The dining hall is spacious and bright, clean and tidy, and the style is not much different from the ordinary ones.
Several waiters dressed in Tsing Yi and short collars were busy, bringing out the freshly prepared meals and placing them in a long row for diners to choose. It was a bit like a buffet.
The teenagers were so hungry that they rushed to the cabinet to fill up the food.
Zhao Lin was also a little hungry. He looked around and saw that there was a supply of noodles. He remembered that he hadn't eaten noodles for a long time, so he asked the waiter for a big basin to hold noodles, and then went back to get a sea bowl to hold the noodles.
When walking back with the stew, a young man whose name he couldn't name saw the sea bowl in Zhao Lin's hand and was surprised: "Brother, you eat such a big bowl!"
Zhao Lin glanced down and explained: "The bowl is filled with brine, and the noodles are over there."
He said and pointed to his seat.
"ah……"
When the young man saw the full basin on the table, he was so surprised that he could not speak.
If it were another person, he would definitely laugh and sarcastically say something, but Zhao Lin has been in a high position in the past few years. He is said to be living in the Qi and nourishing the body, and he unconsciously reveals his majesty, which makes him dare not make fun of him at will.
Zhao Lin didn't pay attention to his gaze, sat down, poured the marinade on his face, and started eating.
Just after taking two bites, there was a commotion outside the dining hall.
Then, twenty or thirty boys and girls walked in, talking and laughing.
The two young men looked at each other and were both stunned for a moment, but they immediately understood who the other party was.
Uncle Wu mentioned before that among the new disciples this time, there are twenty from the Small World and twenty-five from Nanhezhou.
No need to ask, these teenagers who just came in are "locals".
The two parties quickly returned to normal, and they sat together to eat and chat, separated by a few feet, so they could be described as distinct.
Zhao Lin sat at a table alone, eating noodles and observing secretly.
He found that in comparison, the local teenagers were more calm and confident, and their speech and behavior were casual and natural, while the teenagers from the small world were a little reserved and mostly ate in silence.
The reason is not difficult to guess. The local teenagers were born in Xuanyuan Continent and have been exposed to Taoism since they were young. Some of them were born in immortal cultivating families and are even more aware of this.
As for the young man who came from the small world, he didn't know that Xuanyuan Continent existed a year ago. He had just arrived and was ignorant, so naturally he couldn't let go.
Zhao Lin also found a difference: the local teenagers were younger, and overall they were nearly two years younger than the teenagers from the small world.
This does not include Zhao Lin himself. If he is included, one person can raise the average age by nearly one year.
Zhao Lin thought for a while and figured it out.
As long as a local boy develops spiritual roots, he will be discovered immediately.
But in the small world, "immortal talents" can only be discovered by a limited number of stationed monks, and they often miss one or two years before being sent here.
Looking at the young and tender faces, Zhao Lin couldn't help but feel a little envious.
These young men with gifted spiritual roots are so lucky to be able to practice Taoism at a young age.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came into my ears: "Have you seen that big man?"
With just this sentence, Zhao Lin knew that someone was talking about him, and he frowned secretly.
He originally didn't want to listen to the conversation of these young people, but he had this specialty, and his cultivation had reached the innate realm, and his hearing was far beyond ordinary people. Even if he didn't deliberately pry, these words would fall into his ears.
The speaker was a handsome young man of fourteen or fifteen years old. He said with a hint of ridicule: "I estimate that this person is in his late twenties, if not thirty."
The dark-skinned young man sitting next to him glanced at Zhao Lin secretly and asked in surprise: "How can there be such an old disciple?"
Hearing the word "old", Zhao Lin felt slightly uncomfortable, but he figured it out immediately.
When I was in junior high school in my previous life, I thought that a thirty-year-old teacher was already middle-aged. Now that a few teenagers treat him this way, it is considered normal.
Secretly laughing to himself, since he started practicing martial arts, he has almost always been the youngest one in the same realm. Unexpectedly, when he started to practice Taoism, he would become an old guy...
Just listen to the handsome young man continue to say: "Who knows, he probably has at least a high-grade spiritual root. Otherwise, why would he be recruited at such an old age?"
The swarthy boy said: "I guess they are the descendants of a certain foundation-building monk in the small world. Although the spiritual roots emerged late, the foundation-building monk is willing to work hard to cultivate them."
Opposite the two teenagers sat a gorgeously dressed girl with beautiful appearance. She smiled slightly and said softly: "You two guessed wrong."
The two teenagers seemed particularly convinced of the girl in Chinese clothes and had no doubts. They asked in unison: "What?"
The girl in gorgeous clothes said: "I heard from my uncle that there is a martial arts cultivator in the small world this year. He is thirty-one years old. It should be him."
The two teenagers were surprised and said: "Martial cultivator!"
"There hasn't been a martial arts cultivator in the county for many years, right?"
"Exactly."
The girl in gorgeous clothes nodded, "The last martial artist was more than a hundred years ago."
Zhao Lin didn't think so at first, but from the information revealed in the girl's words, she should be from a family of cultivators, and her vision and experience were extraordinary, so he listened carefully.
The handsome young man bit his chopsticks and said in a casual tone: "No wonder he looks so burly, he turns out to be a martial artist."
The girl in gorgeous clothes glanced at him and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate martial arts. My uncle told me that it is more difficult for ordinary people to practice martial arts to reach the innate realm than for us monks to reach the golden elixir realm!"
The handsome young man curled his lips, "So what? Practicing martial arts is martial arts, and cultivating Taoism is cultivating Taoism. If he starts cultivating Taoism at such an old age, unless he has the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, there is no hope of building a foundation."
This time the girl in gorgeous clothes did not refute, but sighed softly: "Yes, it is a pity. Those who enter the Tao through martial arts are all wise and brave people, but it is a pity that they cannot compete with time."
The swarthy boy suddenly interjected: "I remember that there is a martial arts cultivator in the sect who has also reached the Purple Mansion realm."
"You are talking about Senior Lu, right?"
The girl in gorgeous clothes shook her head gently, "Senior Lu has great luck. He made great contributions to the sect after almost dying. It was only through chance and rewards that he was able to break through to the Purple Mansion realm."
"But decades have passed and it's still in the early stages of Zifu. Isn't that proof?"
Zhao Lin's heart sank, and he instinctively had doubts. But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that these people had nothing to do with him, and their words were not meant for him. There might be some truth to them.
The stationed monks Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing did not mention this matter deliberately, mostly to allow themselves to put aside their worldly wealth and agree to enter the sect.
After all, some of the monks stationed there couldn't find anyone with spiritual roots for a year. Naturally, they wanted to earn some merit for catching a "strong man" like themselves.
But so what?
He spent a lot of hard work and more than ten years creating four spiritual root nodes, and entered the ranks of immortal cultivators with difficulty.
How can you be shaken by a few words from others?
"My Taoist heart is as strong as iron. Even if my spiritual root is low-grade or even ordinary, I still want to seek immortality."
(End of chapter)
