Perhaps in order to change the subject, one of the three Wufeng Sword Sect disciples mentioned the recruitment of disciples from the Dou Kuang Sect outside.
"These small sects just look at their basic skills, and I don't know how many talents they have buried."
The disciple surnamed Shao showed a look of disapproval: "The strength of a small sect is limited, and it is a last resort to only look at the bones. We should not be prejudiced against it because of this."
"That's what senior brother said."
"Senior Sister Zhou, how far is it to the mountain gate of Dou Kuang Sect?"
"If I wait and drive with all my strength, I'll be there in half a day."
"Then I'll take a short rest and then rush to the Dou Kuang Sect with all my strength to complete the mission as soon as possible."
"Okay, but Senior Brother Shao will make the decision."
At this time, the waiter brought the food, and the three of them stopped talking and concentrated on eating.
The store clerk was about to go downstairs when Huo Xiumao stopped him and signaled for the check.
After paying the spirit stone, Huo Xiumao stood up and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by someone.
"I dare to ask this fellow Taoist, is he from Taichu Temple?"
One of the three asked. Her eyes fell on the identity token on Huo Xiumao's waist and she frowned.
The other two people noticed the token, and their expressions suddenly became subtle.
Huo Xiumao looked as usual and said, "Exactly."
Although they had expected it, the expressions of the three people all changed slightly, apparently thinking that the discussion about Taichu Guan just now had probably been listened to.
Compared to the two people who looked more embarrassed, the disciple surnamed Shao had a hesitant look on his face and snorted heavily.
Huo Xiumao looked at the other party and said calmly: "If your sect thinks that our sect is an evil cultivator, you can come to the door to eliminate the evil and defend the way. It is better than talking behind your back like this, and it will not live up to the name of your sect's chivalry."
His words made the faces of the three of them turn blue and red. The disciple surnamed Shao glared angrily, veins popped out on the back of his hands, and the long sword behind his back made a clanging sound, as if it was about to be unsheathed.
Huo Xiumao stood on the spot, his posture upright, as if he was not facing three Jindan monks.
The disciple surnamed Shao finally endured it. He looked directly at Huo Xiumao with sharp eyes and said word by word: "Shao Yi of Wufeng Sword Sect, please tell me your name."
"Taichu Guan, Huo Xiumao."
"Fellow Daoist Huo," Shao Yi took off the long sword from its scabbard, held it in his hand and pointed it at Huo Xiumao, "One day I will visit your sect and I must learn the magical powers of my fellow Taoist."
Huo Xiumao raised his eyebrows: "Welcome."
After that, he ignored the other party, turned around and went downstairs to leave.
Huo Xiumao passed by the edge of the crowded square and glanced at the uneasy boys and girls on the stage. The Dou Kuang Sect members' judgments of "qualified" and "unqualified" passed through the crowd and reached his ears, pulling him back to the distant past.
His eyes were in a trance for a moment, but he soon woke up, his lips were slightly raised, and there was still happiness and gratitude in his eyes.
Huo Xiumao averted his eyes, walked straight out of the city gate, drew his Gou Li Dao and flew towards the Dou Kuang Sect's mountain gate.
…
In the cave room, Jing Yingrong opened gifts.
The last thing she opened was the box given by Lan Chucui.
There is a roll of ice-blue filament in the box, and the extremely thin silk thread flows with a cold brilliance.
Ji Jie Bi was slightly shocked: "Silkworm God Tiansi, this is really a generous gift."
Ji Sha Jian: "That's it?"
Ji Jie Bi: "Don't be so harsh on the juniors."
Ji Sha Jian: "Have you forgotten that she thinks the two of us are an eyesore?"
Jijie Pen: "..."
Ji Yanzhu: "Would you like this thing?"
Jing Yingrong: "Well, keep it."
…
After Shu Pinghui and others said goodbye, Jing Yingrong set off for Yan Xinxuan.
Yan Xinxuan is located inside the Yingshan Mountain. Entering from the straight road in Xianghuang City, passing by the Enlightenment Tower, Wuling Monument, Shendou Palace and other inner disciple training places, you arrive at a secluded and quiet place.
This is the first time Jing Yingrong has entered the interior of Yingshan since he entered the inner sect. The passages in the mountain are intertwined, not only divided into front and back, left and right, but also up and down. It is like a huge nest built by some underground creature, complex and orderly.
When passing by the Tower of Enlightenment, Ji Yanzhu in the Sea of Consciousness sighed with emotion such as "It has grown so much." When seeing the Wuling Monument, Jijie Bi was surprised by how crowded the place was now, which was completely different from the deserted appearance of the past.
Along the way, no matter where the training place is, there is a bustling and lively scene.
It was in sharp contrast to Yan Xinxuan, who had the door in front of Jing Yingrong closed and no one around.
Jing Yingrong looked up at the plaque with the three characters "Yan Xinxuan" written on it, stepped up the steps, raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door.
Not long after, the door opened a crack, and a head poked out from behind the door.
"There are no healers, please come back."
The other party said listlessly.
Mirror Yingrong: "Healer?"
Opponent: "Yes, aren't you here to see a healer?"
Jing Yingrong: "I heard that we are recruiting people here."
Hearing this, the other party's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you here to answer the call? Is it the mission you saw in Yanqin Hall?"
Jing Yingrong: "No, I just heard someone mention it."
"Does that mean you don't know anything?"
Jing Yingrong nodded: "I don't know much."
The other party's eyes dimmed.
"My happiness has been in vain... Oh forget it, I have nothing to do anyway, come in."
He opened the door completely.
There is another peaceful world inside the door, with elegant and exquisite architecture, unique facilities, exquisite porches, and fragrant vegetation. Although it is located inside the mountain, soft light shines on it, making it as bright as day.
"My surname is Lin, and I am one of the deacons here. The person in charge here is Elder Huang Xinhuang, but you don't need to see him now... Do you know what we do here?"
Deacon Lin led Jing Yingrong around. Everything you see gives people a sense of comfort and pleasure, but it is less popular.
Jing Yingrong asked instead, "What does a healer do?"
"What do you do? To put it simply, I just listen to people talk and chat with them."
Deacon Lin pointed at the independent and exquisite houses not far away, "People come to us to pour out the bitter water. We not only have to catch the bitter water, but also help them clean it up."
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't sound difficult."
"Isn't it difficult? Hey," Deacon Lin gave her a meaningful look, "How about you give it a try?"
Jing Yingrong nodded: "Okay."
Deacon Lin immediately changed his direction and walked toward one of the houses with his mirror in hand.
"According to the rules, you should first take the test, pass the test and then be trained, and then you can officially become a healer and receive patients. But there is no one else here. You try it first, meet a few patients, and then tell me about the difficulty. It’s not difficult.”
The house is not big, and the interior of the house is divided into two parts by a white light curtain, with patterns on the light curtain flickering.
Deacon Lin pointed at the light curtain and said: "This object isolates spiritual power and consciousness, and can change the voice. By then, you will not know who the patient opposite is, and the patient will not know who you are. There will only be one person representing you. serial number."
A pile of small paper balls appeared in his hand and he asked Jing Yingrong to pick up any one.
Jing Yingrong picked up one and unfolded the paper, with the word "seven" written on it.
"Seven, then you are number seven for the time being. Sit here and wait, and read all the jade slips on the shelf. When a patient comes, there will be a bell to remind you."
