Chapter 749 Gu Chi
“No one plows the wasteland, but there are people who fight for it.”
The old Taoist laughed loudly, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: “You just kept saying Tianxi is a place where rules are enforced, but I look at you, you are acting like a fool.
Just now, the mother of this child knelt on the ground and begged. I'm not a doctor, and I've spent my life and death lightly, but now I'm really happy with my little junior brother, and I'm extremely generous with the treasure of elixirs that I keep tightly in my pocket."
" So what about the realm of Baituo Mountain? The Tianxi Sword Sect is a famous and authentic sect, and this kid has not sold himself to Tianxi. Why, do you still want to keep him? "
Fan Hong smiled helplessly. If it were anyone else, he would not dare to mock Tianxi disciples so wantonly in the White Camel Mountain in front of everyone.
But the old Taoist priest in front of him is Zhenren Bai Ling, a master of his generation and the leader of the first-class immortal sect.
Even the lord of the sect has invited the master of Lingguan three times, a worldly master who lives in the guest house of Elder Baituo.
In front of this old Taoist priest, an insignificant outer disciple like Fan Hong really has no right to speak.
He could only nod his head repeatedly and said respectfully: "But today is the day when our sect opens its gate. This child was brought here all the way by his father in order to pay homage to the Tianxi. You The old man is robbing people so blatantly, I’m afraid it won’t be easy for us to explain to the lord.”
"Stop using your sword master to oppress people!" The old Taoist priest said without fear on his face: "It is true that this child has a high-grade spiritual root, but he has a high-grade medicinal spiritual root. He is a natural medicine cauldron. He can be used for treatment." He has made great achievements in martial arts.
Tianxi specializes in fighting and swordsmanship, and has both attributes. In contrast, even if he joins the Tianxi Sword Sect, he will be nothing more than an inner disciple who cannot achieve high or low, Qi Dafeiqi.”
How could Fan Hong be willing to accept such a rare high-grade spiritual disciple? He lost it in his hand, and at this moment he was extremely annoyed with the nosy Balian.
He secretly grinded his teeth, forced a smile on his face, and said: "The master of the sect has always cherished talents and cherished them. If he..."
"If he were here——" The old Taoist priest With a glance, he showed no mercy and said coldly: "I will expel you, a selfish person, from the sect as soon as possible!"
Fan Hong's body suddenly froze!
The old Taoist priest sneered and said: "Sword Master loves his talent, but he is a true gentleman who does not cheat in small things and does not leak in secret. Why do you think your sect leader founded the mountain and selected him?< br>
Is it to open up the mountain gate or to strengthen the Tianxi? Neither! The sword master’s heart is all about the common people, and the selection of disciples today is not for personal gain. , only in the prosperity of the right path!"
"If the sword master is here, it is precisely because the son is one of the top-grade spiritual roots that he will not cut off his fortune for your own selfish interests. With your eyesight, you may not be able to see the true significance of a qualified healing pharmacist to the righteous path of the Immortal Sect, right?”
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In the gurgling stream, a man stood crossing the stream with his clothes hanging down. His sleeves were flying, and he was holding a large pen in his hand. Ink dripped from the tip of the pen and fell into the stream. Dispersed and gone.
This man's eyes are as bright as stars, his waist is heavy and his temples are slender, he has an extraordinary air of dignity, and he waves the big pen in his arms like a dragon.
The cursive script of the Wei stele written by a wolf brush is written on the water surface with dragons and snakes, iron drawings with silver hooks, and the ink strokes are black but not astringent. The fonts are heavy and mountainous, and the tip of the pen is like a fairy. The ink enters the water and emits a carefree and romantic atmosphere. Seven points of majestic atmosphere.
‘Don’t you see, a man is as bold as a mountain, and the storm only lasts a moment. ’
A line of large ink characters merged in the stream and never dispersed. When the brush and ink were drawn back, a majestic and frivolous sword aura was revealed, making the gurgling water have the potential to rush through the Five Mountains and Guangling during the heavy rain.
The man's hair and clothes were all soaked. He stroked his hair and chuckled: "The old Taoist priest from Bailingguan has a clever mouth. He fights for people with Tianxi openly and openly, and he doesn't forget to take pictures. The leader of the sect is flattering and can’t find anything wrong with his righteous words. If this person doesn’t If you let go, it will become our Tianxi's fault."
Yun Rong was dressed in regular clothes, holding his sword and leaning against the tree, looking at the ink sword energy seriously, and said calmly: "Although the child's spiritual root is good, But it is not suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Third brother, your attainments in the "Cao Seal Sword Book" have improved a lot. If you have time, why don't you try the sword with me?"
