In the next incense stick of time, Ye Qingyu and Li Rui who gradually relaxed, talked and laughed.

From Li Rui's mouth, Ye Qingyu knew more clearly the current situation of Ziwei Sect and the situation of the last-rate disciples like Li Rui.

Since the battle at the Temple of Light, the leader of Ziwei Sect and several elders of major sects have fallen one after another. Ziwei Sect has a high position and its strength has plummeted, and it can be said that it is in a slump.

During this year, all people in the sects were in a state of cultivation and rest.

Especially after the leader died in battle, the position of the leader was high, and the only senior elders left in the sect discussed it many times. Unfortunately, for their own selfish interests, they continued to compete and internally flirted, and they could not choose the best candidate to inherit.

Some of the chief disciples of the old elders are eyeing the position of the leader, and they often fight openly and secretly in private, waiting for an opportunity to take action to secretly harm those who may succeed. Therefore, disciples who have no hope of inheritance simply form gangs and divide them into several groups of forces, and each supports their own disciples who are expected to succeed as the position of the leader, and their cultivation will naturally be abandoned.

There is another kind of disciple, Li Rui, who practices hard day and night under the great changes in the world, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but he has no intention of fighting, so he deliberately hides his strength in daily life.

Ye Qingyu had already admired Li Rui, the young man. After hearing what he said, he understood more clearly why after the great changes in the world, Li Rui became the person who had the fastest promotion of Ziwei Sect's strength.

Only those who are truly wise and stupid, and who are calm and gentle will be free and unrestrained. This mentality and understanding are extremely beneficial to cultivating vitality and can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

If the swallow does not return, after the lover returns to his side, his mentality will be calm, his evil spirit will disappear, and he will jump and fly, almost entering the immortal level, which is a miracle.

Li Rui's qualifications are not as good as Yan Buhui, but in the years he has been in Ziwei Sect, he has a very solid foundation and a good mentality, which can be said to have accumulated strength.

"Li Rui, what you said just now is that the leader of the Ziwei Sect is the biggest flaw. So what kind of person do you think should be inherited by a sect leader?" Ye Qingyu looked calm and looked at the long-tailed red ibis circling in the air, flapping its wings in front of the pavilion, slightly stunning.

"Actually... Senior Brother Gao Feng is quite good. He is the eldest disciple of Elder Dexingtang. He is very strong and acts very decisively..." Li Rui answered very seriously, but hesitated in his expression.

"But what?" Ye Qingyu did not look back, but was still staring at the red ibis chasing each other in the air.

"But...but...Senior Brother Gao Feng... is a little...urgent... impatient." Li Rui lowered his head slightly and squeezed the scabbard in his hand tightly. If it weren't for Ye Qingyu, no one would have asked such a thing from him.

"Then do you think you can compete for the position of head of Ziwei Sect?" Ye Qingyu suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Li Rui.

"Ah? Me?" Li Rui was shocked and a little surprised. He waved his hand in a panic and said, "I can't do it, I don't have that qualification... I don't have the courage and courage of Senior Brother Gao, nor is it as talented as Senior Brother Yun, and I have always been very cowardly... cowardly..."

Ye Qingyu looked at the boy who looked slightly pale and smiled faintly when he was anxious.

"Why do you have to be so arrogant? On that day, when all the brothers retreated, you were blocking your senior sister Nanhua and protecting your junior brother behind you when you were seriously injured. This is not courage and courage. What is it? As for your strength, your talent may not be as talented as your Senior Brother Yun, but your character has brought you an excellent opportunity that no one else can hope for to improve your cultivation."

Li Rui was slightly stunned, with an incredible look in his eyes.

Lord Ye, were you praising me just now?

His originally pale face suddenly turned slightly red and his voice trembled: "Actually, I... just thought that I should do that... I didn't think too much..."

Ye Qingyu smiled and said, "You are wrong. Most people in this world actually understand when and what to do, but there are very few people who dare to stand up and do it. You don't compete with others in everything, have a pure heart, but have your own persistence and attitude towards dealing with things. At the critical moment, you dare to think and do it. This is the real fearlessness and courage."

Ye Qingyu showed a look of appreciation.

"I..." At this moment, Li Rui was slightly hesitant in his slightly dull expression.

It seemed that he had realized something in his mind, but it was still a little blurred.

Ye Qingyu looked at his entangled and distressed appearance, thought about it and said with a smile: "Don't you want to marry your senior sister Nanhua?"

Li Rui was told that he was very embarrassed when he was very worried about the little thoughts in his heart. From his cheeks to his ears and neck, it was blushing, just like the long-tailed red ibis in the air.

