Seeing this scene, everyone felt contempt for the man.
A seven-foot tall man actually used a child of several years old to take advantage of such a yellow and white thing. Is this because there are immortals here who will not let his child die of illness for no reason?
The mother held her child in her arms and refused to let go. The child's eyes were out of focus due to the high fever. Her little hands were helplessly holding on to her mother's clothes, calling her mother like a sick cat.
The woman cried bitterly, knelt in front of the altar with her child in her arms, and begged the young Tianxi disciples to save her child.
Under the delay and trouble of her cruel husband, she knew that it was too late to find a doctor to cool down the child and cure the cold.
After being rescued, I was afraid that my brain would be burned out. In despair and helplessness, I could only ask those immortal disciples for help.
Tianxi Sword Sect's recruitment of disciples this time is a major undertaking.
This group of young outer disciples did not dare to waste any time. Standing in front of the altar, an outer disciple named Fan Hong was unmoved. He had a formal serious look on his face and did not raise his head. , writing there:
"If you want to see a doctor, I'm afraid you have come to the wrong place. We are not doctors who can help the world. Tianxi Sword Sect is a place that abides by rules. Since the father of this child has accepted other people's money, please wait in line again. Don’t waste other people’s time.”
"Don't embarrass others here! Hold the child and go to the back! If he really has such a good life, are you still afraid that the immortal can't save him?"
The man kicked the woman impatiently.
The woman saw that the breath of the baby in her arms was getting weaker and weaker, and a crazy and cruel look suddenly appeared on her rough and yellow cheeks. She actually took out a rusty sickle from behind and pointed it at her husband. He said sternly: "Give the money back to me!"
The young man on horseback looked at the scene in front of him with interest and a playful expression.
The man swung the sickle from the woman's hand with a ferocious look on his face, and rushed towards him to fight her regardless of her disheveled hair.
He snatched the child she was pregnant with with overwhelming force and cursed with an angry look on his face: "You ignorant bitch! You don't know how to enjoy your blessings. He is the only one who has a small illness or disaster?!"
After saying that, he actually held onto his arms the rich amount of money that he had been unable to save in most of his life, and prepared to go around to the back of the line to continue queuing.
Jiang Yunqin frowned at this scene and thought, how could such a person in this world be a father?
Seeing her frowning, Liu Qixue couldn't help but smile sweetly and said, "Sister **, do you think that child is pitiful?"
"It's quite pitiful to have such a ungrateful and unkind father at such a young age."
"I do have some medicine for typhoid fever. Sister, would you like to take the child into the carriage and take a good look at it?"
Jiang Yunqin glanced at the young master in front of him who claimed to be a Sanren. He had already turned over and dismounted, and put his palm on the glass ball. As expected, the glass ball glowed with a red-yellow light.
The light lit up from the center of the sphere and spread to the surroundings. The strands opened up to form a network, which seemed a little sparse and could not spread throughout the entire sphere.
But this is obviously a very good place. Fan Hong smiled at the Sanren and said: "Middle-grade spiritual roots can climb mountains!"
In the past few days, nearly thousands of people in his team have been eliminated. They are either useless spiritual roots or ordinary or low-grade people. The passing rate is extremely low.
This Sanren monk's spiritual roots are quite good.
The unruly young man riding the white horse, although his personality was too high-profile and domineering, which made people unhappy, but when he said the word "mountain climbing", he immediately attracted the eager and envious eyes of countless people.
Even though this is just a small village, as long as you pass this first level, no matter how difficult it is, you can still become an outer disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Among the tens of millions of monks in the world, it would be a great honor for anyone to be associated with the word Tianxi.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Yunqin's fists in her sleeves tightened slightly. She shook her head, not intending to let these mundane things shake her determination to move forward.
He just glanced at the child in the arms of the hurried children outside the car window with a little pity.
Everything is fate.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew through the curtains, and a scream suddenly sounded!
The middle-aged man who disappeared from Miss Jiang's peripheral vision flew back heavily. The child in his arms disappeared. There was a clear footprint on his chest. He cried out for mother on the ground in pain.
Jiang Yunqin curiously lifted the car curtain, raised his eyes, and saw a fair and fair face, with eyebrows and eyes filled with the dim lights of the world, very stunning and beautiful.
