A group of people came to Xiuyun Peak, and Hu Minglie and others went to Yuming Palace to select martial arts and techniques. This was a reward for the meritorious disciples who returned from the spiritual realm. Qiu Yu led him down to the registration site under Meng Xinran and saw the disciple named Hao Yun in the house on the west side of the hall.

The interior is spacious and tidy, with wooden cabinets on the east walls, just like an archive room on the earth. Hao Yun is in his thirties and looks pretty like a scholar. He sits on the chair next to the table and is meditating, looking very thoughtful.

Meng Xinran whispered: "Uncle Hao, what are you thinking?"

All disciples of Songyun Sect know that Hao Yun likes to think. If he is disturbed by others, he will be angry, but it is a different matter to the beauty and should be said to be forgiven.

Hao Yun turned his head and looked at it. He found that it was a little girl as beautiful as a porcelain doll, so he didn't have a temper and said with a smile: "So it's you girl, why? Is there anything wrong with coming here?"

Meng Xinran said: "Oh, I'll bring someone here to register."

Hao Yun glanced at him and saw a 17 or 18-year-old boy, but he didn't take it seriously. Seeing that the other party was just looking over and there was no intention of giving him a greeting, he couldn't help but feel angry and scolded, "What's going on? I don't know how to show my uncle's tribute. I'm really uneducated."

As the direct disciple of the head, this guy feels very superior. Although he is not very strong and has a strong temper, he is so respectful that he has to come to register. It is not guaranteed to depend on his expression.

Meng Xinran was shocked, "Ah...no..."

Qiu Yu waved his hand to stop the little girl, and was not angry, and said with a smile: "Realistically speaking, I should be your uncle, right?"

"What?" Hao Yun was furious and stood up suddenly, saying with annoyance: "Dare to be unreasonable to me. Who is your master? I want to see who taught the bad disciple."

Qiu Yu said calmly: "My master is Li Zhenting..."

Hao Yun was stunned and stuttered: "What did you say... Master Li is your master?"

Meng Xinran rushed to say, "That's right, he is the disciple whom the master accepted yesterday and still holds the Songyun Order."

Thinking of Master Li's violent temper, Hao Yun felt his scalp numb and sweat beads oozing from his forehead. He looked at the boy in front of him with admiration and kept apologizing, "I really don't recognize Uncle Master. Please don't remember the villain's mistakes. Don't keep it in mind. It's all my fault. Uncle Master must not argue with me..."

Anyway, there are these people everywhere, Qiu Yu is not surprised, so there is no need to pursue them anymore. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I didn't know him before. Just know who I am now. Master asked me to come and register. Let's start now."

"Uncle Master is so generous, and I admire him so much."

Hao Yun let out a long sigh, his attitude changed drastically compared to before. He diligently opened the registration book, asked the name of the junior teacher, and wrote two delicate small characters on the booklet with a wolf pen, "Qiuyu," and then filled in with age. When he heard that the other party was only seventeen years old, he praised him, "Uncle Master is really young and promising..."

After a while, with Meng Xinran's company, Qiu Yu walked out of the house. There were some things in his storage bag, including a blue robe with the Songyun Gate logo, a green steel sword, and a bottle of spiritual support.

Originally, the first-grade elixirs were awarded to the new disciples, but Qiu Yu was too senior, so Hao Yun had a special case to exchange a bottle of second-grade elixirs to please him, so as not to worry about the previous matter. What he feared most was that Li Zhenting knew about this and came to settle the score with him.

At present, Qiu Yu is in the early stage of the Zhifu Mansion. This bottle of second-grade elixir that can increase his skills is basically useless to him, so he gave it to the little girl who is like a porcelain doll around him.

The helping pill was used for Meng Xinran. After taking it, she was really grateful and whispered: "Master Qiu, you are so nice. Not only did you not blame me, but you also gave me many precious items. Although I don't have any skills, you will be able to help you in the future. I will never refuse to go up the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire."

Qiu Yu smiled and said, "You're welcome. We are about the same age, so don't treat me as an elder. I won't be able to do that, just be a friend."

This uncle of the master is indeed approachable, which makes the little girl feel a sense of affinity. She is not as reserved as she is in front of other elders. She sticks out her tongue and smiles: "I don't dare..."

"Then you go and do your business. I'll leave first, we'll have a date later."

As the little girl watched, Qiu Yu left. As her cultivation level continued to improve, she became quite stylish, making Meng Xinran smile on her pretty face. What a young uncle!

"Hey, stop looking, your eyes are about to fall out." With a naughty joke, the round-faced girl Yu Li appeared beside her.

A blush appeared on his fair and jade-like face. Meng Xinran acted as a shame to attack and said hatefully: "What did the dead girl say? Is itchy?"

The two are of the same age as sisters and are best friends. Yu Li smiled and avoided a little, and said angrily: "Who told Master Qiu to be so kind to you? He gave me swords and pills, but I didn't even give me a single hair."

The last sentence made Meng Xinran think too much, "Ah... you shameless girl, you still say such words, are you ashamed?"

"What did I say?" Yu Li was surprised at first, then she reacted, blushed and smiled, "Bah, don't want that thing..." The girl had a bit of a tough personality and joked, "Maybe he hasn't grown up yet..."

The words with profound meanings were expressed, and the two girls were so happy that they were so happy that they were surging. The peaks and mountains were surging, which made the disciples passing by look at him, and they didn't know why they were so happy.

It’s a pity that Qiu Yu has left and has not heard the conversation between the two girls. Otherwise, with his personality, he would inevitably be angry. He probably would find a place where no one can be verified.

Now Qiu Yu is returning to Shenyu Peak with ease. After registering it, he officially became a disciple of Songyun Sect. He has a high seniority and is actually at the level of junior brother of the head. He is really different from the strong men in the sect and Fengming Valley at that time.

A few days later, Qiu Yu practiced alone in the peak, either sitting cross-legged on the huge rock on the top of the mountain, or jumping and moving in the forest to practice martial arts, and practiced hard without delay. Master Li Zhenting seemed to be missing and never appeared. Qiu Yu was the only one in the huge mountain.

Time passed, and more than a month passed. Li Zhenting finally returned on the evening of this day and appeared in the cave. He brought back the fifth-grade weapon made by Ice Skyhorn and Fire-Devouring Beast Fang, and the Ice Fire Cloud Sword.

The sword is three feet and six inches long and has a simple appearance. The sword sheath is made of the leather of the martial arts monster, the sword is dark and has irregular dark patterns. After the sword is pulled out, red and white light shines in the cave. The outer blade is pure white and crystal clear like ice. There is red flame burning inside, which is gorgeous, which makes Qiuyu dazzled and sighed in his heart. What a sharp blade of magic weapons.
Chapter completed!