Although the Second Moon Sword was destroyed, this sword could inherit the name of the Moon Sword.
After staying quietly in the quiet room for nearly a month, the people outside were a little impatient.
On this day, Yuan Song came to the quiet room to take a look again as before. The person on duty today was Hong Hao.
Yuan Song asked, "Is there still no movement?"
Hong Hao shook his head. He glanced at Jingshi and said, "Mr. Yuan, I even suspect that I am not cultivated enough to notice the fluctuations. If the goddess has really repaired the constellation disk and left directly through the constellation disk, Then wouldn’t it be too…"
Yuan Song's eyes fell on him with dissatisfaction.
Hong Hao didn't say any more. Yuan Song scolded, "The goddess is not the kind of person who leaves silently, and even if the goddess leaves, as long as we don't see the goddess for a day, we will stay here to guard her. .”
Hong Hao sighed, "I understand what Mr. Yuan means. I saw many women walking around yesterday. I think they are waiting for the goddess, so I just wanted to say something in passing."
"They were saved by a goddess. It's normal to want to come and thank them. I will arrange it later..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the door of the quiet room was opened, and Zhao Ning walked out of the quiet room.
Yuan Song and Hong Hao were startled, then surprised, and quickly saluted Zhao Ning, "Goddess, you are finally out."
"Congratulations to the goddess for improving her cultivation." Yuan Song could see that Zhao Ning's cultivation seemed to have broken through a certain barrier.
Zhao Ning just nodded slightly, his expression as cold as ever.
Hong Hao was still a little curious, so he asked cautiously, "Goddess, what is your constellation chart?"
"Failed." Zhao Ning said flatly.
She didn't want to tell these people about Ye Feng's appearance. The more she talked about some things, the harder it would be to deal with them.
Yuan Song and Hong Hao were slightly stunned, then Yuan Song comforted Zhao Ning, "Goddess, it is difficult to repair this constellation disk, and failure is normal. I will ask the disciples in the palace to search for news about the meteorite iron."
"Yes." Zhao Ning responded calmly. Although Ye Feng told her that there was no meteorite iron in the entire Yangshen Realm, it did not mean that he said it. Zhao Ning completely trusted her and did not look for it. She still needed to look for what she should look for. Ichiban.
Zhao Ning walked forward, with Yuan Song and Hong Hao following behind. Not long after he left, he felt a little noisy outside.
Hong Hao glanced outside. He thought it was the group of women who had returned from Lei Yinze, but he found that it was not like that. This was the day when Yang Shen Realm accepted disciples once a year.
It was indeed lively, and almost all the children of sufficient age near Guantian City gathered here.
Hong Hao smiled and said, "I forgot, today is the day to open the pulse."
Zhao Ning had heard about opening the pulse before. According to Kunxu's view of opening the pulse, it was the Qi-entraining stage.
However, different cultivation circles have different opinions on this, not to mention that most of the exercises are not the same, but similar meanings are almost the same.
This opening of the meridians is the first step in practice.
Seeing that Zhao Ning seemed interested, Mr. Yuan immediately said, "Would you like to go to the temple to see the goddess?"
"Okay." Since we want to understand this place, we naturally have to understand it bit by bit.
Zhao Ning walked to the main hall with the two of them. The design of the Fengshen Palace was particularly grand, with tall doors and high doors. The main hall was very spacious. Four thick pillars that two people could hold together supported the structure of the entire main hall. In front of the main hall was a statue of a god. , the statue looks exactly like Ye Feng.
What is placed on the altar table of the statue is not a tribute, but a square of jade, which is round and smooth.
In front of the altar table, a middle-aged monk holding a whisk in his hand kowtowed respectfully to the stone statue. Behind him were children between the ages of eight and thirteen.
The children imitated the kowtow of the middle-aged monks and worshiped upward ignorantly.
Yuan Song introduced to Zhao Ning, "These children will have their pulse opened here. After the pulse opening is completed, they will go to various sects, and the sects will make their own choices."
"Of course, sometimes, our Fengshen Palace will leave a few children with excellent qualifications."
Zhao Ning was a little confused about what was going on, "All of you opened the pulse? What do you mean by opening the pulse?"
Yuan Song was slightly stunned. He didn't know why Zhao Ning asked this, but he thought it might be because Tianwai Kaimai was different.