The young man was dressed in white, which almost blended with the color of the snow between heaven and earth. His brows were far-reaching, and his dark eyes looked a little cold in the night.
The child he was holding in his arms was the child who had a high fever. He gently tapped his fingers between the child's brows, and a faint spiritual light disappeared into his fingertips.
The unhealthy blush on the child's face faded a bit, his expression was no longer as painful as before, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Jiang Yunqin looked surprised: "Is it him?"
On the way to Baituo Mountain, she met this young man when she passed an ancient Linjiang town that was haunted by water ghosts.
Speaking of which, the journey eastward this time is also quite bumpy and dangerous.
Although it is a peaceful and prosperous age, there are always some evil spirits wandering around in some ancient towns and cities with long history.
Although Jiang Yunqin, who was born as a rich young lady, has spiritual roots, she has never been involved in spiritual practice. His Highness the Crown Prince accompanied her with six monks with profound Taoist skills. Before crossing the river, he heard that there was a water ghost among the generals, so he did not know how to harm her. How many women in coats by the river died.
At the request of the local people, Jiang Yunqin asked two monks around him to escort him to the middle of the river to suppress the evil spirits.
The powerful guards around His Highness the Crown Prince are all from the elites of the Tianyu Palace, and are known to have the power to subjugate and eliminate demons.
In terms of status, he can even be compared with the inner disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect.
Dealing with a mere water ghost in an ancient town is just a trivial matter.
But she never thought that the two guards from the Tianyu Palace would never return. The next night, two swollen white corpses slowly floated on the river. Looking at their clothes, they realized that they were the two guards sent out by her side.
Obviously, the water ghost in the river has a lot of resentment, and even the guards of Tianyu Palace can't resist it.
Jiang Yunqin never liked to meddle too much, so he used the remaining four guards to form a spirit boat, which could conceal their breath and spiritual power and cross the river.
And this young man was the one he met in the river that night.
At that time, he was also wearing a white suit like this. He was soaked from top to bottom, and he was floating in the surging river.
When Jiang Yunqin looked at that overly delicate and beautiful face, at first glance he thought it was a woman in washcloth clothes who was drowned and killed by the evil spirit on the riverside.
But if you take a closer look, you can clearly see that he is of the stature of a young man.
She has no interest in salvaging corpses. It can be seen that no part of the young man in the river is swollen and watery. His body is normal and he obviously has not yet had time to suffer the poisonous hands of the water ghost.
Jiang Yunqin was kind-hearted and asked someone to fish him out and save his life.
Perhaps he had done a good deed and received God's protection. That night when he crossed Jiangzhou, he didn't even see a ghost. The journey was calm and smooth, and no terrible evil spirits were seen.
As for the young man she rescued on the boat, Jiang Yunqin's first impression was that he was impeccable in appearance.
It can even be said that the reason why she, who is not very nosy, risked being discovered by the water ghost and kindly saved his life was mainly because the appearance of this young man made people feel that it would be a pity not to save him.
Although Jiang Yunqin knew that in the future he would probably marry the prince of Shu and complete the great path, no matter how good-looking he was, he was just a mortal who was drowning and could not save himself.
With an overly delicate appearance and a body as gentle as a scholar's, it's hard to stay in her world no matter how you look at it.
Jiang Qianjin also had a kind of peacock's pride and pity. She originally expected that after this young man woke up, he would have a different feeling for her, just like the group of young men from aristocratic families at the piano party. , pursuing her very much.
But what she didn't expect was that after he woke up, he was so calm and calm that he didn't behave like a person who was rescued from drowning.
Not to mention the admiring look in Jiang Yunqin's heart, it can be said that those eyes were as clear as water, and when he looked at her, he looked at her as if he were an ordinary mortal among all living beings.
He didn't even feel the gratitude he deserved for saving his life.
This made Jiang Yunqin feel vaguely uncomfortable at that time, but out of the reserve and pride of a daughter of your noble family, she would not take the initiative to talk to him.
It was Liu Qixue again. Seeing how handsome the young man was, she would get close and chat with him from time to time.
Sheng that young man has a calm temperament, but he is by no means a cold and taciturn person.
