Chapter 837 Master, Give Me a Hug? (11)
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After a few days of wind and salt, it will soon be the day of the apprentice meeting.
Qing Yu School.
"Have you heard? The master will come to this apprenticeship meeting."
"Master? Does this mean that Master is going to accept disciples?"
"No way? Will Master accept apprentices?"
"Who knows, anyway, the news from the pie may not be true."
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The apprentice meeting was held in the open air.
The head of the Qingyu Sect and the elders have already taken their seats.
There was an empty chair next to the headmaster.
The following disciples of the Qingyu School also saw it.
The Qing Yu Sect recruits disciples every four years, and each time it recruits disciples, a group of disciples with the most outstanding talents will be selected.
In every teacher apprentice meeting, the chair next to the sect leader, which was specially reserved for God Yun Zhuo, was always empty.
Yun Zhuo, the master of the Qingyu School, is known to everyone, never accepts disciples, and never attends the apprentice meeting.
But out of respect, every session of apprenticeship meeting will still leave a chair for the master.
Now this year, there are rumors that Master will attend in person, and many people have expressed doubts.
Most of the disciples of the Qingyu Sect who were onlookers wanted to see the face of their master.
After all, the opponent is the only god of the protoss.
It is said that his appearance is also world-renowned.
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"Master, am I going to go up with them later?"
The little girl raised her finger and pointed to the person waiting on the side, and turned her head to look at the person beside her.
Yun Zhuo nodded, his eyes were light, without any waves.
"oh."
Before leaving, the girl grabbed his arm, hugged it, and let go.
All the actions took place in just a few seconds.
Feng Qian changed into the attire of the disciples of the Qingyu School, dressed in a fairy-like white dress.
The blue silk was bundled up and scattered behind her back.
Yun Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds, the back of the girl was in his line of sight.
After a long time, he looked away.
After Yun Zhuo took his seat, the Qingyu Sect disciples who were still chattering outside the venue fell silent for an instant.
The man was dressed in white, and his face was cold, as if covered with frost.
The cool and dusty temperament also makes people feel that they should not be profane.
Rong Qi, head of the Qing Yu School, sat in the center, and Yun Zhuo sat on his left.
Rong Qi is younger than Yun Zhuo, but looks older.
According to his seniority, Rong Qi wanted to call Yun Zhuo his uncle.
Yun Zhuo was promoted to God at the age of seventeen, and after two years, he was promoted to High God again.
The appearance will no longer change.
Counting the years, Yun Zhuo is nearly 20,000 years old.
"Uncle Master, is he going to accept apprentices today?"
Rong Qi turned his head to look at the person beside him.
The other party was sitting upright, with a cold expression on his unparalleled eyebrows and eyes, and his white clothes further accentuated his cool and dusty temperament.
Yun Zhuo gave a faint "hmm".
As soon as the voice fell, a burst of hearty laughter came from the right.
The man in purple was lazily shaking the folding fan in his hand, and his peach blossom eyes were soul-stirring, really pretty.
He said with a smile: "Thinking about it, Master Yun Zhuo couldn't bear the loneliness of being alone for so long."
Rong Qi turned his head to look at him, frowning slightly.
The man in purple chuckled, "Your words are offensive, I hope my uncle will not blame you."
"No problem."
Yun Zhuo responded in a low voice, without any fluctuation in expression, his gaze quietly fell on the girl in the corner who lowered her head and kicked the non-existent stone.
After a while.
The chief disciple of the Qingyu Sect stood up and announced the start of the teacher apprentice meeting.
The disciples who had been selected in advance walked from the crowd side to the center of the platform in an orderly manner.