Chapter 264: Change of Name

Chapter 264: Name Change

Yang Shijiu encountered a little trouble when he entered his name into the books in the Elders' Hall.

According to the regulations, every inner disciple of Cangyun Sect needs a character number, and then the generation number is engraved on a small iron plate. The iron plate is like a personal identity file and will accompany every inner disciple throughout his life.

Ye Xiaochuan has one, but he has never taken it out. Later, he brought it down the mountain with him, and now it is in his Qiankun storage bag.

Yang Shijiu's generation of young disciples is the 38th generation, and the generation of the elders of the previous generation is the Yu character generation, such as Yu Jizi, Yu Chenzi and others.

As for the male elders who became Taoist priests, such as Zui Daoren, they start with the word Yun. For example, Yunhe Daoren who is in charge of Cangyun's punishment, Yunsong Daoren, the head of Yujian Peak, and Yunhai Daoren, the head of Qianfo Peak.

And the previous generation of female elders who became Taoist nuns start with the word Jing. The most famous ones are naturally Gu Paner's master Jingxuan Shitai and Yun Qiyou's master Jingshui Shitai.

The 38th generation of young disciples of Cangyun Sect are now of the Zong generation. Gu Jianchi is the eldest brother of the Zong generation. Ye Xiaochuan, Yun Qiyou, etc. are all disciples of the Zong generation.

Ye Xiaochuan's name is Zongqian, which means that others can call him Ye Xiaochuan or Ye Zongqian.

Yang Shijiu always felt that her name was too vulgar. Her father had 19 daughters, and she was the 19th in order.

So, she wanted her master to give her a nice name and record it in the Cangyun Sect's books. This will be called for hundreds of years, so it can't be sloppy.

The drunk Taoist is good at drinking, but he is not good at naming. Back then, Ye Xiaochuan's name was given by the nine-tailed fox demon Xiaofu.

He racked his brains and thought for a long time, and suddenly a light flashed in his head.

He said: "Then you will be called Yang Shijiu, the same as your previous name, but with different characters."

Yang Shijiu thought about it, although he was not very satisfied, but since the master had given her a name, how could he dare to say no?

Soon, Elder Yang of the Elders' Council registered her name and rank, and she also received an identity iron plate with her name engraved on it.

The iron plate was small, dark blue, like iron and jade, and very strong.

It read: "Yang Shijiu, the 38th generation disciple of Cangyun Sect, with the courtesy name Zongquan."

On the other side were engraved Yang Shijiu's birth date and the time when she joined Cangyun Sect.

At the same time, Yang Shijiu also received a copy of Cangyun Sect's sect rules, asking her to memorize them as soon as possible to avoid violating the sect's rules and prohibitions.

When she happily followed her master out of the Elders' Council, she found that many disciples of the same age as her were looking at the small iron plate with a black glow hanging around her neck with envy.

This identity iron plate is the symbol of the true disciples of the inner sect of Cangyun Sect. These outer sect errand disciples all strive to have their names engraved on the iron plate.

However, among the thousands of outer disciples of Cangyun Sect, less than 30% of them are lucky enough to become inner disciples. Most of the errand disciples, if lucky, will be accepted as registered disciples by an elder, while those with bad luck will be doing odd jobs on Cangyun Mountain for the rest of their lives.

This is the reality.

Under the propaganda of Zhu Changshui, everyone on the Samsara Peak now knows that the reason why the drunk Taoist accepted this female disciple is not mainly because of the extremely generous apprenticeship gift brought by the female disciple, but because hundreds of years ago, the girl's ancestor had a relationship with the drunk Taoist. For this reason, the Yang family has been offering the portrait of the drunk Taoist for generations, and praying for him three times a day.

Hundreds of years of prayers have made the Yang family have a fairy fate, and finally this fairy fate fell on the little girl Yang Shijiu.

Hundreds of years, after several generations of people, good deeds finally get good results, so these outer errand disciples can only envy them, because their ancestors did not have this relationship with the drunk Taoist.

The drunk Taoist moved. When Ye Xiaochuan entered the top ten in the duel, the elders of the Elders' Council mentioned that the drunk Taoist and Ye Xiaochuan moved into a better courtyard.

Then Ye Xiaochuan went down the mountain to practice. The drunk Taoist didn't care about the place to live on the mountain, so he still lived in the shabby courtyard.

Now he can't live there. The shabby courtyard has only two bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a wine cellar.

If the drunk Taoist and his disciple Ye Xiaochuan lived there, it would be fine, but now there is a female disciple. He can't wait for Ye Xiaochuan to come back and live in the same room with the female disciple, right?

Of course, the drunk Taoist was so anxious to move into the new big courtyard, not mainly considering Ye Xiaochuan and Yang Shijiu. Ye Xiaochuan couldn't come back in the next six months. Yang Shijiu could temporarily live in Ye Xiaochuan's previous room recently.

However, the shabby courtyard was too small to hold thousands of half-person-high wine jars.

The new house was relatively large, with four or five bedrooms, a kitchen, a wine cellar, and two toilets. Not only could the three of the drunk Taoist master and his apprentice live here, but they could also be equipped with three or five outer disciples to serve their daily lives.

The drunk Taoist seemed to be three hundred years younger, and he directed the men who followed Yang Shijiu to move jars of fine wine into the wine cellar in the new yard.

As a result, the wine cellar was too small, and it was full after less than one-third of the wine was filled.

So the drunk Taoist only asked them to move the rest of the fine wine into several other rooms.

Even so, it still couldn't fit.

In the end, there were more than two hundred jars left, and there was really no place to move them. The drunk Taoist used a large funnel to take off the large red wine gourd from his waist, poked the large funnel at the mouth of the wine gourd, and then asked Ran to pour the remaining wine into his own wine gourd.

An amazing scene happened. The wine gourd was like a bottomless abyss. A jar of wine that was more than half a person's height was not filled up at all.

The second jar was also poured in, but the small wine gourd still did not overflow.

So the third jar, the tenth jar...

When a hundred jars were poured in, all the men exclaimed.

This is the real magic weapon of the immortals.

The wine gourd that was the size of a child's head actually gathered the universe, as if it could take in the whole world.

The drunk Taoist smiled with his yellow teeth exposed. It seemed that he was happier to receive fine wine than to receive disciples, and he couldn't stop laughing.

It was dark, and jars of wine were still being moved into the yard and poured into the wine gourd that was almost like the South China Sea.

When there were still a hundred jars left, Zhu Changshui's master Yu Chenzi and Zhao Wuji's master Chi Yan Taoist seemed to pass by the door accidentally.

Yu Chenzi said, "Junior Brother Zui, it seems that you will never lack wine in the future. Your new house can't hold it anymore. Junior Brother Chi Yan and I will share some of it for you."

The two old guys divided up all the remaining one hundred or so jars of wine without saying anything.

The drunk Taoist didn't stop them. Seeing that the two were about to leave, he dragged the new disciple and chased after them, shouting, "These things are my disciples' tribute to me. It doesn't matter if you take some of them, but as elders, you took the things of the younger generation when you first met. Shouldn't you give me some gifts?"

The Taoist Chi Yan was tall and handsome even though he was four hundred years old. He looked only about fifty years old and had an extraordinary demeanor.

He laughed and said, "Old drunkard, are you starting to extort for your disciple now? Well, Yu Chenzi, we should give this girl a little gift."

So, he and the old Yu Chenzi each took out a small magic weapon and threw it to Yang Shijiu. The drunk Taoist was satisfied and let the two leave.