After a long time, seeing that everyone was gradually coming back to their senses, a faint smile rippled on the round little face at the end of the palace, and he asked slowly: "Okay, I've finished talking about the spiritual root, next, who will test first?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the village exploded, and they all raised their hands and waved vigorously to the end of the palace: I ...... I'll come first!

Some of the Zhuyu villagers stood relatively far back, all with red faces and thick necks, shouting vigorously at the top of their voices: "I'm coming!"

Some of the shorter teenagers and girls even jumped up and couldn't stop waving to the end of the palace, and they were still talking

: I worship the little immortal master the most.

It's a scramble to be the first! I'm afraid that if I am one step slower, Gong Yaoyi will not give them a test.

Seeing the scene of the chaotic pot in his yard, the little face at the end of the palace smiled bitterly, and he had to sigh with his forehead: It's really troublesome!

This action and this expression, coupled with this three-year-old age and three-foot height, if there is an outsider, those who don't know will be turned over by the end of the palace!

Immediately raised the fleshy, white and tender little hand, pressed down, and made a silent gesture, and everyone saw the gesture of Gong Moyi, and immediately quieted down!

Seeing that all the villagers were quiet, Gong Mo Yi coughed lightly, and said with a round little face: "Don't worry, everyone!" I will help everyone to test, many people may not have the qualifications to cultivate, everyone must be mentally prepared to live enough! ”

"Uh-huh! We know, Little Immortal Master! All the villagers responded one after the other, and their tones were extremely respectful.

"Okay, let's write the order on the straw paper, and then shuffle the order, and we will draw it. The path of cultivation is very difficult, and you have to endure a long period of loneliness, so you have to think about it carefully! ”

After speaking, the small figure of Gong Moyi turned around and entered the house, taking a brush, a stack of straw paper, and a side of ink.

Then he walked slowly to the only small tree in the small courtyard that was not lush but stood upright, sat down on a long stone bench, put paper and ink on the square stone table and began to write the numbers.

After each piece of straw paper, the numbers written on the straw paper were folded and placed on one side of the stone table and stacked together.

The man at the end of the palace seemed to be very small, but his movements were extremely fast, but in just a few breaths, he wrote out more than a hundred numbers and folded them.

In the eyes of the villagers, the Qingyun couple at the end of the palace, Tian Xiuhua's mother and son, the small arm of the end of the palace pulled out the afterimage on the stone table, bringing out the wind, it was incredibly fast, one by one they looked stupid, their mouths were wide open, their eyes were so big that they forgot to blink.

Gong Moyi got a lot of papyrus with numbers written on it, and used his short hands to stir it up. Then he raised his little head, and his dark eyes saw everyone's stammering appearance, and his face was inevitably a little embarrassed, so he coughed lightly and said angrily: "Ahem...... Now I've shuffled the order, and everyone comes and draws one, and tests it in whatever order they get. ”

Seeing Gong Moyi's pretended to be profound, he turned over a lot of villagers, and one by one he held back a smile, and picked up a folded piece of straw paper from the table one after another, including Gong Moyi's parents and Tian Xiuhua's mother and son.

Originally, Tian Xiuhua and Lin Yun were a little hesitant, but Gong Moyi's mother Han Youya was very generous enough to say that the two of them could also participate, so Tian Xiuhua and Lin Yun's mother and son were a little unnatural and each picked up a piece of straw paper with the order written on it from the stone table.

Of course, Wang Yi, Mu Yan, Li Yun, Li Laoqi, and Wang Xi all picked up the notes written in the order on the stone table without exception, and then couldn't wait to open them.

"I ...... I'm number one! Ha ha! From the villagers, a childish voice came out with some excitement and surprise.

Everyone turned their heads to look, with some envious expressions on their faces, the one who made the surprise cry was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a mediocre appearance, but at this time, the expression on the young man's face was as excited and surprised as if he had won five million gold coins.

The young man jumped up and ran in front of Gong Moyi, and asked in surprise, "Little Yi Immortal Master, will you help me test first?"

Seeing his joy, Gong Mo Yi nodded with a round smile and said lightly, "Are you mentally prepared?"

The boy nodded his head heavily, and the expression on his mediocre little face was very serious.

"Okay, please hold out a hand!" Seeing the young man nodding, Gong Moyi didn't plan to ink, and directly opened his mouth to command.

The young man stretched out his left hand according to the words, and he was very worried, and even the outstretched left hand trembled a little.

How could Gong Moyi not understand his mood, but if there is, there is nothing, and if there is not, she can't change it.

