Almost as soon as the words were spoken, a soft force enveloped the two of them, and the surrounding scenery was instantly distorted. Xie Jingsong guessed that the elders of the Xuanjian Sect had taken action, so she did not resist and continued to pretend to be her body.
Anyway, if she dies here, it's not her who has a headache.
Not long after it was closed, a rather cold voice sounded above the head: "We're here, go in."
It was a young male cultivator wearing a gray-green robe. He was tall and thin. His long hair was meticulously attached to his scalp and bound by a jade hairpin. He looked serious and deep, very much like an ascetic monk.
...What an old bamboo pole.
Xie Jingsong rolled over and got up, glanced at him quietly, and poked Zhang Yunqing at his side with her elbow: "Thank you so much, Xiao Qing, let us say thank you to the kindhearted person."
Zhang Yunqing, who was dizzy and couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, was led away by her: "Thank you, kindhearted person."
The male cultivator commanded two streams of light to fall into the two of them. After checking their condition, he couldn't help but said "Opportunistically!" to Xie Jingsong with a cold face, then threw away his sleeves and left.
Zhang Yunqing turned to look at her with confused eyes. Xie Jingsong did not feel embarrassed and pointed to the mountain gate hidden behind two towering trees: "Let's go in and test the spiritual roots."
How should I explain to the simple lady that she was not exhausted at all just now, but just too lazy to climb anymore, so she pretended to be a corpse?
Dusting off the dust that was accidentally stained on her body, Xie Jingsong thought about it and decided to play dead to the end.
Behind the mountain gate is a small road with trees planted on both sides, making it extremely narrow. But when they reach the end, they suddenly see a bright light - a huge square that can accommodate tens of thousands of people just jumps into their eyes.
The innermost side of the square is a mountain wall with inscriptions on it, and the remaining three sides are surrounded by green plants, which is very eye-friendly. Standing here can't help but feel relaxed and happy, and even breathing becomes much easier.
Xie Jingsong saw hundreds of people surrounding the front of the square at a glance. She was about to take Zhang Yunqing to get closer, but was interrupted by a crisp and familiar voice: "Hey! You are here!"
It was quiet all around, but this sudden greeting attracted the attention of most people in the square.
It was hard not to be timid. Zhang Yunqing trembled and shrank behind Xie Jingsong. She was caught out by her quick eyes and quick hands, so she had no choice but to step forward and said: "Well... that's not right!"
She suddenly looked at Xie Jingsong who had pulled her out and started looking at the sky and the ground and looking at his fingernails: "She's talking about you! Does she know you too?"
Xie Jingsong, who was not very confident, thought for a while: "Probably?"
Ji Shi, who didn't care about the feelings of the people around him, came over with his sword in his arms and smiled so stupidly and innocently: "I told you that I won't misjudge the person. You two can really cultivate, hehe!"
Someone whispered: "Who is this person? Who are those two people?"
"Why didn't anyone warn her when she was so noisy?"
"Yes, didn't you say you have to be quiet? I haven't dared to say a word since I came in!"
"Is this fair?"
The monk maintaining order next to him had a headache and sighed: "That is Senior Sister Ji, the direct disciple of the head of our Xuanjian Sect. You should not provoke her at ordinary times. Those two next to you... are probably the people she likes."
Everyone looked at each other, then looked at the dirty gray-robed girl up and down, with questions on their faces: "Disciple?"
"Can a direct disciple not abide by the rules?"
"So, can she be considered a direct disciple?"
"Is this the rule of your Xuanjian Sect?"
It's strange to say that when you are alone, you may be cowardly, but if you add this cowardly voice to the voice of the public, then you will gain confidence from nowhere.
Seeing that the dissatisfaction was about to turn into a vast ocean, the monk shouted decisively: "Senior Sister Xiao Ji, someone is making trouble!"
Ji Shi gave a stingy look and said, "Oh, okay!"
The long sword was unsheathed in just the blink of an eye, and a bit of cold light flashed across the eyes, grabbing everyone's attention. The biting coldness of the winter wind coming from the sword's edge took root in the heart, making people unable to resist at all. the meaning of.
This is an unpretentious sword. It looks very cold because there is no embellishment, but no one can ignore the cold light that can compete with the scorching sun.
It easily cuts through the invisible dissatisfaction that has just accumulated.
"I do not follow the rules," Ji Shi said seriously as she glanced around at the crowd of people who were about to cry because of her fright, "because I have the capital."
"Beat me and you can accuse me."
Deathly silence spread, and the monk who was well aware of Ji Shi's urinary nature let out a long sigh of relief, with a smile on his face unconsciously: "Senior Sister Xiao Ji, you can use your magical powers now, and we're going to start testing your spiritual roots."
"Oh well."
Ji Shi obediently recalled her sword, turned around and met Zhang Yunqing's eyes with sparkling eyes.
"So strong!"
Ji Shi scratched the side of his face, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Really?"
Xie Jingsong nodded and affirmed: "It's as powerful as freezing fourteen continents with one sword."
I never expected that such a person with such a brilliant mind could be a super strong swordsman.
"Actually, I'm not that strong. After practicing for so long, Master can still beat me with one hand."
It feels like some old immortal is bullying a simple little girl. If you are not sure, please listen again.
"But it's a good thing to make progress. I can go twenty rounds under Master! It's not like before, when I just drew my sword and was pushed to the ground."
