Chapter 175 Mysterious Master

The result decided by the Supremes was quickly passed down layer by layer, but it still took some time for it to reach Wu Yi, but Wu Yi knew about it in advance. The person who told him was Bai Ze, the little lion lying on Wu Yi's shoulder. Under its cute appearance, it hides a deep calculation.

"How do you know that my master has made the decision?" Wu Yi asked when he heard Bai Ze's words.

Not long after Wu Yi was placed in the side courtyard of Yuancao Palace, Bai Ze suddenly appeared, and at first he scared Wu Yi.

Looking at Bai Ze in front of him, Wu Yi was half surprised and half helpless. The surprise was that he knew that Bai Ze was very powerful and knew many inside stories of the sect. If Bai Ze was by his side, he could not only take the opportunity to clarify the inside stories of the sect, but also avoid some shadow injuries beyond his control.

But Wu Yi also knew that Bai Ze was not a good person. How could a master with such a high level of cultivation follow him for no reason? If he was right, the foot should fall on the black beetle.

In other words, the black beetle was actually here to monitor him, but even though Wu Yi knew Bai Ze's purpose, he could do nothing about it. He even had to choose the right time to meet the black beetle in the future. He was really helpless.

Bai Ze perked up a little, but still looked lazy, and said: "Of course I know. If you don't believe it, you can see later that what I said is true."

Bai Ze understood that Wu Yi wanted to take the opportunity to find out his source of information, and even use it to understand the affairs of the upper echelons of the sect. How could he let Wu Yi do what he wanted, and he just passed by the words lightly.

Wu Yi was not discouraged. As long as Bai Ze stayed by his side for one day, he would have another day. He was not in a hurry and changed the subject: "What do you think of my Master Zhi Tianxuan?"

Wu Yi thought that there was no taboo in asking this question and he should get an answer, but Bai Ze still said lightly: "You will know when the time comes."

Wu Yi glanced at Bai Ze from the corner of his eye. He always felt that Bai Ze seemed to have changed when he came to him this time. He didn't know why. Bai Ze didn't want to say anything, and Wu Yi would not make himself boring. He stopped talking and practiced breathing on his own.

Wu Yi closed his eyes to practice, but Bai Ze stared at the various auras crisscrossing Wu Yi with a look of surprise.

Bai Ze thought: "The Great Dao Sutra of Hunyuan Huanyuan", isn't this the practice method of the war witch in the Middle Ages? It has long been invisible with the shrinking of the war witch's power. Where did this boy get it from? Could it be that the inheritance he got is from the witch clan? And the small world he visualized, how come the Netherworld Qi is getting thicker and thicker, could it be that he is still entangled with the Nine Nether Hell?

As Wu Yi's secrets became more and more, Bai Ze's harmless eyes shone with the light of a hunter, and his Dao rhyme was restless, as if there was a chance to go further.

Half a day later, outside the small courtyard where Wu Yi was staying temporarily, the Taoist boy named Qingsong who had received Wu Yi before hurried to Wu Yi's courtyard. He did not wake Wu Yi directly, but the sound of his footsteps was very heavy, reminding Wu Yi of his arrival.

Wu Yi had not been concentrating on cultivation. After all, the matter of the master was related to his future cultivation, and he could not afford to be careless. When he heard the footsteps, he opened the door early to greet him.

"The master has decided the result, and the real person asked me to call you." As he spoke, the Taoist boy's eyes were full of envy. In his eyes, the Jindan real person was already a great figure, and he dared not think about anything above the Jindan.

If he had no adventures in this life, he would probably stop here. He could only call these disciples brothers by relying on the tiger skin of the real person behind him. Once these disciples break through, he will turn around and praise the master.

Wu Yi and the Taoist boy came to the back temple before. There were still four real people, but the real person in front of him was changed. The original real person Yun Sa disappeared, and the new person was the real person who blocked Wu Yi's way before. According to the Taoist boy, his surname should be Suo.

Zhi Tianming saw Wu Yi coming, his face was not as gentle and kind as before, and he said indifferently: "Wu Yi, your master has been decided."

Wu Yi felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong and a little depressed when he entered the back temple. At this time, he heard this real person speak and found that his master seemed to have a grudge with the real person in front of him, but he didn't dare to ask in detail and waited for the next step.

"It's the master of the Zhi Pavilion of the Shi Pavilion. There will be a disciple to take you there later. You can do it yourself." After throwing this sentence, Zhi Tianming left, leaving Wu Yi and several other real people looking at each other.

"I wonder how to arrange my cave?" Seeing Zhi Tianming leave, Wu Yi quickly asked other real people this question. The cave is the first priority for disciples. Many disciples worship the master in name only. They really have to rely on their daily hard practice. Those masters will not come to guide you, and you may not see them even until their death. The cave is the place where a disciple can settle down.

The real person Suo glanced at Wu Yi, his eyes were hesitant, but he still said something inexplicable: "If you worship under the seat of the master of Zhi Pavilion, I think you don't need a cave."

Before Wu Yi could ask a few more questions, several real people left one by one, leaving Wu Yi alone with a solemn face looking at Bai Ze on his shoulder.

Bai Ze saw Wu Yi's eyes sweeping over him, closed his eyes, and fell asleep lazily, obviously not intending to solve Wu Yi's doubts.

"I didn't expect the sect to arrange your master as the master of Zhi Pavilion." Qingsong sighed when he saw Wu Yi's expression.