Gong Moyi also stretched out his little arm, and his short white fingers were on the young man's wrist, separating a stream of spiritual power into the young man's body.

Gong Mo Yiyuan's face was very indifferent, and a spiritual power was transmitted to the young man's wrist, and entered the young man's body to investigate.

The surrounding onlookers were all a little nervous to watch Gong Moyi's movements, especially the young man's parents, who were even more worried, not knowing what the result would be.

And the young man who attracted everyone's attention was in a mood at this time, he really wanted to become an immortal master like Gong Moyi, and he also wanted to become the kind of legendary character that the old village chief said, to break into the world and fight against terrible demon beasts.

At this time, the boy felt a cold air flow from his wrist, and then the cold feeling quickly rushed to his lower abdomen.

The young man who had been staring at the change in Gong Moyi's expression saw a dark look on Gong Moyi's round little face, shook his little head slightly, and then let go of the young man's hand.

Although Gong Moyi didn't say it, the young man already knew the answer. His face turned from apprehensive to pale, a layer of mist swirled in his eyes, and he still looked at Gong Mo Yi without giving up, and asked in a trembling voice: "Xiao Yi Immortal Master, I ...... I didn't? ”

Seeing his extremely disappointed appearance, Gong Mo Yi shook his little head helplessly, looked at the young man with gentle black eyes, and comforted: "Among the ten thousand ordinary people, there can be a person with spiritual roots, don't mind too much, even if you embark on the path of cultivation, it is extremely difficult, and there are many people who will become a bunch of white bones on the road of cultivation, and there is nothing wrong with being a mortal and living a down-to-earth life."

Listening to Gong Moyi's words, not only did the young man's face look a little better, but also those young people and middle-aged people who were eager and had not yet tested began to calm their moods. Be prepared to fail.

As for those who are older, such as the old village chief, these people have a faint expression, they have long had no hope, and Gong Moyi said before that it is almost impossible to cultivate over the age of thirty.

Although Gong Mo Yi is young, he doesn't act like a child, and they have already treated Gong Mo Yi as an adult in the bottom of their hearts, but the children who have played with Gong Mo Yi before, feel that Gong Mo Yi is a little adult, and they look at Gong Mo Yi as if they are looking at their own parents, the difference is that they are more respectful to Gong Mo Yi than their own parents, because Gong Mo Yi is the immortal master in the mouth of the old village chief, and they are very yearning for the existence.

And Mu Yan, who was the best with Gong Moyi before, also distanced himself from Gong Moyi, and Gong Moyi didn't have any way to change this way, and he also tried to get closer, but it still had no effect.

The boy learned that he had no spiritual roots, so he walked away in despair, walked to his parents, hugged his mother and cried, after all, he was still young, even if he was prepared, but his psychological endurance was quite weak.

And then, more than a dozen people walked in front of Gong Moyi one after another and conducted a test, without exception, all of them had no spiritual roots.

Wang Yi was in a worried mood, his dark and ordinary face was full of sweat, he was a little uncomfortable walking, he saw that many people had failed before, and he was also pulling out the cold in his heart, what was his ideal?

Pursue higher power and become an immortal master that mortals look up to!

At this moment he was staggering, and he was in a state of anxiety walking towards the small figure that would determine his future fate. Every step forward is extremely difficult, as if he has carried a boulder of 10,000 catties, as if he is not going to test the spiritual root, but like a small soldier who usually only burns fire and does chores in the military camp, and suddenly wants to let him go to the battlefield, the hesitation and anxiety of going to a dead end. is the current situation of Wang Yi today.

"If it's a man, give me a little more money, but hurry up! If you don't go, I'll go! A fat teenager in his teenage years who was ranked behind Wang Yi was very impatient and scolded. Although he didn't hold out hope, it could be seen that a boy was grinding in front of him for a long time, and anyone would go crazy.

Hearing the fat boy's scolding, Wang Yi's swarthy face became even darker, and he glared at the fat boy fiercely, and then walked in front of the end of the palace in three or two steps, looking heroic and righteous, he simply stretched out a hand, closed his eyes, and had a black face, like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death was guillotined.

It's just that this scene feels funny no matter how you look at it.

The muscles on the round little face at the end of the palace twitched, and the black eyes narrowed, bent into a crescent moon, and accidentally laughed.

Seeing that Gong Mo smiled, the villagers who were trying to hold back their faces were all laughing, and for a while, the solemn atmosphere in the courtyard was also relieved a lot.