Chapter 503 Letter of Recommendation, Outer Disciple

Master Tianhong sneered disdainfully, stared at Situ Zhen, and continued:

"Fifty years ago, your great-grandson relied on your protection to insult and kill three female cultivators from the same sect. The old man killed them according to the sect's rules."

"If you are not convinced, you can appeal to the sect master, or you can go to the Secret Pavilion and explain it clearly to the ancestors. There is no need to use these shameful methods in front of the old man."

"It's really pointless to do this! You are an outer deacon after all, and I am ashamed of you!"

Situ Zhen didn't bother twirling his goatee, and looked at Master Tianhong, his face turning red and white.

For a moment, I was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

Master Tianhong has always been famous among the sect for his unselfishness. He never thought that the other party could do nothing despite knowing these things.

Su Twelve blinked, his eyes fell on Master Tianhong, and he immediately realized that Master Tianhong's ability to become the elder of the torture hall may not be entirely based on strength.

"Sure enough, although Master Tianhong acts openly and openly, he is not without any scheming!"

Just when the situation reached a deadlock in the meeting hall.

Suddenly, a burly monk with thick eyebrows, dark skin and a pattern of two crossed hammers embroidered on his clothes stood up.

"Senior Brother Tianhong is in charge of the execution hall. He has always made clear rewards and punishments, and his reputation for impartiality and selflessness is well known to everyone. As for Senior Brother Situ, he is also extremely hard-working in charge of all the affairs of the sect."

"Both senior brothers are the pillars of the sect and indispensable talents. Why should there be such a dispute over such a trivial matter?"

"This matter is actually not that difficult to solve. Since this little friend already has his own opinion, in my opinion, there is no need to let him take any more assessments."

"Senior Brother Situ will write a letter of recommendation, saying that he is Senior Brother Situ's nephew or something, and let him temporarily train as an outer sect disciple."

"As for the Tianyan Order, it will be determined as it has not been used yet. When my little friend's cultivation realm breaks through to the Golden Core stage, he will be made an elder of the sect according to the rules of the Tianyan Order."

As soon as the monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes opened his mouth, the monks present breathed a sigh of relief and started to echo.

"Okay, that's a good idea! I never thought that Junior Brother Duotiangong is not only highly accomplished in weapon refining, but he also sees things so accurately."

"Indeed, these words hit the nail on the head. In this way, it will not affect the sect's regulations on the Tianyan Order. It can also show the tolerance of the Huanxing Sect. It can be said to be the best of both worlds."

"Yes, yes, in my opinion, just follow the advice of Junior Brother Duotian Gong."

…

Voices rang out one after another. As they spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Situ Zhen.

No matter the words or the look on his face, he had the intention of making Situ Zhen give in.

Everyone felt guilty, but they didn't want to have their old scores settled in the execution hall.

Situ Zhen failed to steal the chicken, and his expression turned ugly after being retorted by Master Tianhong's words.

But he also knew that continuing would not do him any good.

Taking a deep breath, he simply borrowed the donkey from the slope and said with a grin: "What Junior Brother Duotiangong said is indeed reasonable."

As he spoke, he quickly took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote down a letter in a few strokes.

"This is a letter of recommendation. Give this to Yan Donghai, the deacon of the outer sect, and he will arrange it for you."

"Is Senior Brother Tianhong satisfied with this arrangement?"

Holding the letter and token, Situ Zhen looked at Master Tianhong

.

"Hmph! Let's leave it at that for today."

"Boy, come with me. I'll take you to the outer door."

Master Tianhong groaned and put his hands behind his back.

This arrangement is acceptable to him.

At the same time as he spoke, Master Tianhong stepped forward quickly and was about to take the letter.

But at this moment, Duotiangong, who had just opened his mouth to make a suggestion, took the letter in his hand first.

"Senior Brother Tianhong, Senior Mi Ge Leng has something to ask you and asks you to come over quickly."

"Senior Leng? But..."

Master Tianhong trembled, a little surprised, then showed hesitation and turned to look at Su Twelve.

Duotiangong immediately smiled and said: "Senior brother, don't worry, I can just leave this matter to you!"

"That's fine, I'll be in trouble for my junior brother." Master Tianhong nodded and said to Su Twelve, "This is the elder of the Huanxing Sect's Weapon Casting Platform, a master of heavenly craftsmanship. "

"I have to leave first if I have something to do. He will accompany you to the outer gate. He is my best friend, so you don't have to worry."

