Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the stone bed and meditated. He looked inside his Dantian. He saw that the black stone was still floating half an inch away. The spiritual power slowly flowed out from the bottom of what looked like a white stone slab. After traveling through the entire body's spiritual veins, it returned to the Dantian and washed away. Paint the white slate to make it stronger.
When he reaches the ninth level of Qi refining, the Destiny Pill will put a hard shell on the Dantian Daoji, while the Foundation Establishment Pill will activate the violent spiritual energy in the body and attack the white color that he has worked hard to cultivate during the Qi refining period. slate.
If the foundation is successfully solidified under the baptism of the foundation-building pill, he is called a foundation-building monk. Otherwise, if the foundation is broken, spiritual power will surge and the monk will explode and die.
There is another situation where the Dantian is neither broken nor the foundation is condensed. This indicates that the foundation building has failed. Although there is no danger to life, the difficulty of building the foundation again will increase exponentially, making it difficult to break through in the future.
Chen Mo has no need for this foundation-building knowledge yet. What he needs to do now is to drag the black stone onto the white stone slab and wrap it with thick spiritual power to see if it can be discovered.
With a thought in his mind, Chen Mo's consciousness slowly pulled the black stone. This process should not be rushed. If he used too much force to break the fusion, he would be exploded by the spiritual energy and die in an instant, so he always acted carefully.
At a distance of half an inch, Chen Mo spent a full stick of incense. When the black stone reached the foundation, he controlled the Yin spirit power to surge upwards, and slowly entangled it into a bulge on the foundation. The white spiritual power ball that rises.
In order to deceive others, he made a few more spiritual power balls as a cover. If the pill-forming monks pierced them, rich spiritual power would flow out.
Chen Mo was still uneasy, so he checked it again by himself, and the results he obtained made him very satisfied.
Unless you continuously probe him for a quarter of an hour, you won't be able to detect any abnormalities within his body.
"Well... I have already made preparations for what should be expected. Let me deduce possible problems that may arise."
Chen Mo took out the paper and pen from his storage bag and wrote down calculations on it, including what to say when someone invited him to join the casual cultivator team, what to do next after joining the Fuyun Sect, and to put it ten thousand steps back, What to do if you are kicked out of the sect again, etc., first demonstrate it in your mind to avoid confusion in special circumstances.
It is his usual style to prepare for the worst in everything.
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Time passed in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of the Fuyun Sect's disciple acceptance ceremony. The sky was clear and clear. Even the clouds and fog that usually obscured the Xuanwu Mountains were mostly dispersed. Dazzling sword lights surrounded the front peak, which was huge and quite spectacular.
Passing the Tiantian Stone Bridge connecting the mountain peaks, more than 300 casual cultivators headed to the testing venue. There, the monks from the Fuyun Sect had completed the layout. It was an extremely spacious square on the top of the mountain, with bright red silk everywhere. When they arrived, forty disciples wearing Fuyun Sect robes were lined up at both ends, each standing to maintain order in the scene.
On the high platform at the front, the monks of the Fuyun Sect built a row of exquisite long tables overnight. The positions of the Fuyun Sect are carved on the chairs in each position. The one in the center is the head, followed by the deputy head. , the head of the Fuyun Sect’s law enforcement hall.
Then there are the positions of the pavilion masters of each mountain peak, six in total.
Sitting cross-legged in the square, Chen Mo found a seat that was neither forward nor behind. He was surrounded by casual cultivators like him, all of whom looked forward to the exciting start.
"The leader has arrived!!"
A young man with a square face pulled his neck and shouted loudly. The monks looked away and saw six monks in black robes slowly walking behind the square.
The monk at the front was thin, with a solemn and solemn expression on his face. He walked steadily and steadily. He waved slightly to the monks and said in a deep voice with spiritual power: "Hello, fellow monks. !”
The casual cultivators were so excited that they shouted in unison: "Meet the leader!"
The middle-aged man nodded and went to the high platform with the five monks behind him. After discussing in a low voice, he sat down and took a seat. Chen Mo looked at it intently. There were four men and two women. Except for the master who showed the early stage of pill formation, the rest Everyone is in the late stage of foundation building.
"let's start."
Wu Nishang, the master of the Piaomiao Peak Pavilion who was sitting on the far left, whispered to the square-faced young man standing sideways. The latter bowed slightly and nodded before reading loudly: "The Fuyun Sect's Disciple Recruitment Ceremony has officially begun! "
"On the occasion of this grand event, all the disciples of Piaomiao Peak are delighted to hear that fellow cultivators from the Wei Kingdom have joined the Fuyun Sect, and specially present a song "Sword Dance" to celebrate the entire sect's entrance feast!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, twelve graceful women in red dresses slowly fell from the clouds above, with red silk ribbons flying in the wind. The female nuns all held round pipas in their arms, and gently played with the strings with their jade fingers. There was a burst of sound. The sonorous and soft sound of the formation shocked the faces of hundreds of casual cultivators. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they all exclaimed in admiration, what a great work by the Fuyun Sect!
