The middle-aged scribe entered the hall, glanced at Qin Guan's table, and said, "The evil spirit is the strongest here." Then, his eyes fixed on Qin Guan.

Huh!

The middle-aged scribe looked at Qin Guan carefully and was slightly surprised to find that this young man actually cultivated Yuqing Sword Qi.

"The Yuqing Sword Art that I have practiced has reached the sixth level of Qi refining. I don't know which disciple he is. Why haven't I seen him? And this person actually has official aura and civility in him. It's really strange. Why don't I

I know there is a disciple like this on the mountain, if there is one, I will definitely know about it."

"Well, there are injuries on my body. I have fought with others before."

"There are also tracking marks left by monsters. It seems that this nephew is in trouble."

Since this disciple is in danger, it is even more important to help. The middle-aged scribe walked to Qin Guan's table, sat down carelessly, picked up the wine bottle at Qin Guan's hand, and poured himself a glass.

I drank the wine in one gulp, then picked up the chopsticks and started eating the food.

When Qin watched a middle-aged scribe come and sit down, he was stunned for a moment. He was about to speak, but what the middle-aged scribe did next surprised him even more.

If you don't care about drinking and eating food, is this like eating a king's meal?

But looking at this man, he looked dignified and neatly dressed. He didn't look like a gangster, but more like a scholar. Qin Guan suppressed his thoughts and asked, "I don't know about this brother?"

The middle-aged man looked at him and asked, "You don't know me?"

Qin Guan was stunned again. He knew who you were. He shook his head and said, "I don't know you."

"Whose disciple are you?" the middle-aged scribe asked.

"I have no family or sect, and am a loose cultivator. My surname is Qin, my name is Guan, and my courtesy name is Shaoyou. I don't know how to call my brother," Qin Guan replied.

Now it was the middle-aged scribe's turn to be stunned.

The middle-aged scribe frowned and looked at Qin Guan, with a solemn look in his eyes, and asked: "Are you a casual cultivator? Then how do you know the Yuqing Sword Jue?"

Qin Guan only felt that there was a faint coercion coming from the middle-aged scribe. Although it was not sharp, it was huge, which made Qin Guan feel frightened. More importantly, Qin Guan felt a familiar feeling from the coercion on this man.

The sword intention.

Qin Guan knew that he had met an expert, and he was able to call out the Yuqing Sword Jue he had practiced, so he thought he had found out his roots.

He was afraid of causing misunderstanding and did not dare to be negligent. He quickly explained: "I bought the exercises at the market and practiced them by myself."

Buy the exercises!

The middle-aged scribe suddenly thought of something, and then his face showed an inexplicable smell.

"Is it Zixiafang City?" the middle-aged scribe asked.

"Yes." Qin Guan replied.

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, "What a coincidence."

He looked at Qin Guan carefully again, looked at Qin up and down, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever studied to obtain a meritorious degree?"

"I obtained the title of Juren two years ago." Qin Guan replied.

"The merits of the Juren" muttered the middle-aged scribe, as if he was lost in memories, and said: "I also obtained the merits of the Juren back then, and it has been almost two hundred years ago."

Qin Guan was shocked when he heard this.

You must know that human monks and monsters practice differently. Monsters live for a long time, and it is very common to practice immortality for thousands of years. However, the life span of human beings in the foundation period is only three hundred years. The man in front of him has lived for more than two hundred years. He is not a strong golden elixir, but also a foundation builder.

A mighty man with perfect foundation.

Qin Guan did not dare to be negligent and quickly saluted and said: "It turns out to be a senior. Qin Guan has met the senior and did not dare to ask for his name."

"Haha," the scribe smiled lightly and said, "My name is Mo Chenggui." He looked Qin Guan up and down again and asked, "How long did it take for you to obtain the Yuqing Sword Art and practice it to the sixth level of Qi training?"

"I dare not hide it from you, senior, for about a year and a half." Qin Guan replied.

Mo Chenggui was stunned for a moment, looked at Qin Guan with admiration in his eyes, and nodded. He had been practicing to the sixth level of Qi training for a year and a half. This speed was already very fast, and he was even better than those disciples with better qualifications on the mountain.

"Do you have other teachers?" Mo Chenggui suddenly asked.

Upon hearing these words, Qin Guan's heart began to beat loudly.

"No, this junior has never been able to meet the fate of immortality." Qin Guan said.

Mo Chenggui waved his hand, and suddenly the surrounding scenery came to a halt, and the people around him seemed to be isolated from a certain barrier.

"Let me ask you, where did you get this injury?" Mo Chenggui asked.

"Senior, this junior came out of Zixiafang City and was about to go home to see his parents, but he was robbed one after another. First, there was a group of fish monsters, which I killed with two girls. After arriving at Shuozhou City, a group of fish monsters suddenly came.

The big python demon calls himself an ancestor, and then forces the junior to hand over the spiritual weapon. If the junior doesn't obey, the monster will kill me, and the junior will be injured." Qin Guan roughly told what happened.

Mo Chenggui nodded and asked doubtfully: "You have a spiritual weapon on you."

"This junior once had a strange encounter and obtained a spiritual weapon, so he knew about cultivating immortals, so he began to look for immortality, and later he came to Zixiafang City." Qin Guandao.

Mo Chenggui didn't ask what Qin Guan's spiritual weapon was. Instead, he felt a little happy. He looked at Qin Guan and asked very solemnly: "I was born in Shushan Sword Sect and guarded the gate of Yujingfeng Mountain. Let me ask you

, are you willing to worship me as your teacher."

"Junior is willing." Qin Guan was pleasantly surprised.

Qin Guan was not willing to miss such a rare opportunity. He immediately stood up and kowtowed three times to Mo Chenggui, who did not stop him.

"Okay, there are no rules in our sect. If you kowtow too much, you will be officially admitted." Mo Chenggui said.

"Actually speaking, you and I are destined to be together. I was the one who sold the Yuqing Sword Technique in your hand. At that time, because I was short of spiritual stones and in urgent need of a batch of materials, I had no choice but to sell the technique.

The skills were taken away by you, and today you and I meet here again. I think this is also the fate of you and me, and it is also a good way to keep the sect's skills intact."

After speaking, he looked at Qin Guan and found that Qin Guan was looking at him with a smile on his face. Mo Chenggui seemed to have remembered something. He stretched out his hand and found a jade tablet in his hand. After inputting a little magic power, he handed it to Qin Guan and said: "This

It is the Shanmen’s identity token. I have already entered your information. I can show it when I meet my fellow Shushan disciples in the future to avoid misunderstandings.”

Qin Guan happily took it, still looking at Mo Chenggui with burning eyes.

"What else do you want to do as a teacher?"

Qin Guan chuckled and said: "Master, when a disciple starts, shouldn't he be given one or two spiritual weapons or something?"

Mo Chenggui was stunned, then reached out and hit Qin Guan on the head, "There are one or two spiritual weapons as well. I only have one spiritual weapon on my body. That is my natal magic sword 'Mo Shou Jian'. What, you

Do you still want to take away the master's sword?"

Qin Guan's face fell, this master is really poor.
Chapter completed!