Jing Kuang, who is known as Kuangcao Sword, laughed and said: "If you don't try it, I don't know what kind of experience my junior sister has suffered in the devil world. His temperament actually has a bit more murderous aura than before. If I were to try the sword with you, Master Brother, I’m afraid I won’t have time to sleep tonight.”
There are carp leaping in the river, the silver hook cuts through the water, disturbing the spring wrinkles of the stream, and a fisherman on the rocky bank of the stream, a man wearing a straw hat raises his pole. He retracted the hook, and the koi that could not escape while biting the hook bait was very skillfully thrown back into the stream.
And that line of wildly cursive ink characters disappeared.
It seems to be a simple swing of the hook to collect the bait and release the fish back to the stream. There is no other unusual behavior.
But the motionless grass seal sword script in the stream was easily broken by this fish and bait.
Jing Kuang's eyes fell on the white jade sword carried behind the man in the hat, and he chuckled: "It seems that the Sixth Junior Brother Zhongyou and his party have already achieved great success in the Mountain and River Sword."
Six Swordswoman Pei gathered up her fallen collar to cover up the old wounds on her neck. He lowered his eyes and looked at the fish in the water.
"Those with spiritual roots have beautiful inner treasures. Therefore, it is necessary to use spiritual stones as a supplement to get a glimpse of the quality of the spiritual roots. The young man seems to have a mediocre aura, but he can detect that this childish person is extraordinary among the crowd, but Regarding this vision, it is also something that can be created..."
Jing Kuang said: "Why didn't you say anything all of a sudden?"
Six Swords Ji Pei turned her head and looked at the woman under the tree calmly: "Fourth Senior Sister, your Taoist heart is messed up."
The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, each has its own ability, in terms of gods In terms of consciousness and perception, Ji Pei, who came after Li Li, was the strongest. Although Jing Kuang did not notice that Yun Rong was in a different state of mind, since he said that she was confused.
That must be a mess.
"Oh?" Jing Kuang's eyes suddenly became interested, and she touched her chin and looked towards Yun Rong: "This is really a strange thing. Everything is fleeting, and all the benefits are in vain. Sword madmen will also be confused sometimes. ?”
Yunrong brow Wrinkling slightly, he said: "The water flows and the environment is silent. You can find the joy of silence wherever you are noisy. Your heart is just moving despite the mountains and rivers."
Six Swords Ji Pei ignored her mysterious and mysterious statement. He said without mercy: "Is the fourth senior sister Do you know that young man?"
Yun Rong looked cold and tilted his head to one side: "I don't know him."
Ji Pei nodded and said, "I think this young man has a lot of character and character. Gentle yet proud, Shen Zhan is not as good as Take him in as a disciple. Your Shaoqing Peak is similar to Fourth Senior Sister's Quan Xuefeng. If you really raise a good sword embryo, you can test swords with Fourth Senior Sister more often in the future, and you can save yourself from being beaten by her day and night. The trouble of being entangled nearby. ”
On the bank of the stream, there suddenly appeared another graceful figure. She was wearing Tianxi school uniform, but she did not have a sword on her waist. She was holding a very thin golden embroidery needle in her hand.
The woman known as Shen Zhan is ranked eleventh, and her sword is named Fengyi. It is an old sword of the Qin State like the Shanhe Sword behind Ji Pei.
This woman is walking barefoot in the stream, with embroidered shoes hanging between her arms in an elegant way.
She looked at Ji Pei with a wry smile on her face: "My Fengyi Sword is not suitable for men to learn."
On the bank of the creek in the dark night, there was silence for a moment.
The joking in Ji Pei's eyes dissipated, he gave a faint hum and stopped talking.
Shen Zhan lifted up his skirt, sat down on the shore not far from Ji Pei, raised his eyes to the sky, and said softly: "Han Qiuhe has no intention of driving snakes to hurt people, but it is useless."
Ji Pei swung the fishing rod, his expression unchanged: "The person who comes is not good, just wait and see what happens. "
Jing sighed wildly: "The tall trees attract ghosts and gods."
The words were about to fall, and the sparkling river rose under his feet. There was no sound in the surroundings, but the water seemed to contain the heaven and earth. As the old saying goes, huge water droplets break out of the stream, and quickly turn into ice droplets, rolling away on the water surface.
Jing crazily holds the pen in the tiger's mouth, and suddenly there is blood!
He stared, his brows filled with a layer of frosty whiteness, and sighed again, saying: "The monster in the Changqing Pavilion has been making a lot of noise in the past few days. Second Master Ba Qing is afraid of it tonight. I am very busy.”
Changqing Pavilion is one of the scenic spots and historic sites of Tianxi Sword Sect, and it is also the place where disciples practice in the morning and dusk.
