Zhao Lin was taken aback. In the past, the spirit beast picture would react like this when encountering good spirits. But now it was a "stone" in his hand, not a living thing. What was the purpose of sucking it?
Do you want to absorb the spiritual energy inside?
His mind was racing, and he knew that he definitely couldn't do this here and now, so he quickly handed the spirit stone back to He Shaoqun.
There are many magic weapons and spiritual objects in the world of cultivating immortals. If something strange happens to you, it will definitely arouse suspicion from outsiders, but it is not as easy as in this world to get away with it.
He Shaoqun was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Senior brother, are you going to stop watching now?"
Zhao Lin's heart was shaken, but his face was calm as usual, and he smiled and said: "Senior brother likes it very much, but he is afraid that he won't let go."
Several young people laughed after hearing this, and Senior Brother Xun couldn't help but smile.
After dinner, everyone put away the leftover dishes and chopsticks. The sky gradually darkened, and several teenagers yawned again.
Senior Brother Xun glanced outside the Taoist Temple and said leisurely: "Those two will probably arrive tomorrow. Senior Brother will not be here anymore, so you should rest early."
Everyone responded and went back to their rooms.
The moon climbed up to the treetops and shone through the windows into the house.
Zhao Lin lay fully clothed on the bed, listening to the subtle snores coming from the rooms on both sides, and felt a long-lost peace in his heart.
A night of silence.
The next day, everyone got up and washed up. Feeling a little bored, they walked outside the temple together to accompany Senior Brother Xun and the two disciples.
They waited until noon and neither of them showed up.
Zhao Lin took four more junior brothers and sisters to the city for dinner. When he came back, he saw a tall young man wearing a slant-collar robe standing in front of the Taoist temple, talking to Senior Brother Xun.
"Here comes another one!"
Zhu Cong jumped up and ran over, while the others also quickened their pace.
When he got closer, he saw that the young man had an old appearance, his hands and feet were grown, his frame was thick, his cheeks were red, but his eyes were very clear.
Zhao Lin's heart moved, thinking that this young man did not look like a person from the Central Plains.
He has participated in martial arts competitions many times and met many foreign races. Judging from the appearance of this young man, he probably came from the northern Wushu.
"Senior brother, what's your name?" Zhu Cong ran over and asked.
The tall young man lowered his head and glanced at Zhu Cong, then replied in unfamiliar Chinese dialect: "My name is Tong Mu."
"The last name is Tong?"
Zhu Cong looked curious, "And this last name?"
Brother Xun smiled and explained: "It's not copper or iron, it's a single person plus the word "dong". He is from Di."
"Di people? No wonder they look different from us."
Several teenagers suddenly realized.
Nowadays, martial arts in Vietnam are prosperous, and the surrounding countries dare not disturb him. The few young men are not hostile to Tong Mu, but just ask about his origins.
Tong Mu was a little cautious at first, but after seeing everyone's friendly attitude, he gradually relaxed and told his story one by one.
Just as Zhao Lin guessed, Tong Mu was a Wushu person and the son of a herdsman. When he was three years old, his father died in a tribal conflict. His mother was also taken away to another tribe to remarry, and he himself became a slave of a noble.
He had been herding sheep since he was a child, until the stationed monk passed by and discovered that he had a low-grade spiritual root with both wind and wood attributes...
After everyone listened, they all looked at Li Sancai. Their experiences were somewhat similar, but in comparison, Li Sancai was more miserable.
Zhao Lin took out two steamed buns from the bag and patted Tong Mu on the shoulder, "You came just in time, the stuff is still warm."
Seeing that Zhao Lin was a bit older than a few teenagers, Tong Mu thought he was a resident monk, so he quickly bent down to take it, "Thank you... Taoist Priest."
Everyone laughed when they heard this, but Tong Mu looked confused, not knowing what he said wrong.
Zhao Lin didn't take it seriously, shook his head slightly and said: "If you don't want to be a Taoist priest, just call me Senior Brother Zhao."