With their toes on the ground, the momentum of these beautiful female nuns changed. The silver swords hidden behind them suddenly thrust out. Their movements returned to Fengzhu, and they fought in a red world, dancing and fighting, with a lot of grace.
"good!"
I don’t know who took the lead in clapping hands to celebrate, and there was a burst of applause in the square. The monks on the high platform looked at the lively scene in front of them and smiled without saying a word, not knowing what they were thinking about.
At the end of the song, the female cultivators with heavy makeup slowly evacuated with fairy swords. After a few inspiring empty words as usual, Master Ding left the Pavilion Master of Hidden Mist Peak behind for supervision, and then left with the rest of the people. .
During the busy period, four Fuyun Sect monks worked together to move a stone tablet that was about half a foot high and had some vicissitudes of life. Hundreds of casual cultivators in the square lined up to test the bone age and cultivation level, and issued an identity order after passing the test. Well, this apprenticeship ceremony is officially over.
The apprenticeship ceremony was somewhat different from Chen Mo's plan. No senior disciples were arranged to attend, nor was an expert at the core formation stage assigned to supervise the ceremony. This did save Chen Mo some prepared rhetoric.
Chen Mo was in the middle of the team and could clearly see what was going on ahead:
The casual cultivators mobilized their spiritual power and printed their palms on the ancient stone tablet. The black energy reached a height of three feet from the bottom up. Their cultivation level was the tenth level of Qi refining.
Over the course of a cup of tea, Chen Mo had already observed seven or eight people, and their spiritual cultivation was at this level.
Then there is an elder who is in the early stage of foundation building, holding a bone mirror to detect his age. After both are completed, he can go to the young disciple a few feet away to exchange for an identity token.
So far, 90% of the casual cultivators have obtained the tokens of outer disciples. Only a few people have moved the stone tablet to reach nearly three and a half feet. After their bone age has not exceeded that much, they have been assigned the status of inner disciples.
"Although I can pretend to be at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, I am not even thirty years old. I must have a chance to practice at such a speed. It is not a good thing to make a high profile without knowing the overall good and evil of the sect."
"I'll pretend to be at the eleventh level of Qi Refining first and assume the identity of an inner disciple." Chen Mo thought to himself as his eyes flickered.
The team was not long, and no one made any jokes. Soon, Chen Mo's predecessors finished the test, and it was Chen Mo's turn to step forward.
"Don't be nervous. Inject all your spiritual power into this stone tablet." The monk in white robes said to Chen Mo in a routine manner, while signaling that he could take action.
Chen Mo took a deep breath and poured nearly 80% of his spiritual power into the stone tablet in front of him.
At this moment, a strange scene appeared!
After everyone injected spiritual power, the stone tablet showed black energy floating around. When Chen Mo pressed his hand on it, dark blue mist emerged from below, which shocked the Fuyun Sect monk who directed the test!
Looking at the two-foot-high blue ice mist, the monk was as big as two heads. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said anxiously: "What's going on?!"
He was not the only one nearby, and some clever monks reminded him: "Is it possible that the stone tablet is not working? Try someone else!"
With a word that woke up the dreamer, the monk dispersed the blue mist with a wave of his hand. After the stone tablet returned to calmness, he asked the next casual cultivator to press on it. As a result, it returned to the state of black mist.
"Try again!"
Chen Mo already had a clear understanding in his heart, and pressed his hand up again. What appeared was the same dark blue mist as before, which made several Fuyun Sect monks nearby confused.
Such a delay was not an option. The clever monk immediately made a decision and removed Chen Mo from the team first. The others continued and asked a monk with quick legs and feet to report the matter and call the master of the Hidden Mist Peak Pavilion who was staying here to supervise to come over and take a look. See what's going on.
Chen Mo stood aside, pretending to be ignorant, waiting for the arrival of the foundation-building monk.
Not long after, the middle-aged monk who stayed behind came to the testing site. He glanced at Chen Mo, whose face was covered with scars, and asked his disciple: "What's going on? The stone tablet he took out showed blue mist?"
"Pavilion Master! It's true. This fellow Taoist is different from others..."
Chen Mo acted fearful and frightened towards this foundation-building monk, as if he was submissive, and seemed to have no idea what was going on with the situation in front of him.
