Lu Qingyun said awkwardly: "When did I agree?"
Jingxuan's eyes showed slyly, "Aren't you smiling?"
Lu Qingyun. . . . . .
"Senior Brother Lu, my niece is very talented, and many sects are rushing to recruit her."
Jingxuan spoke of her niece with pride in her expression.
Lu Qingyun didn't quite believe it. It was probably that the sects rushing to take in her niece were interested in their family's financial resources.
"How old is your niece?"
"Shixi, she is now a third-grade warrior. If the teacher who taught her had not had limited abilities, her cultivation would have been even higher."
Jingxuan only reached the second-grade warrior realm at the age of thirty, and his qualifications are definitely not comparable to those of his niece. If he can become a disciple of Lu Qingyun and receive the guidance of a grandmaster, his future achievements will be limitless.
In addition, Lu Qingyun is a third-generation direct disciple of the Wudang Sect and the younger brother of Zhang Wuji's Mingjiao, so his uncle's business is even more secure.
"That talent is pretty good."
Even in Wudang, it is considered good for an ordinary disciple to reach the realm of a third-grade warrior at the age of ten.
But to be his apprentice, this qualification is not very good.
A smile appeared on Jingxuan's face. She was very happy to be recognized, and she felt more confident that her niece would become a disciple of Lu Qingyun.
"Senior Brother Lu, my niece's family has arrived in Emei, why don't you go and meet them?"
Lu Qingyun pointed his finger and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Jingxuan, who is usually honest and honest, would also play tricks."
Jingxuan lowered his head in embarrassment, but it was worth playing a little trick for his niece.
"Let's go and have a look."
I have nothing to do, so I went to see how talented Jingxuan's niece is.
If her talent is really good, then accept her into Emei.
Jingxuan was overjoyed and hurriedly took Lu Qingyun to the small courtyard where Emei's family members were visiting.
Lu Qingyun had just stepped into the courtyard when he heard the girl's crisp words coming from inside.
"Then Lu Qingyun is really that powerful, with a higher level of cultivation than the leaders of Qingcheng Sect and Diancang Sect?"
"Shuyu, please keep your voice down. Dad has heard privately that the head of the mainland is very powerful. He is a direct disciple of Wudang and the junior brother of the leader of the Ming Cult. His cultivation is even more unfathomable. It took a lot of effort for dad to beg you. Aunt agreed to help."
Mo Qiao was a little helpless. His precious daughter had been spoiled by him and was a little arrogant.
"When you first enter the Jianghu world, you don't know how important your background is. The Jianghu world is not about fighting and killing, nor is it about worldliness. The Jianghu world is about fighting for your background."
"Zhenzhen Zhang of Wudang can be said to be an invincible figure in the world. Your status as a disciple of Xidai can allow you to move around in the world, not to mention your relationship with the Ming Cult. You can travel both ways, black and white."
"Is that more powerful than the leader of the Eastern Cult of Heimuya?" Mo Shuyu was a little unconvinced.
"Haha, our Mo family's business lines are all over the Central Plains. I have never heard of any martial arts sect who dares to trouble Wudang."
Lu Qingyun secretly praised that it was indeed a big business, his vision and calculation ability were very strong.
"Dad, if you want me to become my master, you have to convince me, otherwise you are not worthy of being my master!" Mo Shuyu was still a little unconvinced.
Lu Qingyun glanced at Jingxuan thoughtfully. This was the niece she said was clamoring to become his teacher!
Jingxuan was so embarrassed that she finally begged Lu Qingyun to come over, but she heard Mo Shuyu's arrogant words and didn't know how to explain it.
"Senior Brother Lu, I..."
Lu Qingyun also has a temper. If he didn't look at Jingxuan's face, he would never come here in person.
Now that I heard such words, I turned around and left without saying anything.
Jingxuan hated Mo Shuyu in her heart, but her uncle's family treated her well, so she couldn't say anything more. She sighed and walked into the small courtyard, opened the door and walked in.
"Aunt, you're here, where is Lu Qingyun?" Mo Shuyu opened her eyes wide and searched outside the door.
Jingxuan's face was livid, and she was somewhat glad that Lu Qingyun had left. Otherwise, she would not have known how it would end if she heard Mo Shuyu's arrogant tone.
"Jingxuan, isn't Master Lu here?" Mo Qiao felt something strange.
"Here he is, then he's gone." Jingxuan sighed, "Shuyu, you have to change your tone in the future. It's easy to offend people."
After all, Mo Qiao was a veteran, and he immediately understood the meaning of his words, and said apologetically: "It's all because of my uncle's fault. I usually don't have time to discipline him."
"What's so great!" Mo Shuyu was not stupid. When she heard her father's words, she immediately understood and raised her eyebrows.
Jingxuan couldn't help but said: "You girl don't understand anything! Have you ever seen a real master?"
Seeing that Mo Shuyu was a little unconvinced and wanted to speak, Jingxuan continued: "Don't compare them with the heads you mentioned. These people are not worthy of carrying Brother Lu's shoes!"
Mo Shuyu was a little dumbfounded. She didn't expect her aunt to say such words. She couldn't help but ask, "Is he more powerful than Master Jue?"
Of course Master Jue's cultivation level is not as high as Lu Qingyun's. Jingxuan would be disrespectful to his master if he said it to his face.
"Uncle, please go down the mountain as soon as possible. Shuyu will never have the chance to worship in Emei again."
"If you don't bow, don't bow. What's the big deal? Dad, let's go." Mo Shuyu's temper suddenly flared up, and she walked out of the door angrily with her braid reaching her waist.
"Jingxuan, uncle, let's go first and come to see you later."
Mo Qiao quickly chased after him.
Mo Shuyu ran out of the small courtyard angrily and came to the front of the Golden Dome Hall.
Seeing Ding Minjun, the head of the Emei Dynasty, talking respectfully to a young man wearing a blue robe in the main hall, he walked in with some curiosity.
Ding Minjun stopped talking and looked at Mo Shuyu, "Miss Mo, the Golden Dome Hall is the most important place of our sect. Non-disciples of the sect are not allowed to enter. You'd better leave quickly."
"Master Ding, I'm really sorry that my daughter accidentally entered the hall."
Mo Qiao came from behind and apologized, while pulling Mo Shuyu out of the hall.
Bei Jinyi hurriedly ran into the main hall and saw Lu Qingyun there, so she hurriedly said loudly: "Senior Brother Lu, Senior Sister Ding, Shangguan Yun, the master of White Tiger Hall in Heimuya, and Tong Baixiong, the master of Fenglei Hall, have already broken in with hundreds of their men. ”
Lu Qingyun asked: "Are there any casualties among the Emei disciples?"
Bei Jinyi said: "Blackwood Cliff is powerful, the disciples did not fight hard, only two of them were slightly injured, and they are all retreating outside the Golden Summit Hall."
Lu Qingyun nodded with satisfaction, flew out of the hall on tiptoes, put his hands behind his back, and stood proudly at the front of the Emei disciples.
His eyes swept across the people in Heimuya coldly, "Get out of Emei within ten breaths, or you will die."
