"If you don't accept it, I'll ask for it." Zheng Feixian, who was drinking tea leisurely, suddenly spoke a shocking statement. The girl standing beside her was shocked and said, "Master! How can such a despicable and dirty person join this sect!"

Bu Jingxian, who was kneeling, did not react much when he heard this. He had known that this girl and the two senior brothers had different backgrounds, and it was normal to look at him with a noble and contemptuous look. A kind-hearted rich man does not mean that he does not have the class consciousness of equality, no matter how poor people are, they will still regard slaves as lowly.

Their alms naturally carry a sense of gift that is high and superior.

The old man Beiling laughed and said, "You know that I am a human being, how can you speak without trust? But it is really difficult to deal with the difficulties... It would be better to do this. I will give you a chance. There are seven kinds of martial arts in the sect. All disciples of this sect will wear different black iron waist cards that they have learned. Now you can choose them yourself. Even if you choose the Divine Arts and the King Arts, you will still give them all your money and you don't have to swear to serve the two senior brothers in front of you in the future."

Bu Jingxian thought about it and could only nod and agreed. He only hoped that fate would not make trouble for him.

Ling Luo took the seven waist cards, and they all spread them out in front of Bu Jingxian.

When he let go, he looked to the second side of the left, and when he saw Bu Jingxian noticed, he retreated to the old man Beiling.

"You choose!"

Bu Jingxian looked at the seven-sided black iron waist card that looked like on the back.

He could see Ling Luo's eyes clearly, but hesitated and didn't know whether to believe it. At this time, he had already roughly understood the profound meaning behind the rules of the Beiling Sect. Various martial arts were not allowed to be learned from each other. The two martial arts were divided into two branches. Ling Luo and Chu Gaoge were the leaders of these two branches in the future. It would be that others learned martial arts and caused conflicts of interests and killing each other, so they established this sect rule.

How could Ling Luo like him to learn the magic trick? They only met for one time... Bu Jingxian therefore decided to ignore the waist card that Ling Luo signaled, and imagine that the magic trick must be not.

He hesitated, but no one urged him.

Zheng Feixian, who was drinking hot tea, kept staring at him, as if he was very concerned about the choice that determined Bu Jingxian's fate.

Bu Jingxian thought for a long time and could not imagine it. He had no clues to speculate except for the second waist card. He knew that he had a relationship with fate. He was walking back and forth on the back of the six-sided sign, and was unable to make up his mind for a long time. Unconsciously, he was sweating and breathing rapidly.

However, it is not a solution to hesitate like this.

Bu Jingxian finally chose the seventh side from left to right, taking the seventh number, hoping that the seventh number that meets July will bring him good luck.

He held the sign and flipped it slowly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the front of the sign, and they clearly saw a red word "soul".

He took a mysterious soul-shaped waist card!

Bu Jingxian's face was pale and lowered his head and face in pain.

"Ling Luo, put away the sign."

The old man Beiling gave indifferent instructions. Ling Luo hurriedly walked over quickly, picked up each other and put them in his hand. The other five sides were in reverse and did not allow anyone to see the words on the front. When he received the second sign, he flipped it up and gave in to Jingxian to see the words on it clearly.

Bu Jingxian, who was originally as stupid as a wooden chicken, saw clearly the word "Shen" on the front of the sign, and felt that when his chest was as if he had been hit, he felt that Ling Luo's calm and unfury gaze was burning.

Yes, his intelligence is just mistaken for his intelligence. He judges a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Ling Luo's hint is full of kindness, and the sign that implies is the magic trick.

He missed the opportunity, and just like yesterday's rejection of kind help from Zheng Feixian, he missed himself!

"Start immediately, you will officially become the third disciple of the Beiling Sect. Ling Luo is your senior brother, and Chu Gaoge is your second senior brother. This sect does not take too many etiquettes, and you can pay tribute to the Divine Soul Sect."

Bu Jingxian slightly retracted his mind, raised his palm and pressed his forehead seriously, and bowed slightly to see him. Ling Luo and Chu Gaoge agreed separately, hoping that he didn't have to be too polite.

At this time, Bu Jingxian remembered July and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed again, begging his master to take July in.

Unexpectedly, the old man Beiling had not answered yet, and Zheng Feixian was already rushing to say, "Your master has left you as an exception, how can you charge another July? Do you know what the price the nobles of all countries in the world are willing to pay to seek to worship under the Beiling Sect? A registered disciple costs a thousand taels of gold a year, while a Guisai disciple who lives on the top of the mountain is priced at 3,000 taels of gold a year! As for your master who carefully teaches his skills every day, he needs tens of gold a year!"

Bu Jingxian had never heard of someone selling martial arts skills like this, and even offered such incredible sky-high prices! Where did he and July have the money to pay tuition? They didn't even have a penny! However, he would never leave July. Thinking of her appetite, the hardships along the way, and the hopes and promises he gave, he decided that if she couldn't stay, he would leave.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Feixian said after saying something, "But I don't have such rules. I'm sure this child is very fond of it. In the future, she will take me as a teacher to learn from you."

The old man Beiling laughed and said, "Little girl, why don't you pay homage to Master?"

Qiuyue was quite at a loss. She hoped to be with Bu Jingxian and had a good impression of Zheng Feixian, knowing that she could not keep this Beiling Mountain at all. She couldn't help but look at Bu Jingxian, hoping that he could help him get an idea. But he didn't even know who Zheng Feixian was, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad. How could he make a decision?

Many Wuzong specializes in doing some sinister business, and the old man Beiling's behavior made him feel doubtful. It is really unpredictable how well a person who is familiar with the old man Beiling is.

Everyone saw his hesitation, and the old man Beiling couldn't help but say seriously, "Is there anyone who refuses to accept the apprentice of the Feixian Sect?

Bu Jingxian was shocked and hurriedly turned his eyes to Qiyue. The latter reacted and ran to Zheng Feixian and kowtowed, kowtowing like a look, calling his master.

Zheng Feixian was very happy and asked her to get up and talk, saying the name of the girl who came with her all the way, Zheng Linran. He asked July to call it Senior Sister Yiyue. Feixian Sect was divided into four seasons and 12 moon halls, and all the elders in the four seasons were in charge of the elders. The following December was composed of the disciples of the Return Sect, including the July Hall, so Zheng Feixian liked the name of the new disciple. The disciples in the sect usually had separate halls. When they met, they all reported their belongings and the year and month of the sect that they had no names and names. They were arranged in the order of entry into the sect like the Northern Ling Sect.

Seeing that Qiyue called out to his senior sister, Zheng Linran was not willing to pay attention to it, so he walked away in disgust. Seeing that his master was grim and glaring, he couldn't help but resist the grievance and agreed to his junior sister, and he stopped looking at Qiyue.

Zheng Feixian knew that Zheng Linran was born in the palace and left the palace for the first time this time. Although she was curious about the outside world and had the usual superiority, she would never look down on a wandering child like July, and she would not force her to do anything. She turned to Bu Jingxian and said, "Do you know this sect?"

"I'm afraid only deaf people and nerds who are dedicated to reading sages do not know the name of Feixian Sect."

Bu Jingxian's serious answer made Zheng Feixian chuckled and asked again, "Since that's the case, why are you willing to let July join this sect? Aren't you afraid that it will be an obstacle to your revenge in the future?"

When everyone thought about how Bu Jingxian would answer, he saw his divine face calmly saying, "The destruction of the Divine Soul Sect is not a private grudge, a family grudge, or a clan insult!"

"Okay--!" Zheng Feixian cheered without hesitation. "I hope you will have the ability to withstand the insults of this tribe in the future."
Chapter completed!