"Show your wrist," the Pavilion Master of Hidden Mist Peak stretched out his left hand, slightly explored Chen Mo's spiritual veins with two fingers, and showed surprise: "What a powerful spiritual power you have! Are you a casual cultivator?"
Chen Mo nodded and asked: "Senior, what's going on with me?"
As the saying goes, too many words lead to mistakes. Chen Mo could never allow him to keep asking, so he interrupted the topic at the right time.
The middle-aged monk shook his head and said: "To be honest, I don't know either. Let's do this. You will test your bone age first, and then I will take you to a place, and Supreme Lord Jiedan will explain it to you. Are you willing? ?”
Mentioning the Supreme Master Jiedan, all the monks present were shocked. That was the true secret of the sect. The outer disciples could not see him for several years. This monk who had great luck encountered this guy just after he entered the school. How can you not make them jealous if you plant a good deed?
Everyone was jealous and envious, wishing they were the ones summoning the blue mist.
Chen Mo thought to himself that it was not good, what was supposed to come would still come. Fortunately, he had already considered this situation and did not panic. His face was stunned for a moment, and then he said happily: "Thank you, senior, how could the disciple be unwilling?"
Under the supervision of another foundation-building monk, Chen Mo took a photo of his twenty-seven-year-old bone age. This age is relatively common among the core disciples of Fuyun Sect, but for a casual cultivator... the upper limit is An inner disciple.
Therefore, the master of the Hidden Mist Pavilion was not too surprised. After measuring the bone age, he took Chen Mo and summoned the flying sword and left. In less than half a stick of incense, the two of them came to the corner between the two peaks, where the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. On the ground, the pavilion master surnamed Zhang hit a command talisman on the cave-like light curtain in front of him, and immediately looked down at the front with a respectful expression.
Chen Mo didn't dare to blame him, so he quickly followed his actions.
After a while, the silver light curtain automatically melted, and a red-haired old man walked out, dressed in bright red clothes. He glanced at Chen Mo with a knife-like gaze, making the latter feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Fortunately, he regained his consciousness in just a moment. Suddenly he said softly: "It's a bit interesting..."
Regardless of whether the pill-forming monk ignored him or not, he still had to be polite. Pavilion Master Zhang bowed slightly and said, "Greetings to Uncle Zhao!"
The Fuyun Sect respects cultivation and has a strict hierarchy. Those who are in the Qi refining stage should be called elders or uncles in the foundation building stage, while monks in the alchemy stage should be called masters.
Even though Chen Mo had not yet joined the Fuyun Sect, he still abided by the rules here and bowed quickly: "Meet Master Zhao!"
"No need to be polite."
The red-haired old man responded lightly. One breath ago, he was still a few feet away from Chen Mo, and the next breath, he was already in front of him. Before the latter could react, he had already grabbed his wrist and talked with Zhang Mo. The Pavilion Master also explored Chen Mo's internal condition.
This is the second time that Chen Mo has experienced the tyranny of the Core Formation stage. That time in Zhaotian Sect, he had no spiritual power and did not feel deeply. But this time is different. This domineering consciousness is completely different from that of Foundation Establishment, which makes Chen Mo's All the secrets seemed to be completely exposed to his sight, with nowhere to hide.
"Um?"
Out of curiosity, the red-haired old man crushed a raised spiritual power ball, and a large amount of pure spiritual power suddenly poured out. The latter quickly lost interest, thinking that it was the bubbles that the Daoji automatically condensed, that is, Without paying much attention, he retreated in a hurry.
"call......."
Chen Mo swallowed hard and thought to himself that it was very dangerous. Fortunately, the spiritual power balls in his Dantian were seven false and one true, and he was very lucky. He was not selected to choose the one with the black stone hidden in it. For just a moment, His back was completely soaked.
The red-haired old man saw his unbearable expression, but he didn't think much about it. For him, it would be a big problem if he saw someone crossing a big realm without any psychological fluctuations. This kid is so It's pretty good at a short distance without being paralyzed by fear.
"The Earth Yin Spirit Veins, the Yin Spirit Power generated the day after tomorrow, the level of spiritual power that is so difficult to cultivate is not low, it has actually reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, it's amazing..."
The words of the red-haired old man were full of praise for Chen Mo, and then he said lightly: "You have also practiced physical training, and you have the breath of bear essence and blood on your body. Your skill is the first level of Xiaoxuan Gong, right? In the outside world, it is still It’s a relatively common one, but when it comes to sects, hehe..."
The red-haired old man hadn't finished speaking yet, but what he wanted to express was already obvious.
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