Occasionally, wearing white robes with blue lines to watch the more delicate disciples walk by, the other disciples all respectfully retreated.

That's the elite disciple.

Song Wanling came out of the main hall with another storage bag on her waist, which contained a white jade token.

White robes, spirit stones, and pills that can be taken to increase cultivation for spiritual power.

There are also rules and regulations that new spiritual disciples must keep in mind, as well as quite important cultivation exercises.

There is no pre-foundation cultivation that is much the same, but there are more targeted, detailed, or rough differences.

It's quite easy to change the practice.

The exercises of foundation building and cultivation are very precious, which is also one of the main reasons why it is difficult to become a foundation building monk in casual cultivation.

Between the outer and inner doors is a wide and tall portal, in which a faint spiritual light flows.

It is still very simple for the inner disciples to go to the outer gate.

It can be seen that there are gray and white robes, of course, there are also people wearing their own civilian clothes, and the most eye-catching is the palace and houses of the main peak of the outer gate.

Then going to the small group peak where the new disciple was, Song Wanling looked left and right, took out her identity token in the Song clan and entered the spiritual power.

A moment later, seven figures came back and forth.

"Sister Ling, you weren't accepted by Jindan Zhenren, how could you come to this outer door?"

The head of the clan asked with a tense expression.

Song Wanling said with a smile: "I asked Senior Brother, and he asked me to go down to Qingquan Peak to get the identity token, and then go to the outer gate to meet you." ”

All seven of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Wanling's gaze swept over the two clan brothers and one clan sister who had become the outer disciples who had all changed into gray and white disciple robes.

looked at the other four clansmen who did not pass, and Song Wanhe was among them.

She flickered Song Wanling's gaze a little, and then seemed to let go of something, and said with a wry smile:

"I'm a little older, but I'm not very meticulous enough to fool around.

And breaking through to the fifth layer of Qi cultivation is to take the elixir of forcibly breaking through, and the spiritual power is mottled.

I already knew that I didn't have a good chance of passing, so I just wanted to give it a go. ”

Linghe sent disciples to the surrounding immortal cultivation cities to recruit disciples, and the measurement of the spiritual root included the measurement of bone age.

It's just that it's not very harsh, and after a year or two, it's easy to hide the past.

And the disciples of the Linghe Sect will not delve into it, because when they reach this thousand-step ladder, they will brush down too many cultivators who are old and watery.

"Sister Ling, you can take this."

Song Wanling pursed her lips slightly, looking at Song Wanhe, who was a little domineering in the past, her eyes were red and swollen, and her words of comfort were a little speechless.

After all, the other party can't even be an outer disciple, but she has become a Jindan real disciple, and as soon as she enters the sect, she is an inner disciple.

Song Wanhe lowered her eyes, took out the storage bag from her arms, rubbed it, and handed it to Song Wanling.

The other three clansmen also took out storage bags and handed them over to the clansmen who had become outer disciples.

They didn't pass, and they wanted to return to the Qingyuan Song family, and this large amount of cultivation would naturally be given to the clansmen who practiced in the Linghe Sect.

Later, their cultivation was enhanced, and then they were able to build a foundation and become inner disciples, which was the invisible backer of the Song family.

The reason why their Song clan was able to become the biggest force in Qingyuan City was because their clansmen had developed some in the Linghe Sect, although it was only limited to building foundations.

"You don't have to worry about us, the cloud boat of the Linghe faction set off, and the elders of the clan also led the team to follow.

At this time, we should have arrived at the city of the Linghe Sect, and they will take us back. ”

A lean Song disciple said in a deep voice.

Then they did not want to stay any longer, so they left the mountain and headed straight down the mountain.

Song Wanhe hung her head and walked out step by step.

Song Wanling turned her body and stared at the lonely and decadent figures of the clansmen, even if their backs were straight.

"Ling'er and Song Wanyue's deaths are really none of my business, no matter how much I look down on her, I won't kill my own people!"

