Every night, the academy holds a regular meeting to discuss and deal with various issues in the day's competition. On the 21st, because it was the end of the first round, the meeting was extremely long.
It was now Hai hour, and there was one last topic left in the meeting, which was to determine the 90-person semi-finals list.
Even though everyone was a monk, they all felt exhausted.
According to the rules, the top three in each group will advance to the next round, and the remaining fifteen will be selected by everyone. After two years of getting along, every teacher present had their own little calculations. At this time, they naturally wanted to work hard to get the students they liked selected.
So everyone got energetic and prepared to start a verbal battle.
Yuan Shanchang coughed slightly and planned to set a tone first and determine a broad principle framework for the by-election list to avoid an ugly fight.
But he saw Geng Supervisor stood up first.
He stretched out his hand and a letter appeared in his hand.
"My colleagues, I have here a letter from the sect, which was written by Deputy Hall Master Qin of the Jiaodian Hall of Chuangongyuan..."
Jiaodian Hall is responsible for guiding the practice and teaching of the world's cultivation schools, and is the direct superior of the Shuyang County School. This deputy hall master Qin is one of the three deputy hall masters of the hall. It is said that he is a strict man and cannot tolerate sand in his eyes.
Geng Supervisor's face was red and he said loudly:
"Vice Hall Master Qin attaches great importance to our selection in Shuyang County and wrote a letter to express his concern..."
When everyone heard this, they all applauded and felt proud.
Yuan Cheng frowned. If the deputy head of the Canon Hall has any work instructions, he should contact his official position directly. What does it mean to write a letter to Geng Changce?
Geng jumping out at this time may not be a good intention.
Sure enough, Geng Supervisor continued to say: "The old man said that our County Guan School must firmly remember its fundamental responsibility of delivering excellent immortal seedlings to the sect, and not become one of those messy training courses in the world..."
He cast a sidelong glance at Yuan Shanchang, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Those guys who only know how to use fists and don't even have any cultivation base must not get into our team of immortal seedlings! Those who don't have cultivation base must not—"
Participate in the selection! "
Geng Supervisor collected the letter and said with unmistakable pride in his tone: "Master Shanda, the content of Deputy Hall Master Qin's letter is roughly the same. Do you want to read it?"
"No need," Yuan Cheng said with a faint smile: "The supervisor is a person that the deputy hall master values so how could he misunderstand the meaning of the letter?"
Geng Changce laughed loudly: "As a disciple, I, the deputy hall master Qin's teachings, have always kept them in my heart."
In fact, he was not a disciple of Elder Qin, but he was just familiar with one of his disciples. The last time I sought the position of Chief of the County Guanshan Mountain, I entrusted this person to him, and after some back and forth, I got connected with Elder Qin.
However, although Elder Qin agreed to help, he obviously didn't have much intention. Otherwise, how could he, a mountain leader, be intercepted halfway?
This time he also contacted the familiar disciple and reported what happened to Yang Zhen in Shuyang County. It turns out that I just wanted to give Yuan Cheng some eye drops, so I didn't necessarily have much hope. He had never thought about this, but Elder Qin was very concerned about it. He actually wrote a letter and gave instructions in his own hand. How could he not be overjoyed?
He stopped covering up and asked directly: "Chief, what will happen to Yang Zhen in the rematch tomorrow?"
Yuan Cheng was disheartened and waved his hand: "Just do as Deputy Hall Master Qin said. We will notify him when he comes to the arena tomorrow."
Boy named Yang, don’t blame me for not helping you! He sighed in his heart.
It’s just that you’re too naive. It’s already this time and you’re still putting off practicing!
This is your own fault!
…
If it weren't for special circumstances, why would Yang Zhen have been putting off practicing?
He has wanted to practice for a long time, and he doesn't want to wait any longer. He can't wait to practice right away!
That night, in the bluestone space.
Yesterday, he drank the last glass of water provided by the formation. Now that twelve hours have passed, the impact on the spiritual roots should have fully taken effect!
This means that starting tonight, he can practice!
"Yiyi, check the length of my spiritual roots." Yang Zhen requested impatiently.
In these more than three hundred days, the little thing had tested his spiritual roots countless times, and he was already familiar with it. Soon, the results came out:
"Ten inches! Brother, your current wood spirit root is exactly ten inches!"
"Can I practice?" Yang Zhen asked.
"Of course!"
"Okay! I want to practice now!"
"No problem, brother, I'll help you!"
Yang Zhen took a medium-grade wood attribute spirit stone and placed it next to Yiyi. The petals of the grass completely wrapped the spirit stone.
After a while, the wood spiritual energy with the fresh smell of vegetation diffused from the leaf petals.
Yang Zhen closed her eyes and rested her mind, and started step by step according to the formula of "Yunxiao Qi Movement"...
Internal view of the internal organs. The liver instantly lit up with a green light, which was dazzling.
External sensation all over the body. Countless green starlights have enveloped him, and his whole body is filled with warmth. A strong desire arises in his heart to open his mind and embrace these starlights.
He took a deep breath and slowly, slowly, released this desire.
In the past two years and seven hundred and nine days and nights, for the first time, he didn't have to suppress himself and the longing for them deep in his body.
He was like a tourist who had been trekking in the desert for many years and finally came to the rippling blue lake.
The green light in the liver suddenly shined brightly, and countless spiritual energy rushed towards it like moths to the flame.
Yang Zhen quickly calmed down, recited the mantra silently, and started to circulate her meridians according to the requirements of the technique.
His physical body at this time was at least at the fifth level of Qi training. After the spiritual energy entered his body, there was no need to change his physique, but directly impacted the meridians.
Each of the three levels and one orifice requires about 25 strands of spiritual energy to wash away.
If it is broken through less than 25 strands, it is not a good thing. It means that your meridians are weaker than ordinary people. If you hit the realm in the future, the possibility of damage to your meridians will also be higher than ordinary people.
On the contrary, if more spiritual energy is needed to break through the barrier, the meridians will certainly be tougher than ordinary people. But on the road to cultivation in the future, every step of your journey will take more effort than others.
Therefore, 25 wisps, the average level for most people, is generally accepted by the world of immortal cultivation as the most suitable meridian qualification.
The first level, Yumen.
A large amount of spiritual energy was gathering here, giving him a faint feeling of swelling, pain and stretching.
The characteristic of [Yunxiao Qi Xing Jue] is that when the spiritual energy is not enough to break through the barrier, it will stay there until enough spiritual energy is gathered to break through the barrier in one fell swoop.
As the spiritual energy gathered more and more, the feeling of swelling and pain became more and more intense.
"Yiyi," Yang Zhen said nervously, "How long has it been? Can I continue to absorb spiritual energy?"
"It's just the beginning!" The little thing encouraged him: "Brother, come on!"
Her voice was soft and gentle, and seemed to have a magical power. Yang Zhen immediately felt at ease.
He no longer hesitated, relaxed his mind, and continued to absorb spiritual energy.
There is more and more spiritual energy in Yumen, and the swelling and pain gradually turn into a burning sensation, and it gets hotter and hotter.
Yang Zhen heard from Zhao Yue'er that this was a sign that the barrier was about to be opened, and he was overjoyed!
ps: When it comes to specific practice, it takes a lot of brainpower. (covering face)
