The old man was obviously extremely angry, and he was completely angry regardless of whether he was still on the projection.

However, many people have already focused on other immortal sects, and have not noticed the wonderful scene of the old man educating his junior brother.

There was only one little girl sitting on my father's shoulder, looking at her with relish, and she felt that this old man was so tempted by his temper.

This little girl is Yuan Wanying.

Yuan Yuzhu walked to the edge of the square with his daughter and wife, just like other people here.

But I saw that every ten steps on the edge of the square, there were a desk placed. Behind the desk, one or two immortals sat upright.

The handsome man, the Taoist in Qingyi and the rich man who had been projected before, were all included in it.

There are many parents lined up with their children in front of each table.

Yuan Wanying watched and saw that there was a token on the desk in front of these immortal masters. These children came forward and reached out to touch the token. If the token lighted up, they would stand behind the immortal master happily.

If the token is not lit, it is not frustrating, but quickly goes to another immortal master and queue up again.

Yang Jiuniang's family was already late, so they could only be at the back. Yang Jiuniang frowned and looked at the long queue in front, then looked at the sun again, and gradually became anxious: "If this family doesn't choose, I'm afraid I can't get the second one."

Yuan Wanying sat on her father's shoulder with a broad vision. When she heard this, she turned her eyes, pointed to a corner of the square, and smiled sweetly at her mother, "Mom, there is no one over there, let's go there first."

Yang Jiuniang looked in the direction of her finger, but it was the old man and a thin, tall, dejected middle-aged man who appeared on the projection.

At this time, there was no one in front of the table between the two of them, which was in sharp contrast with other immortal sects.

Yang Jiuniang patted her daughter's hand back and said angrily: "Yao Shou Jacket, there is not a single person there. Do you think your mother is a fool?!"

Yuan Wanying blinked and looked innocent: "Will you be selected if you go? Do you have to join this immortal sect if you are selected?"

"Let's go and give it a try, and there won't be a short piece of meat."

The last sentence successfully moved Yang Jiuniang, who was thrifty and family-running, and she clapped her hands: "That's right, there won't be a small piece of meat! Then give it a try."

Yuan Yuzhu, who never spoke without saying a word, listened to the discussion between his wife and daughter with a smile. When he saw that his wife and daughter had reached an agreement, he immediately raised his legs and walked towards the old man and his brother.

When I arrived, the old man was still scolding his junior brother: "It's better if this apprenticeship ceremony was cancelled. Anyway, I can't afford to lose this person every year! I won't come if anyone who loves you next year."

His junior brother lowered his head and couldn't help but retort in a low voice after hearing this: "Senior brother, you drew the lottery, not what you are willing to come by yourself."

The old man had already glanced at the arrival of the family of three from the corner of his eyes. When he heard his junior brother's words, he felt very embarrassed and whispered: "Shut up!"

His junior brother did not dare to look up and look at his senior brother, but his mouth was still stubbornly resisting: "This is not a teacher on behalf of the teacher. Senior brother, I am forgiving, you have no right to shut me up."

Yuan Wanying could see that the old man was so angry that he exploded on the spot. He didn't care about his gentleness and kicked his junior brother in the ass: "Someone is here, can't you see it!"

His junior brother staggered and almost fell down. He stood up straight. When he saw Yuan Wanying's family, his eyes turned red: "You all saw it. Brother Wen took the apprentice on behalf of his master and your child came in, but he was the youngest junior sister."

The three members of the Yuan family looked at each other, and Yang Jiuniang made a quick decision, pulled her husband's sleeve and walked back.

This time, the old man was so sad that he said quietly: "Eighth Junior Brother, you said, if I tell you what you did just now, what would happen to the second senior brother-in-law--"

This old man with half a head of silver silk actually has more than one senior brother on it!

Junior Brother Eight immediately shuddered, rushed up directly, grabbed Yuan Yuzhu's other sleeve, "Don't, don't leave! Come and register, if you don't have a house, you have a guarantee at least!"

Old gentleman: "…"

The eldest brother can accept disciples on behalf of the master, but I wonder if he can take disciples on behalf of the master?

Yes! The one who was expelled from the sect!

Yang Yuniang was moved by him, and pulled her husband's sleeve and turned back.

Yuan Yuzhu finally put down his daughter, but she was not as tall as the desk, so she could only stand on tiptoe, revealing her big black eyes, trying hard to look at the old man behind the desk.

The old man coughed, but he became serious, "I will introduce this to my friend first."

"This sect is famous as Wenzong, and it is the ancestor of Wenxiu in the world. It has four major branches of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Each sect is profound and profound. If we spend our whole life, we can only see the realm of the sect--"

Yang Jiuniang couldn't help but interrupt the old man's nagging: "Dare you ask sir, can this Wenzong keep you young forever?"

The old man was stunned: "No..."

Yang Jiuniang had a very good temperament and continued to ask: "Can you make people rich and powerful than a country?"

The old man didn't understand what she meant, and his face turned dark: "No,"

Yang Jiuniang showed disappointment on her handsome face. She lowered her head and touched her daughter's little head, and said softly: "My son is naughty and playful. How dare you ask sir, can you hide in the magic of your family? Can you let your body have wings?"

The old man was silent for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Is it still?"

Yang Jiuniang shook her head and looked at her little daughter: "You have heard it all? Come with my mother!"

As she said that, she reached out to pull her daughter, but Yuan Wanying bypassed her and went directly to the old man, asking seriously: "Since the gentleman is Wen Xiu, are there many books in the sect?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at the little kid's black and white eyes in front of him, and looked at him with great seriousness, and couldn't help but feel slightly moved: "Yes! Of course there are! Our Wenzong's books are much more than their Qizong Fuzong!"

Yuan Wanying immediately smiled, "That's great! Then I'll join Wenzong!"

The old man didn't expect that the little girl in front of him would agree to get started so happily. He blurted out: "Don't you think about it anymore? Why should you join our Wen Xiu?"

Yuan Wanying looked at him in surprise. Is it a great thing to join Wen Xiu?

She thought about it, and put her little hand behind her back, imitating the way the gentlemen in costume films saw them walking in the Earth TV series, shaking one step at a time, and chanting slowly:

"There is a golden house in the book, and the beautiful woman in the book!"

Before he finished speaking, a gong rang in everyone's ears like thunder, and the entire square was silent.

The old man stood up and murmured: "Mingxian's work!"
Chapter completed!