The alchemy monks in the sect were beyond Chen Mo's imagination, both in terms of eyesight and experience. Within half a quarter of an hour of meeting, he found out his details.
The pavilion master surnamed Zhang glanced at Chen Mo, who had a look of astonishment on his face. His mind moved slightly, and he raised his hands and asked, "Uncle Zhao, you are very experienced and knowledgeable. Can you explain to your disciples what the Yin Spirit Power is?"
The red-haired old man chuckled: "Brother Zhang, you have found the right person. If you ask other old guys who form pills, they may be embarrassed."
The pavilion master surnamed Zhang also smiled and said: "In terms of knowledge in the world of cultivation, Master Zhao is second to none in the entire Wei Kingdom, so this disciple came to visit rashly..."
No one doesn't like to be praised. The red-haired old man laughed heartily when he said this: "Master Nephew Zhang's words are serious. It doesn't matter. I will explain what Yin Spirit Power is and let this kid understand it. Don't live up to it." An opportunity given to you by God."
Both of them looked like they were all listening.
The red-haired old man suddenly said: "Yin vein spiritual power is a variation of spiritual energy in a monk's body. It corresponds to the Yang vein spiritual power. It is as cold as ice and extremely cold and thick. It is slightly different from the normal monk's cultivation level. The ninth level of Qi has reached its peak, and you can try to build the foundation."
"Similarly, Yin Meridian monks are also very powerful in combat. It stands to reason that if a guy like this guy at the sixth level of Qi Refining practices some of the best techniques in the sect, and supplements them with more decent magic weapons, he can defeat weaker ones. Core disciples won’t be a problem.”
"Is he that strong?!" Pavilion Master Zhang looked shocked. The sixth level of Qi Refining was far worse than the thirteenth level! Can such incredible things happen?
But soon the red-haired old man cleared up his doubts and said with a loud laugh: "Master Zhang, how can there be any benefit obtained out of thin air in the world of cultivation? The price paid for cultivating Yin Meridian spiritual power is also very high, not to mention You can only practice in a few hours at night. The cultivation speed is three times slower than that of ordinary people, which is enough to shut out 95% of the monks! I wonder if what I said is right, this qi-refining boy?"
After Chen Mo got the black stone, his cultivation speed was only half that of a normal monk. However, there was no spiritual energy-filled realm in the past few years, which caused his cultivation to progress slowly. Otherwise, he should have reached the ninth level of Qi refining by now. .
Of course, he would not tell all these secrets to the red-haired old man. He showed a wry smile that was seen through by an expert: "Master Zhao is right, it is true."
After hearing the positive answer from the rightful owner, the red-haired old man said nothing and stroked his beard with a contented expression.
The Pavilion Master named Zhang said in confusion: "If this is the case, how did you reach the sixth level of Qi Refining?"
Before Chen Mo could speak, the red-haired old man explained for him: "Master Zhang, didn't I just say that the earth-yin spiritual veins awakened the day after tomorrow are full of uncertainty, and it is possible that he can reach the first level of Qi refining speed. It will slow down, and it is possible that your cultivation will stagnate again at the peak of your Qi refining. This depends on your personal luck and opportunity."
It was also the first time for Chen Mo to hear a detailed explanation of the Earthly Yin Spiritual Veins. Unfortunately, the Yinling Veins that he had damaged due to the Earthly Sword Sect's Lingshi Mine and were later repaired by the Huaqing Pill did not count. A complete awakening the day after tomorrow is naturally different from what the red-haired old man said.
The Pavilion Master named Zhang cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Zhao, how should we determine his sect identity?"
"Giving him the status of an outer sect disciple is indeed an insult to his talent. If you are in trouble, pass on my instructions and give him the title of an inner sect disciple. As for the core, it still needs to be assessed. After all, it is the sect's full resources. The presence...."
The red-haired old man thought for a moment and then spoke again.
After getting the explanation they wanted, Pavilion Master Zhang and Chen Mo said goodbye to Master Zhao. The former drove the flying sword back to Hidden Mist Peak and brought Chen Mo to a main hall.
"Boy, I, Zhang Siyuan, want to accept you as a registered disciple. Are you willing to join Hidden Mist Peak?" The pavilion master named Zhang suddenly spoke to Chen Mo behind him, which made his heart tremble violently. .
It was written in the entry book that the status of a named disciple is higher than that of the inner sect. Only monks under the masters of various palm peak pavilions can bear this title.
Compared with ordinary inner disciples, the advantage of registered disciples is that they can listen to the master's sermons once a month, answer their doubts about practice, and at the same time, they can also provide guidance based on each person's actual situation, which is equivalent to more A nominal master.
As far as Chen Mo knew, there were more than 2,000 inner sect disciples, and there were no more than 300 named disciples of the six palm peak pavilion masters. And if he agreed now, he could easily become one of them!
As for why this happened, Chen Mo also knew in his heart that Zhang Siyuan felt that his Diyin spiritual vein had potential and wanted to train a leader of Hidden Mist Peak who could also suppress the younger generation of other Palm Peaks.
