Yang Yi knew that Xue Zixiao had not gone out to play since she came to Yuwumen. Maybe she learned her skill in playing mahjong from the river.
After listening to Yang Yi's question, the little girl said calmly: "I don't know how to fight."
Yang Yi heard the black lines all over his forehead.
The Griffin Beast went to participate in the Pet Spirit Competition. Needless to say, at this time, it was still dozing outside the attic. It had no idea that it had been entrusted with an important task by everyone in the Gomono Sect.
At the mobilization meeting, the sect leader confirmed to Furong the purpose of the competition to show off his style, elegance and spiritual jade.
Moreover, he gave the warmest encouragement and greetings to every member of the Omono Gate.
After the mobilization meeting was over, Yang Yi returned to his cabin.
Not long after, someone actually came looking for me.
When he saw the person coming, he was shocked.
"Elder of Baicaotang?" Yang Yi quickly stood up and stepped forward to salute.
Although Yang Yi had dealt with this elder several times, it was not very pleasant. After all, he was one of the four main elders of the Demon Slayer Pavilion, and he still had to have the proper etiquette.
"Um!"
After hearing this, the elder of Baicaotang just nodded slightly and responded.
Then he looked at Yang Yi for a while, until Yang Yi looked a little embarrassed, and then asked: "Did you refine the gourd high-grade Qingdan you gave Wang Haiqing yourself?"
After hearing this, Yang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was here for this matter.
Then he nodded and smiled: "Yes, that gourd elixir was used by me to practice. There are many flaws in it, but the last few are perfect."
"The refined elixir only needs to be effective, and it doesn't have much to do with whether it has any flaws." The elder of Baicaotang shook his head and said, "Have you ever refined elixirs before?"
"No." Yang Yi answered truthfully, "I'm just somewhat interested in it. But this time I have to thank the Autumn Sacrifice God for giving me the determination to make elixirs on my own."
"Then it only took you more than a month from the time you started to make alchemy to the time you refined the first high-grade green elixir?" the elder of Baicaotang asked casually after listening to Yang Yi's words.
"The time should be about the same." Yang Yi estimated and replied. In fact, this time is even shorter.
"I came to you today to ask you..." At this point, the elder of Baicao Hall paused and continued, "Do you want to come to Baicao Hall to be my direct disciple, and also my close disciple?"
After hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The sudden recruitment from the Magic Treasure Hall last time had greatly exceeded his expectations, but it did not shock him.
But this time the elder of Baicaotang came to offer him an olive branch, which really shocked Yang Yi again.
After all, he and Baicaotang had some hatred before.
The elder of Baicaotang saw his expression and knew what he was thinking, so he explained:
"I, Baicaotang, had some friction with your Royal Monument Sect before. Maybe you still have a grudge in your heart, but you have to know that friction between the same sects is really normal, and friction between the same sects is inevitable.
But in the face of real events, these frictions are not worth mentioning."
"I have also seen the green pills you refined. Your talent for alchemy is rare in my life. If you cannot get the best training, then you are just trying to get the best. I am confident that you will be the best in the Demon Slayer Pavilion."
Alchemist, no, maybe he is the best in the entire Tianyuan Continent."
"And I also know that my longevity is approaching. I hope that after I leave, there will be an alchemist in the Demon Slayer Pavilion who can take on the important role."
"Although I have six or seven direct disciples, none of them have reached that level yet, so I have been looking for a closed disciple for these years, but I never thought it would be you."
"As long as you agree to be my closed disciple, all the grudges between us will be wiped out, and I can bring everyone in the Baicao Hall to apologize to you."
What the elder of Baicaotang said was very sincere, and you could feel that he was speaking from the bottom of his heart, and Yang Yi could also feel that this old guy really wanted to accept him as a closed disciple.
Compared with leaving a top alchemist for the Demon Slayer Pavilion, the conflicts between them before were really nothing.
"Thank you to the elders of Baicao Hall for showing great love to me. This disciple is very scared." Yang Yi said, "If the Demon Slayer Pavilion needs it, then I will naturally learn more about alchemy, but there is no need to be your Baicao Hall."
