Chapter 190 Brat! Play this game with me!
Inner gate, ancestral hall.
As a distant bell rang in front of the ancestral hall, it heralded the official start of this year's ancestor worship ceremony in Cangwu Pai.
The head Huangfuying took off the black clothes he liked to wear, and stood in the center of the ancestral hall wearing a blue formal robe that represented the head's status.
On the ancestral hall, there are densely packed ancestor rankings, occupying almost half of the ancestral hall.
On both sides of the ancestral hall were more than 40 powerful people from the Cangwu Sect who were in the Ascended Wheel Realm.
As Huangfuying's deep sacrificial speeches sounded, the atmosphere in the entire ancestral hall became solemn.
As for the rear of the ancestral hall, there are the inner disciples who were promoted to the ninth realm this year.
Including Kong Ji, Shangguan Yuzhou, and Shui Zhusheng, there are seven people in total.
Confucius knows three of the remaining four people.
Senior sister Huajian who is closer to Shui Zhusheng.
And Wei Cheng, who once shined in the outer sect training, is ranked at the bottom of the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Finally, there is Elder Zhao Wei’s nephew, Zhao Huan.
His strength is already good, and he is also quite talented in swordsmanship.
After getting the Silver Blooming Essence sold to him by Kong Xian and Shangguan Yuzhou, Zhao Huan's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he finally caught up with this year and broke through to the ninth level of Yanglun.
The remaining female disciple looked unfamiliar and Kong Jiang had never seen her before.
Faced with the cumbersome ancestor worship ceremony, Kong Zhi did not dare to look around after taking a rough look around the ancestral hall. He and everyone looked solemnly, waiting for the end of the ancestor worship ceremony.
“Our Cangwu sect has been passed down to forty-five generations of disciples since its founding by Qingcang Daozu.”
“In these long years, how many sects have there been in Wudong? Submerged in the long river of time."
"Our Cangwu Sect has faced the danger of extinction more than once."
"It can continue to this day. I don't know how many ancestors have devoted their blood for this and died for it."
"And the names of those heroes are engraved in these spiritual tablets in front of you."
Huangfuying said this in a low voice, and turned to look at the seven people standing behind the ancestral hall.
“The disciples of the inner sect bow down and pay homage to their ancestors and martyrs.”
The seven of them bowed in response.
"The inner disciples bow twice to worship the name of their ancestors."
"The inner disciples bow three times to worship the spirits of their ancestors."
After three bows, Kong Ji and six others stepped forward to burn incense.
Now the ceremony is complete.
A full hour has passed.
When Huangfuying announced that the ancestor worship ceremony was over.
Kong Zhen clearly felt that the eyes of the more than 40 Shengchao Realm experts in the ancestral hall were all looking at him, including the six inner disciples around him.
Kong Xian saw among these powerful Sheng Lun masters Huangfu Wuqin, Dongxian, Zhou Shangxiang, and even Zhao Wei who were familiar with Sheng Lun.
And more than 30 other unfamiliar faces that have almost never been seen outside.
Those were the looks of more than forty Shenglun people, but they were not hostile.
Under such gaze, even though Kong Ji had experienced so many hardships, he could not help but tremble slightly, and said secretly: "If these Shenglun strong men are sent out to attack the three major sects in Wudong, No other sect can withstand it.”
Shangguan Yuzhou, Shui Zhusheng and others were not much better, and they all showed awe.
“It seems that after the ceremony, it’s time to become a disciple.” Seeing this scene, Kong Xian roughly guessed the meaning of those Ascension Wheel gazes.
Because at least half of those powerful people who ascended the wheel have looked at themselves for a long time.
As expected, as Huangfu Wuqin said yesterday, there are many people in the inner sect who are interested in him.
"Excellent people will indeed shine wherever they are." Kong Xiang thought with some melancholy.
"According to the rules, inner sect disciples must worship a Shenglun as their teacher to guide them on their next path." Huangfuying's voice sounded in the ancestral hall at the right time.
He looked at the seven people in front of him and explained in a calm voice: "Then let's get started."
As Huangfuying's voice fell, the atmosphere in the previously solemn ancestral hall suddenly changed. Get heated.
Kong Ji saw from the corner of his eye that one of his inner disciples, a man with a long sword on his back and a beard on his face, took a step forward first.
It is Elder Zhao Wei’s nephew, Zhao Huan.
I saw him stepping out and bowing deeply towards Dongxian's position from a distance.