He was anxious for a moment, and his chest seemed to be stuck suddenly by something and coughed continuously. His face was red as if he was about to drip bleeding, "Cough cough... Ye... cough cough... I... Nanhua... I..."

In fact, he wanted to tell Lord Ye that he wanted to marry Nanhua, and he dreamed of it.

But he knew very well that Senior Sister Nanhua had a high vision and did not look down on him at all.

Ye Qingyu couldn't help laughing at the boy's cramped and annoyed look.

Of course he understood what Li Rui didn't say, and all the worries of this cowardly boy in front of him.

When he saw Nanhua at Youyan Pass that day, he could already see that although the woman was a little vain, her essence was not bad. If she guided her or treated her with such sincerity as Li Rui, she would understand the true meaning of warmth in the world.

"Then think about it again, if you become the head of Ziwei Sect and become the leader of a sect, are you still afraid that your senior sister Nanhua will look down on you?" Ye Qingyu changed his mind and decided to guide the young man in front of him in another way.

After finally calming down his mind and stopping his cough, Li Rui was stunned when he heard Lord Ye's words.

The figure of the woman with a clever smile suddenly appeared in his mind.

Maybe...if...I can...then sister...

Li Rui seemed to have figured out something at this moment.

"Mr. Ye, you are right. If I become the head of a sect, I will naturally be worthy of Senior Sister Nanhua, but..." He was still a little hesitant, as if he was still worried about something.

"Since you think I'm right, believe me, follow me, I'll make a decision for you."

Ye Qingyu laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to grab his arm, and his figure flashed, and the two figures in the pavilion disappeared.

Just then—

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

The Mingwei Cloud Bell, which had not sounded for several years in Ziwei Sect, was suddenly knocked.

Three loud noises that were enough to shake the mountains and rivers ran through the sky, and the entire Ziling Mountain vibrated slightly.

"What's going on?!"

"Who hits the bell?"

"What happened in the mountains?"

"Go to the square in front of Ziwei Palace to take a look!"

The elders and disciples of the entire Ziling Mountain were extremely shocked and flew towards the square of Ziwei Hall.

However, there was no one next to Mingwei Yun Bell in the center of the main hall square. There was only a strange wisp of existence and non-existence, gently swaggering around the Yun Bell and dissipating in an instant.

"Look! Go up to the gimbal!"

One of the disciples who were looking around suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this and immediately looked towards Dengyuntai on the east side of the square.

A month-old white robe, with a figure as elegant as an immortal, tall and majestic, slender and straight. At this time, he was leading a disciple wearing a low-level Ziwei Sect to walk step by step, calmly and firmly towards the top of the rooftop.

For a moment, all the disciples of Ziwei Sect were in a state of extreme shock.

"who are they?"

"Why can they walk on the gimbal?"

"Aren't they afraid of being bombarded by the formation?"

"Can't it..."

Several disciples who reacted first raised incredible questions.

Going to the Yuntai is the last trial when the leader of the Ziwei Sect ascended the throne in hundreds of years.

Thousand levels of climbing the clouds, practice step by step.

Only by passing this thousand-level trial formation injected by the founding ancestor and previous leaders can it be considered that it has truly been recognized by the ancestors and all the leaders and become the true successor new leader.

But why can those two be recognized?

Who is that figure in white?

Who is the low-level disciple next to you?

Are you going to compete for the position of leader?

Several elders and senior disciples flew over first, intending to rush over to stop them.

However, when he was a few hundred meters away from Dengyuntai, he was shocked by an extremely powerful pressure, and he was frightened and returned to the square in a hurry.

The disciples and elders of Ziwei Sect, who had their own thoughts, stood silently in the main hall square.

More people were waiting for the two figures, whether they were bombarded by the formations of previous leaders or successfully reaching the top, were waiting for the final result.

After counting the breaths.

Under the gaze of everyone, two figures who climbed the gimbal stone steps in the distance successfully stepped onto the last step and reached the top of the stage.

Turn around.

Overlook.

Ye Qingyu's white clothes are better than snow, her black hair is flying, and her whole body is bathed in a kind of luster and glory, like a peerless exiled immortal.

He was still hesitant, and even showed his expression as if he was dreaming. It was the Li Rui who was laughed at and despised by the disciples of Ziwei Sect on weekdays but never dared to retaliate.

This moment.

In the originally strange and quiet hall square, a thunder suddenly burst out from the crowd, and a wave burst into exclamations.

"Who is that!"

"Ye...Mr. Ye!"

"That's Lord Ye, the Lord of the Temple of Light!"

"It's him?!"

"How could he come!"
To be continued...