But few people know that under the pavilion chasing the sunset, surrounded by mountains and rivers, suppresses an ancient chi.
Chi is the dragon.
Now in this continent, the true dragon has long been extinct, and is nowhere to be found in the world.
The dragon gave birth to nine sons, one of whom was Chi.
Of course this is just a legend. Ancient Chi is thousands of miles apart from a sacred being like the true dragon, and at most he contains the thin blood of the dragon clan in his body.
But even so, with just that little bit of blood, it turned into a great demon that dominated the ancient times, making many immortals and Buddhas tremble.
Two hundred years ago, Six Swordswoman Pei was practicing in the shaman land of southern Xinjiang. When she encountered this unique creature, she was eating people and devouring mountains in the area.
He fought to the death with this ancient chi for three years, and was almost forced to fall and break his sword. If not for the chance encounter with King Youyin to help him, this ancient chi would probably have caused trouble for another thousand years and become a demon!
Afterwards, he brought the severely injured Gu Chi back to the Tianxi Sword Sect, and kept him under the Changqing Pavilion, and was guarded by Ba Qing, the ancient immortal beast who listened to Buddhist teachings. But tonight, there was another snake venom scene.
It is obviously a cold winter night, but in this cold forest and old mountain, there are secret changes, there is a huge phenomenon of the Waking of Insects, hundreds of insects are chirping, and everything is shocked!
Thinking about it, among the group of disciples who came to the mountain gate this year, some may have started to have ideas about Gu Chi.
In the village outside Shanfan, Fan Hong could not twist his thigh with his arms. How dare he continue to be arrogant in the face of a great master.
In the end, the boy was admitted by Master Boling.
The child's mother saw that the old Taoist priest was so good at transforming diseases and rescuing disasters that he was even more superb. Even the disciples of Tianxi respected him. She was not stupid. She knew that the child in her family was It must be fate to meet a noble person.
I couldn't help but burst into tears of gratitude, and I knelt on the ground and thanked him profusely.
The old Taoist priest turned the weeds into dust in his hands, waved the whisk lightly, looked at Balian with a smile, and said: "Young man, although I can't understand your basic qualifications, I can only talk about your demeanor. , and have vision, and are definitely not ordinary people. Are you willing to become my disciple?"
A dozen outer disciples and Jiang Qianjin in the car were stunned when they heard this.
Although Bai Lingguan is not as prosperous as the Tianxi Sword Sect, it is still one of the few first-class immortal sects in the world. The incense has been passed down for thousands of years. How can you accept disciples so casually?
At least you should check to see if this person has spiritual roots.
Otherwise, if he is just a mortal, or just a miscellaneous spiritual root, no matter how extraordinary his vision is, it will ultimately be difficult to achieve success.
Liu Qixue looked curiously, looked at Bailian and said with a smile: "This young master is very lucky. Although Bai Ling Temple is not large, this real Bai Ling has a very protective nature and treats the audience very well. It can be said that the middle disciple regards him as his own son. If he can become a disciple of Zhenren, he will probably become a famous figure in the immortal sect in the future. ”
Jiang Yunqin's mood was complicated. She was able to worship the Tianxi through her spiritual roots. However, among the Tianxi, there were many peerless geniuses. With her soft-hearted nature, it was probably a blessing to be able to become an inner disciple.
But this young man was so lucky because of a small thing that the immortal took him as his disciple. Looking at this situation, he must be trained by Bo Lingguan.
In terms of future prospects, he may not be worse than me.
Thinking of this, she became more and more annoyed.
Regarding the invitation from the old Taoist priest, Bailian smiled politely and said: "Thank you for your love, Master, but I only care about Tianxi. I'm afraid I will let down Master's kindness."
He actually refused? !
Everyone was stunned. Seeing his calm and confident appearance, they couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea in their hearts.
Could it be that this young man believes that he possesses a spiritual root that is rarer and rarer than the top-grade spiritual roots, and wants to fight for a place in this Tianxi? !
Fan Hong couldn't care less about the unhappiness that just happened. If he were asked to screen out one top-grade spiritual root, it would be a great achievement, and a thousand high-grade spiritual roots would be more than enough.
Full of excitement and anticipation, he quickly invited Balian to go to the altar and touch the glazed spiritual ball.
Balian glanced at him with a smile, but did not go. Instead, he went around to the last group, folded his arms and said: "The rules of the Tianxi Sword Sect are like mountains, and the laws are unbreakable. In order not to cause trouble to others, I still abide by the rules." Let’s get in line? Anyway, I’m not sick, so I can afford to wait.”
The more he puts on airs, the more people think he has money up his sleeve.
