Chapter 612 Meeting Ceremony
The many boys and girls present never expected that this selection test would involve touching a ball.
However, their elders in the family have carefully warned themselves not to provoke these testers. It is said that these people's backstage background is greater than that of the county magistrate.
At that moment, someone came out of the queue, walked straight to Wen Yanhan, and put his hand on the ball.
I saw the glow flashing inside the round bead for a few times, but there was no reaction the next moment.
"No."
Wen Yanhan shook her head gently, and then used her eyes to signal others to come forward and test.
When the young man saw this, although he didn't know what happened, he knew that he had lost the election. He had to lower his head and sigh, turned around and walked out of the hall.
After the first person started, people came forward one after another to take part in the test, but the orb seemed to be broken, not even flashing, and there was no reaction at all.
More and more young men and women left the hall, but Wen Yanhan's expression did not change at all.
When she reached the 128th position, she was a timid little girl, about ten years old. She put her hand on the bead, and the glow in the bead finally flashed again.
This time it did not go out immediately, but a halo of red, gold, and green appeared.
Wen Yanhan nodded lightly and said: "The three attribute spiritual roots of fire, metal and wood are barely passed. Come behind me."
The little girl nodded after hearing this. He stood obediently behind Wen Yanhan.
The test of the round beads continued, and by the time Liang Yan arrived, he was already in the 368th place.
He put his chubby little hand on the bead, and a faint glow immediately emitted from the bead, like a firefly on a summer night, fluttering and flickering, as if it might go out at any time.
However, this glow did not go out in the end. It endured tenaciously to the end and turned into five colors inside the bead, each of which was very thin.
“Huh?”
Wen Yanhan frowned and seemed speechless.
"It is actually the worst five-attribute miscellaneous spiritual root, and each attribute is between 'yes' and 'no'. This is probably the worst spiritual root level," Wen Yanhan said He muttered.
Although she spoke softly, Liang Yan's sharp ears caught everything and he couldn't help but blush.
His achievements today are mostly due to the blessing of Jue Tian Dao Ji, but his own spiritual roots are still mixed spiritual roots of five attributes.
Although this round bead is somewhat mysterious, it can only detect Liang Yan's spiritual root. How can it detect the Juetian Dao Foundation in his body?
So in Wen Yanhan's eyes, this "Ding Yun" is a candidate between a mortal and a monk.
It might be said that he does not have this kind of immortality, but he still has spiritual roots, at least he can barely practice. But if you really want to say that he has the qualifications to cultivate, these five-attribute miscellaneous spiritual roots are indeed too weak. I am afraid that even if he is recruited into the sect, it will be difficult to break through the bottleneck of the third level of Qi refining in this life. "It really gave me a problem."
Wen Yanhan put her hand on her forehead, with a look of embarrassment on her face. She glanced at Junior Brother Xu behind her, but saw the man wave his hand and whispered: "It's better not to give up this time. There are not many disciples recruited, and this one is not missing. After all, it is difficult to prove this. It's better to just let him enjoy life in the world."
After hearing this, Wen Yanhan nodded lightly. However, just when she was about to say no to "Ding Yun", she saw that this man suddenly stopped. He took out a paper bag from his cuff and handed it into his hands.
Then I heard the little fat man say with a smile: "Sister, don't worry, this is an ancestral item of our Ding family. I brought it here today as a gift to my sister."
Wen Yanhan took the paper bag with a puzzled look and glanced at "Ding Yun" again. Seeing that he was always smiling, she couldn't help cursing in her heart: "Annoying little fat guy!"
But the next moment, when she opened the paper package, she was stunned.
I saw a piece of iron inside. There were many small characters carved on the iron piece, which were a series of formulas.
Wen Yanhan's eyes suddenly became excited, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab "Ding Yun"'s arm and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"
Liang Yannuo Twisting his arms, making a "shy" look like a child, squirming Said: "A few days ago, we were renovating our home and dug this thing out of the ground. My father thought it was a treasure passed down from our ancestors. It happened to be the time when the people selected for the imperial examination were studying, so he asked me to bring it as a gift."
< br>After Wen Yanhan heard this, a look of understanding appeared on his face.
"It seems that this little fat man's ancestors must have produced monks, and this piece of iron is left by his ancestors. It's no wonder, after all, the probability of spiritual roots appearing in the descendants of monks is much higher than that of ordinary people."
Thinking of this, Wen Yanhan looked at the piece of iron in his hand and saw several formulas recorded on it. Although it is not a profound skill, it is some necessary skills for walking in the world.
Such as "purification spells", "beauty techniques", etc., are exactly what Wen Yanhan thinks about day and night.
You must know that the Qingyu Sword Sect is a pure swordsmanship sect. The treasures in the sect are all sword canons, and all other spells are regarded as heresy.
Spells like the "Pure Dust Curse" are simply inferior spells. Not only are no one practicing them in the sect, they are not even recorded in the library.
Wen Yanhan is a girl with a mysophobia and always pays attention to her personal appearance. The last time she was in the barren mountain temple, she asked Liang Yan for a futon because she didn't like the ground being too dirty.
Liang Yan felt strange at that time, how could a monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining not even know a simple spell like the "Purification Curse". But at that time, he didn't expect that he would come to pretend to be an introductory disciple of Qingyu Sword Sect, so he didn't take it to heart.
It wasn’t until today that he connected these things and vaguely guessed the reason. So before I came here, I wrote these spells and formulas that female cultivators loved to use on iron tablets, just to suit their liking.
Wen Yanhan accepted the iron piece with a smile, and then looked at Liang Yan who was also smiling. Suddenly, she felt that this person looked much more pleasing to the eye. He was no longer the "annoying little fat guy" before, but " "Cute little fat guy"!
“It’s rare that you have such a heart!” Wen Yanhan nodded and smiled: “It’s just that the road we want to take you to take is full of thorns and bumps, and it will never be as comfortable as you are at home. Can you You have to be mentally prepared.”
After hearing Wen Yanhan's sincere instructions, Liang Yan knew that he had been chosen. He immediately straightened his expression, cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, sister! No matter how rigorous the training is, I, Ding Yun, will work harder and never do it." It’s embarrassing for my sister!”
Seeing that he was so well-behaved and sensible, Wen Yanhan nodded with satisfaction, stretched out her hand, and gestured for him to stand behind her.
(End of this chapter)