“No one is plowing the wasteland, but when it is plowed there are people who fight for it.”
The old Taoist priest laughed heartily, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "You just kept saying that Tianxi is a place where rules are enforced, but I look at you, you kid, you act without discipline and let the wind blow you.
Just now, the child's mother knelt on the ground and begged, saying, "I am not a doctor, and my life and death have been thrown away lightly. But now I am really happy to call a little junior brother, and take this treasure of elixir that is tightly covered in my pocket." De is also extremely generous. "
"What about the realm of Baituo Mountain? The Tianxi Sword Sect is a famous and authentic sect, and this kid has not sold himself to Tianxi. Why, are you still trying to force him to keep him?"
Fan Hong smiled helplessly. If it were anyone else, he would not dare to mock Tianxi disciples so wantonly in the White Camel Mountain in front of everyone.
But the old Taoist priest in front of him is Zhenren Bai Ling, a great master and the leader of the first-class immortal sect.
Even the lord of the sect has invited the master of the spirit temple three times, a worldly master who lives in the White Tuo Elder's guest house.
In front of this old Taoist priest, an insignificant outer disciple like Fan Hong really had no say at all.
He could only nod his head repeatedly and said respectfully: "But today is the day when our sect opens its gate. This child was brought here all the way by his father in order to worship the Tianxi. You, the old man, are so blatantly robbing people." , I’m afraid we won’t be able to explain it to the sect leader.”
"Don't use your sword master to oppress people!" The old Taoist priest said without fear on his face: "It's true that this child has a high-grade spiritual root, but he has a top-grade medicinal spiritual root. He is a natural medicine cauldron, which can be used for treatment." A great achievement in technique.
Tianxi majors in the art of military swordsmanship, and the two attributes conflict with each other. Even if he joins the Tianxi Sword Sect, in the future he will be nothing more than an inner sect disciple who cannot achieve high or low standards, Qi Dafei. "
How could Fan Hong be willing to lose such a rare high-grade spiritual root from his hands? At this moment, he was extremely annoyed with the nosy Bailian.
He secretly grinded his teeth, forced a smile on his face, and said: "My lord, the sect master, has always cherished talents and cherished them. If he..."
"If he were here -" the old Taoist priest glared, showing no mercy, and said coldly: "I will expel you, a selfish person, from the sect as soon as possible!"
Fan Hong's body suddenly froze!
The old Taoist priest sneered: "Sword Master loves talents, but he is a true gentleman who does not cheat in small things and does not leak in secret. Why do you think your sect leader founded the mountain and selected him?
Is it to open up the mountain gate or to strengthen the Tianxi? neither! The sword master's heart is all about the common people. The selection of disciples today is not for personal gain, but for the prosperity of the righteous path! "
"If the sword master is here, it is precisely because this son is one of the top-grade spiritual roots in the world that he will not cut off his creation for his own benefit. With your short vision, I am afraid that you will not be able to see a Taoist healing herbalist. Is it the true meaning to the righteous path of the Immortal Sect?”
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In the gurgling stream, a man stood crossing the stream with his clothes hanging down. His sleeves were flying, and he held a large pen in his hand. Ink dripped from the tip of the pen, fell into the stream, and dispersed.
This man's eyes are as bright as stars, his waist is slender and his temples are slender, he has an extraordinary aura, and he wields a large pen in his arms as gracefully as a dragon.
The cursive calligraphy of Wei stele written by swiping a wolf's hair is like a dragon and a snake on the water surface, the iron is painted with silver hooks, and the ink strokes are black but not astringent. The fonts are dense and mountainous, and the tip of the pen is like a fairy. The ink entering the water contains three parts of carefree wind and seven parts of majestic atmosphere.
'Don't you see, a man is as bold as a mountain, and the storm only lasts a moment. '
A line of large ink characters merged in the stream and never dispersed. When the brush and ink were drawn back, a majestic and frivolous sword aura was revealed, making the gurgling water have the potential to rush through the Five Mountains and Guangling during the heavy rain.
The man's hair and clothes were all soaked. He stroked his hair and chuckled: "The old Taoist priest from Bai Lingguan has a clever mouth. He openly and openly robs people with Tianxi, and he doesn't forget to flatter the sect leader. There is no fault in Fan Dayi's awe-inspiring words. If this person is not let go, he will become our Tianxi's fault."
Yun Rong was dressed in regular clothes, leaning against a tree with his sword in his arms, observing the ink sword energy seriously, and said calmly: "Although that boy's spiritual roots are good, he is not suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Third brother, your attainments in the "Cao Seal Sword Book" You have made a lot of progress, if you have some free time, why not try the sword with me?"
