C408 A Disciple of the National Palace
"Now, release your Spiritual Force!"
Yang Xuan nodded his head. The Spiritual Force in his hand instantly gathered at one end of the bead. After that, the light on the bead began to change crazily.
Zhou Fengyuan stared at the bead. His expression was still changing constantly along with the light of the bead, as if he really valued this thing.
A moment later, the light on the bead stopped and slowly condensed into a red light. Zhou Fengyuan was immediately discouraged and his face was full of disappointment.
"As expected, I still can't accept the inheritance..."
He let out a long sigh. Even Zhou Fengmiao, who was beside him, had a disappointed look on his face, which made Yang Xuan lose confidence for a moment.
From what Zhou Fengyuan said, it seemed like this test was to find someone who could accept the inheritance. What kind of inheritance was it?
The atmosphere in the hall slowly became silent. After a long time, Zhou Fengyuan said faintly, "Yang Xuan, although you didn't pass the test, State Hall still has high hopes for you."
"Thank you, Palace Lord. It's just that I'm sorry that I can't help Palace Lord."
"No need. This isn't a simple matter to begin with... Why don't you stay and become a disciple of the State Hall?"
A disciple of State Hall?
Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Up until now, he had been alone all the way. When he saw that everyone else had their own sect and family, he naturally envied them.
However, not only did he enjoy the resources brought by the State Hall, he was also restricted by it. Just like Zhang Zhengli of Myriad Spirit Sect, he had thousands of pride in his heart. However, he could only serve the Myriad Spirit Sect for the rest of his life.
What Yang Xuan wanted was a more open world.
Sighing regretfully, Yang Xuan slowly cupped his hands and said, "I appreciate your good intentions, Palace Master. It's just that this junior's ambition is not here..."
"You don't have to say that first." Zhou Fengyuan interrupted Yang Xuan's words. He pointed at Zhou Fengmiao with a faint smile and said, "Although you are a disciple of State Hall, you can cultivate with Aeon. Besides the life-and-death crisis in State Hall, you can only listen to orders. "
Yang Xuan immediately shifted his attention to the last five words. For a moment, he was slightly moved.
It was naturally best to follow Zhou Fengmiao, but Yang Xuan still couldn't accept it. However, listening to the decree and not listening to the decree represented freedom. This was what Yang Xuan wanted the most.
Seeing that Yang Xuan was still standing still, Zhou Fengmiao's face darkened and he took a step forward.
"What are you thinking about, kid? Do you think I am not worthy to be your master?"
"Of course not!"
Yang Xuan was shocked by Zhou Fengmiao. He quickly recovered and cupped his hands at Zhou Fengyuan. "I will listen to the orders of the palace master!"
This time, Zhou Fengmiao's face looked a little better. Zhou Fengyuan smiled helplessly and said, "You are really different from the others. No one can get a disciple spot in State Hall even if they try their best. You actually want to talk about conditions. You really got the advantage and pretended to be good. "
Yang Xuan was speechless. He could only smile awkwardly.
"Alright. Fengmiao, take him out first. The ceremony to enter the palace will be held in State Hall three days later."
The ceremony of entering the palace wasn't a complicated procedure. It was similar to the usual apprenticeship ceremony, but it was indispensable. First, it was to increase the recognition of the new disciples. Second, it was to announce to the world that there were new disciples in State Hall.
Zhou Fengmiao nodded. He pulled Yang Xuan out of State Hall and went straight to the restaurant outside.
Both of them sat down. Zhou Fengmiao picked up a stack of peanuts without any hesitation and directly poured them into his mouth. After he swallowed them, he finally spoke.
"The food and drinks in the capital are too tasteless. They are not as good as the food in the Profound Gate Pass. Tsk tsk."
"It's the same for the people in the army."
Yang Xuan smiled and poured himself a cup of wine. He took a sip and the fragrance assailed his nostrils. It was sweet and refreshing. He only felt that it was very delicious.
"During this period of time, my brother has been dragging me around every day. I don't know when the competition in Yang family will end. It's a pity that I didn't come to see you."
"I'm afraid that you will have to travel to two places during this period of time. If there's anything you need help with, you can come and ask me for help. Anyway, we will call each other master and disciple in three days' time."
"By the way, after joining State Hall, one's behavior and behavior will be restricted. However, it's only in the capital. You don't have to be like this when you go out with me."
Zhou Fengmiao said. Yang Xuan kept nodding his head, but there was a slight disappointment in his eyes, which stunned Zhou Fengmiao for a moment.
"What's wrong with you, kid? Did State Hall feel wronged to you or did Yang family feel wronged to you?"
"Neither."
"Then what are you thinking about? Tell me about it," said Jiang Chen.
Yang Xuan's wine glass paused for a moment, then he whispered about himself and Yuh Qingcheng.
"What? That girl is hiding from you?" Zhou Fengmiao widened his eyes, then lowered his voice and said, "It should be that old man Xu Ruxian who is playing tricks in the middle, right?"
"I did not say that!"
Yang Xuan immediately shook his head, and then Zhou Fengmiao grabbed his wrist. "Let's go, I'll take you to him!"
As soon as the dishes and wine were served, the two of them immediately left the restaurant and went straight to the Prime Minister's Estate.
At the same time, in the Prime Minister's Estate, two old men looked at each other, staring at a plate of red braised fish in front of them with a smile on their faces. They were Xu Ruxian and Elder Zhou.
The Great General and Yuh Qingcheng stood on one side, looking at the two of them with confused expressions.
"The Prime Minister of Great Wei, how did he become so unscrupulous? He only ate a plate of fish from you, but he actually asked me to pay." As Elder Zhou spoke, his gaze landed on the fish.
The fragrance assailed his nostrils, and the fragrance was thick. Xu Ruxian's craftsmanship was getting better and better.
Xu Ruxian stretched out his hand and pinched it. He slowly said, "The fish is caught, of course, it doesn't cost money. But this official salt is two yuan, the green onion is three taels, the sauce is..."
Elder Zhou quickly stopped his headache. "Enough, enough. Don't forget it. This old man will give you one tael of silver!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to the general. The general helplessly took out one tael of silver from his belt.
If it wasn't for the fact that this belt had accompanied him for many years and had the habit of releasing silver, the Great General really wouldn't have known how he would have taken out such a small tael of silver.
Elder Zhou directly threw the silver over. Only then did Xu Ruxian take it with a smile and withdraw the Spiritual Force that he used to control the Red Braised Fish.
"Elder Zhou is really generous. Then I'll thank Elder Zhou on behalf of my disciple." Xu Ruxian smiled. Yuh Qingcheng, who was behind him, was confused.
Generous?
One tael of silver was only enough to buy a few skewers of candied fruits. How could he be generous?
These elders' realms were too profound. He could not understand them at all.
Elder Zhou had just picked up his chopsticks. Before the tip of the chopsticks touched the fish's body, the sound of the door being smashed came from the courtyard in the next moment. There was also a coarse shout.
"Is prime minister Xu here? Zhou Fengmiao has come to pay a visit!"
Elder Zhou couldn't help but shake his hand. The chopsticks pierced through the fish's body. Dense Spirit Aura instantly rushed out from the fish's body, and then the fish's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Oh, what a pity!"0
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