The next day, Yang Fan woke up and found himself sleeping in his room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Looking at this familiar room, Yang Fan thought of many things. Looking at the landscape painting on the wall, the more Yang Fan looked at it, the more strange he felt, the person in the painting was actually volleying on the water, like an immortal. But when I looked closely, I found that there was no one on the painting at all. He got up to look at the painting, and suddenly, a scripture came to his mind. This scripture is called "Practicing Qi Determination", and what is described in it is only about cultivation, but there is no Taoism. Because it is impossible for there to be scriptures for cultivating Dao Fa during the Qi Refining Period, only the legendary Sutra "Dao Sutra" seems to have some Dao Fa. And lay a solid foundation for the future achievement of Godlessness. However, this scripture has been out of order for millions of years.

After he woke up, he immediately began to cultivate, but no matter how much he cultivated, he couldn't introduce the aura into his body. An hour later, he still couldn't feel the fluctuation of the aura. Two hours later, he still couldn't feel the fluctuations in his aura. Until noon, he still couldn't feel the aura. At this time, he showed a trace of unwillingness, but his stomach also showed unwillingness, and with the screaming of his stomach, he smiled helplessly, he was a mortal, and he had to go to eat.

He stopped practicing, and when he went to the hall, he saw his father and mother discussing something. When his father saw him, he said to him, "Fan'er, my father has seen that there are immortals in our village who have come to collect apprentices, do you want to go and see it?" Yang Fan felt very different, but he immediately replied: "I'm going to try it, after all, there has never been an immortal cultivator in our family."

After the family finished eating, Yang Fan came to the front of the village accompanied by his father. There was only one grass hut in front of the village, and there were several young people and an old man in a purple robe in the grass hut. This purple-robed old man was a cultivator. Yang Fan hurriedly went over, and immediately ran to the old man and said, "Are you an immortal?" Can you take me as a disciple? The old man looked at this eager and impetuous young man, and immediately felt dissatisfied. He replied slowly: "I'm not an immortal, I'm just a cultivator, and I haven't reached the rank of immortals yet." And you should be in line, these young people arrived before you. Please wait in the back line. After Yang Fan heard this, he immediately nodded yes, apologized and retreated. Yang Fan retreated to the back, and his father asked him, "Have you been chosen?" Yang Fan said: "We still need to queue up, and we have to wait for a while, it's so hot, why don't you go back first!" His father shook his head and refused to go back, insisting that he would accompany him to the end. No matter how much he tried to persuade him, his father refused to return home. At this time, the Wang family child from yesterday also came to participate in the recruitment meeting. He raised his head and said to Father Yang, "Uncle Yang, are you here?" Do you want to accompany Brother Yang Fan to participate in the trial today? "En" Yang's father casually. But the boy didn't make any waves, as if he wasn't the one who had bullied him yesterday. Such a thousand years, but such a city. The difference between people today. There was silence again, and no one spoke. Yang Fan looked at Wang Shiyun with a flat gaze, but Wang Shiyun looked at Yang Fan with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes. After a quarter of an hour, the purple-robed old man looked at Yang Fan and said, "Little friend, now it's your turn. Come in first. Yang Fan immediately followed the old man in. The old man entered the grass shed, and the old man took out a stone tablet that looked very ancient, which was a special test of whether a person had the qualification to cultivate immortals, and the old man introduced Yang Fan: "If there is a red light, it is the lowest level of qualification, then gold, then purple, white, and finally a fairy light." You put your hands on this stone tablet and work on this scripture called "Qi Refining". After saying that, the old man took out such a scripture, and Yang Fan felt very surprised, because this scripture was exactly the same as the scripture he had practiced this morning. He was familiar with the way and ran the exercises according to what the scriptures said. The stele in his hand first emitted a burst of red light, then a golden light, and finally a faint purple light, and after the purple light, the stele did not change at all. The old man looked shocked, he couldn't imagine that such a small village would also have a purple-level qualification Dao Ji. But Yang Fan didn't notice it, and still followed the scriptures, and about a quarter of an hour Yang Fan felt a breath of fresh air flow down his palm into his body. He followed the path of the scriptures for another week, and then he opened his eyes with excitement and eagerness. The old man's eyes were also full of excitement. This scene is so bizarre. Yang Fan asked the old man: "Daoist, can I now cultivate the Tao and worship you as a master?" The old man knew that Yang Fan's qualifications did not dare to hold it up, after all, a young man with purple-level qualifications could have a place on the East Pole Mountain, so he hugged his fists and replied: "Xiaoyou has extraordinary qualifications, he can cultivate the Tao, he is old and incompetent, and he can't accept you as an apprentice." You can follow me to our East Pole Mountain, we have the immortal king, the immortal scriptures, the elixir, and the classics. Are you joining me in East Pole Mountain? At this time, Yang Fan felt that life had opened another window for him, and his path of cultivation continued. He immediately nodded and said I do. The old man took out a futon and put it next to his futon, which was extremely cordial at this time, without the lukewarm attitude towards Yang Fan at the beginning. Beckoning Yang Fan to sit down, he started the next test again.