The identity of a direct disciple."
"I can stay in the Gomono Gate, but can I also go to Baicao Hall to become a deacon disciple?"
"Don't you want to change your master?"
The elder of Baicaotang asked with a frown.
Although he wasn't too surprised to hear this answer, it seemed to make him very strange.
"Your master is Xiang Furong."
…
The autumn air is crisp and the breeze is blowing.
The ten-year annual meeting of the Demon Slayer Pavilion was held as scheduled in the golden autumn of September.
The Omonomen team is composed of three humanoid creatures and a golden-haired griffin beast. They are walking towards this side with majestic steps.
"Yang Yi, why are there so many people?" Xue Zixiao stood behind the team and nervously pulled on Yang Yi's clothes.
This little guy has never seen such a big scene since he went up the mountain. It is inevitable that he will be a little nervous and timid when he sees it for the first time.
Not to mention that she had never seen him before, even Yang Yi himself had never seen him before. However, he was relatively calm and comforted him softly:
"You can just stand there quietly. The number of people in our Omonomen is relatively small. If you don't come, Master will come on stage to speak, and I will be the only one left on stage. How can that be okay?"
In the large square of Qingtian Peak, the disciples of the Demon Slayer Pavilion lined up in dozens of lines under the leadership of their respective sect masters.
Some teams have hundreds of people, and they are so powerful that they directly crush the people around them in terms of momentum.
Some teams only have two or three, and they still need monsters to join them to support the scene.
A high platform had already been set up in the square, and all the senior officials of the Demon Slaying Pavilion, headed by the four major town pavilion elders, were sitting on it.
In addition to them, there were guests from ten sects of the seventh level, as well as guests from the Tianyuan Dynasty who were also watching the ceremony.
The Demon Slayer Pavilion Summit that takes place once every ten years is a major event passed down from the Demon Slayer Pavilion thousands of years ago.
It is also customary for seven sects and ten sects to come to watch the summit.
This will not only give the Demon Slayer Pavilion face, but also take this opportunity to see the capabilities of the new generation of the Demon Slayer Pavilion.
The people from the seven sects and ten sects who come to watch the ceremony often have some status, so they can represent their sects.
If young people also have such interest, they can also follow their elders.
Yang Yi looked towards the high platform and saw several familiar figures.
There was a very burly man with explosive muscles on the other side of the Dongxuan Gate. That was Zhang Huosong, who had previously told him that he would come to the Demon Slayer Pavilion Summit to observe the ceremony. There seemed to be a woman next to him that Yang Yi didn't recognize.
Zhang Huosong didn't care about his image and position at this time. When he saw Yang Yi looking at him again, he kept waving his arms towards him.
The muscles on the arms were so strong that when he waved his hands, he looked like a gorilla.
Seeing that the girl next to him must not be the one he likes, Yang Yi secretly guessed in his heart.
There is a white-haired girl over there in the Three Jue Valley, and that person is naturally Baguio.
Over at Baoguang Temple, there is a bald man with a grin showing big white teeth. That is Monk Miechen.
These two old friends have not seen each other for a while since they broke up in the Ancient Dragon Cave Secret Realm last time. This time they can take this opportunity to get together.
On the other side of Tianyin Shrine is a lonely Luo Shifeng, whom he has met before. As the messenger of Tianyin Shrine of this generation walking in the world, it is up to him to show his face like this.
Yang Yi glanced at the high platform and saw a few familiar people, but he quickly looked back because everyone on the high platform in front of him stood up.
Then a figure floated over.
This is a middle-aged man who looks to be about 40 years old. He has deep eyes, a jade face and a long beard. He looks quite handsome.
There was nothing strange about him just standing there, but from the moment he appeared, he immediately became the focus of the audience, and everyone present couldn't help but look at him.
Although most of the disciples of the Demon Slaying Pavilion did not know this person, it was not difficult to guess his identity from the respectful attitude of the four major town pavilion elders towards him.
He is the owner of the contemporary pavilion of the Zhenyao Pavilion-Qing Yizi.