Chapter 12: The Great Scene of Accepting Disciples
As soon as the next day dawned, they all got up, and finally came to the place where the Yuncun Center was recruited, only to see that it was already crowded with people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
A high platform was set up in the middle of the crowd, and there were five people sitting on it, all dressed in white clothes, and the corners of the clothes were embroidered with cloud-like lines, which was very fairy-like bones. The five people who were unexpectedly young were all very young, very different from the white-bearded old man that Ling Xue had imagined.
As soon as I saw so many people, I knew that it was a big deal for the sect to accept disciples. With this pomp, it's no wonder that so many people came to watch.
There was a long line on the left and right sides of the platform, and although there were men and women in the crowd, each adult had one or two children next to him, ranging in age as young as he had just learned to walk, and some were half a man tall, but most of them were under ten years old.
Ling Xue didn't know which team was the team that signed up, but fortunately she saw the village chief on the left team, took Wang Xuan's hand and hurriedly walked over, and after asking clearly, she stood at the back of the team without hesitation.
Wang Xuan was very obedient, and stood with her obediently, just now he had a red and shy little face, but now he had changed to an expectant expression, stretching his neck from time to time to stare at the front of the team, children are always curious about new things.
After a while, a middle-aged man among the five people on the stage stood up, took a few steps forward, and cleared his throat: "Everyone, today, on the day when I accept disciples once every ten years in the Yugu Sect, there are no restrictions on men and women, no restrictions on backgrounds, and there is a magic weapon to test the spiritual root on each side, please come forward and test it in turn." ”
This person was so simple, Ling Xue thought that he was indispensable for a long opening statement, just like when the school leaders held a meeting, but he didn't expect such a sentence to start directly.
"Let's go!" The middle-aged man spoke up, only to see a woman in the first line on the right, holding a child in one hand, walking forward. The two younger white-clothed immortals on the stage each waved their hands. I saw two crystal balls suddenly appear on the stage hanging in the air, one in front of the left and right teams, and the audience was amazed.
The young man's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly to the two children on the stage: "Put your hands on it!" ”
The two children took a step back with some fear, and finally the mother of the child on the right pushed him behind his back: "What are you afraid of, if you choose, you will ascend to the sky in one step, hurry up and put your hands on it!" ”
The two children then pressed their little hands on the floating ball, but unfortunately there was no change in the ball.
The middle-aged man in white shook his head and said, "There is no spiritual root, the next one." ”
The woman sighed, and suddenly there were some expressions of disappointment on her face, but she did not argue, and took the child off the stage.
Ling Xue looked at this scene, why did she feel a little familiar? After thinking about it, isn't this a common scene of selecting people in the immortal cultivation text? A scene that will appear at the beginning of each Immortal Cultivation Text, Soul Measuring Root!
Judging from the current situation, could it be that she wants to go to the sect to cultivate immortals with these children, but ...... Ling Xue looked at herself, and then at the rows of small radish heads lined up in front, uh...... Was she in too much of a hurry?
"Sister......" Ling Xue felt her hand sink, and when she turned her head to look, she realized that the child next to her was just pulling her.
"What's wrong?" Don't disturb her who is worried about the future and is sad about cultivating immortals with a group of little radish heads.
Wang Xuan pointed to the high platform in front of him and whispered, "Sister Xue'er, let's go, it's about to be our turn." ”
Only then did Ling Xue realize that there was already a lot of space in front, but she didn't expect the test to be so fast, so she hurriedly pulled Wang Xuan to pick up the team.
The speed of testing the spiritual root is very fast, but unfortunately most children do not have spiritual roots.
The middle-aged man also repeated over and over again: "No Spirit Root, next." ”
A large number of children went up, but only four or five children remained on the stage.
Among them, there is the grandson of the village chief, and the expressions of the five people in the stands are not very good, and it is estimated that it may be a pseudo-spiritual root of the four spiritual roots and five spiritual roots.
"Next!"
I saw a child in the team on the right, dressed in torn clothes, climb up, he was so thin that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down. The child's clothes were tattered and he couldn't find a complete place, but the clothes were very clean, and although he was not accompanied by an adult, he was not stage frightened.
The people below were whispering, and the voice was not small, and Ling Xue heard their conversation.
"You see this beggar is coming, really, everybody."
"That's it, a little beggar, I heard that the old beggar who took him fell ill and died a few days ago."
"Yes, this little beggar is also pitiful."
"Do you guess, will the little beggar have a spiritual root and be taken in as an apprentice by the immortal master?"
"Who knows?"
"Haha, do you think anyone can be accepted as an apprentice by an immortal master? Just a little beggar, also ran to test. ”
But the expressions of the five people on the stage did not change, as if they could not see the child's embarrassment. They have cultivated immortals for many years, and they have never judged people by their appearance, and today they are persecuted, who knows if they will soar into the sky tomorrow!
The middle-aged man pointed to the ball on the table, "Put your hand on it!" ”
Although the child's clothes were tattered, he didn't care about other people's eyes at all, walked straight to the center of the field, and pressed his hand up. I saw that the round ball that was still transparent just now slowly appeared a golden light, filling the entire ball.
"Jin Linggen!" The three young men sitting in the back suddenly stood up at the same time, and the expressions on their faces that were still indifferent just now changed in an instant. looked at the down-and-out boy with a happy face.
"I didn't expect to meet a disciple of Heavenly Spirit Root this year!" The five of them nodded at the same time, and even their tone was very polite, the single line of the spiritual root Heavenly Spirit Root, this is the person who will definitely be selected to enter the inner gate, and it is very likely that he will be accepted as a disciple by the Yuanying Master.
"This little junior brother, please go to the side to rest first, and when today's test is over, you can wait with me to return to the faction."
The little beggar nodded, and there was no look of surprise on his strange little face like the five, but he obediently stood next to the children who had stayed.
Ling Xue looked at the little beggar with a calm face, and instantly had a strange feeling, unable to speak, she felt that something was wrong.
"Sister Xue'er, we are next!" Wang Xuan's child next to him was not infected with Ling Xue's emotions at all, but took her hand excitedly.
"Next!"
"It's our turn!" Wang Xuan pulled her and ran to the stage excitedly, not nervous at all, and directly pressed her hand on the ball.
Ling Xue looked down at the child next to her, and then at the little beggar in the stand, she understood that the fewer spiritual roots, the better. But the single spirit root is so amazing, I don't know what will happen to the alien spirit root?
Just thinking like this, I suddenly noticed a commotion around me.