At this time, he was in the medicine garden of Qingyun Sect.

A large number of villagers followed the old man of the Wuyun Sect into the Dharma Boat, and experienced the feeling of flying here, the first time it was really a run for his life, and he couldn't appreciate it, this time he moved to a deep mountain in the Qingyun Sect, and with the back mountain, his confidence was stable, and his mood was much more relaxed.

Moreover, the mountains are splendid, and the fairy aura is enveloped, and such a scene in the Qingyun Sect is not something that ordinary people can see.

The crowd chattered and chattered.

Led by the elder of the Wuxuan Sect and the village head Zhuo Qingyunpan at the head of the boat, the boat traveled very slowly, as if playing, it was the blood ghost ancestor who specially ordered to let the old man of the Wuxuan Sect treat the villagers slowly, there were fewer bumps, and let them watch the Qingyun Sect, and the most important thing was to win people's hearts.

I have to say that the Blood Ghost Ancestor is indeed powerful, and the minutiae is the Tao, this hand is for the sake of the villagers, it is a good strategy to win over the village chief Zhuo Qingyun, and the little things can be seen with extreme intentions, which also makes Zhuo Qingyun see the sincerity of the Blood Ghost Ancestor.

The two of them were extremely bored, and they actually played Go, one black and one white, both using true qi as chess pieces, hanging in the void, and they were frightened step by step, so uncomfortable.

Huzi, who was carrying a big sword on his back, looked at it and felt novel, yearning for this fairy-like life, and also wanted to practice spells, but he was afraid that the village chief's grandfather would scold him for being stupid and unteachable, and the expression on his face was slightly sad.

Elder Wu Xue asked first: "Xiao'er, do you want to practice?"

As soon as these words came out, there were always people with sharp ears, seven or eight of them came over at once, looking at this monk who was flying away from the sky and scolding Fang Xuan, who was not very envious, and they all stared at the martial arts sect elder and said the next sentence.

This honey collection has attracted a swarm of bees, Wu Xuan Zong Lao couldn't help laughing happily, recently the affairs of the sect have been cleared, and the happy days have resumed, seeing the simple and unpretentious names of the villages, and because of the village chief Zhuo Qingyun, he started to want to receive apprentices, one is to receive, and two are also receiving, why not do it.

So he said: "The monk's journey is not easy, not only do you need a spiritual root, but you also need luck, if you want to practice, you might as well wait until I test the spiritual root for you." ”

It's the spiritual root again, and it's lucky, where do these honest villagers know that they only see the enviable side of the monks, but they don't see the difficulties behind it.

Lei Zi asked with a big grin: "Sect Elder Wu, we are all very dexterous, do you think we have a spiritual root?"

Elder Wu Xuan smiled faintly, this is still really not good for him to explain, the more he talks, the more he explains, the villagers who have lived in the village for a long time and are not familiar with the world do not know enough about the monk to talk about it in detail.

I had to reach out and take out a spirit stone from the storage bag, give it to the nearest tiger, and said: "Then you go to the test, this is called the spirit stone, if it has a spirit root, it will emit light, if not, it will not move." ”

Huzi held the spirit stone in his hand, and forgot to thank him excitedly, and turned around to share it with a group of villagers, since he went to Qingyun Mountain, he has seen all kinds of immortal grandeur here, and it has become his dream to become a monk, and now he has been allowed.

"Stop, Huzi, have you forgotten how I taught you, so rude. ”

Zhuo Qingyun said slightly sternly.

"Oh, thank you, Elder Wu, thank you, Uncle Wu, hehehe. ”

After finishing speaking, he ran over, and heard a group of villagers huddled together, talking non-stop, they all wanted to give it a try, maybe this time they could change their fate.

"Hahaha, this kid is indeed quite well-behaved. ”

Elder Wu Xuzong said with a smile, he knew that he called himself uncle.

"Seeing the smile, the child is not sensible. ”

Zhuo Qingyun said apologetically.

"I am reluctant to let Huzi be my disciple, I will teach well. ”

The elder of the Wu Xuan Sect was happy to see the hunt, and it was really Huzi who was more in line with his appetite, so he wanted to be an apprentice.

"Alas, poor child, born with a closed pulse, he can't practice qi. ”

Speaking of this, the village chief Zhuo Qingyun sighed with regret.

"Born with a closed pulse? This can be, this can be ......"

The following words can't be said, Wu Xuzong has said all the old words, but he suddenly became a natural closed vein, how can this apprentice be accepted.

Poor Huzi didn't know it, and he tried the spirit stone with a group of villagers with great interest.

The spirit stone in his hand took the residual warmth of others and passed it to Huzi's hands, Huzi was the same as everyone else, breathing a little fast, holding the spirit stone tightly, a few breaths passed in a blink of an eye, there was no light at all, it can be said that no less than dozens of people have been tested so far, and there is no one with a spiritual root, and the noisy crowd seems to have poured a pot of cold water, and the sound is much quieter.

The spiritual root is a thing that examines a person's root bones, which are congenitally bringed, born but not blind, and only with the spiritual root can there be a foundation for cultivating immortals, just like a dragon gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a hole, and the innate factors determine the path of his life.

Even Lei Zi, who is usually very arrogant, couldn't help sighing, saying that it was good to cultivate immortals, but now he didn't even have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, so he stepped forward and patted Huzi on the shoulder, expressing comfort and regret.

Not to mention that Huzi was brought up by the village chief Zhuo Qingyun since he was a child, let's just say that Huzi's strength and kindness to others are worthy of admiration.

Huzi failed the test, and subconsciously looked at the village chief Zhuo Qingyun, the person who raised him since childhood, but he didn't look at himself at a glance, and he was discouraged and worthy of handing the spirit stone to the next person, and his eyes were dim and retreated into the crowd.

After two incense sticks, suddenly the spirit stone in the hand of a child lit up, and the light was not much, and the green haze gradually revealed, but it lit up anyway.

"Amazing, isn't this the child of the second Wang family?"

"If you can become a monk, this child will be smooth sailing in the future. ”

"It's really a good thing to be able to worship the Qingyun Sect, the ancestral tomb of the Wang Er family is smoking. ”

......

There was nothing to say, everyone looked around, there was only a seven or eight-year-old child cheering and cheering, as if it was a great glory, the spirit stone in his hand exuded a green glow, and the tiger who looked at it was very warm.

"Yo, there really is one, although the qualifications are not too good, but they can also enter my Qingyun Sect. ”

The elder of the Wu Xuan Sect did not take his eyes off his eyes, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he knew the situation.

"It's okay, these little cubs in the province are chattering around me every day, and they really give me something to grow. ”

Zhuo Qingyun said with a faint smile, but seeing the envious gaze of the tiger next to him, a trace of sadness and regret flashed in his eyes.

Huzi's every move is included in his eyes, he has been with him since he was a child, saying that he is a disciple, he is equivalent to a son, but Zhuo Qingyun avoids talking about it, just let Huzi slowly accept this fact that he was born with a closed pulse, so as not to have meaningless fantasies, and there will be a lot less trouble.

(End of chapter)