Jing Kuang, who is known as the Kuangcao Sword, laughed loudly and said: "If you don't try it, I don't know what kind of anger my junior sister has suffered in the demon world this time. She actually has a bit more murderous intent that she didn't have before. If I try it with you, Here comes the sword, senior brother, I’m afraid I won’t have time to sleep tonight.”
There are carp leaping in the river, and the silver hook cuts through the water, disturbing the spring wrinkles of the stream. There is an angler on the rocky bank of the stream. The man wearing a straw hat raises the pole and retracts the hook. The koi carp that is biting the bait and unable to escape is skillfully caught by him. Throw it back into the stream.
And that line of wildly cursive ink characters disappeared.
It seems simple to flick the hook to collect the bait and release the fish back into the stream. There is no other unusual behavior.
But the motionless grass seal sword script in the stream was easily broken by this fish and bait.
Jingkuang's eyes fell on the white jade sword carried behind the man in the hat, and he chuckled: "It seems that the Sixth Junior Brother Zhongyou and his team have already achieved great success in the Mountain and River Sword."
Six Swordswoman Pei gathered up her fallen collar to cover up the old wounds on her neck. He lowered his eyes and looked at the fish in the water.
"Those with spiritual roots have beautiful inner treasures. Therefore, it is necessary to use spiritual stones as a supplement to get a glimpse of the quality of the spiritual roots. The young man seems to have a mediocre aura, but he can detect that this childish person is extraordinary among the crowd, but Regarding this vision, it is also something that can be created..."
Jing Kuang said: "Why did you suddenly stop talking?"
Six Swords Ji Pei turned her head and looked at the woman under the tree calmly: "Fourth Senior Sister, your Taoist heart is messed up."
The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi each have their own abilities. In terms of spiritual perception, Ji Pei, who came after Po Li, is the strongest. Although Jing Kuang did not notice that Yun Rong was in a different state of mind, since he said that she was upset.
That must be a mess.
"Oh?" Jing Kuang's eyes suddenly became interested, and she touched her chin and looked towards Yun Rong: "This is really a strange thing. Everything is fleeting, and all the benefits are in vain. Sword madmen will also be confused sometimes. ?”
Yun Rong frowned slightly and said: "The water flows but the surroundings are silent. You can find the joy of silence wherever there is noise. Your heart is just moving despite the mountains and rivers."
Six Swords Ji Pei ignored her mysterious statement and spoke mercilessly: "Does Fourth Senior Sister know that young man?"
Yun Rong looked cold and tilted his head to one side: "I don't know him."
Ji Pei nodded and said: "I think this young man is quite strong-willed and has a gentle and proud temperament. It would be better for Shen Zhan to accept him as his disciple. Your Shaoqing Peak is similar to Fourth Senior Sister's Quanxue Peak. If You have really raised a good sword embryo, and you will be able to test swords with Fourth Senior Sister more often in the future, and you will save yourself the trouble of being pestered by her day and night."
On the bank of the stream, there suddenly appeared another graceful figure. She was wearing Tianxi school uniform, but she did not have a sword on her waist. She was holding a very thin golden embroidery needle in her hand.
The woman named Shen Zhan ranked eleventh, and her sword was named Fengyi. It was an old sword of the Qin State, like the Shanhe Sword behind Ji Pei.
The woman was walking barefoot in the stream, her embroidered shoes hanging between her arms in an elegant way.
She looked at Ji Pei with a wry smile on her face: "My Fengyi Sword is not suitable for men to learn."
There was silence for a moment on the bank of the creek in the quiet night.
The joking in Ji Pei's eyes dissipated, he gave a faint hum and stopped talking.
Shen Zhan lifted up his skirt, sat down on the bank not far from Ji Pei, raised his eyes to the sky, and said softly: "Han Qiuhe has no intention of driving snakes to hurt people, but it is useless."
Ji Pei swung the fishing rod, his expression unchanged: "The one who comes is not good, just wait and see what happens."
Jing sighed wildly: "Tall trees attract ghosts and gods."
As he was about to finish his words, sparkling streams rose up under his feet. There was no sound in all directions, but the ancient words of heaven and earth seemed to be hidden in the water flow. Huge water droplets burst out of the stream, and quickly turned into ice droplets, rolling away on the surface of the water. .
Jing crazily holds the pen in the tiger's mouth, and suddenly there is blood!
He stared, his brows filled with a layer of frosty white, and sighed again, saying: "The monster in the Changqing Pavilion has been making a lot of noise these days, and Second Master Ba Qing may be very busy tonight. "
Changqing Pavilion is one of the scenic spots and historic sites of Tianxi Sword Sect, and it is also the place where disciples practice regularly in the morning and dusk.