This time it was Wang Shiyun who came to test, and he was also like Yang Fan, putting his hands on the stone tablet, and when he wanted to run the scriptures, the old man said: "This little friend, you can't test your qualifications without running the scriptures, you can first look at the scriptures of "Qi Refining", and then run it, so that you can test your qualifications." Wang Shiyun looked at the Qi Refining Scripture with a hint of disdain in his eyes, but it was well hidden, and even the old man didn't notice it. With a gentle face, he said to the old man: "Dao Chief, I have an ancient scripture at home, can I run my own scripture?" The old man was surprised, but he didn't say anything, and nodded slightly. Wang Shiyun followed the scriptures of his own home, and a red light appeared on the stone tablet first, and then went directly to the extremely white light. The old man was very surprised, and was about to speak. A young man in a white robe suddenly appeared in the grass shed, and said to Wang Shiyun eagerly: "How old is Xiaoyou?" Wang Shiyun replied: "I'm twelve years old, I don't know what I look like?" The young man in the white robe said, "I am a cultivator of Kunlun Mountain, are you willing to join us in Kunlun Mountain?" Wang Shiyun looked at the old man, but the old man shook his head again and again, and said, "The Kunlun Mountain Range is indeed better than our Dongji Mountain, they are the Dao system left by the second great apprentice of Hongmeng Daozu. The heritage is profound, our Dongji Mountain is indeed not as good as their Kunlun Mountain, and I will not stop you if you want to choose. Wang Shiyun looked embarrassed, but he already had a choice in his heart, and he said to the white-robed man: "Big brother, I want to join your Kunlun Mountain." The white-robed young man exuded a trace of excitement, and said to the purple-robed old man: "Uncle Ziji, I'm very sorry this time, I rushed over when I saw the extremely prosperous white light here, and I will say hello to you on behalf of the family teacher, just like saying goodbye." As he spoke, he took out a talisman and disappeared. The old man was full of helplessness and showed a wry smile. said to Yang Fan beside him: "Is there anything unfinished in Yang Xiaoyou?" We can take care of it, and we can set off tomorrow and return to Dongji Mountain. I'm waiting for you here. After saying that, the old man named Ziji sat on the futon and meditated.

Yang Fan saw that the old man was not taking care of him, so he got up and walked out. Came to the outside of the hut. As soon as he got outside, he was pulled aside by his father and asked eagerly, "What did the Taoist chief say?" Were you chosen? Seeing his father so eager, Yang Fan's heart suddenly warmed, and he said to his father: "I was selected by Dongji Mountain, I will go to Dongji Mountain tomorrow to participate in the trial, today I want the family to get together, otherwise it will be difficult to gather in the future." A smile appeared on Father Yang's wrinkled face. was very happy and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder. Then call Yang Fan home. When I got home, I called my friends and neighbors and killed the chickens that I was usually reluctant to eat. I made a delicious meal, many people were together, lively and lively, and a peaceful atmosphere was revealed. Yang Fan looked at this scene and felt that this was what he wanted most, and this was the life he was pursuing.

Tonight is destined to have someone sleepless, destined to have someone drunk.

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