Wu Yi couldn't help but look at Qingsong, "What's wrong?"

"The Master of Zhi Pavilion is from the famous Zhi family, but he is not on good terms with the Zhi family. This is something that everyone in the sect knows."

"Why is there a discord?"

"How can a little Taoist boy like me know about the affairs of big shots?" Qingsong said half in self-mockery and half in helplessness.

Qingsong did not dare to say much. He gave Wu Yi a little reminder and left. At this time, Wu Yi was the only one left in the back temple. He was so unwelcome that Wu Yi had to sit in the courtyard and meditate.

After a few hours, Wu Yi suddenly felt something and looked up. He saw two monks standing on a Moyun flying boat. One of them looked at Wu Yi and nodded slightly to the other, obviously confirming Wu Yi's identity.

One of them said: "Wu Yi, since the master has made the arrangement, you will be a true disciple in the future, so follow me."

The man stretched out his hand, and there was a faint light on his body. As soon as he grasped it, Wu Yi felt a pulling force coming. He knew that this was the person sent by the sect to take him, so he did not resist and let the man lead him to the flying boat.

Seeing this person's means, Wu Yi guessed in his heart: the spiritual energy of high-level cultivators who have built their Qi Dao foundation is condensed into Xuan Guang, so they are also called Xuan Guang cultivators. It is said that Xuan Guang cultivators have condensed Qi in their bodies, which can not only gather Qi into a wall to block the flow of rivers, but also move thousands of pounds of objects with only the Xuan Guang refined in their bodies. It seems to be true.

After getting on the flying boat, the two people looked stern and said nothing. They drove the flying boat to the south. Wu Yi wanted to disturb them but couldn't find the opportunity.

After three days and three nights, Wu Yi and his party had left the densely populated area and arrived in the wild mountains. Wu Yi became more and more curious about where the Shi Pavilion in charge of this Zhi Pavilion Master was.

"May I ask the two Taoist brothers, how far is it from here?"

"Not far, it will be there in a few days." One person answered without turning his head, as if he didn't want to get too close to Wu Yi. As the saying goes, one more enemy is not as good as one more friend. Even if they can't be friends, they won't be so cold.

It seems that this cheap master has offended someone of higher status, otherwise he would not be expelled to this place far away from the main peak of Yulong Mountain Range, and ordinary disciples would not deliberately alienate him. Wu Yi thought silently in his heart, thinking about what to say when he saw the master.

After the flying boat traveled for a few more days, a city of medium size appeared in front of him, with continuous houses and pavilions looming, as if it were a state city in the human world. From time to time, disciples in robes could be seen, either driving cloud cars or flying cranes.

This place was not as desolate as Wu Yi had expected before. There were waterfalls of spiritual energy and many exotic flowers and plants. After all, it still belonged to the inner gate.

The flying boat traveled for another half a day and landed on a small hill with green mountains and clear waters, and stopped on a hilltop. One of the monks pointed to a pavilion at the foot of the mountain and said: "This is Shi Pavilion. I will give the order, and you can go by yourself."

After the two of them finished their instructions, they drove the flying boat away without saying much.

Logically, the two of them needed to send him to the History Pavilion to complete their mission, but they took advantage of Wu Yi because he was not from a noble family and was not familiar with this. In addition, the Pavilion Master Zhi had a grudge against the Zhi family, and the Zhi family had a close relationship with Hui Xuan Shang Zhen. Making friends with the Pavilion Master Zhi was equivalent to making enemies with Hui Xuan Shang Zhen. Although these big shots might not care about these things, they dared not touch the wind.

Wu Yi saw that the road was not far, just down the mountain, so he did not bother with the two of them. He moved his spiritual energy to his feet, flew with his air, and went down the hill in a few breaths. He was only a few steps away from the attic in front of him.

Wu Yi was about to continue moving forward when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him from the ground, blocking Wu Yi's way forward.

Looking at the khaki figure in front of him, Wu Yi expanded his spiritual sense and explored it. He couldn't help but wonder: "It's actually a puppet. This is the first time I've seen it. I don't know how intelligent it is."

Just as Wu Yi was praising it, the yellow earth puppet suddenly said: "Who is coming?"

Wu Yi looked at the puppet in front of him and forgot to answer for a moment. Suddenly, two more yellow earth puppets appeared behind him, and they surrounded Wu Yi with the puppet in front.

The aura on them was not inferior to Wu Yi at all. Wu Yi even sensed that there were several other auras hidden underneath. If Wu Yi's answer was not in line with it, he would obviously be hit by a storm.

Wu Yi didn't want to leave such a bad impression when he first met his master, so he hurriedly said: "I am Wu Yi, a disciple arranged by the sect to worship under Master Zhi. Here is the identity token."

Wu Yi took out the identity token of the true disciple he had just obtained. The bright light reflected by the token shone on the faces of these puppets. The movements of his hands could not help but stop. He leaned over to bow to Wu Yi and slowly went underground. He could not see his figure without counting his breath. No matter how Wu Yi sensed, he could not sense any breath. His hiding skills were really first-class.

"Are you the new Wu Yi?" A cold voice came from behind, and Wu Yi's hair stood on end.

Wu Yi turned his head and saw a cultivator with three strands of green beard, a nose like a gallbladder, and eyebrows flying into the temples. He looked handsome and elegant, but his eyes were like a bottomless pool, deep and unfathomable. Looking at him for a long time would even make you feel cold in your heart. He was not someone who was easy to get along with.