At the beginning of Jiachen, there were crowds of people in front of Daofeng in Hanchi County, ushering in the new generation of disciples who had entered the sect.
As the spiritual energy of the small world becomes more and more abundant, this year there are forty-three young people from the mortal world with spiritual roots, and there are thirty-seven local disciples in Nanhezhou, both of which are the most in history.
The martial brothers Wei Yi and Dong Lingcheng stood in front of the Lingdao courtyard, waiting to welcome the new disciples.
"Senior Brother Dong, I heard from Elder Wu that there are seventeen disciples with high-grade spiritual roots this year, accounting for more than 20% of the total number."
Wei Yi looked at the list in his hand and said in a rather emotional tone, "Back then, there were only two high-grade spiritual roots among our disciples, and both the head master and the elders cherished them. I didn't expect that in thirty years, high-grade spiritual roots would become so sparse. It’s normal.”
Dong Lingcheng smiled and said: "Today is different from the past. Over the years, there have been more and more disciples each time, and each time has become stronger."
"This shows that our sect is well-organized and is willing to distribute the spiritual veins to the small world and various states and counties, instead of only giving it to the upper-level Jindan Masters and the elders of Zifu."
Wei Yi felt the same and agreed: "Brother Dong's words are very insightful. The sect is getting stronger day by day. As one of them, we can also enjoy the protection of the remaining shadow."
Suddenly the conversation changed, "Brother Dong, do you know? There is a new disciple in our Lingdao Academy. She is a female cultivator and she is very good-looking."
Dong Lingcheng's eyes lit up, "Seriously?"
Wei Yi grinned, "Of course, I saw it this morning."
Dong Lingcheng asked: "How is your cultivation?"
Wei Yidao spread his hands, "It's just a quick glance. I don't have the nerve to directly use the Qi-gazing technique to check. But since I can be a disciple of Qigong, my cultivation level must be at the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining, right?"
Dong Lingcheng nodded and said to himself: "This is true..."
The two of them were talking, and eighty new disciples, led by Xing Xing, climbed to Daofeng and walked towards this side from a distance.
"This is the Spiritual Dao Academy? So impressive!"
"The place where the Immortal family practices Taoism is certainly extraordinary."
Looking at the magnificent buildings and palaces, the disciples let out bursts of exclamation.
"Uncle, this place is bigger than our Zhenguo Palace!"
Said a young man in the crowd who was about thirteen or fourteen years old and had a good-looking appearance.
"No matter how grand the Zhenguo Palace is, it is still in the mortal world, so naturally it cannot be compared with this place. The elders and senior brothers are also very nice people. You can rest assured and practice here."
The person talking to the young man was a tall young man with a short mustache. Hearing this, he smiled slightly and said.
The young man said happily: "I have wanted to learn martial arts since I was a child, but unfortunately my uncle has always refused to teach me. Now I can practice Taoism, which is even better than martial arts!"
The tall young man smiled and said, "You are very lucky. Not only do you have the qualifications to practice, but you also have high-grade spiritual roots. Your starting point is higher than your uncle."
"When you succeed in cultivating Taoism in the future, don't forget to earn more good deeds and spiritual stones so that your parents, younger brothers, sisters, and grandma can live a good life."
The young man gave a heavy "hmm" and asked, "Uncle, I just said that you are the number one master of the Spiritual Dao Academy. Is it true?"
The tall young man looked disapproving, "In the Lingdao Academy, there are all disciples who have just practiced Taoism for a year or two. The number one master is nothing."
"By the way, don't spread it everywhere, uncle can't afford to embarrass that person."
The young man agreed, then suddenly thought of a question and asked: "Uncle, am I a disciple of Lingdao Academy now?"
The tall young man nodded and said, "Yes, a first-year disciple."
"Then I have a question."
"you say."
"Look, I am a first-year disciple, and my uncle is a third-year disciple. We are brothers in the same sect. But you are my uncle, how should you call me? Do we have different opinions?"
The corner of the tall young man's mouth twitched, "What are you talking about? My bloodline is greater than my inheritance. No matter where we meet, you have to call me uncle."
"If you dare to call me senior brother, I will spank you."
The young man smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll be relieved."
The tall young man is Zhao Lin, and the boy beside him is named Zhao Changxing, the eldest son of his brother Zhao Shan.
At the end of last year, Zhao Lin returned to the small world to visit relatives, and the stationed monk told him the news: his nephew Zhao Changxing was gifted with spiritual roots, and he was a top-grade spiritual root with the three attributes of wind, fire, and water.
Zhao Lin was surprised and happy. He didn't expect that such a good thing would happen to his family.
Originally, he was worried that his family would not want to come to Xuanyuan Continent. Now that his nephew has the talent for cultivation, it would be easier.
Zhao Lin returned to his house and told his mother, brother and sister-in-law everything about the world of immortality and the ins and outs of his two years of cultivation.
Only then did Zhao Shan and his wife realize that their younger brother had gone to cultivate immortality. Since the eldest son also had the legendary spiritual root, they couldn't stop him, so they unanimously agreed to move the family, and Zhao's mother also agreed.
In this way, the family took a spiritual boat to Chenghua Sect.
Zhao Lin made five hundred good deeds and settled his family in Hanchi County.
It originally required six hundred good deeds, but Zhao Changxing became a disciple of the Chenghua Sect and saved a hundred good deeds.
While Zhao Lin was overjoyed to have his family reunited, he also felt that the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier.