"Opening the pulse is planting spiritual roots."
"Growing spiritual roots?"
Zhao Ning had never heard of planting spiritual roots. Even in Kyushu, all cultivators knew that it was extremely difficult to change spiritual roots.
The only person who had ever heard of the spiritual root cleansing was that Hu Lao Ba when the Danling Valley summoned immortals. And Zhao Ning knew that Hu Lao Ba had actually taken the elixir given by Jia Rui. Without the heaven-defying water, it would have been impossible. Refined successfully.
"Yes, spiritual roots are a gift from God. Only by receiving the gift from Yang Shen Tianzun in Fengshen Palace can you have the opportunity to practice." Yuan Song asked in a low voice, "Isn't it like this in Tianwai?"
In the main hall, a boy of about ten years old walked up to the statue, knelt under the statue and kowtowed three times, reciting some words enshrined by Yang Shen Tianzun, then stood up and put his hand on the jade stone.
In Zhao Ning's eyes, this boy had no spiritual roots at all, but after a moment, a spiritual light suddenly flashed between his eyebrows, and various spiritual roots immediately appeared in his body, which seemed to be four spiritual roots.
"Jin Li, eleven years old, four spiritual roots."
The sparkle of the Lingqiao point is like the brilliance overflowing from taking Lingqiao Powder, but Lingqiao Powder can only be taken if you are born with spiritual roots.
The strange thing about planting spiritual roots diluted the impression of spiritual aperture powder. Zhao Ning's consciousness swept over these children. At a glance, it turned out that all the children had no spiritual roots, and the spiritual apertures were dark.
Zhao Ning couldn't help but expand his consciousness. Yuan Song and Hong Hao noticed it, but they didn't dare to say anything. They just bowed and waited for Zhao Ning in confusion.
Divine consciousness traveled throughout Guantian City, and Zhao Ning discovered that indeed all non-cultivators in Guantian City had no spiritual roots, even the half-demon ones had no spiritual roots.
This made Zhao Ning extremely surprised. Even if his spiritual roots were mixed, in the common world where spiritual energy was scarce, there would not be a single person with spiritual roots in a city.
Withdrawing his spiritual consciousness, he moved his palms, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered in his hands. This spiritual energy of heaven and earth could even be said to be so rich that not even a single spiritual root could appear.
Is this the rule set by Ye Feng for the Yangshen Realm?
At this moment, another boy was heard asking the guiding monk, "Master Immortal, I... I can try again. I will definitely be able to plant spiritual roots."
The boy was only in his early ten years, nervous and disappointed, but unwilling to give up.
The monk in charge of guiding sighed and did not agree. He just announced in a loud voice, "Yu Shu, you can't plant spiritual roots. Next one."
Yu Shu turned around in despair, lowered his head and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Not everyone can plant spiritual roots. We don't know why. Maybe they are not in the eyes of Tianzun."
Yuan Song sighed.
Zhao Ning was silent, doubtful, glanced at Xiao Yu Shu, and then quietly watched this weird spiritual root planting ceremony.
After the ceremony, the monk in charge of guiding noticed Yuan Song and hurriedly bowed his hands in greeting, "Elder Yuan, there were originally thirty children for the test, but today there are only twenty. A total of fifteen people have planted spiritual roots. Three spirits." There are five people above the root.”
Regardless of whether the spiritual roots are mixed or not, the probability that this can be planted is extremely high.
This world of cultivation is really weird.
"I'm walking around the city, so you don't have to follow me," Zhao Ning said.
Yuan Song stopped Zhao Ning and held a storage bag in his hand.
"This storage bag contains treasures from the demon clan's treasury. The demon clan Lei Yinze was destroyed by the goddess alone. The things in this treasury are naturally owned by the goddess."
Zhao Ning was a little surprised by their attitude. Zhao Ning accepted it without saying anything.
Guantian City is currently busy, with pedestrians coming and going on the streets and vendors shouting loudly.
Xiao Yushu walked into the alley with great disappointment.
After a while, a little girl ran up. When the little girl saw his appearance, she understood immediately. She put her arm on Yu Shu and said, "Oh, little elm tree, don't be sad. Look, I haven't planted it either." Isn’t the spiritual root good? From now on, we can just find a small worker to make a living, or you can farm and I can weave.”