But few people know that under the pavilion chasing the sunset, surrounded by mountains and rivers, suppresses an ancient chi.
Chi is holding the dragon.
Now in this continent, the true dragon has long been extinct, and is nowhere to be found in the world.
The dragon gave birth to nine sons, one of whom was Chi.
Of course, this is just a legend. Ancient Chi is thousands of miles away from a sacred being like the true dragon, and at most he contains the thin blood of the dragon clan in his body.
But even so, with just that little bit of blood, it turned into a great demon that dominated the ancient times, making many immortals and Buddhas tremble.
Two hundred years ago, Princess Pei of the Six Swords was practicing in the shaman land of southern Xinjiang. When she encountered this strange creature, she was eating people and swallowing mountains in the local area.
He fought to the death with this ancient chi for three years, and was almost forced to fall and break his sword. If not for the chance encounter with King Youyin to help him, this ancient chi would probably have caused trouble for another thousand years and become a demon!
Afterwards, he brought the seriously injured Gu Chi back to the Tianxi Sword Sect, and kept him under the Changqing Pavilion, and was guarded by Ba Qing, the immortal beast who listened to Buddhism in ancient times.
But tonight, there was another snake venom scene.
It is clearly a cold winter night, but in this cold forest and old mountain, there are secret changes. There is a huge phenomenon of the Waking of Insects, hundreds of insects are chirping, and everything is shocked!
Thinking about it, among the group of disciples who came to the mountain gate this year, some may have started to have ideas about Gu Chi.
In Outer Mountain Fan Village, Fan Hong couldn't twist his thigh with his arms. How dare he continue to be arrogant in the face of a great master.
In the end, the boy was accepted by Master Boling as his disciple.
The child's mother saw that the old Taoist priest's ability to transform diseases and relieve disasters was even more superb. Even the disciples of Tianxi respected him. She was not stupid. She knew that the child in her family must have met him by fate. Noble person.
I couldn't help but burst into tears of gratitude, and I knelt on the ground and thanked him profusely.
The weeds in the hands of the old Taoist priest turned into dust. He waved the whisk lightly and looked at Balian with a smile. He said, "Young man, although I can't tell you what your qualifications are, my demeanor and vision are absolutely incredible." If you are not an ordinary person, are you willing to join my sect?"
A dozen outer disciples and Jiang Qianjin in the car were stunned when they heard this.
Although Bai Lingguan is not as prosperous as the Tianxi Sword Sect, it is still one of the few first-class immortal sects in the world. The incense has been passed down for thousands of years. How can it accept disciples so casually?
At least you should check to see if this person has spiritual roots.
Otherwise, if he is just a mortal, or just a miscellaneous spiritual root, no matter how extraordinary his vision is, it will still be difficult to achieve success.
Liu Qixue looked curiously, looked at Bailian and said with a smile: "This young master is very lucky. Although Bai Ling Temple is not large, this real Bai Ling has a very protective nature and treats the disciples in the temple with contempt. If he can become a real person, he will probably become a famous figure in the immortal sect in the future."
Jiang Yunqin's mood was complicated. She was able to worship the Tianxi through her spiritual roots. However, among the Tianxi, there were many peerless geniuses. With her soft-hearted nature, it was probably a blessing to be able to become an inner disciple.
But this young man was so lucky because of a small thing that the immortal took him as his disciple. Looking at this situation, he must be trained by Bo Lingguan.
In terms of future prospects, he may not be worse than himself.
Thinking of this, she became more and more annoyed.
Regarding the old Taoist priest's invitation, Bai Lian smiled politely and said, "Thank you for your love, Master, but I only care about Tianxi. I'm afraid I will let down Master's kindness."
He actually refused? !
Everyone was stunned. Seeing his calm and confident appearance, they couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea in their hearts.
Could it be that this young man, relying on his possession of a rare and peerless spiritual root that is even rarer than a high-grade spiritual root, wants to compete for a place in this Tianxi? !
Fan Hong couldn't care less about the unhappiness that had just happened. If he were asked to screen out one top-grade spiritual root, it would be a great achievement, and a thousand high-grade spiritual roots would be more than enough.
Full of excitement and anticipation, he quickly invited Bai Lian to go to the altar and touch the glazed spiritual ball.
Balian glanced at him with a smile, but did not go. Instead, he went around to the last group, folded his arms and said: "The rules of the Tianxi Sword Sect are like mountains, and the laws are unbreakable. In order not to cause trouble to others, I still abide by the rules." Shall we line up? Anyway, I'm not sick, so I can afford to wait."
