in mind."

"However, we still talk about opportunities along the way. Some people, like you, practice hard but can't get it. They can only struggle with the current, but once the opportunity comes, they can soar to the sky. Therefore, there are many monks practicing divination in the world.

Shen Hao, sometimes I think more about my situation. Maybe another place just coincides with your chance? "

Nie Yun tried to interrupt several times. At last, Sheng Sheng held back. When Xu Lingyan finished his last sentence, he quickly said, "elder Xu, the family teacher actually attaches great importance to younger martial brother Shen, otherwise he won't have been famous for many years. The family teacher will be very pleased that younger martial brother Shen has the opportunity of insight this time."

"Oh? Really? But Shen Hao, remember, opportunities are not impossible to pursue. Everything may be different in another place. Hehe, well, Deacon Nie, you don't have to be nervous. I'm finished." Xu Lingyan smiled and patted Shen Hao on the shoulder, then turned and left. He didn't have a chance to talk to Nie Yun again.

"Tut Tut, it's really popular, you."

"Elder martial brother Nie laughed."

Nie Yun shook his head. He had a premonition that he would be scolded by his master this time. After all, he thought it was "a little joke without pain". Now it seems that he is going to be sat down. The key is Shen Hao's identity, which is doomed to be unable to fool the past.

Not long after a little episode here, the celebration began.

First, a roaring drum went straight into the sky, and the colorful auspicious clouds in the sky fell very low, which became more illusory against the bright sky.

"The time has come! Open the incense altar!"

With a loud cry, the voice surrounded by true Qi spread all over the top of the mountain.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Then the drum became more loud, and the sound seemed to stir up the auspicious clouds above, quickly forming a huge colorful vortex, from top to bottom, and finally connected to the stone statue on the high platform.

"Disciples enter the altar!"

With another shout, a row of monks dressed in Chang Baifeng's clothes walked into the open space between the viewing platforms on both sides according to their generations.

"A gift! To heaven and earth!"

"Here!"

"Two rites! To your ancestors!"

"Here!"

......

The scene was solemn. Shen Hao stood up with the people around him and saluted the stone statue on the high platform.

But with the advance of the celebration, Shen Hao was more and more shocked. At the beginning, he just thought it was the atmosphere of the scene that made him feel that the stone statue on the high platform seemed more angry, but gradually these anger became stronger and stronger, which could not be ignored in Shen Hao's perception, as if the stone statue really lived.

What's going on?!

What's more strange is that when Shen Hao subconsciously looks at the stone statue, he can always feel that the stone statue seems to be staring at him. The eyes are sharp and not stiff. Where is it like a stone?!

Shen Hao's face could not hold, but Nie Yun on the side had expected, smiled and whispered, "what? Did you open your eyes?"

"I opened my eyes and was scared to death. What's the matter with the stone statue? Why does it smell like a stranger?"

"It's called Zuxiang. It's a magic weapon refined with soul sacrifice before death. It can not only survive some important inheritance, but also leave some thoughts to future generations. However, the conditions for sacrificing and refining this thing are very harsh. Ordinary third rate sects don't have this ability. At least it can be taken out by second rate and top sects like Chang Baifeng.

And it will consume a lot of spirit stones to activate once. They won't use them in case of leisure. "

Shen Hao didn't dare to ask more about the occasion, so he put away his mind and continued to watch the ceremony. When the complicated etiquette is over, it is already noon.

"Hoo, it's over at last. Hey, it's about to start. Chang Baifeng's greatest skill is swordsmanship. Seven of his ten disciples practice swordsmanship. Later, you can have a good look at the difference between the competition in the sect and your secular world."