He had no choice but to switch to the sect, and his master's whereabouts were unknown at the moment. Chen Mo's practice of becoming a disciple again was tantamount to defecting from his sect. Even his status as a registered disciple could not shake Chen Mo's bottom line.
From asking to Chen Mo thinking, only a few breaths passed.
He smiled bitterly, then declined politely: "Thank you Pavilion Master Zhang for your appreciation. My disciple's cultivation is shallow, and I am worried that I will miss the title of Hidden Mist Peak, so I'd better ask Pavilion Master to take back his life!"
Zhang Siyuan thought he was being polite, so he emphasized it again, but Chen Mo still refused. Only then did he realize it, and said with a half-smile: "Oh? It seems that you already have your favorite palm peak, don't you see?" Want to get one-third of an acre of my land?"
Being rejected by a junior one after another, it was strange that Zhang Siyuan could lose his face, but even so, he could continue chatting with Chen Mo calmly, and the cultivation of Qi was indispensable.
Chen Mo was afraid that he would misunderstand and offend a foundation-building elder when he first came to Fuyun Sect, so he quickly explained: "The master of the pavilion has misunderstood. This disciple is a casual cultivator and has had a disciple in the outside world. It would be against him to become a disciple again..."
Zhang Siyuan interrupted him and said: "Then why did you come to Fuyun Sect to become a disciple? Isn't this betrayal of your master?"
"Returning to the Pavilion Master, I don't want this to happen. However, the whereabouts of the master at the Rogue Cultivator Conference are still unknown. The situation on the borders of the Seven Kingdoms is now severe. The disciple's cultivation level is limited. If the master really encounters something unexpected, I, as a disciple, cannot do anything for him. If Master takes revenge, how can he still have the dignity to survive in this world?"
Although the impassioned words he spoke were not part of his plan, the psychological quality he had cultivated over a long period of time allowed Chen Mo to not panic in any situation, and his words in response were quite reasonable.
Hearing what Chen Mo said, Zhang Siyuan glanced at him in surprise. At a young age, he knew that kindness must be repaid, and when drinking water, remember the source. If it can be used by the sect...
"No! It should be said that it is used by Hidden Mist Peak. If you show me a little kindness, how can I not be grateful?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Siyuan's heart secretly became hot.
"In this case, I have wrongly blamed you." Zhang Siyuan patted Chen Mo on the shoulder: "Forget it, when one day you figure it out, you can come to Hidden Mist Peak to find me at any time. Your identity as a registered disciple is indispensable. !”
Chen Mo naturally nodded in agreement.
Throughout the ages, no matter which sect in the world of cultivation, factional disputes have been indispensable. Sometimes when a good seedling grows up, it can bring huge benefits to the sower. Zhang Siyuan obviously understands this well.
Since he didn't become a disciple, he couldn't take Chen Mo into the hall. Zhang Siyuan, like a magic trick, took out a palm-sized jade plaque and handed it to him, saying:
"Go north and pass the stone bridge across two peaks. There is a miscellaneous affairs hall. Later, you will drop the jade token into the essence and blood to identify the master. It contains your initial ten-point contribution to the sect. Then go to the miscellaneous affairs hall to show your identity token. , get a Fuyun Sect outfit, and find an unused cave to live in peace of mind."
"Thank you, Pavilion Master!" Chen Mo took the jade token and bowed quickly to thank him. The latter smiled slightly, and when Chen Mo looked up, he had already disappeared.
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When Chen Mo arrived at the Sundry Hall, the casual cultivators who had joined the Fuyun Sect with him had already received their belongings. The place was empty, and there was not a single idle cultivator.
Not surprisingly, he should be the last inner disciple to come to receive the reward.
"Why are you so lazy like an old man..."
Before Chen Mo got close, he heard the complaints of an old man in front of the palace door. He shook his head, then made the last tick on the jade slip, and took a large picture from the storage bag. The pile of things covered the table in front of him.
Chen Mo was dazzled by this series of actions, and the old man ignored him and said absently: "Two pieces of Fuyun Sect robes, ten spiritual stones, a middle-grade fairy sword, three defensive talisman compilations, twenty Bigu Pills A piece of cave occupation token and a storage bag."
"Come over and see if you need anything. If you don't have anything, please go back to bed!"
It was the first time that Chen Mo encountered such a perfunctory monk in Fuyun Sect. He didn't dare to say anything. He went over to check it silently. After finding that there were no problems, he received everything in his storage bag.
"It's okay, let's go!" The old man with disheveled hair smelled of alcohol and was about to leave. Chen Mo suddenly stopped him: "Senior brother, please don't leave."
The old man's cultivation level was almost the same as him, both at around the twelfth level of Qi Refining, so it was natural to call him senior brother.
Before the old man could answer, Chen Mo put ten low-grade spiritual stones into a new storage bag, handed it to him quietly, and whispered: "Junior brother, I am new here, and I hope you can give me some advice!"
Although he was unfamiliar with the place and only had ten spirit stones, Chen Mo still had the courage to take a gamble.
"What are you doing!" The old man glanced around in a panic, and hurriedly pushed the storage bag back: "What does this mean to the sect? Is this the kind of person this little old man is!"
