The next morning, the first sun rose, and the golden light shone on it, and a golden edge was crossed to the quaint Chongyang Palace.

"Senior Brother Yin, Senior Brother Yin, are you in the room?" A little Taoist priest wearing an ordinary green Taoist robe and holding an iron sword in his hand came stepping on the sunlight and stood outside the bamboo forest wooden house and shouted.

In the room, Su Jin stretched his waist on the bed, turned over and jumped to the front of the door, raised his hand to open the wooden door: "What's wrong?"

"The head sected the bronze bell to summon all fellow disciples to Wanshou Hall. I will inform you specifically." The little Taoist priest spoke with a smile against the light, revealing eight white teeth.

Su Jin vaguely remembered that his name was Fusheng, and he had no idea about the rest, so he followed him quietly, crossed the ancient palaces and came to the Wanshou Palace, which covers the widest area.

At this time, Wanshou Palace was already full of shadows. Su Jin looked at it and thought that there would be at least three hundred.

"Today, I call everyone here to announce a big event." The middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a green base, a black jacket, a wooden crown with hair on his head, and a thin and solemn cheeks, stood in front of the statue of the ancestor, facing the three hundred disciples, and spoke loudly.

Su Jin was wandering among the crowd, constantly looking at the Master Qiu Chuji who had almost been mythologically since later generations, his nominal master.

"From today, all second-generation disciples, including me, will observe all three generations of disciples with the eyes of assessment, and are preparing to select senior disciples of the head sect within one year to be candidates for deputy head sects." Qiu Chuji said.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the entire Wanshou Palace exploded instantly, and various chaotic sounds surged like a tide.

More than 300 disciples were constantly whispering, many of them looked at Su Jin and Zhao Zhijing at the moment.

Among all the three generations of disciples, these two are the strongest in terms of martial arts and reputation. Then the so-called observation period will definitely focus on them.

"Silent!" Ma Yu, one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, shouted, and the three hundred people in the audience trembled and became quiet.

"Whoever has any questions can talk about them one by one," said Qiu Chuji.

"I dare to ask the head teacher, what is the main content of the assessment?" Zhao Zhijing bowed and asked.

"Whoever performs the best will be the best. If all the three generations of disciples are not outstanding, it will focus on martial arts and morality." Qiu Chuji said.

Zhao Zhijing nodded silently, turned his eyes to look at Su Jin, his eyes full of fighting spirit: This person is the biggest stumbling block on the road to head of his sect.

What about your uncle?

Su Jin glared at him, clearly feeling his hostility, and suddenly felt both angry and funny in his heart.

The "legacy" left by Wang Chongyang is indeed very rich, but he has a task, which is really undesirable!

Otherwise, how could he satisfy Xiaolongnu's wish? Even if he wants to be an "undercover agent", can Quanzhen Qizi agree? Can these brothers, who are like wolves and tigers, agree?

Not to mention being the head of the sect, it would be better to get rid of Quanzhen Sect quickly.

This dry well is not his sky.

"Okay, this morning meeting ends here." In front of the ancestor's statue, Qiu Chuji looked at Su Jin and said, "Others go out first, Ping'er, you stay."

If it weren't for what he said when he looked at him, Su Jin wouldn't even react that Ping'er was calling him. He suddenly felt a trembling heart and felt very energetic, fearing that he would show his flaws in front of the Quanzhen Master.

"How has Chunyang practiced?" Qiu Chuji asked, looking at his eldest disciple with gentle eyes.

"Reporting to my teacher, it's okay to enter the country." Su Jin's words are as good as gold.

"That's good, practice well." Qiu Chuji came to him and reached out to pat his shoulder: "Your Senior Brother Zhao's character is not suitable for being a chief teacher... Do you understand what I mean?"

Su Jin hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Master, I don't want to be the head teacher, and I don't want to deceive you. Anyway, there is still one year left, why don't you train a disciple who can take the lead again?"

Qiu Chuji was stunned. This was a reply he could never have imagined: "Can you tell me why you don't want to be the head teacher?"

"The disciple's heart has not been broken." Su Jin said.

"Is there someone I like?" Qiu Chuji pondered for a moment and suddenly asked.

Su Jin's expression froze on his face, and he almost flashed his waist: "Where is anyone I like..."

"Okay, Master understands." Qiu Chuji looked like a person who had experienced it and said with a smile: "You go down first, it's okay, anyway, the future is still long."

Su Jin: "..."

What’s the matter? Master Qiu, what are you talking about? Why can’t I understand what you mean?

He was fooled out of Wanshou Palace in a dizzy state. Su Jin looked back against the sunshine and suddenly felt that Comrade Lao Qiu might also be a person with a story...

After the evening of that day, the sun set, Su Jin carried a long steel sword on his back, and flew away like fallen leaves. He quietly left Chongyang Palace and came to the dense forest outside the ancient tomb.

"Miss Long, have you slept?" Su Jin asked naturally.

In the ancient tomb, a beautiful girl in white couldn't help but touch her forehead, and suddenly she felt a headache: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law."

"What's wrong with Miss?" Grandma Sun walked out of a stone door.

"The Taoist priest is here again now. I really don't know how to get along with him." Xiaolong Ju said sincerely.

"You're okay girl, I'll drive him away." Grandma Sun said, then set out to walk out of the ancient tomb.

"Grandma Sun, long time no see." Su Jin greeted with a smile outside Lin Zi.

I haven't seen a big-headed ghost for a long time. I've only seen it last night... Grandma Sun's tight face almost broke the effort, so she could only quietly pinch her thigh with her hands and maintain a cold expression with the help of the pain: "Little Taoist, I remember telling you the last time that this is the forbidden area of ​​your Quanzhen Sect."

Su Jin said: "I know, so didn't you go in?"

Grandma Sun was stunned, and then suddenly realized that this guy... really didn't enter the forest. As for the voice... can you say that the voice trespassed in forbidden areas?

Grandma Sun felt very tired and didn't want to pay attention to him: "It's big night, don't shout here, do you know? It will affect others' rest."

"Oh, then I'll come here tomorrow morning." Su Jin said.

Grandma Sun: “…”

What should I say?

"Little Taoist priest, what are you doing this for?" Xiaolongnu asked in the dense forest.

"Miss Long, I won't lie to you. I really experienced the dream of a god." Su Jin breathed a sigh of relief. Making friends is the same as negotiating business in many cases. You are not afraid that the other party will be wary of you at the beginning, nor that the other party will reject your initiative. What you fear most is to be ignored and ignored. As long as you can communicate, there are infinite possibilities.

"I can't believe this kind of thing." Xiaolongnu said.

"The god told me in my dream that your wish is to inherit the last wish of the ancestor's mother-in-law and defeat the Quanzhen Sect. I wonder if what I said is right or wrong?" Su Jin asked loudly.
Chapter completed!