After chatting for a while, Jiang Yunqin realized that he was also here to participate in the Tianxi disciple selection.
Jiang Yunqin deliberately asked the guarding monks around him. They said that this young man had mediocre energy and simple breathing, so he was not a practitioner.
Hearing this, Jiang Yunqin smiled and said no more.
After crossing the river, she completely forgot about the young man who parted ways.
Unexpectedly, the young man who looked gentle and calm turned out to be a bit bloody and dared to hit people and cause trouble at the feet of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
But this bloodiness is based on stupidity.
Jiang Yunqin smiled knowingly, but she saw the dozen or so outer disciples showing subtle displeasure.
But when her eyes slid, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the girl in the green skirt who was holding his sleeve tightly behind the boy in white, curiously looking out half of her delicate and smart face.
The smile on Jiang Yunqin's lips froze, and his eyes became cold again.
"Oops!! I'm beating someone! Is there any royal law? I'm robbing someone's child in front of the immortal!! I beg the immortal to make the decision for the common people."
The man looked like a rogue, lying on the ground covering his chest and wailing.
His wife, on the other hand, rushed over on the ground, looking anxiously to see her child.
Perhaps Balian was too inactive, but with the child in his arms, the woman was actually calmer.
Balian's fingers left the child's eyebrows, his eyes looking thoughtful.
The Tianxi Sword Sect is most afraid of fighting when selecting disciples. Although there are many people here and it is chaotic, there are really not many who dare to cause trouble.
The dozen or so outer disciples immediately stopped what they were doing, each pressed their swords, and strode forward, their frowns and serious expressions giving an intimidating aura.
Jiang Yunqin hesitated for a moment, then raised the car curtain and said to Bai Lian: "This man is asking for money. If you don't want to make the matter bigger, just take some silver and he will not continue to make trouble."
Balian didn't speak, and just glanced at the man quietly with his dark eyes. He didn't reveal anything about the scenery, but it made the man's heart tremble for no reason. His body trembled and he actually became quiet.
"Why did you hurt someone for no reason!" Fan Hong pressed his sword with one hand and his eyes fell on Bailian.
Balian said calmly: "This child is about to die."
Fan Hong frowned, was he trying to pretend to be righteous and stand out?
He didn't understand how this young man came to participate in the disciple selection, and where he got the confidence to put on airs in front of him.
Could it be that he wanted to take a different approach and convince the immortals to look at him differently with his strength of character?
How naive!
The woman's wailing voice made him irritated for no reason. Fan Hong said with a cold and rigid face: "It is natural law for mortals to grow old, get sick, and die. Why, you want to say that it was our failure to save others that caused them to die?" This child? I’ve said it from the beginning, we are not doctors.”
Balian shook his head, and his feet suddenly moved. A stone flew out from the tip of his toe, hitting Mr. Charming's elbow. A jade flute slipped out of his sleeve, and turned into a colorful snake on the ground.
As everyone screamed, the face of Mr. Charming changed greatly. He took out a broken sword and slashed three times, cutting the poisonous snake into a puddle of pus before giving up.
Bailian turned up the child's wrist, and there were two tiny red dots there, which were the snake's kiss marks.
"Not only did he have a high fever, but he was also poisoned by a demon. I didn't say that you didn't want to save him, but is it inappropriate to allow someone who exorcises demons and hurts people to go up the mountain?"
The expressions of the dozen or so outer disciples changed drastically, and they suddenly turned to look at Han Qiuhe, a layman.
Han Qiuqi said with a cold face: "It's ridiculous! Just one snake can confirm that it's me who exorcises demons and hurts people? There are thousands of venomous snakes in the world, and there is no proof. Why do you think it's me?"
Balian looked down at the pool of venom on the ground: "The evidence has been destroyed, what else do you think there is to say?"
Fan Hong immediately thought about how to weigh the pros and cons between a mortal child and a casual cultivator with middle-grade spiritual roots.
The first level of selection is not only related to the fate of these selectors, but also related to the future fate of their group of outer disciples.
The more people who pass this batch, the more promising they will be for their future development in the sect.
Naturally, Fan Hong would not waste a spot that he had finally passed just for such a 'trivial matter'.
Not to mention that this is still baseless.