The more he puts on airs, the more people think he has money up his sleeve and is confident.
Liu Qixue burst into laughter: "The ink in this young master's belly is really dark."
Jiang Yunqin was in the same mood as Fan Hong at the moment. He was also disturbed by Balian's unreasonable behavior. He felt that this person was really arrogant to the extreme.
Fan Hong was slapped in the face one after another. Although he was anxious, he couldn't say anything more. He just forced himself to endure it. Finally, when Bai Lian came, the big stone in his heart became more stable.
He fiddled with the glazed spirit ball on the table, with a good attitude, and said with a smile: "Plan your own affairs and be loyal to your duties. I hope this little brother will not take it to heart."
Balian did not answer. He raised his palm and placed it on the surface of the sphere under the expectant gazes of the dozen outer disciples.
For a long time... there was no movement.
Fan Hong blinked blankly, looking a little silly.
The fellow student next to him also blinked with a strange expression: "Is this spiritual stone broken?"
There are thousands of people coming to participate in the selection today. Even if they are mortals with ordinary blood, even if they do not possess spiritual roots, as living beings among all living beings, their ordinary bodies will still contain the fresh spirits of heaven and earth. force.
Therefore, the glass ball will give some light reaction more or less.
There was no radiance at all, it was like touching a dead thing...
Perhaps the impact of the gap between the front and back was too great. Fan Hong squinted his eyes unwillingly and stared at the glazed spiritual ball, trying to find a miracle.
The next moment, his eyelids twitched fiercely, he took a deep breath and said: "The spirit stone is not broken."
He pointed at the glass ball, his eyes returning to the formulaic indifference: "It's gray."
In the center of the sphere, the color of the traces that have melted away is gray and blends with the night, so it is extremely difficult to find.
Gray weather...
That is a spiritual root that is even more rubbish than a useless spiritual root.
This is simply more desperate than those without spiritual roots. At least mortals without spiritual roots may still be able to plant them if they have a great chance to obtain spiritual roots with similar attributes, or to mix countless rare treasures from heaven. Lower spiritual roots.
But this gray aura is clearly the root of death.
The undead root is extremely stubborn, as deep-rooted as a stubborn stone. In other words, it is just sitting in a manhole without shit. No matter how many elixirs and herbs are thrown at it, it will be useless, and even replacing the spiritual root will not work.
A destined waste, brought into the sect is a waste of food rations.
Suddenly, the dozen or so outer disciples felt very unlucky.
The depression in Jiang Yunqin's heart was suddenly lifted. She relaxed her brows and chuckled: "I should have had good luck, but because of my excessive pride, I lost both sesame seeds and watermelon. I lost everything." null."
Liu Qixue didn't understand why she, who had always been gentle and gentle, was so harsh and mean to this young man.
However, although this may not sound good, it makes sense.
Now, the immortal Taoist priest might not dare to accept him.
Fan Hong said calmly: "It seems that this little brother has no fate with Tianxi and Bai Lingguan."
There was no embarrassment on Bailian's face. He retracted his palm and put it into his sleeve.
Master Bai Ling kindly helped him resolve the embarrassment and said: "The old Taoist is not a person who breaks his promise. Although it is difficult for the dead soul to become a great road, if you are willing to practice with me, the old Taoist can teach you the method of strengthening your body and prolonging your life, and teach you how to distinguish The practice of medicine has its own destiny in this world."
Balian saw the old Taoist priest's eyes full of concern. Although he was mostly partial to the little boy because of his face, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.
He chuckled and said: "A true man is a righteous person, but Bai Lingguan is indeed not suitable for juniors. What I want in my heart is still Tianxi."
Fan Hong frowned when he saw what he said was so shameless. Because he had nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, he became more and more angry when he spoke: "Tianxi Sword Sect, we don't accept waste!"
The remaining dozen or so outer disciples laughed loudly.
Jiang Yunqin also laughed and shook his head: "It's your own humiliation."
There was no trace of humiliation on Bailian's face. He calmly took out a spirit lock bag inlaid with silver embroidery from his sleeve.
"I heard that the Tianxi Sword Sect also has a rule. If you participate in the selection of disciples, you can hand over a hundred resentful ghosts to pass the spiritual root test."
"Huh?" Fan Hong couldn't help laughing and looked at the spirit bag in his hand with a playful expression: "Do you think I would believe that a person with a necromancy root can subdue hundreds of resentful ghosts?"
Resentful ghosts are not evil ghosts. Resentful ghosts are all responsible for causing harm, and the evil spirit must have been brewing for at least five hundred years before they can cause resentment!
One hundred resentful ghosts, that is a workload that only an inner disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect can complete in ten years.
