A hundred miles away from the Luotian Sect, an old man and a young man were staggering.
The old man is old enough and the boy is young enough, so both of them look extremely tired.
"Grandpa, how long do we have to go to Luotian Sect?" The young man cried and complained about his exhaustion.
"According to the records of the ancestors in the village, there should be another two hundred miles." The old man did not look back at the young man and walked ahead.
"Ah!" The young man exclaimed and then shouted:
"How come there are still two hundred miles away? I'm going to die!"
The young man was startled and had a sad look on his face. This was the first time he had shouted like this along the way, and even the old man was used to it.
The cloth on the young man's body was shabby and shabby. There were many patches but there were still many holes.
The straw sandals under her feet could not even cover her toes, exposing her two big toes.
But this young man who kept exclaiming in surprise never stopped.
"Xiaoyu, you can complain and complain now, but this path is your own choice. When you get to Luotian Sect, if you complain like this again, you will cause dissatisfaction among the immortal masters!"
"Think about it, you have walked more than 800 miles from Taoyuan Village, and now you have finished walking. As a result, you made the immortal master unhappy and you have to walk back immediately."
The old man sighed before continuing:
"Xiaoyu, tell me whether it's miserable or not. Grandpa, I feel miserable for you."
Hearing the old man's chatter, Xiaoyu's face became even more depressed, as if a storm was about to hit.
At this moment, the old man handed over a white bun as big as the boy's face and hung it in front of the boy's nose.
The young man's eyes lit up as he looked at the white bun in front of him, and he jumped up and grabbed it in his hand.
Staring at the white bun in his hand, saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, but the young man suppressed his greed and refused to take his mouth.
After jumping around a few times with the white bun in his arms, the boy, who felt even more tired, finally stopped.
"Grandpa, you actually hid a steamed bun!"
The old man smiled and said nothing, looking at the young man in front of him who was only as tall as his own chest.
The young man looked at the steamed bun reluctantly, and finally tore off most of it and handed it to the old man.
"Grandpa, please eat more, the little fish can't eat so much."
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After stepping into Nascent Soul, Yi Ran, whose true energy increased sharply, did not choose to ride on the kite, but returned with a sword.
That's why Yiran met this interesting old man and young man.
In fact, this place is only a hundred miles away from Luotian Sect, and the old man still has two white buns in his arms.
It is because of this that Yiran finds the old man and the young man particularly interesting.
So Yiran set up a fire on the road that the two of them must pass ten miles away, caught two plump rabbits, and started to barbecue after cleaning them.
When the fragrance finally spread into the distance, the figures of an old man and a young man finally appeared in Yiran's field of vision.
The young man who smelled the fragrance, his eyes sparkling, grabbed his grandfather's clothes and looked in the direction where the fragrance came from.
The old man looked at Xiaoyu with some embarrassment, and then turned his attention to Yiran.
I have never been out of the village a few times in my life, and I have never seen any old people in the world. Of course I understand the truth.
Those who dare to cook meat over fire in this wilderness are definitely not ordinary people.
The old man knew that this place was a hundred miles away from Luotian Sect and there would be no legendary monsters, but beasts like big black bears or jackals were not something ordinary people could deal with without training.
The young man in front of him was a few years older than his grandson, but he had a demeanor that he had never seen in his life.
The only possibility for such a young man to appear here is to also go to Luotian Sect to become a disciple.
But this does not mean that this young man will treat them well, because if both he and his grandson can enter the Luotian Sect, there will inevitably be competition in the future.
How many people would be willing
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What about taking care of your competitors?
"Why don't I come over with my little brother to try my craftsmanship? Everyone's goal is Luotian Sect. We might as well go together after eating." Yiran looked at the two people who were more than ten feet away and said directly without any concealment.
The little fish poked his head behind his grandfather, drooling as he looked at the golden hare that had been roasted.
The old man was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it for a while, he made up his mind because he understood that if Yiran had the intention to harm him, he could take action directly.
Moreover, their grandfather and grandson were so poor that even the robbers in the mountains didn't bother to look at them and waste the energy to use the knife.
"You're welcome, little friend." The old man bowed to Yiran.
After hearing what his grandfather said, the young man immediately threw himself towards the fire.
They had been on the road for nearly a month. Apart from the white steamed buns they brought from the village, they only had wild vegetables and fruits. Where had they seen the golden barbecue that was constantly exuding the fragrance.
Even in the village, getting meat depends on luck.
"Thank you for the hospitality, big brother. Xiaoyu hasn't had any meat for almost a month." Xiaoyu didn't forget to be polite to Yiran, but his body was lying motionless in front of the fire, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the roast rabbit. .
"Sizzle..." A little bit of oil dripped from the rabbit meat into the fire, emitting an unspeakable fragrance that made the little fish intoxicated.
Yiran picked up the larger roasted rabbit and handed it to Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu took the roasted rabbit with a smile on his face, and the smell made him indulge in it.
"It smells so good, it smells so good!" The little fish said over and over again that it smells good, but in the end he still didn't take a bite.
He suddenly tore off the rabbit's hind legs and took off a large piece of leg meat. The little fish handed it to the old man without any hesitation.
"Grandpa eats meat!"
The old man took the rabbit leg with both hands and looked at his grandson who ate another rabbit leg in three or two times and wrapped the remaining rabbit meat with grass leaves. There were two tears in his eyes that only disappeared in a few days.