"This is just an ordinary child. What reason does he have for poisoning people? This matter is full of doubts. Our Tianxi Sword Sect will find out the truth on our own, and we don't want to easily ruin someone's future because of a misunderstanding."
It was obvious that he wanted to protect the casual cultivator.
Balian smiled and did not argue. He just turned his head and said softly to the crying woman: "Madam, do you still want your child to worship at such a mountain gate?"
The woman shook her head repeatedly, her eyes dim with tears: "I just want my child to live, as long as he lives well."
Bailian nodded and said: "Two hundred miles eastward, there is a Taoist temple named Bai Ling. If you go here, your child will have a different future."
Hearing this inexplicable sentence, Fan Hong felt very amused in his heart. Although Bo Ling Guan was not large in scale, it was actually a first-class cultivating sect. How could he accept such an ordinary child so casually?
His tone seemed to mean that as long as he traveled eastward to enter the temple, people would definitely know how to do it.
In just one sentence, Balian had already bypassed the dozens of disciples, randomly picked an altar, held up the child's hand, and placed it against the glass ball.
In an instant, the green and transparent light lit up the entire glass ball, turning into a beam of light and rising into the sky.
The light is pleasing to the eye, refreshing the heart and mind, and has the effect of soothing the spiritual platform.
The expressions of the dozen or so outer disciples suddenly turned pale: "High-grade alien spiritual roots!"
And judging from its turquoise color, it is one of the rare mystical medicinal spiritual roots.
This is really an unexpected surprise!
Fan Hong shook his hands, suppressing the excitement and ecstasy in his heart, and said hurriedly: "Quick! Get the antidote and give it to this little junior brother! Don't misunderstand the best opportunity for detoxification!"
Yes, the junior brothers have already called.
Everyone hurriedly took out various precious antidote elixirs and tried to give them to the child as if they were competing for credit.
After the woman was stunned for a moment, she looked at the young disciples who were crowding forward with her eyes, which were indescribably complicated.
Balian held the child in his arms and made no other movements. He just looked at the disciples who were running towards him with a half-smile.
The clear eyes without any criticism or ridicule shocked everyone, and they suddenly felt a sense of shame.
They all stopped, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Hahaha!!! Interesting!! Interesting!! Come and see this little kid!!"
An old Taoist priest in linen walked out of the crowd carrying a hoe. He was holding a leek-like weed in his hand. There were a few drops of night dew on the edge of the grass. The dew was very magical. When he flicked the sword on his wrist, it kept falling. Not falling, hanging from the ground without falling.
The old Taoist priest walked up to Balian, with a subtle hint of gratitude in his eyes. He put the hoe on the ground, and the leek-like grass seedlings in his hand shook the little boy's face.
A few drops of dew seeped silently into his skin, and then the dew seeped out of his body again. It was as black as ink jade, floating in the air. The old Taoist priest flicked his hands, and the black dew turned clear again, full and full. trembling.
Such a magical scene, even a group of mortals can see that this old Taoist priest is probably an expert.
"Hehe, you have good taste. I'll take this old Taoist priest."
Fan Hong's eyes fell on the weed in the old man's hand with deep disbelief. It was Bai Lingguan's inherited treasure, Nebula grass!
He recognized the Taoist priest's identity, and it turned out to be the master of Bo Ling Temple, a tribulation-transcending immortal who was out of reach of thousands of monks.
Thinking of this, Fan Hong's legs became weak.
After being an outer disciple for more than ten years, he had often heard that every day when the Xi Sword Sect was selecting disciples, there would always be a few shameless leaders of their sect quietly lurking at the foot of the mountain, peering out of boredom to see if any good seeds were born.
After all, when Tianxi recruits disciples, it gathers the largest and widest number of disciples.
If there really is a good prospect that they particularly like, those monster-like old guys will even lick an old face to compete with Tianxi to snatch him.
It's just that this kind of thing happens very rarely. Fan Hong didn't expect that he was so unlucky that it happened to him.
If such a high-grade spiritual root with its bright red roots was cut off halfway like this, his fault would be really serious.
With a mournful face, he hurriedly said: "Master Bai Ling, you are not doing this properly. After all, you are still in the realm of Baituo Mountain..."
