The disciples at Tianlin Peak, as well as Feng Ziyu and Feng Ziling were all shocked.
Ordinary people clinked glasses with the Holy King, hunched over and raising the glass with both hands, wishing that the glass would be lowered to the bottom of the Holy King's cup.
But the current scene shocked them beyond measure.
Not only was Si Xueyi's wine glass not lowered, but the rim of Feng Yuan Shengjun's glass was lowered to the bottom of Si Xueyi's wine glass.
This...this...
Senior Brother Tianlinfeng looked at this scene, his heart was filled with emotions, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
“Good wine.”
Feng Yuan Shengjun's magnanimity did not diminish, he smiled and said: "I... I just came back from Frost and Thunder Courtyard, but unfortunately I couldn't see the first saint. I brought the juniors of the Feng family to apologize to the first saint, this bastard
I contradicted my nephew during the championship battle, and I have been feeling guilty. I want to find an opportunity to apologize to you in person."
Feng Ziling opened her mouth and said in her heart, I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.
"come over!"
But he couldn't help but Feng Yuan Shengjun grabbed him and said in a deep voice: "Give a toast to the first saint."
Feng Ziling had no choice but to raise a glass with both hands and apologize to Si Xueyi.
When Si Xueyi heard this, he looked at Feng Yuan Shengjun's pale face and the injuries on his body, and he had a rough idea.
It seems that all the pitfalls that Venerable Xuan Ming has not stepped on have been stepped on by Feng Yuan Sage.
Bai Lixuan really wasn't bragging, the spiritual array he arranged could indeed cure the Holy Lord.
Si Xueyi wanted to stop here and said with a smile: "I have forgotten such trivial matters a long time ago. It is normal for young people to be a little more energetic. We can't make a deal without fighting."
Feng Yuan Shengjun was now quite embarrassed. He looked at the gazes of the monks around him and did not want to stay here any longer.
Then he cupped his hands and said, "It's too late today, so I'll leave first. Remember to come to Xiaoyun Court to walk around more some other time."
Si Xueyi returned the gift and said with a smile: "I will definitely do it next time."
Before leaving, Feng Ziyu glanced at Si Xueyi, with deep doubts in his eyes.
What happened?
Saint Lord Feng Yuan, who had promised Si Xueyi to worship him like a god before, actually toasted Si Xueyi.
Si Xueyi watched the group of people leave with a mocking look on his face.
This Fengyuan Saint is so arrogant at the front and respectful at the back, it is really funny.
"Senior Brother Song."
Si Xueyi held the Qilin Jade Pendant and said to Song Ran: "After registering the names, will the Holy Lord summon his saints?"
Song Ran said: "Generally, we will meet him at least once. If we are close to each other and accept him as his direct disciple, he will get the true disciple later."
Si Xueyi's heart moved and she asked: "How long?"
Song Ran knew what he was thinking and said with a smile: "Three days later, but the first one is hard to say. I can't be 100% sure."
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "Understood."
After saying hello to the junior brothers and thanking him again, Si Xueyi finally returned to Frost and Thunder Courtyard.
He learned the truth from Bai Lixuan and couldn't help but smile.
No wonder he is so respectful, he was really right.
"There are many secrets in the Frost and Thunder Academy. There is no guarantee that the Holy Lord will not discover anything when he comes, so we must prohibit the Holy Lord from coming, except for what you allow."
Bai Lixuan explained the reason for his action.
Si Xueyi said: "No need to explain, you did a good job. He doesn't even say hello, he just comes when he wants. You have to teach him a lesson to let him know how powerful he is."
"Okay, I'll go to the medicine field."
Bai Lixuan was very interested in the elixir he planted and left after a short time.
"Three days left."
Si Xueyi looked at the Qilin Jade Pendant, feeling excited and anxious, wishing that it would be three days later.
"Practice, time will pass faster this way."
Si Xueyi cleared his mind, came to the training room, sat down on the futon, and started the Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Technique.
Wow!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth turned into beams of light, which were continuously injected into Si Xueyi's body, and the dragon lotus in Zifu bloomed accordingly.
The three petals of the Dark Prison Dragon Lotus greedily devoured spiritual energy from all directions.
Although a lot of spiritual energy is consumed, the cultivation level is also improved very quickly, but the number of petals increases very slowly.
"You still have to use the Holy Dragon Pill, but there's no rush for this."
Si Xueyi muttered in his heart that most of the Holy Dragon Pill that Bai Lixuan helped him refine before was not used.
Three days passed in a flash.
Si Xueyi opened his eyes when the sky was slightly bright. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling refreshed and energetic.
After briefly washing up, Si Xueyi came to Bishui Residence where Duanmu Xi and his two daughters lived.
They had finished dressing up and were preparing to go out to visit the Holy King.
After Si Xueyi was named by the leader that day, the other saints no longer had any scruples and sent out requests to the two girls to accept them as disciples.
In the end, they chose a neutral old sage.
Duanmuxi said: "Senior brother, has the First Master informed you?"
Si Xueyi felt something was wrong and asked, "Do you want to be notified?"
Hong Yao said: "You want it... Qingyang Shengjun told us at that time that he would guide us in our practice today."
Si Xueyi said: "No one really informed me."
"Is Senior Brother Xueyi here? Saint Lord Yanmiao of Longyuan Pavilion is here."
Duanmuxi winked at Si Xueyi and said with a smile: "Senior brother, are you happy? Isn't it just here?"
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "I'm not unhappy."
"Hmph, just pretend, Hongyao, let's go."