Master Tianhong knew that Su Twelve was very thoughtful, so he did not forget to add one sentence at the end.

Last name Leng?

Could it be... that he is the person that the old fox Hou Sihai is looking for?

Su Twelve thought to himself, then said calmly with a smile: "Senior, if you have something to do, just go and do it. If you want to go to the outer sect, I will bother Senior Duotiangong."

Master Tianhong nodded and glanced at Situ Zhen and others with cold eyes. His figure flickered, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the meeting hall.

"No problem! Let's go."

Taking one step forward, the person arrived in front of Su Twelve.

An awe-inspiring true energy enveloped Su Twelve and Feng Fei, leading them straight towards the outer door.

The peak where the Deacon Hall of the Huanxing Sect’s outer gate is located.

On a square at the top of the peak, there were thousands of figures standing.

These figures include monks in the foundation building stage, monks in the Qi refining stage, and some casual cultivators with no cultivation.

And their ages are also different. Among the mortals, the youngest is only a child of seven or eight years old, while some of the older ones are in their thirties or forties.

Muyunzhou has rich aura and numerous resources and elixirs. The cultivation of monks, at least in the initial stage, is much easier than that of Cangshan monks.

At this moment, both monks and mortals, according to different cultivation realms, lined up in three neat lines and walked to a high platform in the center of the square one by one.

On the high platform, there are three strange-looking magical instruments that are obviously used to test spiritual root aptitudes.

Whenever a monk approaches, the instrument will light up with lights of different colors and brightness.

Behind the instrument, behind the round table, is an antique and luxurious spiritual wood chair.

Sitting on the chair was a square-faced monk wearing light blue robes.

The square-faced monk has profound cultivation and unintentionally exudes an aura that only the golden elixir stage monks can achieve.

This person is Yan Donghai, the deacon of the outer sect of Huanxing Sect.

Yan Donghai was lying on the chair with a comfortable look on his face, holding a tea cup in his hand, squinting his eyes and looking at the light on the instrument. Depending on the level of the light, the fate of those who participated in the test would be decided.

"The best water spirit root, stay!"

"High-grade three spiritual roots, stay!"

"Miscellaneous spirit roots? Leave!"

...Master Tianhong sneered disdainfully, stared at Situ Zhen closely, and continued:

"Fifty years ago, your great-grandson relied on your protection to insult and kill three female cultivators from the same sect. The old man killed them according to the sect's rules."

"If you are not convinced, you can appeal to the sect master, or you can go to the Secret Pavilion and explain it clearly to the ancestors. There is no need to use these shameful methods in front of the old man."

"It's really pointless to do this! You are an outer deacon after all, and I am ashamed of you!"

Situ Zhen didn't bother twirling his goatee, and looked at Master Tianhong, his face turning red and white.

For a moment, I was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

Master Tianhong has always been famous among the sect for his unselfishness. He never thought that the other party could do nothing despite knowing these things.

Su Twelve blinked, his eyes fell on Master Tianhong, and he immediately realized that Master Tianhong's ability to become the elder of the torture hall may not be entirely based on strength.

"Sure enough, although Master Tianhong acts openly and openly, he is not without any scheming!"

Just when the situation reached a deadlock in the meeting hall.

Suddenly, a burly monk with thick eyebrows, dark skin and a pattern of two crossed hammers embroidered on his clothes stood up.

"Senior Brother Tianhong is in charge of the execution hall. He has always made clear rewards and punishments, and his reputation for impartiality and selflessness is well known to everyone. As for Senior Brother Situ, he is also extremely hard-working in charge of all the affairs of the sect."

"Both senior brothers are the pillars of the sect and indispensable talents. Why should there be such a dispute over such a trivial matter?"

"This matter is actually not that difficult to solve. Since this little friend already has his own opinion, in my opinion, there is no need to let him take any more assessments."

"Senior Brother Situ will write a recommendation letter, saying that he is Senior Brother Situ's nephew or something, and let him temporarily train as an outer sect disciple."

"As for the Tianyan Order, it will be determined as it has not been used yet. When my little friend's cultivation realm breaks through to the Golden Core stage, he will be made an elder of the sect according to the rules of the Tianyan Order."

As soon as the monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes opened his mouth, the monks present breathed a sigh of relief and started to echo.

"Okay, that's a good idea! I never thought that Junior Brother Duotiangong is not only highly accomplished in weapon refining, but he also sees things so accurately."