Her childish words made the passersby around her laugh a little.
"It's okay, Xiaolu. I'm just a little sad. If I can plant spiritual roots, I can become an immortal and protect you and my brother."
"It's okay. You can protect me now. Didn't you help me drive away those gangsters before?"
Xiaolu comforted Yu Shu like a little adult. Yu Shu burst into laughter and finally came out of the loss just now.
Zhao Ning had no intention of following them, it was just a coincidence.
She passed by the inn where she had stayed temporarily and didn't pay much attention to it, but after taking a few steps, Zhao Ning paused slightly and turned her head to glance at the door of the inn. The shopkeeper was seeing the guests out.
There was something slightly wrong with his face, as if he was a little older. It seemed that the half-demon had given the shopkeeper a headache before, and even his hair had turned a few gray.
Zhao Ning shook her head and released her consciousness. She wanted to see if the half-demon in the backyard was still living in the inn, but she didn't expect to see something else unexpectedly.
It was the same two kids just now, talking and laughing and forgetting their previous sadness, but they didn't want to be surrounded by people as soon as they entered the alley.
Several half-year-old children were surrounding them, laughing and laughing, "Little elm tree, elm head, even Lord Tianzun despises it."
"What did you say?!" Xiao Lu angrily stood up and stared at them, wanting to quarrel with them.
Yu Shu grabbed her, "So what if you laugh at me? How many of you can plant spiritual roots and become immortals!"
"We won't listen to your nonsense. We can still test it next year. Unlike you, you will never be able to plant spiritual roots. You will always be a mortal."
The little devils didn't care about little Yu Shu at all.
Xiao Lu was so aroused by these words that his eyes were on fire. He rushed out and beat a bunch of little guys on the ground. Several people started fighting. Xiao Yu Shu was so shocked that he wanted to save Xiao Lu, but he saw Xiao Lu being beaten. He became more and more ruthless, no longer scrupulous, and directly fought with them.
Occasionally, passers-by would watch and pass by. They just regarded it as a child playing and did not pay much attention. They even gave some instructions on how to fight.
Until a woman rushed over with thin bamboo strips and broke up a few fighting brats.
Xiao Lu and Xiao Yu Shu stood there with their heads lowered, but they glanced at each other and then burst out laughing. They seemed relieved to have vented their anger.
The person holding the thin bamboo stick was Xiaolu's mother. The woman drove away a few children, then came over with a stern face and lectured Xiaolu, saying that Xiaolu had the temperament of a boy.
Xiaolu replied that this was the only way to protect herself.
Xiao Lu’s mother-in-law didn’t show her affection and would hit her with a thin bamboo stick. Xiao Lu shrank directly behind Xiao Yu Shu. Xiao Yu Shu was also very loyal and held her little head high to protect Xiao Lu.
Mother Xiaolu was amused by this appearance. She put down the thin bamboo stick and said, "Okay, okay, I won't fight. Xiao Yushu will invite your brother to come to our house for dinner later."
The two children left with the adults.
This Guantian City is more like Xiuzhenfang City, but more comfortable than Kunxufang City. Cultivators and ordinary people live together. Ordinary people do not respect cultivators too much, and most cultivators are not very aloof. People on the road There are not many children, the youngest seems to be as old as little Yu Shu.
Zhao Ning walked around until night.
Seeing little Yu Shu holding a boy who had lost half his leg into a house, Xiao Lu happily opened the door and welcomed little Yu Shu in.
At night, the two boys returned to their home and fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how long it took, little Yu Shu had a dream, dreaming that he was in a vast sect. Many young people in the sect were practicing basic physical training techniques in a huge square. There is momentum.
Little Yu Shu couldn't help but stare blankly, and then unconsciously followed the young man in the square to perform physical exercises. However, the pure imitation made his performance particularly clumsy. Fortunately, he did not give up at all. After a while, his movements turned out to be somewhat skillful. He got up and just like that, he had already completed a whole set of exercises with them.
Then the young men stopped their movements, bowed their hands towards the main hall, and then flew away in groups chatting in the sky and riding the wind.
Xiao Yushu looked at them flying in the wind with envy in his eyes, wondering if he could be like them if he could plant spiritual roots today.
At this moment, a faint voice suddenly appeared next to him, "Want to learn?"