Very good, it’s confirmed, there are old immortals bullying innocent little girls.
Xie Jingsong faintly patted Ji Shi's shoulder and encouraged: "Come on, sooner or later it will be you who knocks people to the ground."
"Well, I think so too," Ji Shi came over and whispered, "I was just trying to scare them, because Master said, take action when someone makes trouble. This is in line with my status as a direct disciple."
"...No, no, your master taught me well."
"..."
"Someone is instigating your apprentice to beat you to the ground and ignore him?"
Someone in the pavilion somewhere spoke.
It is quiet and secluded here, with a circle of green bamboos planted around it. There is no fog, but the sunshine is very good, and the golden color falls all over the body, casting a spell to make these immortals lazy.
About five or six people were sitting around a round table with a water mirror on it. What was playing on the water mirror at the moment was the episode in which Xie Jingsong encouraged Ji Shi to rebel.
"You may not be able to join my Xuanjian Sect, don't worry about it," the handsome man Feng Shen started to dress up, "Besides, even after ten years, I can still push that girl to the ground."
A female cultivator lying lazily on the table laughed out loud. Seeing everyone's expressions of "You're here again", the female cultivator loudly cleared her throat that wasn't itchy: "Ahem, no, I I just thought of something funny.”
Facing the threatening look of Shi Changqing, the current head of the Xuanjian Sect, she bit the bullet and added: "Well, you all know that I like to be sick, just treat it as if I am sick, yes, I am sick."
What should I say? Some people pretended to be disdainful, but in fact they could hardly hold down the extremely talented young disciple with one hand. In order to protect his master's face, he secretly took drugs before fighting with others. If she told such embarrassing things...
Hey, it’s better not to say it.
"Oh, the test is about to begin. Do you think there will be a few good disciples with outstanding talents?"
"Not necessarily. Resources are sparse recently, and there are not even a few talented young disciples."
"I think there must be something about those two people who are attracted by Xiao Shi... Is it a mutual attraction between geniuses?"
"Come on, Xiaoshi's terrible telepathy, how often does it not cause problems?"
The chat started here, and the spiritual roots in the square were also tested.
What surprised Xie Jingsong was that there was nothing fancy about the ceremony. The one used to measure the spiritual roots was only a half-person-high mirror placed on a stand. Just put your hands together, close your eyes and meditate, and your spiritual roots will appear in the mirror.
It was the old bamboo pole that recorded everyone's spiritual roots... No, it was the "good Samaritan" who rescued her and Zhang Yunqing.
Standing beside him was a female nun with a dull face, wearing a gray and white monk's robe, with her hair simply tied up with a comb. Her expression was as dull as her eyebrows, and you could faintly see a hint of languor in her eyes. She looked very much like the duck who had been driven into a fight.
Because they arrived late and stood at the back, it was not their turn for a while, so Xie Jingsong asked Ji Shi, who was following them, some questions about spiritual roots.
There is no doubt that a monk must have spiritual roots, but spiritual roots cannot determine a monk's life or death. It is just an incision for monks to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so don’t be too discouraged if three or even four spiritual roots are detected.
However, the greater the number, the stronger the interference will be, and the more difficult it will be to walk on the road. The fewer the better, after all, no one can guarantee that his will will always be as strong as stone.
Xie Jingsong listened and paid attention to the movement in front.
She saw that people who had their spiritual roots tested could get a small jade tablet with a smooth texture after knowing their spiritual roots. The same shape is as big as half a palm, but the colors are different.
A cursory swipe reveals at least five colors.
Not expecting Ji Shi to discover her doubts on his own initiative, Xie Jingsong thought for a while and asked, "What is the brand they are holding?"
Ji Shi took a glance at it and said, "That is a temporary disciple card. It is issued based on the current qualifications. With this, you can temporarily enter and exit our outer gate. After you have completed the assessment for this level, you can officially join the Xuanxuan School based on the assessment results." It’s Jian Zong.”
Test, test, test, no matter what the world of cultivation has to test, she is not a chicken, duck, pig or cow.
But if that door is the first step to filter out the vast majority of people, then the temporary disciple card and the subsequent assessment are probably the second step in filtering and sorting.
Thinking this, Xie Jingsong couldn't help but sigh quietly and directed the topic elsewhere: "By the way, what kind of spiritual root do you have?"
Ji Shi patted the unspectacular sword in her arms: "I am a single-jin spirit root, and I am good at swordsmanship... I entered the way of swordsmanship because my sword 'He Feng' chose me."
When she said this, a faint trace of sadness passed over her lowered eyes, making her whole body covered with this sad look.
Zhang Yunqing, who had no eyesight at all and was about to go up to ask what was wrong, was pulled back by Xie Jingsong, a reliable adult woman, and received an elbow attack along the way.
At first glance, it means that someone is remembering something sad. If you are not familiar with it, it is not recommended to get involved. If you accidentally step on a painful spot, it is possible to draw a sword and beat you up on the spot.
This is someone else's territory, and even if you are beaten and cried, you won't be able to regain your place.
Fortunately, it only took a few breaths for Ji Shi to restrain herself. She looked over her head and counted the people in the row in front of her, and said in an expectant voice: "I think you two must have single spiritual roots!"
Zhang Yunqing blinked: "I accept your good words!"
Xie Jingsong was silent.
"Well said," she finally said with difficulty, "don't say it again next time."
She was captured by the damn powerful flag!
