Chapter 161 Fairy Waste 23
Back at Tianshi Palace, the place had already exploded.
After Uncle Zhao took Han Xuan back, he took out a test stone ball to test his spiritual roots. As soon as Han Xuan put his hand on it, the stone ball suddenly lit up and exploded.
It proves that Han Xuan's Qi refining has reached perfection, and among the disciples who have reached the foundation building stage, who will test their spiritual roots?
Uncle Shi personally took Han Xuan to Lingshi Mountain, where the stones for testing the spiritual root stone balls came from. He picked the largest stone pillar and asked Han Xuan to put his hand on it.
The result can be imagined, the golden light is so bright that it almost blinds people's eyes.
Single golden spiritual root!
As soon as his uncle touched the Tianling, Han Xuan's body had already formed a pill. Now not only the Tianshi Palace, but also the entire Wuling Mountain was almost destroyed.
When Xining arrived at the main hall carrying the medicine basket, the temple master and the eight heads came. The eight heads are basically of the same generation as their masters and uncles. There are many things going on in Wuling Mountain, so they no longer accept apprentices. This time when they heard about the appearance of such a wise man, they all ran over and asked to be accepted as disciples.
If your spiritual roots are poor, no one wants you. A single spiritual root, everyone grabs it. This is how the world is!
After arguing so hard, they finally called all the temple masters, and each of the eight leaders brought one or two disciples. The hall was filled to the brim, and there were almost no more futons in the entire Tianshi Palace.
Xining pressed against the wall, walked to the innermost uncle, put down the medicine basket and saluted: "Uncle."
No one paid attention to her, and a group of people were still arguing about it.
Uncle Shi looked at the Ganoderma lucidum in the basket, took out one and looked at it. It was a high-quality fire spirit. He nodded: "Thank you for your hard work this time."
Xining answered truthfully: "Disciples dare not take credit. Half of them belong to Han Xuan. We were trapped for three days and ate a few of them."
Uncle Shi stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "Lingzhi is neutral in nature and can nourish the internal organs. Apart from being a little bitter, it doesn't hurt to eat a few. If you are hungry, go to Xiaozao. There is food. Han Xuan has already gone."
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"Thank you, uncle!" Xining left the hall.
And there was still fighting in the main hall.
"There are only twelve Tianban disciples this year. Your Xuanwu Palace has taken in five of them. Can you teach them?"
"That's the Xuanwu Palace! I currently have no new disciples, so I personally teach you. But you have accepted a disciple. After teaching for thirty years, the elixir has not yet formed. Such good seedlings cannot be planted casually and rot in the salt-alkali soil. .”
"I haven't settled the score with you yet, but you dare to mention this matter. If he hadn't been hurt by your disciple, would he have been like this?"
"That's a competition. He's not as good as others. Who can blame him?"...
The quarrel got louder and louder, and everything that happened decades ago was revealed today. On the other hand, Uncle Master was very calm, because he knew that Han Xuan was no longer suitable to stay in Tianshi Palace. Although there was a shortage of good alchemists, alchemists did not need such strong Qi after all, and Han Xuan had a broader world to go to.
The small kitchen is in the small room on the north side of Tianshi Palace. When Xining walked in, Han Xuan was sitting at the table drinking porridge.
When he saw her coming, he immediately greeted her: "Xining, come and have some meat porridge."
He also scooped a bowl for her: "Uncle Master said that since we haven't eaten anything for three days, we should eat some soft meat porridge first, and then get a braised chicken for us as a snack in the evening."
The meat porridge is delicious and delicious. In the past three days, I have eaten bitter wood-like Ganoderma lucidum every time, and my mouth has long been tasteless. After eating a bowl of warm meat porridge, you immediately feel better.
Xining put down the bowl and Han Xuan asked: "Do you want more?"
Xining looked at the empty pot: "Is there any more?"
Han Xuan carefully pushed his bowl over: "I still have this, why don't you eat it."
Xining smiled: "No, I'm full, you can eat."
Han Xuan then drank the rest of the porridge.
Xining thought of the group of people in the main hall: "Have you decided which palace to go to?"
Han Xuan shook his head, but there was nothing to worry about: "The temple master has reported the good news to my home, and they will help me arrange it." Xining thought for a while and stood up: "Follow me."
Walking to the entrance of the main hall, Xining peeked inside, and there was still a lively quarrel inside.
She turned back: "Where is your sword?"
Han Xuan was stunned: "Put it inside."
Xining asked: "Can you stand here and let your sword come by itself?"
"What's so difficult about this?" This sword was originally sealed by him, and only he was his life.
"How about letting it go around the top of the hall?"
Han Xuan nodded: "Okay."
Why can't it be difficult for him: "How about shining a little more light and doing some stunts?"
Han Xuan hesitated a little: "Try it."
Xining smiled fiercely at him: "Then give it a try, but don't be too far-fetched. If the sword falls, it will hit the palace chief or uncle."
"Yeah!" Han Xuan nodded, closed his eyes and said, "Get out, get up!"
The sword on the stand took out its scabbard and flew into the air.
"Fly!" The sword slowly flew over everyone's heads.
The strangeness made everyone temporarily stop arguing and look at the sword above their heads.
The sword slowly flew in a circular path with a red tassel. With luck, Han Xuan's sword suddenly glowed brightly and made a golden sound.
The light was dazzling, like lightning bolts.
Everyone was shocked and saw that the sword finally fell firmly into the hands of Han Xuan who was standing at the door of the hall.
Han Xuan stood up straight with a sharp sword in his hand. Although he is only ten years old, not even eleven years old, he is already domineering at his age. So far, no one has reached such a level of cultivation at this age. It is truly a rare talent that is rare in the world!
Uncle Master smiled and stroked his beard: "This matter seems to have been resolved."
Ordinary monks use swords only for self-defense and flying with the sword. Sword cultivation, on the other hand, combines Qi refining with the sword, so that the man and the sword become one, and the sword and the man complement each other, and the power unleashed is much more powerful than just refining Qi.
Sword cultivation is the same as spiritual root. Not everyone's spiritual root is good, and not everyone is suitable for sword cultivation.
Among the eight heads, there are only two swordsmen, and only one is a successful swordsman, and that is the head of the Qiankun Palace, Lin. The main stem is gold, which matches well.
In fact, Manager Lin didn't expect to accept a disciple when he came here. Although he knew that Han Xuan had a golden single spiritual root before he came, not everyone is suitable for sword cultivation. But the other bosses were gone, so he had to go and have a look.
I sat there meditating for a long time, practicing patience with the noise here. Suddenly seeing that Han Xuan was so talented, he stood up excitedly. After saluting the master of the temple, he walked steadily to Han Xuan, with some expectation: "Do you want to practice sword practice with me?"
Han Xuan looked into the hall, and everyone was extremely surprised by his move.
He thought for a while and yelled: "Sheath!"
The scabbard flew over from the shelf, and the sword was put in without missing a beat.
Han Xuan knelt down, held his sword and saluted Master Lin: "Master, please come again, and I will bow to you as a disciple!"
Manager Lin suddenly beamed and felt happy, stroking his long black beard and smiling. The other chiefs and uncles were envious, jealous, and hateful, but it was chief Lin who had the highest level of swordsmanship and took away his good apprentice.
Xi Ning, who was standing aside, sighed, now it's better, Han Xuan became Master Lin's disciple, and he was one generation higher than all the Taoist boys who entered together. The road to soaring into the sky has begun!
(End of chapter)