There's something wrong with the general.

Chapter 112 Sect Ceremony (3)

The two of them paused for a while because of this matter, and Zhiming flew towards Yuping Mountain on his sword again.

Wen Yuxi held Zhiming's arm obediently, appearing particularly well-behaved.

Zhiming squeezed his fingers and whispered, "Are you a little nervous?"

Wen Yuxi shook his head and smiled: "I'm just afraid that Master doesn't think highly of me as his disciple."

"Junior brother, don't worry. Master will definitely like you."

Wen Yuxi forced a smile: "Yeah."

Speechless all the way.

After a while.

Yuping Mountain.

The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, with lush trees and countless rare and exotic plants.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but be dazzled by the sight. He had even seen some of these magical herbs in illusions.

Zhiming just stopped his sword on the open space in front of the hall.

A young man in his twenties came towards me.

The man was wearing a black disciple's uniform, had a tall figure, a handsome face, and his hair was neatly half-tied up, looking very well-behaved.

He held a wooden tray in his hand, on which lay a set of disciple uniforms and a sect jade token.

After seeing Zhiming, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Uncle Zhiming, the Grand Elder asked me to come over and give you the disciple uniform and the sect jade token."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wen Yuxi neither humbly nor arrogantly. When his eyes fell on his face, he was slightly stunned.

But then he came to his senses and smiled cordially: "I guess this must be Master Zhiyu."

Wen Yuxi didn't know whether to respond, so she turned to look at Zhiming and raised her eyebrows.

What's going on? I haven't even offered tea to Master yet, and already these clothes and the disciple jade token are ready?

Zhiming nodded at him, then looked at the young man.

"I believe Master has already made all the arrangements. Please accept the disciple uniform and jade token."

These words were said to Wen Yuxi.

The young man in black understood Zhiming's meaning and handed the wooden tray to Wen Yuxi.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help scratching his head.

How did I become Master's disciple without knowing what was going on?

Did he think there were several steps involved?

And this generation seems to be very high. He feels a little embarrassed when he sees people older than him calling him uncle.

Wen Yuxi took the wooden tray, held it in front of him, and waited for Zhiming's next instructions.

At this time, the young man said, "The Grand Elder asked the two uncles to change into disciple uniforms and go to the sect's main hall."

Wen Yuxi felt a little overwhelmed after hearing this.

He is a stranger, wearing disciple's clothes. If he goes there openly, will it cause public outrage?

After all, strictly speaking, he did not participate in the sect trial before becoming the master's disciple.

"Okay, you go first, my junior brother and I will be there soon."

Zhiming replied in a flat voice.

The young man bowed to both of them as a disciple and prepared to go back.

But Wen Yuxi stopped him: "Wait."

He quickly turned around, smiled, and asked in a clear voice, "Master, is there anything else?"

Wen Yuxi raised the wooden tray in his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, I wonder if Master..."

He paused, a trace of embarrassment on his face, as if he was unable to call his nephew by his name.

The young man was extremely intelligent, which was somewhat inconsistent with his proper appearance.

There was a gentle smile on his face, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

"Uncle Zhiyu, my disciple's name is Wei Qingchen. You can just call me Qingchen."

Wen Yuxi nodded, and this time he shouted happily and loudly.

"Qingchen. My name is Wen Yuxi, you can also call me Yuxi."

He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "I'm not used to being called nephew. I'm new here and don't understand many things. I'll have to trouble you a lot in the future."

The man smiled when he heard this: "I'm very happy to do so."

He quickly took out a few sound transmission notes from his Qiankun bag and placed them on the wooden tray.

He stared at Wen Yuxi and said, "Yuxi, this is a sound transmission note. If you have anything, please send a message to me."

"Okay, thank you Qingchen."

The two wanted to say something more, but were interrupted by Zhiming.

"Nephew, aren't you going to the sect's main hall? Why aren't you in a hurry now?"

His voice was cold and indifferent, and he glanced at Wei Qingchen nonchalantly.

Wei Qingchen raised her head slightly and happened to meet his deep black eyes.

There seemed to be a warning in his eyes, but the feeling disappeared in the blink of an eye, and at this time, Uncle Zhiming was looking at him with a calm expression.

Wei Qingchen couldn't help but be shocked.

I usually only know this junior master uncle, oh, no, he is no longer junior master uncle now.

He is usually gentle and friendly.

He actually forgot for a moment that he was a cultivator in the Jindan stage.

The young man recalled the conversation just now and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

His face froze again and again, and finally he forced a smile, said goodbye to the two of them, and then left in a hurry.

Wen Yuxi was unaware of the secret confrontation between the two, and she stared at him for a long time as he walked away.

Then he sighed, "Why are you leaving in the middle of this conversation? I still have a few questions I haven't had time to ask him. Forget it, I'll ask him later when I have the chance."

Wen Yuxi couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

He also wanted to ask privately what the current situation was in the sect hall.

Who knew that Wei Qingchen would suddenly leave?

"Junior brother, if you have any questions, just ask me."

Zhiming narrowed his eyes, his expression unpredictable.

Wen Yuxi raised her eyebrows, a smile spreading to her lips: "Yes, yes, yes."

He said some nice words, but his men were not vague at all. They grabbed the sound transmission talisman and stuffed it into the Qiankun bag.

Then, like a cute kid, he changed the subject: "Brother, from now on I will be a member of our Jiuxuan Sect!"

Wen Yuxi was overjoyed, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the disciple's uniform and jade token.

He held the wooden tray in one hand and touched the disciple's uniform with the other. It felt silky and light, very good.

After touching the disciple's clothes, he took the jade token and played with it left and right. When he saw the words "Holding Jade" engraved on it.

His eyes seemed to be filled with stars, full of joy and happiness.

Could he be so happy? Zhiming curled his lips slightly, took the jade plate, and stood quietly beside him.

After a while, Wen Yuxi finally calmed down.

He blinked and said, "Brother, why don't we go to your place to change clothes?"

He picked up his disciple's uniform and waved it in front of Zhiming, smiling like a naughty little fox.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Zhiming's heart suddenly jumped and his Adam's apple rolled.

"it is good."

He then put the wooden tray into his Qiankun bag, reached out to grab Wen Yuxi's wrist, and jumped onto the flying sword.

Wen Yuxi held his hand and looked forward without blinking.

I felt a gentle breeze and two green mountains rushing towards me.

After the flying sword circled Yuping Mountain for half a circle, the tip of the sword turned and dived down.

Wen Yuxi's heart was pounding, and he felt more and more that his senior brother's flying skills needed to be improved.

He was about to call out to his senior brother, "Slow down."

Suddenly, an open space appeared in front of me, and behind the open space were a few simple houses.

The flying sword actually flew straight towards the open space.

Wen Yuxi guessed that this must be where his senior brother lived.