Song Wanhe suddenly turned her head and looked straight into Song Wanling's eyes, with a faint flash of water in her eyes.

"You believe me!"

Song Wanling was stunned for a moment, her eyelashes trembled, and she smiled reluctantly, "I know it's none of your business, Sister He."

Sister Yue died with me, and it was the evil cultivator who passed by Qingyuan City who had bad intentions, and I didn't save her......"

It is not easy to publicize the dispossession, and the elders instructed her to answer as soon as others asked.

Song Wanhe's eyebrows remained unwilling, and her face showed a few expressions of relief.

"Then in the end, Sister Ling will strive to build a foundation as soon as possible, and we will meet in Qingyuan City in the future."

As soon as the words fell, she turned around and used the light body technique, and after a while, her figure was covered by the emerald color around her.

Song Wanling turned her head a little stunned, and then looked at the three clansmen with mixed emotions on her face, but she was still excited about the three clansmen who were mostly looking forward to the future.

She stroked the storage bag in her hand and stepped forward to hand it to the nearest clan sister.

"Take it."

Looking at the storage bag close at hand, the three of them glanced at each other and were moved, but they still quickly shook their heads and said:

"Ling'er, you have already entered the door of Jindan Zhenren, but the more cultivation things the better, we are enough."

Song Wanling shook her head, shook Song Wanxing's hand, gently placed the storage bag in her palm, and then took a step back.

"The outer disciples also have cultivation materials distributed every month, but how can you be enough.

Outer disciples often have to take on tasks by themselves, and the more the cultivation of the three of you increases, the more I can cultivate at Qingquan Peak.

Brothers and sisters, don't be polite to Ling'er, the hour is not early, I won't talk to you more, and we will meet again in the future. ”

As she spoke, she turned around and jumped onto the crane, which soon disappeared from view.

The three of them looked at the extra storage bags, and finally decided that the three of them would divide it equally, and they were quite moved in their hearts.

They have become outer disciples, their qualifications are not very good, and it is difficult to say how to build a foundation.

And the other party worshiped under the Jindan Gate and built a foundation to nail the nails, which was the strangeness brought about by the big change in identity, and most of it was melted under this touch.

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More than ten days later, Song Wanling is still cultivating like at home.

The sun is slanting in the west, and the afterglow is reflected in the mountains, and she will take a look around her.

An empty and distant landscape, and her heart was also peaceful.

And on the fifteenth day, the four futons in the palace were lined up, listening to the sermon of Su Min Zhenren on the throne, and then each asked what he didn't understand.

After Su Min's real people's three words, there was a sudden realization.

This is the gap between having a master and not having a master.

Another month later, this time on a flat field.

Su Min Zhenren wore a jade white robe, a jade crown and bundled hair, and was elegant and graceful when dressed in the palace.

When she was wearing a Taoist robe, she looked no more than ten years old, and her body was filled with a layer of purity and indifference.

Song Wanling shook her head, closed her eyes slightly, and then waited for the light and pleasant voice to stop.

She opened her eyes, as if she understood the meaning of non-understanding, the breeze hit her face, and she didn't bother to grasp that glimmer of feeling.

Stretching out his hand, he let the breeze blow through his white palm, a crisp smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his apricot eyes were crooked.

"Why are you laughing?" Su Min Zhenren asked lightly.

Song Wanling's smile remained unchanged, and said sweetly: "If you want to laugh, you can laugh, I feel that this wind is really comfortable when the wind blows, and the sun is really warm on my body."

Here, I sit on the futon and seem to sit on the grass as well.

Listening to the master's explanation, I felt so happy, so I smiled. ”

Su Min Zhenren shook her head and smiled, and then looked at the four apprentices sitting in a row opposite her, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Originally, they were secretly surprised that the well-behaved little junior sister would say such a clever thing, and they were afraid that they would anger the master.

Unexpectedly, Shizun also laughed lightly.

The second senior brother immediately laughed, and the senior brother's smile was mixed in.

The third senior sister folded her hands in front of her, and the hands in her sleeves slowly pinched up.

……