Yiran was eating a roasted rabbit alone, and couldn't help but feel a little sad when she saw the sincere feelings between the old and the young.
In the end, the old man didn't eat the rabbit leg. While the boy was concentrating on eating the meat, he secretly wrapped the rabbit leg with grass and put it in his arms, putting it together with the remaining two white buns.
The old man sat by the fire and asked Yiran:
"Did my little brother also go to Luotian Sect?"
Yiran nodded and asked:
"Why would my father-in-law take his little brother to Luotian Sect?"
The old man put down his guard against Yi Ran, looked at his grandson and said:
"My father and I are from Taoyuan Village, a small village with only a few dozen families."
"There is not even a practicing immortal master in the village. The grandson of the last immortal master is the same age as the old man."
"The immortal master left his last words, practicing is worse than not practicing, and the immortal master is not as good as ordinary people, so there is no more practitioner in our village."
"But my grandson doesn't believe this and wants to become an extraordinary person, so I took him to the place where the immortal master once practiced, which is the Luotian Sect."
Yi Ran repeatedly read in her heart, "Practice is worse than no practice, and immortal masters are worse than ordinary people." She was filled with emotions.
For many people, the world of practitioners is too cruel. After decades of practice, they can’t get anything they want. It seems that they are really not as good as being an ordinary person.
Yiran wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, looked at the old man and said:
"I don't need to be so pessimistic. Although you may experience all kinds of hardships in cultivation, it will not be a bad thing in the end."
The old man waved his hand and looked at his grandson, and then said:
"This is my most obedient grandson, Tan Yun, and the least obedient one. If it weren't for the two grandsons at home, I would never let him go to Luotian Sect, and neither would his parents."
Tan Xiaoyu looked at his grandfather, jumped up and down behind Tan Yun, and gently rubbed his grandfather's back.
It seems to be to prove his obedience
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, but actually he was worried that his grandfather would take him back before he even reached Luotian Sect.
Then the hardship of walking six hundred miles for nearly a month was not in vain.
Just talking about Xiaoyu didn't know that they had already traveled more than 700 miles, and the remaining distance could be covered in only three to five days.
In order to change the subject, Tang Xiaoyu, who noticed that Yiran was wearing a wooden sword, jumped up to Yiran and asked curiously:
"Brother, the hunting teams in our village all use iron weapons. Can your wooden sword also hunt ferocious beasts?"
Yiran nodded and said:
"These two rabbits were hunted with this wooden sword."
As soon as these words came out, the Taohua Sword, which already possessed spirituality, actually wanted to unsheath itself, wanting to prove that it could not only hunt two rabbits.
Yiran felt a little embarrassed when he discovered this, but he still kept the Peach Blossom Sword in its scabbard.
In the next two days, Yiran hunted small animals, and his journey became faster, and Tan Xiaoyu also smiled more.
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Another year when Luotian Sect was recruiting disciples, there was a sea of people outside the entire mountain gate.
Whether it is a village or town within a thousand miles, or a city further than Sun Moon City, there are people of all ages coming to Luotian Sect.
Among the many forces in Dongzhou, the only one that can be called the hegemon is the Luotian Sect.
Compared to the academies in the city, unless they were in a big family, they would all prefer Luotian Sect.
It also needs to face countless competitions, so how can the academy compare with Luotian Sect.
It's just that most academies teach regardless of talent, but Luotian Sect cannot recruit disciples without talent.
If you don't even have the qualifications of a great martial artist or a great magician, you will hardly be qualified to enter the Luotian Sect.
"Grandpa, look at how lively the Luotian Sect is. There are not so many people in our entire Taoyuan Village." Tan Xiaoyu pulled Tan Yun's clothes and looked at the mountain gate of the Luotian Sect without turning around.
Tan Yun had never seen such a scene before, and he forgot to respond to his grandson for a moment.
At this time, Yiran nodded at a platform inside the mountain gate and said to his grandfather and grandson:
"That's where talents are tested. There are many factions within the sect, and different factions have different requirements for talents."
"If your talent is really poor, you may not even be able to enter the Luotian Sect."
At this time, a Luotian Sect disciple came to Yiran and said to the three of them:
"This brother seems to be very familiar with the way our Luo Tian Sect recruits disciples."
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the wooden sword beside Yiran.
There may be many people who are familiar with the Luotian Sect, but there are only a handful of monks in the world who use wooden swords, and the Luotian Sect has such one.
Just when he wanted to salute Yiran, he heard Yiran's voice transmission.
"No need to say anything, I'll take them to test their talents."
This disciple also didn't expect that he would meet the senior brother who was the first person in the sect competition, and he even brought a young man to take part in the talent test.
He looked at the young man in front of him with some envy, cupped his fists and bowed:
"Old sir, the test bench is over there. You can take your little brother there by yourself. You still need to continue to guide the teenagers who come to participate in the test."
Tan Yun was flattered by the actions of the little immortal master in front of him, but looking at the back of the leaving young man, Tan Yun felt that he still had something to say that he had not finished.
But Tan Xiaoyu didn't notice any of this. He just looked in the direction the disciple was talking about and was lost in thought.
Because Tan Xiaoyu found that after the talent test, most teenagers like him walked down the mountain dejectedly.
And those who passed the test and got the certificate didn't seem to have much smile on their faces, and silently walked into Luotian Sect under the leadership of their elders.
Tan Xiaoyu didn't understand why, so he just walked slowly towards the test bench along with the crowd.
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