Chapter 220: Become a Disciple

"Could it be that Elder Zuo has been traveling for many years and has not returned?" Seeing the scene on the top of the mountain that had not been cleaned for many years, the consul disciple looked suspicious and muttered.

"Come here and report it quickly!" An impatient voice came from the depths of the old palace.

The consul disciple was shocked and quickly bowed and said: "Elder Qi, there is a disciple who has completed the mission you issued fifty years ago."

"Did I issue any missions fifty years ago?" A confused voice came from deep within the palace.

Xia Daoming's face changed slightly when he heard this.

Elder Zuo is not only weird in character, he is also forgetful and unreliable!

"Elder Qi, you did issue a mission fifty years ago to help find a bloody dragon's breath grass that is more than 3,000 years old. As a reward, you will accept this disciple as a registered disciple." The consul disciple explained patiently.

"Blood Dragon's Breath Grass that is more than three thousand years old? Oh, I remembered it. Although I don't need it now, since I have issued a mission, I will keep my word. You can leave, and the person who has completed the mission will come in. "Elder Zuo's voice came again from the depths of the palace.

"Disciple, please leave!" The consul disciple hurriedly bowed to say goodbye. When he left, he gave Xia Daoming a special look, his eyes full of regret and sympathy.

In the opinion of the consul disciples, Elder Zuo had even forgotten the mission. Now it was obvious that he reluctantly kept Xia Daoming because he had actually issued the mission before.

Under this situation, it is estimated that Xia Daoming will be kicked out within a few days.

What's not to do with the Bloody Dragon's Breath Grass that's more than three thousand years old?

What a pity, what a pity!

The consul disciple shook his head and left.

Xia Daoming looked around and walked towards the old and dilapidated looking palace.

"Crunch!"

Xia Daoming pushed open the palace door, and the harsh sound of the door shaft turning was heard.

Accumulated dust flew down.

Fortunately, Xia Daoming was wearing the Liuyun Immortal Robe bought for him by his two beloved wives, which could automatically protect him from dust and sewage. When there was light and breeze, it would repel flying dust.

The palace is very large and has many gardens and courtyards.

But it was the same as outside, with fallen leaves all over the ground and spider webs everywhere, which made Xia Daoming shake his head.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have never imagined that a dignified Jindan elder would live in such a place.

After passing through the cloister and passing several thresholds, Xia Daoming finally arrived at the depths of the palace.

To Xia Daoming's imagination, there was a pool that seemed to be more than ten acres deep in the center of the palace.

There is a simple wooden house built beside the pool, surrounded by green grass.

A short old man with disheveled appearance, hair as messy as thatch, and wearing an ancient Taoist robe was sitting by the pool gently wiping a broken sword.

When he noticed Xia Daoming coming in, he had no intention of paying attention and continued to wipe the broken sword.

However, the fluctuations in Xia Daoming's aura made him stop, and he looked up at Xia Daoming in surprise.

"Ninth level of Qi refining!"

"Outer disciple Xia Daoming pays homage to Elder Zuo!" Xia Daoming stepped forward and saluted.

"Still an outer disciple!"

Zuo Dongge felt more and more surprised. The broken sword in his hand turned into a cold light and disappeared into his palm.

Xia Daoming's eyes narrowed slightly.

A level higher than the magic weapon is the magic weapon.

Only magic weapons can be taken into the body by monks to warm and nourish them.

The broken sword is a magic weapon.

"Sit wherever you like."

The magic weapon was put away, and Zuo Dongge waved it casually.

"Thank you, elder."

Xia Daoming bowed slightly to thank him, then approached Zuodong Pavilion, found a piece of flat grass and sat down casually.

Zuo Dongge looked at Xia Daoming with a hint of surprise.

Not to mention the disciples in the outer sect's Qi Refining Realm, even the inner sect's foundation-building disciples, no one would be trembling and frightened when they saw him.

"How old are you this year?" Zuo Dongge asked.

"Return to the elder, thirty-two years old." Xia Daoming replied.

"You are only at the ninth level of Qi refining at the age of thirty-two, and you actually want to be my disciple?" Zuo Dongge frowned.

He was a talented disciple of the Qingyuan Sect back then, and he successfully formed elixirs when he was just sixty years old. He was less than a hundred years old, but he had already reached the middle stage of Golden Elixir. After that, it only took him less than thirty years to reach the threshold of the late Golden Elixir stage.

If he hadn't been severely injured more than a hundred years ago, he might have touched the threshold of the Yuanying realm by now, and even become the ancestor of the Yuanying.

How could a person like him accept a mediocre disciple?

"If the elder thinks that my talent is too poor and doesn't want to accept me as a registered disciple, it doesn't matter. You can just give me the title of an inner disciple." Xia Daoming said calmly.

He has already figured it out, it is okay not to worship this kind of master who has a weird personality, slovenly, and unkempt appearance, and whose strength is only equivalent to that of a master in the early stage of the Golden Core.

If you really want to bow down, it might cause a lot of trouble.

At least the elder's mansion will have to be cleaned and repaired for a while.

Besides, it’s hard to tell what makes sense to this kind of person. It’s better to just exchange a three-thousand-year-old Blood Dragon’s Breath Grass for the identity of an inner disciple, and settle down simply.

Zuo Dongge raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

No matter how much his current strength drops, it is still at the Golden Core level.

Moreover, he had touched the threshold of the late stage of Jindan more than a hundred years ago. He has not been idle for more than a hundred years, and the way he has understood is far beyond what ordinary Jindan elders can compare with.

Looking at Xia Daoming's appearance now, he actually doesn't care much about his identity as a registered disciple of Zuodong Pavilion. Instead, he cares more about his identity as an inner disciple.