Liu Qixue laughed out loud: "The ink in this young master's belly is really dark."
Jiang Yunqin was in the same mood as Fan Hong at the moment, and was overwhelmed by Baili Anna's unconventional behavior also made her anxious, and she felt that this person was really arrogant to the extreme.
Fan Hong was slapped in the face one after another. Although he was anxious, he couldn't say anything more. He just had to endure it. Finally, when Bai Lian came, the big stone in his heart became more stable.
He played with the glazed spirit ball on the table, with a good attitude, and said with a smile: "Plan your own affairs and be loyal to your duties. I hope this little brother will not take it to heart."
Balian did not answer. He raised his palm and placed it on the surface of the sphere under the expectant gazes of the dozen outer disciples.
For a long time... there was no movement.
Fan Hong blinked blankly, looking a little silly.
The fellow student next to him also blinked with a strange expression: "Is this spiritual stone broken?"
There are thousands of people coming to participate in the selection today. Even if they are mortals with ordinary blood, even if they do not possess spiritual roots, as living beings among all living beings, their ordinary bodies will still contain the fresh spirits of heaven and earth. force.
Therefore, the glass ball will give more or less light reaction.
There was no brilliance at all, as if he had hit a dead object...
Perhaps the impact of the gap between the front and back was too great, so Fan Hong narrowed his eyes unwillingly and stared hard. Looking at the glazed spiritual ball, trying to find a miracle.
The next moment, his eyelids twitched fiercely, he took a deep breath and said: "The spiritual stone is not broken."
He pointed at the glass ball, and his eyes returned to the formulaic indifference: "It's gray."
In the center of the sphere, the color of the visible signs is a dark color, blending with the night, so it is extremely difficult to Discover.
The gray atmosphere...
That is a spiritual root that is even more rubbish than a useless spiritual root.
This is simply more desperate than those without spiritual roots. At least the mortals without spiritual roots, if they have a great chance to get spiritual roots with similar attributes, or to combine countless rare materials and rare treasures, Maybe even spiritual roots can be planted.
But this gray aura is clearly the root of death.
The necromantic root is extremely stubborn, as deep-rooted as a stubborn stone. In other words, it is just sitting in a manhole without shit. No matter how many elixirs and herbs are thrown at it, it will be useless, and even replacing the spiritual root will not work.
A destined waste, brought into the sect is a waste of food rations.
For a moment, the dozen or so outer disciples felt very unlucky.
The depression in Jiang Yunqin's heart was suddenly lifted. She relaxed her brows and chuckled: "I should have good luck, but because of my overly proud heart, I lost everything." If you lose the watermelon, you will lose both ends.”
Liu Qixue didn't understand why she, who had always been gentle and gentle, was so harsh and mean to this young man.
However, although this is not pleasant to say, it is also reasonable.
Now, the immortal Taoist priest may not dare to accept him.
Fan Hong said calmly: "It seems that this little brother has no fate with Tianxi and Bai Lingguan."
Bailian's face did not show any embarrassment. He retracted his palm and put it into his sleeve.
Master Bai Ling kindly helped him resolve the embarrassment and said: "The old Taoist is not a person who breaks his promise. Although it is difficult for the dead soul to become a great road, if you are willing to practice with me, the old Taoist can teach you the method of strengthening your body and prolonging your life, and teach you how to distinguish The practice of medicine has its own destiny in this world."
Bailian saw the old Taoist priest's eyes full of concern. Although it was mostly because of the little boy's face that he favored him, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.
He chuckled and said: "A true man is a righteous man, but Bo Ling Guan is indeed not suitable for juniors. What I want in my heart is still Tianxi."
Fan Hong saw that what he said was simply true. He was shameless and frowned. Because he had nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, he spoke with increasing anger: "Tianxi Sword Sect, we don't accept waste!"
The remaining dozen or so outer disciples burst into flames. laugh.
Jiang Yunqin also laughed and shook his head: "You are humiliating yourself."
But there was no trace of humiliation on Bailian's face. He calmly took out a silver-embroidered coin from his sleeve. Thread lock spirit bag.
“I heard that the Tianxi Sword Sect has another rule. If you participate in the selection of disciples, you can surrender a hundred resentful ghosts to pass the spiritual root test.”
“Huh? "Fan Hong couldn't help laughing, with a playful expression. Looking at the spirit bag in his hand: "Do you think I would believe that a person with a necromancy root can subdue a hundred resentful ghosts?"
Grudge ghosts are not evil ghosts, they are all causing trouble. , and the evil spirit must have been brewing for at least five hundred years before it can cause resentment!
One hundred resentful ghosts, that is a workload that only an inner disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect can complete in ten years.
(End of this chapter)