The previous casual cultivators also wanted to ask him, but he didn't say anything. Firstly, there were too many people and there were too few spiritual stones. One or two pieces were meaningless, and it was easy to be reported for being greedy. Things that are cultivated cannot be violated.
Casual cultivators are usually very poor and have to carefully plan every piece of spiritual stone. This is the first time that the old man has seen such a generous move like Chen Mo.
Chen Mo didn't say much. After a few more pulls with the old man, he forced the storage bag back.
Seeing that he really wanted to give it to him, the old man narrowed his eyes and took the things Chen Mo had given him into his arms in an instant. After silently reciting a few spells, he handed back the empty storage bag: "I guess you know etiquette." , tell me, what do you want to know!"
After collecting the spirit stones, his attitude was completely different from his previous impatient look.
Chen Mo took out the cave token given to him by the old man and used his spiritual power to stimulate it. Suddenly, an illusory screen of light appeared in front of the two of them. Above it was the phantom of the Xuanwu Mountains that had shrunk a thousand times.
There were two kinds of light spots, blue and red, on this light screen, marking the free caves of the inner and outer disciples respectively. Chen Mo stared at it for a while and said to the old man beside him: "I hope my senior brother can point out three places with strong spiritual energy." Let me choose the boundaries of the land."
This old man is the steward of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, and he must be doing a lot of research on things in the cave. Ten spiritual stones in exchange for a comfortable place is more cost-effective than blindly searching for something.
"Let me explain in advance, the little old man is only responsible for pointing out the location. As for whether you can handle the relationship with the monks around you, it is not up to the little old man. Do you hear me?" The old man rolled his eyes and said slowly: "And Once the cave is selected, it cannot be changed again within three years.”
"Then I won't bother you, senior brother." Chen Mo smiled slightly, still controlling the fluctuations of the cave's shadows.
"Here, here, and at the corner of the sloping mountain peak!"
After receiving Chen Mo's assurance, the old man divided three boundaries for Chen Mo: "These three small places are the gathering places of the sect's spiritual veins. There are also many places for the inner disciples to open caves. The little old man will never I will deceive you, if you don’t believe it, just investigate on your own.”
Chen Mo laughed and said, "How could it be? I would like to thank senior brother even more."
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The items had been collected, and Chen Mo also got the results he wanted. After taking the old man away, he drove the flying talisman towards the three directions marked by the old man in the chore hall.
What the other party said was true. After several hours of observation, Chen Mo found that the aura of the three environments was almost equally dense. After making a difficult choice, he chose a gentle mountainside at the angle between two peaks.
Without it, there is a crystal clear stream flowing from south to north. According to the secular world, the feng shui of this place is better, which is also the key to Chen Mo's decision.
As for the six medium-sized residences more than ten feet below his cave, he automatically ignored them.
After marking the blue light spot in the token, the top of the cave immediately glowed slightly with blue light.
At the same time, the light spots on the token slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared above the light curtain, which also marked that this place belonged to Chen Mo for a long time.
"Wait for me to go in and take a look first..."
The more Chen Mo looked at his new cave, the more satisfied he became, and he couldn't wait to rush in. It was no problem to keep the cloud crystal insects in the spirit beast bag. Now that he had a cave, he could relax a lot.
At the same time, while Chen Mo was happily arranging the cave, six chatting and laughing monks had just returned their tasks from Yunji Pavilion and were returning to their cave with flying talismans.
"...Brother Yulin, did you see that just now? Those hot-figured girls from Piaomiao Peak were rushing past. Their figures... Tsk, tsk! They were also wearing bright red dresses. What are they doing? ah?"
The speaker was a short dwarf. When he mentioned the female cultivator, an extremely lewd smile appeared on his face, causing the others to laugh maliciously.
While galloping, someone answered and said: "I heard that today is the day when those low-level casual cultivators join the Fuyun Sect. They went to dance, and the Pavilion Master Wu Nichang each made a ten-point contribution!"
"Damn it!" A monk swore: "Why don't we have our turn for such a good thing? Working hard to earn contribution points is not as good as a few female monks having sex. Where can we get the fuck to reason with this?"
"That's right...Brother Zhou is right!"
"It makes sense. In my opinion, those casual cultivators should be allowed to jump up there while we disciples watch from below!"
"Ha ha...."
"Old Xu is right! Why should they be on an equal footing with our hard-working disciples as soon as they enter the sect? Right, boss!"
Everyone was chatting enthusiastically, but they never heard Feng Yulin, the leader of the five, speak. At this moment, they all slowly slowed down their flying talisman and looked back at the young man with a gloomy face.
"Asshole...some guy who took advantage of the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard took over the cave where I plan to stay!!"
Feng Yulin gritted his teeth and looked into the distance. Needless to say, it must have been done by some casual cultivator who didn't know the rules! !
Just seven days ago, after the cave monks above the six people were accepted as registered disciples by Zhetian Peak and moved away, the treasure land full of spiritual energy became idle and uninhabited.
Feng Yulin, with quick eyes and quick hands, took over the geomantic treasure land first and even moved the things in. He just had to hand it over today, but unexpectedly, he was a step too late. The location could not be found in the cave token.
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