How could his status as an inner disciple be compared to his status as a registered disciple of Zuodong Pavilion.

"You are only at the ninth level of Qi Refining at the age of 32. Your talent is really too poor. I am such a person as Zuo Dongge. If I accept you as my disciple, wouldn't it be a joke?" Zuo Dongge said.

"Yes, yes, I think so too. So I offer this 3,700-year-old Blood Rain Dragon Breath Grass to you. It is considered that I have completed the elder's task. As a reward, the elder will let me enter the inner gate instead." Xia Daoming said with a hint of surprise, and immediately took out the Blood Rain Dragon Breath Grass and offered it with both hands.

Zuo Dongge didn't even glance at the Blood Rain Dragon Breath Grass.

When he needed this grass, it was extremely precious because it was nowhere to be found.

Now he doesn't need it. Even if this grass is 5,000 years old, it is nothing to someone of his level.

"No, I want to accept you as my disciple, and I will change it to a personal disciple!" Zuo Dongge said.

"Ah! Why?" Xia Daoming was confused.

This old man has a really weird personality. I despise him so much, but he still shamelessly accepts me as his personal disciple.

"Who am I, Zuo Dongge? How can I not keep my word? As for others laughing at me, why would I care? On the contrary, I must let them see that I, Zuo Dongge, not only accept a mediocre disciple as my personal disciple, but I will also train him into a golden... ahem, a powerful foundation-building cultivator!" Zuo Dongge said with a proud face, but he was a little timid at the end.

"Foundation-building cultivator?" Xia Daoming pouted with some disdain.

Who is he? Does he need the special cultivation of this old man in front of him to build his foundation?

Uh!

Zuo Dongge thought that after he said this, this mediocre outer disciple in front of him would be overjoyed and immediately kowtowed in gratitude, but he found that this guy in front of him seemed to be a little disgusted.

This made Zuo Dongge surprised at first, and then very unhappy.

"Become my disciple!" Zuo Dongge waved his hand, thinking that he would slowly train the boy in front of him in the future to let him understand the immensity of the world.

"Elder, will you not consider it again? I am just an outer disciple with mediocre talent. You suddenly accepted me as your personal disciple, and then suddenly kicked me out a few days later.

I don't care, as long as I have the status of an inner disciple, I can practice in the inner sect. But others will definitely think that you have no confidence in teaching me and give up halfway." Xia Daoming said sincerely.

Zuo Dongge couldn't help but raise his eyebrows again.

He stared at Xia Daoming with a sword-like gaze.

He now seriously suspected that Xia Daoming was using the method of provoking him.

Unfortunately, Xia Daoming was a gentleman and open-minded.

Zuo Dongge couldn't see that Xia Daoming was provoking him at all, but was sincerely considering the face of him, the elder.

Zuo Dongge felt complicated.

But soon, Zuo Dongge made up his mind, his face became stern, he sat upright, and said in a deep voice: "Become my disciple!"

Who is he? How could he go back on his word? How could he be stumped by such a small problem?

At most, he would continue to accept this disciple and not kick him out. Anyway, with such a little talent, he can't cause any trouble.

"Disciple Xia Daoming greets Master!" Xia Daoming stood up and tidied his clothes, then bowed three times to Zuo Dongge with a solemn face.

"This is the magic weapon used by the master in his early years, the Qingyun Sword. The wind and clouds rise with the sword, and the sword is hidden in the wind and clouds, making it difficult to guard against." Zuo Dongge said.

As he spoke, a flying sword surrounded by clouds and mist floated in front of Xia Daoming.

"Thank you, Master." Xia Daoming took the Qingyun Sword with both hands and thanked him respectfully.

The Qingyun Sword is a top-level flying sword magic weapon. After years of refinement by Zuo Dongge, it can be said to be a top-level flying sword magic weapon. It is very valuable, even more valuable than the Blood Rain Dragon Breath Grass that Xia Daoming handed over.

Originally, Xia Daoming should be very excited to get such a flying sword, but this kid was not moved at all.

Zuo Dongge was in a complicated mood.

"This is the token of the disciple personally taught by the master."

Zuo Dongge gave Xia Daoming another token made of unknown material.

One side was engraved with the word "Zuo" and the other side was engraved with a sword.

The token exuded a mysterious aura that only Jindan cultivators have.

"Thank you, Master. With this token, can the disciple enter and exit the Sutra Library at will?" Xia Daoming took the token, and finally showed a touch of excitement and expectation on his face.

The skin on Zuo Dongge's face couldn't help twitching, and a nameless fire surged in his heart.

This is intolerable!

He is the Golden Core Patriarch. With Xia Daoming's talent and cultivation, a few pointers from him would be enough for him to benefit for several years or even decades. Why does he still need to think about the Sutra Library?

This is a lack of respect for teachers!

"Whatever you want to learn, just ask me. I can teach according to the students' abilities. Going to the Sutra Library by yourself will not only waste time, but also make mistakes with your talent and cultivation. If you are not careful, you will be possessed." Zuo Dongge suppressed his anger and tried his best to act like a kind teacher.

There is no way. I made a mistake in my mind just now and insisted on accepting Xia Daoming as my personal disciple. Now it is too late to regret.

I have to put some thought into cultivating him, at least to help him become a foundation-building cultivator, otherwise how can I save my face?

"Thank you, Master. I really have some questions to ask you." Xia Daoming said with joy.

"Ask me." Zuo Dongge stroked his forked beard that hadn't been trimmed for who knows how many days, and finally felt a sense of superiority as a teacher.

"Master, do you know what the path is after becoming a martial arts grandmaster?" Xia Daoming asked with a hint of expectation and nervousness on his face.