Chapter 1059 Big Noodles
When they saw Hong Yun appear, they all bowed to Hong Yun and said, "Meet the Master (Master, Patriarch, Master)."
Hongyun gave up and asked these disciples and servants to get up. When he looked at these people, especially those disciples, he was a little dissatisfied, especially with the first generation of disciples, he was very dissatisfied.
The huge Penglai lineage only has so many disciples. The second-generation disciples are not as many as the first-generation disciples, and there is only one third-generation disciple. Hongyun doesn't know if these disciples of his are lazy? Still not good at teaching students.
Seeing this scene, Hong Yun's face, which was originally a bit happy, changed slightly and darkened. Such continued development would be extremely detrimental to his Penglai lineage. In the end, it would be the root of the sect that would be cut off!
If a third-generation disciple developed into a fourth-generation disciple, wouldn't it mean that there would be no chance until immeasurable tribulations? Wasn't Hongyun's initial refining of the Heart Refining Tower prepared for the future Penglai disciples? These are good, since every one of my own disciples takes the initiative to recruit disciples.
Hong Yun felt that if he had not forced Kong Xuan, Yun Xiao and Cang Jie to accept disciples, he would probably have no third-generation disciples and only one Ao Shen among the second-generation disciples.
"Master, all the disciples and uncles are here." Ao Liangchen said respectfully to Hongyun.
"That's all?" Hongyun said lightly, his tone was not very good, even a little deep.
"Uh" Ao Liangchen was confused by Hong Yun's question. He didn't know what Hong Yun meant. He looked at the Penglai people in the hall, and there were quite a few. Where were the more than 20 people? And each of them is powerful in the prehistoric times.
"Ahem, tell me Master, the entire Penglai lineage is gathered here." Ao Liangchen said firmly. He thought Hongyun thought someone had not arrived, but after looking over, they all had arrived.
"How many disciples have you accepted?" Hong Yun looked at Ao Liangchen, and then at all the disciples of the generation. There is no doubt that Hong Yun's words were not just about Ao Liangchen, but about all generations. disciple.
At this time, Ao Liangchen, Kong Xuan, Xuan Jun and other disciples were all confused. They didn't know what Hong Yun meant, but what Hong Yun asked made them feel a bad premonition.
"This...disciple did not accept a disciple." Ao Liangchen wanted to say that he only had one son, but this was something he understood and there was nothing to say. After saying that, he looked at Hongyun anxiously, because Ao Liangchen felt that he had not done anything. in place.
Hongyun did not speak, but looked at Kong Xuan, and then looked at Xuanjun. The next generation of disciples all looked to one side. After looking around, Hongyun sighed. He was also quite depressed. These disciples Now they are all powerful enough to be quasi-sage or above.
In the past, Yunxiao's cultivation level was that of Daluo Jinxian, but Hongyun taught all the formations he understood to Yunxiao, which made Yunxiao take another step forward in the formation path, and is now equivalent to the Quasi-Saint of Two Corpses.
If it were before, Hongyun wouldn't have said anything about his disciples not giving them disciples, but he was getting married to Hou Tu, and he also promised to give Hou Tu an unprecedented wedding.
But now, including himself and the two boys from the Penglai lineage, including Jin Lin Bai Ling, there are only about twenty people. What big scene is going on? If it were Hong Yun from before, what a scene! Noodles! These and other things are all ignored, but this time is different.
There are more than 20 people, what kind of big noodles are there? Even if they are those who come to congratulate them, they are not their own people after all. The more Hongyun thinks about this, the worse his face becomes. Not to mention the temptation of thousands of immortals who want to intercept the teaching, at least there are a hundred or ten people!
But in the end, including myself as the ancestor, there were only more than twenty people!
"You were considered powerful in the prehistoric times. If it were anyone else, you would have accepted disciples in Daluo Jinxian. Those of you with the lowest cultivation level now are all Quasi-Saints in the late stage. You would not be able to teach disciples, and still no living beings would enter your Dharma eyes. ?" Hong Yun looked at his disciple and asked in a deep voice.
At this time, all the disciples of the first generation understood why Hongyun was angry. The reason was that the second generation disciples were not as numerous as the first generation disciples. This had a great meaning, indicating that each generation was inferior to the previous generation. Although they were all powerful in the ancient world, they were not taboo about this. , but it is said that there are only a dozen disciples of the Penglai lineage, which is indeed a bit unpopular.
"Disciples and others will definitely carry forward the Penglai lineage, spread the meaning of Penglai, and promote the preaching." Ao Liangchen, Kong Xuan, Xuanjun, Suiren clan, Youchao clan, Zhenyi clan Yunxiao, and Cangjie all said in unison.
"It's too late. I have already promised your wife, Master, that I will get married in ten years. You go and make arrangements for it!" Hongyun said while looking at the disciples.
"Well"
Suddenly, a generation of disciples understood the source of Hongyun's unhappiness. They all looked at the disciples in the hall. There were only a few sparse ones, but they were a bit out of place. However, there were only ten years left, and they could not be there in ten years. Recruit a hundred disciples in the middle of the year!
"Congratulations to Master, congratulations to Master. After several primordial meetings, Master and his wife have finally achieved enlightenment." Ao Liangchen and other disciples of all generations bowed down and congratulated Hongyun.
The second-generation disciples and the third-generation disciple Su Quanzhong, the only disciple, also knelt down to Hongyun with smiles on their faces and said congratulations: "Disciples, congratulations to the master (grandmaster) and Empress Houtu for achieving righteous cultivation."
Hongyun's four servants also showed joy. Hongyun's wedding was indeed a great event. They all congratulated immediately: "Congratulations, master. Congratulations, master."
"Congratulations to the Taoist Master and Empress Houtu for their successful cultivation." Zhang Youren, the Lieshan clan, the Fengdu Emperor also congratulated Hongyun.
"Ten years, remember there are only ten years, go make arrangements!" Hongyun waved his hand and said to everyone in Penglai's lineage. The implication was simple and clear. The wedding scene was left to these disciples.
Immediately, the first generation of disciples took the lead to leave the hall. After all, if they stayed, they would definitely be scolded. In their hearts, it was actually quite unfair. If it hadn't been for the wedding, I'm afraid Hongyun would never have made an issue with them for not accepting disciples.
But Hong Yun's meaning proved one thing, that is, this wedding will be celebrated by the three worlds, and there will be a big party. Thinking of this, these disciples laughed.
In their hearts, Hongyun has always been a low-key person, but now that she is getting married, Hongyun has shown a hint of childlike temperament, and she actually wants to have a big party and a big scene.
"Master finally asked us to do something. This time we must do our best. I will open the treasure house of the Heart Refining Pagoda and take out all the fairy fruits, treasures and fine wines inside. Master will have a big dinner, and we will Let the three realms celebrate together, let the blessings of Master's wedding appear in every corner of the three realms, and let every living being know about Master's wedding." Ao Liangchen said while looking at these junior brothers and sisters.