Finally sending Su Bailu away, Lin Ze finally took the time to take a closer look at this small green mountain.

Unlike the high-rise buildings on the other peaks, there were only seven or eight simple wooden houses on the mountain, and except for the largest one and the book building dedicated to storing ancient books, the rest looked uninhabited for a long time, and the edge of the door was full of cobwebs and dust.

The top of the mountain is deserted.

Lin Ze took Xiao Bao for a casual walk twice, and stopped in front of the well in the middle.

In the Dongyue Sect, not just any mountain can be used to open a mountain and accept disciples, there must be a suitable source of spiritual energy, such as a mineral vein, or a spiritual spring, in order to support the cultivation of dozens or hundreds of disciples.

This well is the foundation for maintaining the immortality of the thousand-year-old Dao system of Qingshan, which is an extremely important resource, and it is also the reason why Zhufeng's eyes are hot.

"Come, sit down. Lin Ze patted Xiao Bao's head.

In other words, Xiao Qingshan before the decay still has to boil the qualifications and talents to get out of the seat, and the closer he can get to the spiritual spring, the greater the benefit to his cultivation.

Now there was no one else on the hill, and he simply sat on the edge of the well with the little one.

Open the panel and point out the other party's character card that glows with golden glows.

Compared with before, the total score has become ninety-eight points at some point, it should be because Xiao Bao has changed from a child in the village to a disciple of Dongyue, and the identity power has changed from zero to one.

Lin Ze was very cautious about his biggest hole card and decided to start with the most basic spitting technique.

"Close your eyes. ”

"Oh. ”

The middle-grade Dongyue Tuna Technique is the highest level of exercise that the disciples of the sect can access, and it is born from the Dongyue Sword Book of the Zhen Sect.

Lin Ze's theoretical knowledge is very poor, and he doesn't even know all the tricks in his body, but his understanding of the exercises is directly poured into his mind by the simulator, so he can just read the book directly.

In addition, Xiao Bao's comprehension has reached an extremely terrifying point, just a cup of tea, a few faint white mist suddenly condensed in the air, scrambling to drill into his body.

“......”

Lin Ze touched his chin, feeling the arrogant appearance of the aura around him, and couldn't help but sigh a little.

In the same breathing technique, the difference is inevitably too great.

Looking at his pitiful qualifications of only three points, he decisively took out a Tsukidan from his pocket.

Fortunately, cultivating immortals is not a competitive game, and krypton gold is king.

The two pills went down to his stomach, and the Dao Ji in his body suddenly stabilized a lot, Lin Ze turned his head to look at Xiao Bao who was concentrating on vomiting next to him, his eyes were full of anticipation.

Legendary, how much reward does this have to have.

The little guy felt the burning gaze of the master, his little face was serious, and the speed of running the Tuna technique increased by three points again.

Master is so valued, I must not let him down!

Later, the white mist gathered like a dragon, quite a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers.

......

......

Following.

The sun is setting.

Two young disciples in gray coats walked out of the lecture with their book pockets.

The shorter one had blank eyes and a gloomy face.

"Hey, don't take it to heart, the deacon of Huayang Peak is already busy, let's wait until tomorrow to ask the lecturers of other peaks. The companion shrugged and comforted.

"Hmm. Wang Yao raised his head and forced a smile, but his eyes were still lonely.

When he entered the sect, he chose to practice in the palm of the mountain, which was only talked about by the deacon of Huayang Peak, but unfortunately ordinary disciples had no chance to choose, so they could only wait slowly.

After waiting for two months before it was Deacon Huayangfeng's turn to give a lecture, when the other party's lecture was over, he took the questions he had written more than a dozen pages and respectfully walked up to ask the deacon to answer his questions.

Unexpectedly, the other party impatiently reprimanded him and left the lecture in a hurry.

"It's okay, the deacon may be busy with other things, I'll ask next time. Wang Yao clutched the bookbag, and there was a touch of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

"If only you could think about it. The companion sighed.

To put it lightly, Zhufeng's classes have been scheduled a long time ago, and it will be at least two months before Huayang Peak's turn comes.

In order to avoid this situation, the rest of the experienced disciples will not choose this kind of exercise that belongs to a mountain gate at all, and Wang Yao is also stupid, and he was casually praised by a certain deacon of Huayang Peak back then, saying that he is very suitable for this mastery, and this kid put all his thoughts on it.

"Why don't you try to worship Huayang Peak?" said his companion suddenly.

The sect treats ordinary disciples like them, basically in a free-range state, and each mountain gate takes turns to give lectures, and it is up to the individual to understand how much they can understand.

If you can enter the mountain gate, you will have the opportunity to worship under the seat of a certain senior, have a separate master to preach and solve doubts, and even have a reward for cultivation resources, just thinking about it is enviable.

"It's not that easy. Wang Yao smiled bitterly.

"Huayang Peak recruits disciples at least in the middle stage of Qi refining, and it also requires practicing a technique to the realm of Xiaocheng, I am not qualified. ”

There was no one to answer the questions, and I couldn't get started with the exercises on my own.

If you want to have a master to solve your doubts, you need to reach the realm of Xiaocheng, which is a dead cycle.

Only those who are gifted and intelligent can be self-taught, worship the mountain gate, and practice more advanced exercises, which is also Zhufeng's selection of disciples.

At this time, a young man with a hippie smile suddenly walked over and patted the two of them on the shoulder: "Hey, look what that is!"

Wang Yao looked up in the direction he said, and saw a familiar figure walking in the mountains with a warm expression, talking eloquently, making the female monk cover her mouth and chuckle, it was the Huayangfeng deacon who had lectured before.

He shook slightly, and froze in place.

"People are busy offering courtesy, where is there time to take care of you. The boy laughed heartily and walked away.

"Yang Mu, you bastard!" the companion angrily picked up the stone and threw it over, although everyone knew that a disciple like him was not taken seriously, but why did he run over and poke people's wounds.

"It doesn't matter. Wang Yao retracted his gaze in a daze, with a touch of self-deprecation on his face.

"He just likes to joke and has no ill will. ”

"Fart, he just relied on the fact that there was an elder with advanced cultivation outside the sect, and when he entered the sect, he was admitted to the mountain gate, and he ran to the lecture class every day to make trouble, and he didn't know what he was doing!" his companion scolded angrily.

Hearing this, Yang Mu, who had already run away, suddenly stood still.

He turned his head expressionlessly, spat on the ground, and sneered: "That fool, have you heard about Xiaoqingshan, the master wants to go over and take a look, do you dare to come?"

Koaoyama?

The two were stunned for a moment.

The companion seemed to remember something, and his face changed slightly: "Don't listen to his nonsense." ”

According to the disciple in charge of arranging classes in the South Hall, Xiao Qingshan came to a new elder yesterday, and he said that he would open the class to solve doubts, ten people a day, and there was no limit to identity.

caused the dissatisfaction of Zhufeng.

In the morning, I heard many disciples talking about this, and their words were full of sarcasm.

"We can't go, if you offend the other deacons because of this, you know the consequences. Seeing that Wang Yao was a little moved, his companion hurriedly grabbed him.

"Even if Yang Mu leaves the Dongyue Sect and the monks and elders take care of him, you have a fart, and your father and mother are the ones who sell baked cakes in the town!"

"Don't dare to go?" Yang Mu raised his eyebrows and turned around lazily.

"Then forget it, you deserve to be angry with others for the rest of your life. ”