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Behind the crowd came a young man in white brocade.

The young man looked like a man of twenty-four or five years old. He was very handsome. He knew that there was a kind of feminine charm.

The folding fan in the hand shakes gently, very natural and unrestrained.

"It turned out to be senior brother song Han." The male disciple was in a hurry.

It's strange that this male disciple is already a foreign disciple, but he has to salute the young man.

"I've heard of song Han, who is said to be the son of the elder of the penalty hall. It's said that he will be admitted to Lingxiao sect this year."

"Because of his father's relationship, it is not a matter of a word that he enters the Lingxiao sect. How can he come to participate in the selection of miscellaneous servant disciples?"

"You don't know. This is the rule set by the founder of the Lingxiao sect. All members of the Lingxiao sect must start with the servant disciples, and no one can be an exception. Even the present patriarch came out step by step from a servant disciple. "

Song Han listened to the compliments of the crowd, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.

He doesn't need to take part in any trial. Everything has been settled. He just went through a process here.

His father has arranged a position for him. As soon as he enters the Lingxiao sect, he will be the core disciple.

"Let him in quickly, such a person, I see too many, don't waste my time!" Song Han said coldly.

The male disciple immediately nodded and bowed and said, "since it was elder martial brother song Han who said it, then I will let him in."

After that, the male disciple lenglengleng said to Lu Yu: "Hello, you are lucky. Since elder martial brother song Han talks to you, you can go to the toilet to help."

After that, the male disciple ignored Lu Yu and began to talk with song Han.

"The boy is lucky enough to enter the Lingxiao sect."

"He is just a toilet painter. He will never be exposed to advanced skills in his whole life, and eventually he will die. It is better to find a small sect outside to practice."

After Lu Yu's death, he immediately cast several glances, including envy, jealousy and disdain.

However, Lu Yu doesn't mind.

In his eyes, no matter what they did, these people could not have the slightest fluctuation to Lu Yu's Daoxin.

If he is really for the sake of the factotum disciple, he may come to fight for what to do.

However, Xuanwu hall leader told him that tomorrow is the selection of disciples from other schools.

He just needs the identity of this factotum disciple to participate in the selection of external disciples.

"This is your waist token. From tomorrow on, all the latrines in the back will belong to you." A disciple in charge of recording scornfully stares at landing feather and takes out a waist token from the cabinet and hands it to Lu Yu.

On the waist plate, the number of Lu Yu is simply recorded, and the three characters of "Lingxiao Zong" are printed on the back.

The servant disciple is not even qualified to leave his name on the waist token.

Lu Yu took the waist token and asked, "this elder martial brother, where is the selection of the external disciples for tomorrow?"

"Mao didn't grow up and wanted to learn from others to participate in the selection of disciples from other schools. Are you not afraid of being killed?" The record disciple sneered: "I tell you, it's too difficult to select the external disciples, but it's too difficult for you to select the miscellaneous disciples. You, work honestly, don't think about those illusory ones

However, the disciple still gave Lu Yu a clear direction.

Lu Yu said thanks, so he looked for a quiet place to practice alone.

They don't have a room of their own. Generally, a dozen or so people live together. It's easy to disturb their practice.

The disciple sneered and said, "this man is really stupid. What's the use of cramming?"