There is no spiritual root or the spiritual root is incomplete, which means that this child is destined not to have much fate with cultivation.

You must know that the spiritual root is, to a certain extent, destined how far this person can go on the path of cultivation.

Song Yufeng's mind was lively, and when Gu Zhihuan mentioned this, he probably guessed what was going on.

Pingyao Town is located in a remote area, and it has nothing to do with outstanding people.

It wasn't until seventeen years ago that the eldest young master of a certain family was inadvertently caught by someone from the Xiaoyao faction and brought back to the Xiaoyao faction.

Since then, the family has risen to the top of the ladder.

When the others learned about it, they also had crooked thoughts.

It's not enough to give birth to one, but you can also give birth to two.

Song Yufeng pursed his lips: "It's really ......"

Chaolu led them to sit cross-legged on a tree.

Song Yufeng obviously didn't like this place, and the whole person looked a little anxious: "Master, hurry up and go back after arresting someone." ”

"Hmm." Chaolu nodded.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and touched the top of Song Yufeng's head.

Song Yufeng was stunned.

Since he became an adult, Aruo rarely did this action to comfort himself again.

"In terms of qualifications based on spiritual roots, most of them are self-disturbing by mortals, and there is no need to worry about entering my sect." Chaolu said softly.

Song Yufeng blinked: "Having said that, I still don't know what our sect is called. ”

Chaolu's expression became indescribable: "I didn't tell you? ”

Gu Zhihuan and Song Yufeng shook their heads in unison.

Chaolu was a little embarrassed, and he withdrew his hand: "Cangming." ”

"Huh?" Song Yufeng raised his head: "Won't it be too distracting, who took the name?" Cangming Mountain, Cangming Sword, Cangming Faction ......"

Chaolu shook his head, looking a little dazed.

It's not the first time Gu Zhihuan has seen Chaolu like this.

According to Chaolu himself, after he went wrong in a certain practice, he didn't remember the previous things very clearly.

Song Yufeng realized that he had asked the wrong thing, and obediently admitted his mistake: "Master......"

"It doesn't matter." When the morning dew is rarely angry, it is always a light and breezy appearance.

The three of them had a ride, and none of them chatted in the trees.

Before you know it, the sun is already setting in the west.

Song Yufeng's interest from the beginning has become uninteresting.

"Why is it that there is no one in the afternoon." Song Yufeng was a little sleepy: "Master, how many days have you been squatting before?" ”

"I picked you up as soon as I arrived." Chaolu said.

Gu Zhihuan said: "There are too many children who have been abandoned here and died before, and resentment has piled up, so the free people have come forward and strictly prohibited this kind of behavior. ”

Song Yufeng said faintly: "So we want to pick up people in another place?" ”

"It's an apprentice." Gu Zhihuan corrected.

“……”

"Someone's coming." Chaolu said suddenly.

The three of them brushed and hid back into the tree.

After a while, I saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, dressed in gray coarse cloth clothes, with his hair tied up haphazardly, and mud sticking to his shoes, looking a little embarrassed.

The boy's body was not yet fully developed, and he looked a little thin.

Song Yufeng sighed in disappointment: "This is too big." ”

If you pick up a child and go up the mountain, you don't eat much, and you won't grab anything from yourself.

Teenage teenagers......

Song Yufeng involuntarily clenched his money bag.

The morning dew was very interested.

Song Yufeng was afraid that Chao Luzhen would pick up the child back, so he hurriedly chattered: "Look at his face, long eyes and thin lips, he is mostly mean and unkind, and picking it up is definitely not as good as when I was a child." ”

Asaka hesitated for a moment.

He didn't have any special requirements for accepting apprentices, just to keep it simple and save trouble.

"I want him." Gu Zhihuan's words were amazing.

Chaolu and Song Yufeng looked at it at the same time.

Gu Zhihuan stared at the young man, and repeated in an affirmative and resolute tone: "Take him back." ”

Song Yufeng was shocked: "Senior sister, our sect is very poor......

"I remember you hid your money."

"Nope! No way! ”

"The second compartment behind the bookcase in your room—"

"Senior sister, I think this boy is very good! I really, the first time I saw him, I thought he must be destined for us! Song Yufeng interrupted Gu Zhihuan in a panic.

Chaolu was still thinking about what Song Yufeng said before: "But what if it's not easy to take it back?" ”

"I'll raise it!" Song Yufeng cut the iron tunnel.

"If he eats a lot ......"

"I've got money!"

"He's bad-tempered......"

"I endure! Eh, wait! It was only at this time that Song Yufeng discovered that the person who sang and harmonized with him just now was actually Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan smiled gently: "Second junior brother, you are really a good person. ”

Song Yufeng: "......"

"Master, what do you think?" Gu Zhihuan did not have a final word.

"Yes." Chaolu withdrew her gaze from the boy.

Song Yufeng's last glimmer of hope was also dashed.

He didn't expect that Chaolu would really be so casual when he received disciples.

Gu Zhihuan patted Song Yufeng's shoulder: "Go ahead." ”

Song Yufeng pointed at himself in disbelief: "Me? ”

"This is your future junior brother." Gu Zhihuan said.

"That's also your future-ahhhhhhhhh

Song Yufeng was caught off guard for a while, and almost fell and ate.

However, even if he barely stood firm, Song Yufeng looked very embarrassed.

The boy glanced up at him when he heard the movement.

Song Yufeng hurriedly put on a kind smile, shook his right hand, and took out a folding fan out of nowhere, and fanned it in his hand: "You ......"

The boy looked away indifferently.

Song Yufeng's words were stuck in his throat.

Nice and with character.

Song Yufeng controlled his expression and walked around to the front of the young man.

The boy stared at him with a blank expression.

On a dirty face, the two lips that were as thin as a knife were pursed into a mean and indifferent arc.

He looked at Song Yufeng, his eyes full of vigilance.

Song Yufeng softened his voice as much as possible: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person." ”

“……”

The wariness in the boy's eyes turned to mockery.

Song Yufeng smiled awkwardly: "I'm from Cangming Mountain." ”

The young man's expression moved.

People in Pingyao Town know that there is a Cangming Mountain not far from Pingyao Town.

The mountain is inhabited by cultivators who can fly with a sword.

It's just that under Cangming Mountain, there are many prohibitions, and mortals are not allowed to get close at all, and the people of Cangming Mountain hardly walk around under the mountain.

Over time, everyone has almost forgotten the existence of Cangming Mountain.

"You're alone?" Song Yufeng asked.

The boy did not answer.

"Your family—"

"I came here myself." The young man interrupted Song Yufeng's words.

Song Yufeng was stunned.

He looked at the boy again.

The appearance of the dust is obviously not the first day of leaving home.

I don't know if I have eaten enough these days, and his cheeks are deeply sunken, which makes his face look more and more dull.

Song Yufeng looked at him, and he didn't know if he thought of his former self, he said softly: "My name is Song Yufeng, I am the second senior brother of the Cangming faction, I see that you are surprised by your bones, you are talented and intelligent, and I think you and I are destined——"

"Do you care about the rice?" The young man interrupted Song Yufeng indifferently.

Song Yufeng opened his mouth: "...... Yes. ”

"I'll go with you." The boy said coldly.

Song Yufeng didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

Could it be that the bones are amazing, and the talent and intelligence are not as good as the food?

Song Yufeng was surprised: "Can you tell me, your name?" ”

The young man was silent for a moment before he replied: "The surname is Han, no name." ”