Whether the relatives live well or not depends entirely on the monk's own ability, good deeds and spiritual stones, just like money in the world. As long as he spends enough, mortals can also get good treatment.
Zhao Lin specially took some time today to accompany his nephew to "enroll in school."
"Brother Zhao, do you think it's difficult to practice Taoism...or to practice martial arts?"
A hoarse voice sounded in Zhao Lin's ears.
The owner of the voice was a simple-looking man with thick eyebrows. He was not tall and wore only a short martial arts jacket, revealing his bronze-knotted muscles. There was a conspicuous scar on his thick neck.
He walked silently, like an upright beast.
The speaker's name is Pa Sang, who comes from Wu Che in northern Dai Viet. He practices thunder skills and is Zhao Lin's most powerful opponent in the martial arts competition.
For three consecutive martial arts tournaments, two people competed for first place.
Just last year, Basang cultivated to the realm of Wuzong and condensed his spiritual roots. He was discovered by the monks who had been paying attention to him and came to Chenghua Sect.
After listening to Basang's words, Zhao Lin smiled and said: "There is a big difference between practicing Taoism and practicing martial arts. If we really want to compare, I think practicing martial arts is more difficult, but the road to cultivating Taoism is longer."
"A warrior is only a hundred years old, and practicing Taoism requires perseverance."
Basang nodded, "I have learned the lesson, thank you, Senior Brother Zhao."
He is four years older than Zhao Lin, but as a Taoist, he puts the master first, so he calls himself senior brother.
"Brother Basang, you're welcome. We are old friends too."
Zhao Lin waved his hand and said with a smile: "If you have any problems in cultivation in the future, you can come to me."
"Although there are elders and senior brothers in Lingdao Academy who teach and teach, they never hide their secrets. But you and I are martial arts cultivators, so there are some things that are different from others."
What Zhao Lin said was not a casual comment, but a sincere pointer.
Many friends lead to many roads, and we also pay attention to helping each other when building roads.
Basang is extremely talented. If he didn't have a golden finger like the spirit beast picture, he would have won the first prize in three consecutive martial arts competitions.
Help him now and maybe you will be rewarded later.
Not long after, everyone arrived in front of the gate of Lingdao Temple.
"Okay, the two brothers who are teaching you will take you to familiarize yourself with the environment. I'll leave first."
Zhao Lin patted Zhao Changxing on the shoulder, said hello to the two senior brothers Wei and Dong, and hurried to the Chuan Gong Hall.
Today is the first class of the new year, and the second- and third-year disciples gathered in the training hall.
When the time came, Elder Wu opened the door and walked in, followed by a pretty female cultivator.
The female cultivator is tall and has outstanding appearance, which immediately attracted the attention of the disciples.
"Who is she? She's so pretty."
"What are you thinking about? You can tell he is Senior Brother Chuan Gong just by looking at his clothes."
Zhao Lin frowned when he saw the female cultivator's appearance. Why is it her?
The female nun was none other than Li Zhen from the Li family in Sanshan County. Last year, she came to the Lingdao Temple to find Zhao Lin, hoping to become a Taoist companion with him, but Zhao Lin rejected her.
Seeing this woman again today, Zhao Lin felt that something was not right.
"Before class starts, let me tell you something."
Elder Wu cleared his throat, looked at Li Zhen beside him and said, "In view of the increasing number of disciples in our Lingdao Academy, the state government specially sent us a disciple to teach us."
"This is Li Zhen from Xiniu Prefecture Spiritual Dao Academy. He is good at water magic. He has mastered water-bending skills. He is proficient in water spear skills and water knife skills. He also has certain attainments in talismans."
"If you have any questions in this regard in your future practice, you can ask Li Zhen for advice."
The disciples immediately responded with warm applause.
Li Zhen walked up to the stage, his almond-shaped eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Elder Wu praises me too much. Disciples don't dare to take it seriously. It's just a matter of learning from each other. Please correct me if you have any shortcomings."
Her words were addressed to all her disciples, but she stared at Zhao Lin unblinkingly.
Zhao Lin suddenly became a little irritable, with a light on his back. He had just brought his family to Hanchi County.
…
"What do you mean?"
After finishing his morning classes, Zhao Lin stopped Li Zhen outside the Chuan Gong Hall and asked him bluntly.
"To be close to you."
Li Zhen admitted openly, and then smiled, "It turns out that you are so talented. In two years of practicing Taoism, you have mastered three spells to a small degree. Maybe in three to five years, you will be able to have a proficient level spell. "
Zhao Lin stared at her for a while, feeling that she didn't seem to know that he had a grudge against the Li family, and asked, "Does your father know about this?"
Li Zhen frowned slightly, "Why do you always ask my family's opinion? Although I come from a family, I can decide for myself who to choose as a Taoist companion."
Zhao Lin said: "What if I have a grudge against your family?"
Li Zhen's expression changed, as if he thought of something bad.
Zhao Lin didn't care whether she knew or not, he simply made the matter clear.
He told the story of how he was ambushed and hunted when he went to Li Mansion to report the news, and then sneered: "Your clan leader can't solve the problem, so you want to get rid of me, the person who discovered the problem."
"If you want to become a Taoist partner with me, you should first ask them if they agree!"
Li Zhen's face turned pale and he looked at Zhao Lin intently, as if he wanted to confirm whether his words were true or false.
Zhao Lin said: "If you don't believe it, you can ask them."
Li Zhen pursed his lips, the look in his eyes gradually disappeared, and sighed softly, "I believe you, they can indeed do such a thing."
(End of chapter)