Only then did Tong Mu realize that Zhao Lin, like them, was also a disciple who was about to start.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhao."
Tong Mu changed his words to say thank you, then picked up the buns, one bite at a time, and finished them in a hurry.
Except for Zhao Lin, several of the teenagers present were dealing with foreigners for the first time, and they had never been to the northern grasslands. They all pestered Tong Mu to tell him stories about the grasslands.
It's a pity that Tong Mu deals with cattle and sheep all day long, and his life is very boring. After talking dryly for a while, the teenagers fell asleep.
Senior Brother Xun stood outside the Taoist temple, frequently looking into the distance, seeming to pay great attention to the last person.
Zhao Lin thought to himself: "There are six people now, three low-grade spiritual roots and three medium-grade spiritual roots. I wonder what grade the last person is?"
As soon as this thought came together, I heard Senior Brother Xun's laughter coming from outside: "Brother Hong, you are finally here!"
Everyone rushed out of the Taoist temple and saw a Taoist priest leading a young man in a blue shirt walking down the avenue.
No need to ask, the boy in blue shirt is the last disciple.
He was tall and tall, with handsome features. He was wearing a robe with a round collar and narrow sleeves, a leather belt around his waist, and black boots, looking like a warrior.
Zhao Lin was surprised. Everyone came here accompanied by themselves or their families, but this young man was the only one who was personally seen off by the stationed monk.
It seems that this person's spiritual root level is not low!
The Taoist priest surnamed Hong exchanged greetings with Senior Brother Xun for a while and said with a smile: "I have delivered the person, and I will hand it over to Junior Brother Xun later."
Senior Brother Xun handed over his hand: "Senior Brother Hong, don't worry."
Taoist priest surnamed Hong nodded, glanced at the young man, and strode away.
"Brother, what's your name?"
"What grade is the spiritual root?"
As soon as Taoist priest surnamed Hong left, everyone surrounded the young man in blue shirt and asked all kinds of questions.
The young man in blue shirt seemed to have seen the big scene before, and was not panicked. He slightly cupped his hands and said, "My name is Lin Chaoran, from the ground level spiritual root."
"Land product!"
Everyone exclaimed, with envious and surprised looks in their eyes.
Zhao Lin was convinced. Earth-grade spiritual roots were extremely scarce, and the sect also attached great importance to them. No wonder they were escorted by special personnel.
"Junior Brother Lin, which sect do you practice martial arts in?"
Lin Chaoran's body was full of energy and blood, and Zhao Lin immediately sensed that he was at the second level of Qi training.
To reach such a state at such an age, one must be a disciple of the three major sects.
Since he is not in Xingyun Sect, he should be one of Liyang Sect or Zhennan Sect.
Sure enough, Lin Chaoran raised his eyebrows and said with some surprise: "Senior brother, I have good eyesight. I am a disciple of Liyang Sect Hanguang Academy."
The Hanguang Courtyard of the Liyang Sect is equivalent to the Dancing Elephant Courtyard of the Xingyun Sect. They are both places where talented disciples gather.
"This Lin Chaoran is truly a dragon and a phoenix among men. He has both talents in martial arts and Taoism."
Lin Chaoran was also looking at Zhao Lin, but he couldn't tell the difference based on his cultivation level, and asked: "Senior Brother Zhao also practices martial arts, right?"
Zhao Lin vaguely replied: "I have been practicing for a few years."
The seven disciples arrived and arranged themselves in order. Zhao Lin was the senior brother who took the responsibility, and Tong Mu, a sixteen-year-old from Wushu, ranked second.
Li Sancai, Lin Chaoran, and He Shaoqun are all fifteen years old. In terms of month, Lin Chaoran is the oldest, followed by He Shaoqun. Li Sancai only knows his age, but does not know the specific month of his birth, so he is willing to be at the bottom.
Next down are fourteen-year-old Bai He and twelve-year-old Zhu Cong.
Senior Brother Xun looked around at everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone is here, we will go to sea tomorrow."
(End of chapter)