"Inner disciple Zhao Huan, please worship the master of Dongxian Hall as your teacher!"
Dongxian is the person worshiped by all the outer disciples of Cangwu Sect. Especially the sword cultivator, who almost worshiped him as a god.
From Kong Xian's point of view, it was reasonable for Zhao Huan to want to become Dong Xian's disciple, given that he loved his sword as much as his life.
Similarly, other elders in the Ascension Wheel Realm are not surprised by this either.
Because after every inner sect ceremony, any sword cultivator must go to Dong Xian to try it out.
Dongxian dealt with this situation very well. He just glanced at Zhao Huan lightly and then shook his head: "You can't do it!"
Zhao Huan was not surprised by this; He continued to respond with a firm voice: "I heard that as long as you take a sword from Zhen Jiquan, the registered disciple of Dongxian Hall Master, you can become your registered disciple. I am not willing to give it a try!"
"Okay, the ceremony is over. Go and get a sword from Zhen Jiquan." Dongxian nodded slightly, as if there was such a rule.
Zhao Huan just retired with satisfaction.
Even though he is a registered disciple, Zhao Huan still has to give it a try.
Seeing this, Kong Ji shook his head repeatedly and sighed secretly: "The reputation of the Tianhe Sword Immortal is that it is powerful."
For those who are strong in Shenglun, Deacon Zhao Wei also sighed secretly, it seemed that He already knew what his nephew was thinking, and he didn't try to stop it.
Soon, Kong Jiang lost his leisure to watch the excitement.
Because from the corner of his eye, he saw a short, thin old man with a white beard walking out of the Shenglun Powerhouse. His old eyes stared directly at him and said: "Inner Gate Disciple Kong Ji! You..."
How could Kong Ji wait until he spoke.
He knew that if he continued to wait, there would be endless trouble coming.
Immediately took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Inner disciple Kong Ji, please worship Master Huangfu as your teacher."
Kong Ji's sonorous and powerful voice hovered in the ancestral hall.
On the inner disciple side, except for Shangguan Yuzhou and Shui Zhusheng, all of them stared at Kong Jiang with strange expressions.
Whether it is an outer sect disciple or an inner sect disciple, they all know that our leader is quite uninterested in recruiting disciples.
Moreover, he was using a sword, and there was a Dongxian who was a master of swordsmanship on top of it, so Huangfuying was even less interested in accepting disciples.
In the past, when disciples with other intentions went to worship Huangfuying, they were all ruthlessly rejected by him.
"With Kong's talent, anyone who worships him will be accepted with a smile, but if he worships the leader, he will probably get a bad reception."
The remaining four inner disciples each have their own ideas.
Huajian, who was standing with Shui Zhusheng, narrowed his eyes and muttered: "If it is Junior Brother Kong Ji, it is not impossible!"
As for the powerful Shenglun Everyone on this side also has their own thoughts, but most of them are not optimistic about Kong Jiang's apprenticeship this time.
Because they know better than those disciples why Huangfuying does not accept disciples.
As Kong Ji’s voice fell.
Above the ancestral hall, Huangfuying, who was still thinking about other things, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
His eyes were fixed on Kong Jiang, but he only glanced at it lightly, and then glanced at his daughter Huangfu Wuqin, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "You brat! You're playing this trick with me. !”
Kong Ji didn’t know what Huangfuying was thinking, and was waiting for Huangfuying’s response with high spirits.
Who would have thought that Huangfu Ying didn't speak for a long time, which made him a little confused.
"What's wrong, Boss Huangfu?"
On this side, Huangfuying's words of rejection were already in his throat.
Waiting for him to speak.
Shi Jinchi in the crowd had taken a step forward with a smile and said to Kong Xian: "The master did not refuse, he just acquiesced. Why don't you come up and pay homage to your master soon?"
As he spoke, Shi Jinchi had a secretly proud look on his face.
I have been following Huangfuying for so many years, and I am the one who knows him best in the Cangwu Sect.
I am afraid that only I can hear the implication, so I greeted Kong Jiang early.
"Alas, I have dedicated my whole life to serve as the leader."
Thinking of his own brilliance, Shi Jinchi couldn't help but look back at Huangfuying.
However, I didn’t see the smiling admiration in my impression.
What greeted him was Huangfuying's silent eyes without any emotion.
Shi Jinchi was so scared that all the fat on his body shook.
"End!"
(End of this chapter)