Duanmuxi was actually afraid that his senior brother would be lost if no one informed him. Now that he saw the arrival of the Holy Lord of Longyuan Pavilion, his worries were relieved.
"Brother Xueyi, let's go!"
After the two girls left, Si Xueyi saw the misty sage.
The first time he saw him, he was extremely surprised. He was wearing a pink dress and a wreath on his head. He was fresh and elegant, without any dust.
Si Xueyi woke up quickly and saluted, "I have met the Holy Lord."
He was a little rude, but Holy Lord Yanmiao didn't mind. Instead, he smiled and said: "You are such a handsome boy. Three days ago, I felt that you were extraordinary when I looked at you from a distance. But now, when I look at you up close, you are even more beautiful than before.
.”
She doesn't look like a saint, but like an innocent and romantic girl.
Si Xueyi could feel that the other party was just complimenting her and had no other meaning.
"The Holy Lord is joking."
Si Xueyi said modestly and couldn't help but look behind again.
There was no one else there, and he couldn't help but show a look of disappointment on his face.
Yan Miao smiled and said: "The first one has not seen anyone else for many years, but don't mind. The first one has not forgotten you. I am here today to take you to the Longyuan Treasure House to select the secret treasure."
Si Xueyi quickly said: "I didn't, I was looking at Senior Brother Song, he seemed..."
Holy Lord Yanmiao laughed softly and said: "It's okay, I can understand your mood, but don't be anxious..."
She thought about it for a moment and then said carefully: "The boss is different from what you think. Not meeting him may not be a bad thing."
Si Xueyi was confused and didn't understand what he meant.
"You'd better find out for yourself, I'll take you to Longyuan Treasure House."
Yan Miao smiled, then pulled Si Xueyi's shoulders and jumped into the air. She turned back and looked at Shuanglei Courtyard again.
She thought to herself, no wonder she always felt uncomfortable, the spiritual formation of Frost and Thunder Academy was so mysterious.
She looked at Si Xueyi again. This young man might have a lot of secrets, and he should really be from a hidden family.
Si Xueyi asked: "Holy Lord, is the leader also good at music?"
"Not good at it. I've been scouting around the leader for a hundred years and I've never seen her play an instrument."
Holy Lord Yanmiao said truthfully: "And as we all know, the first one is a rare calligraphy saint in the world. He entered Taoism through calligraphy and became one of the top ten saints in the world today."
Si Xueyi's complexion changed slightly and her heart sank.
Shouldn't this be right?
With Yue Bingyun's musical attainments, nine hundred years have passed, and he should have reached the imperial realm long ago.
But this is not the key. There will always be opportunities to become an emperor, and it is normal to be stuck at the peak of the holy realm.
But I have never seen what happened?
Saint Lord Yanmiao said: "But the fact that the first one remembered you in his name may really have something to do with the music. The former leader Gu Xingchen was very concerned about it. He died in the Holy Legend Ceremony, so the first one may have remembered you.
"
Si Xueyi smiled sarcastically and did not answer.
In other words, Qiu Yuebai didn’t recognize me in that song?
What am I thinking? I’m still not sure that the first one is Yue Dangjia.
Si Xueyi's thoughts were slightly confused. When he arrived at the Longyuan Treasure House, he had not come back to his senses, and his expression was changing.
After Yanmiao landed, she said: "Come in with me. This Longyuan treasure house contains many important treasures of the Holy Court. There must be something that will make your heart beat."
Si Xueyi said: "I, I won't go in. Please help me choose a good one, Holy Lord."
Yan Miao blinked and looked at Si Xueyi, wondering if she had heard wrong.
"It's really strange. This is the first time someone is not interested in Longyuan Treasure House. Okay, whatever you want, my sister can help you choose one."
Seeing that Si Xueyi was really good-looking, Holy Lord Yanmiao forgave him.
Si Xueyi thought for a moment and said, "I want a sword, a sword better than Qingshuang."
"Qingshuang?"
Saint Lord Yanmiao thought about it and said, "That is an imitation of a mythical holy weapon. You handed it over from a disciple of the Bai family at the Holy Legend Ceremony. Okay, it's not a big problem."
After Si Xueyi watched the other party go in, he sat casually on the big rock in front of the treasure house.
He took out the unicorn jade pendant, his expression changed, as if he didn't mean much to find your token.
"That voice should be Master Yue himself. As long as I meet him, I can be 100% sure."
"Why did you abandon music and choose to become a saint through books?"
"What have you experienced in these nine hundred years?"
Si Xueyi suddenly felt a little distressed. Even though he was still not completely sure that the first person was Master Yue, he still felt sorry for her.
Yue Bingyun loves music from the bottom of her heart. If she doesn't play the piano for a day, she will lose a lot of energy and energy.
But once she touched the strings, the brightness and love burst out in her eyes. Si Xueyi still remembers the kindness to this day.
"What are you thinking about? So absorbed!"
Si Xueyi was awakened by a crisp sound, but Saint Lord Yanmiao came out at some point.
Before he could answer, Holy Lord Yanmiao smiled and said: "No matter what you are thinking, take a look at this sword first. My sister specially chose it for you."
Si Xueyi looked over and saw an unsheathed silver sword sent over by Holy Lord Yanmiao.
The scabbard has simple patterns and looks extremely exquisite.
"This is an imitation of the mythical holy weapon Immortal Burial Sword. It is definitely several levels stronger than the Blue Frost Sword. When you reach the heavenly throne, you will have the opportunity to promote this sword to a holy weapon."
Holy Lord Yanmiao smiled and said: "Master Kuiyang made it, and there are only a few in the world."