"Indeed, these words hit the nail on the head. In this way, it will not affect the sect's regulations on the Tianyan Order. It can also show the tolerance of the Huanxing Sect. It can be said to be the best of both worlds."

"Yes, yes, in my opinion, just follow the advice of Junior Brother Duotian Gong."

…

Voices rang out one after another. As they spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Situ Zhen.

Both his words and his expression had the intention of making Situ Zhen give in.

Everyone felt guilty, but they didn't want to be punished by the torture chamber.

Situ Zhen failed to steal the chicken, and his expression turned ugly after being retorted by Master Tianhong's words.

But he also knew that continuing would not do him any good.

Taking a deep breath, he simply borrowed the donkey from the slope and said with a grin: "What Junior Brother Duotiangong said is indeed reasonable."

As he spoke, he quickly took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote down a letter in a few strokes.

"This is a letter of recommendation. Give this to Yan Donghai, the deacon of the outer sect, and he will arrange it for you."

"Is Senior Brother Tianhong satisfied with this arrangement?"

Holding the letter and token in hand, Situ Zhen looked at Master Tianhong

.

"Hmph! Let's leave it at that for today."

"Boy, come with me. I'll take you to the outer door."

Master Tianhong groaned and put his hands behind his back.

This arrangement is acceptable to him.

At the same time as he spoke, Master Tianhong stepped forward quickly and was about to take the letter.

But at this moment, Duotiangong, who had just opened his mouth to make a suggestion, took the letter in his hand first.

"Senior Brother Tianhong, Senior Mi Ge Leng has something to ask you and asks you to come over quickly."

"Senior Leng? But..."

Master Tianhong trembled, a little surprised, then showed hesitation and turned to look at Su Twelve.

Duotiangong immediately smiled and said: "Senior brother, don't worry, I can just leave this matter to you!"

"That's fine, I'll be in trouble for my junior brother." Master Tianhong nodded and said to Su Twelve, "This is the elder of the Huanxing Sect's Weapon Casting Platform, a master of heavenly craftsmanship. "

"I have to leave first because I have something to do. He will accompany you to the outer gate. He is my best friend, so you don't have to worry."

Master Tianhong knew that Su Twelve had a lot of thoughts on his mind, so he did not forget to add one sentence at the end.

Last name Leng?

Could it be... that he is the person that the old fox Hou Sihai is looking for?

Su Twelve thought to himself, then said calmly with a smile: "Senior, if you have something to do, just go and do it. If you want to go to the outer sect, I will bother Senior Duotiangong."

Master Tianhong nodded and glanced at Situ Zhen and others with cold eyes. His figure flickered, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the meeting hall.

"No problem! Let's go."

Taking one step forward, the person arrived in front of Su Twelve.

An awe-inspiring true energy enveloped Su Twelve and Feng Fei, leading them straight towards the outer door.

The mountain peak where the Deacon Hall of the outer gate of Huanxing Sect is located.

On a square at the top of the peak, there were thousands of figures standing.

Among these figures, there are monks in the foundation building stage, monks in the Qi refining stage, and some casual cultivators with no cultivation.

And their ages are also different. Among mortals, the youngest is only a child of seven or eight years old, and the older ones are also adults in their thirties and forties.

Muyunzhou has rich aura and numerous resources and elixirs. The cultivation of monks, at least in the initial stage, is much easier than that of Cangshan monks.

At this moment, both monks and mortals, according to different cultivation realms, lined up in three neat lines and walked to a high platform in the center of the square one by one.

On the high platform, there are three strange-looking magical instruments that are obviously used to test spiritual root aptitudes.

Whenever a monk approaches, the instrument will light up with lights of different colors and brightness.

Behind the instrument, behind the round table, is an antique and luxurious spiritual wood chair.

Sitting on the chair was a square-faced monk wearing light blue robes.

The square-faced monk has profound cultivation and unintentionally exudes an aura that only the golden elixir stage monks can achieve.

This person is Yan Donghai, the deacon of the outer sect of Huanxing Sect.

Yan Donghai was lying on the chair with a comfortable look on his face, holding a teacup in his hand, squinting and looking at the light on the instrument. Depending on the level of the light, the fate of those who participated in the test would be decided.

"The best water spirit root, stay!"

"High-grade three spiritual roots, stay!"

"Miscellaneous spirit roots? Leave!"

…