In the team, a young man stood on tiptoes frequently, stretched his neck and looked at the people in front of him who were being tested.
The person behind him sneered: "Huo Xiumao, why are you so nervous? I tell you, you are not qualified to practice Taoism at all. Instead of waiting in line here, you should go home early and do farm work."
Huo Xiumao looked back at the other person. He pursed his lips, furrowed his brows, his eyes were vicious, and his green face showed a venom that was inconsistent with his age.
The other party's expression was stagnant for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and yelled with shame and annoyance: "What are you looking at!"
"Quiet! No noise!"
The Dou Kuang Sect member standing next to him burst into laughter, and shouted so loudly that everyone dared not speak out.
Half an hour later, it was finally his turn. Huo Xiumao took a deep breath, walked to the stage and stood in front of one of the Dou Kuang Sect members.
His body was stiff, his hands were clenched into fists, and his eyes were fixed on the small patch of ground under his feet.
The monk in charge of the test put his palm on Huo Xiumao's head. After a while, he uttered a few words: "Unqualified."
Huo Xiumao was stunned for a moment and slowly opened his eyes. The monk in front of him was already waving his hands away impatiently: "Go quickly, go quickly. Next one!"
"Senior! Immortal Master!"
Huo Xiumao hurriedly shouted, "Junior, I am devoted to the Tao. Please give me a chance, senior, and let me try it!"
The other party snorted heavily and said: "What chance do you have! You are so stupid, you will never be able to embark on the path of cultivation in this life. Forcibly cultivating is just a waste of resources!"
"But Mr. Xuetang said that hard work can make up for weakness, and stupid birds fly first! I will work harder than others. Others practice for one day, I practice for two days, others practice for one year, and I practice for twenty years. If others can do it, I can do it too! Immortal Master, please, please let me join the sect! I bear a deep vengeance, and if I cannot practice Taoism, I will never be able to take revenge in this life!"
"Innocent! You may not be able to achieve the results of cultivation that a person with excellent bones can achieve in one year in your entire life! No immortal destiny means no immortal destiny. I, the Dou Kuang Sect, do not accept waste!"
Huo Xiumao showed a desperate expression: "Is it impossible to practice Taoism without the bones?"
The other party said: "That's natural. Unless you have enough spiritual stones to buy elixirs to build up your cultivation, but it looks like..." The other party glanced at Huo Xiumao's patched clothes and sneered, "You still Stop having such wishful thinking!"
The dispute here attracted the attention of the law enforcement disciples. A Dou Kuang Sect law enforcement disciple who was standing in the audience came up, picked up Huo Xiumao by the collar like a chicken and threw him to the audience.
Huo Xiumao slumped on the ground in despair. Some people around him laughed at him, some sympathized with him, and most of them looked on with cold eyes.
He staggered to his feet and walked out against the flow of people.
Returning to the thatched house that was leaking from all sides, Huo Xiumao wiped his face hard and then started to pack his luggage.
He put away his few belongings and luggage and packed them into a small baggage. Huo Xiumao picked up the small bundle and held an old iron sword in his hand. When he turned around, he saw someone standing at the door.
"who is it?!"
Although Huo Xiumao was frightened, he raised his iron sword across his chest.
When he saw the other party's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Sister...no, aunt, girl, who are you looking for?"
Jing Yingrong: "You."
Huo Xiumao said in a daze, "Me? But I don't know you."
Jing Yingrong: "Where are you going?"
Huo Xiumao was startled for a moment, turned his eyes, and stopped talking.
Jing Yingrong continued: "Many sects are all based on their bones."
Hearing this, Huo Xiumao clenched his fists and veins popped out in his arms.
"Why, why do you deny everything based on just one bone?! Why can you only rely on destiny to cultivate Taoism?! If this is the case, then why does God allow evil people to cultivate Taoism and give them the power to harm innocent people, but does not give me a chance to take revenge? ?!"
"It's not fair, it's not fair!"
He roared sternly, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.
Jing Yingrong looked at him quietly.
After a long time, Huo Xiumao gradually calmed down.
He stared straight at Jing Yingrong with his red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "You just said that many sects only look at the bones. In other words, not all sects are like this, and there are exceptions. ?"
"Um."
"What sect is it?" Huo Xiumao excitedly grasped the glimmer of hope.
"The View of Taichu."
“Does Taichu Guan look at the root bones?”
"Not just looking at the bones."
"not only?"
Jing Yingrong blinked, "It also depends on understanding, faith, perseverance, skills, and other things."
Huo Xiumao was dumbfounded: "I can't even pass the bone test..."
"No," Jing Yingrong shook his head, "It's a comprehensive assessment."
Huo Xiumao was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up: "You mean, even if my bones are not good enough, as long as my faith is firm enough and my perseverance is strong enough, it is possible for me to pass the test?"
"Um."
"Very good!"
Huo Xiumao jumped three feet high in excitement. Then he came back to his senses, touched his head, and asked, "Is that why you came to me to tell me this?"
Jing Yingrong nodded: "Yes."
"Why? You and I have never met each other. Why do you want to help me?"
Huo Xiumao was confused.
Jing Yingrong: "If you want to help, just help."
Huo Xiumao: "..."
He looked into the other person's eyes, frowned slightly, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
"My name is Huo Xiumao, what's yours?"
"The mirror reflects the face."
"Jing... is such a rare surname." Huo Xiumao muttered.
"Are you a monastic?"
Jing Yingrong frowned a little, and there was hesitation in her tone: "...Hmm."
"Then I should call you senior."
Huo Xiumao solemnly clasped his fists and said: "Senior Jing, I will keep your kindness in my heart. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will repay you a hundred times."
"good."
This answer made Huo Xiumao stunned again. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and said, "Then it's settled."
"Without further delay, I will set off immediately to watch Taichu, Senior Jing. We are destined to meet again in the future."
Jing Yingrong silently stepped away from the door and watched Huo Xiumao pass in front of her.
Huo Xiumao took two steps and then stopped. Turning around, he hesitated for a moment and said to Jing Yingrong: "Senior, I heard a few days ago that there is a strange treasure in the east of Rouyun Mountain, but I only know this news, no matter how much more I don't know, you... "
At such a close distance, Huo Xiumao's ears turned red as he looked at the face in front of him and spoke.
"If you are interested, go and have a look!"
After leaving these words, Huo Xiumao turned around and trotted away, almost fleeing.
Jing Yingrong looked at the other party, the shadow in his dark eyes gradually narrowed.
Ji Sha Jian: "He ran in the wrong direction."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
"Why is his face so red?"
"have no idea."
Jing Yingrong stepped forward and landed on the land east of Rouyun Mountain.
