The father continued, "The various holy places are extremely strict in the selection of the Holy Son. Only those who have the qualifications to become holy can be qualified to be selected as the Holy Son.

"The Son of God belongs to the seed of a saint and is qualified to become a saint in the future. After all, if a holy place can become a holy place, it means that there are saints in charge, and without saints in charge, the so-called holy places are not worthy of the name. ”

"It is better to cultivate ten powerful people than to cultivate one saint. Therefore, the Holy Land does not have a Holy Son in every era, but there are no Holy Sons in many eras, but there are particularly outstanding talents in some eras, and only then will there be Holy Sons. For the selection of the Holy Son, it can be said that it is better to have a shortage than an abundance. ”

"It is better to leave the Son vacant than to choose a Son who is a little worse. If it is the Son, he will be embarrassed outside. It is not the face of one person who is lost, but the face of a group of people. ”

Father said a lot.

Xiang Yu listened and asked, "What are the requirements for the selection of the Holy Son?" ”

"First of all, those who are gifted and have poor qualifications have no chance of becoming a holy son; secondly, to be less than eighteen years old, preferably a teenager, so as to cultivate a sense of loyalty to the saint; Third, after the selection of the Holy Son, we must give our full support. Even if there are more qualified people in the future, they still can't replace the Holy Son! ”

Father said.

The first two points are easy to understand, as for the third point.

The main thing is to prevent the emergence of civil unrest.

"Forget to mention that the Son has a time limit, no more than two hundred years at most. Within two hundred years, you must become a Sendai powerhouse, otherwise you will automatically retire! ”

Father said a lot.

Xiang Yu listened carefully.

The carriage moved forward, gradually approaching the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

On the way, I asked, why don't you fly in the air.

After all, the monks of the other side realm will be able to fly in the sky.

But my father said that he was afraid of being beaten!

There are many strong people in the Eastern Wilderness, and the masters are like clouds, and only the strong people in Sendai are qualified to fly in the sky. A Dao Palace monk, flaunting everywhere, flew directly on the head of the Sendai powerhouse, and could be slapped to death with a slap.

The carriage was moving, and it was the black-scaled horse pulling the cart.

The black-scaled horse has the blood of a ferocious beast, and it is said to have a thin dragon bloodline.

The black-scaled horse-drawn cart was very fast, running for more than a thousand miles every day, and it took only three days to reach the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Gradually, I saw a group of mountains, and the high mountains towered there, like giants, opening up holes in the mountains; At the foot of the mountain are fields where various elixirs are planted, spirit valleys, and some spirit beasts are raised. In the distance, a waterfall swept down, like a nine-day Milky Way.

At the foot of the mountains, there are houses, elegant and quaint.

Above the sky, there was a flying mount fluttering, walking everywhere.

On the ground, there was an army of monks patrolling the place, each wearing silver armor and holding a spear in his hand, with a majestic aura.

Not only that, but a large array was slowly running, leading the power of the stars in the sky to fall, causing the essence of the Purple Mansion Holy Land to be even stronger.

As soon as he approached the Purple Mansion Holy Land, Xiang Yu felt extremely comfortable.

The essence of the Purple Mansion Holy Land is rich, ten times more than that of the outside world, and cultivating in such a good environment will be very beneficial.

"Who?"

At this moment, a group of gold-armored soldiers stepped forward and asked.

They were just Lunhai monks, but the twelve of them stood together, and their momentum was connected together, but they exuded terrifying coercion and shocked people's hearts.

"Deacon of the Outer Gate, Su Quan, go back to the Holy Land of the Purple Mansion!"

The father took out a token and handed it over.

The golden-armored soldier took the token, inspected it, and said, "Elder, please enter the Holy Land!" ”

"Thank you!"

Father said.

The carriage was placed at the door, and the two of them walked towards the Purple Mansion Holy Land, but as they walked, they suddenly saw a mountain peak, about five hundred meters high, with steps in front of the peak. A group of monks were climbing the steps, as if they were working hard, but as they walked, some people were squeezed down.

Some even rolled down.

Others yelled.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a stone monument with three big characters written on the stone tablet: Ascend the Holy Peak.

The father said, "This mountain is called Dengsheng Peak. Legend has it that it was set up by the ancestors of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, as long as you have the heart to join the Purple Mansion Holy Land, you can climb this mountain, and as long as you climb to a hundred steps, you can join the Purple Mansion Holy Land. The higher the steps, the better the qualifications and the better the treatment you receive! ”

"There are five hundred steps, and my son will definitely be able to climb more than two hundred!"

"Father! Look at me! ”

Xiang Yu said.

Walked up the steps.

When I walked up the first step, I felt the pressure, as if I was carrying a sandbag.

Then I walked up the second step, and then the third step, and the more I walked forward, the more huge the gravity from the steps became, as if I was carrying one big stone after another.

When I climbed to the hundredth step, it was as if there were millions of pounds of weight on my body.

But Xiang Yu didn't breathe, and went directly to the hundredth step.

Brush!!

At this moment, Xiang Yu was in a trance and entered the illusion.

In the midst of the illusion, an old man appeared.

The old man said: "Learn sword from me, this swordsmanship is called Zifu Swordsmanship!" ”

The long sword flickered, and the swordsmanship was sharp, like a battlefield general, fighting in the vertical and horizontal, killing fiercely, giving up all tricks, and some were just simple killing techniques.

Brush Brush Brush!

In the blink of an eye, the eighteen moves of swordsmanship were over.

The old man said: "How much have you learned! ”

"Learned!"

Xiang Yu stepped forward, and a long sword appeared in his palm, and the long sword was sharp and torn.

Brush Brush Brush!

After a dozen breaths, swordsmanship was introduced.

Ten minutes later, the swordsmanship was completed.

Half an hour later, the swordsmanship was completed.

An hour later, Xiang's swordsmanship was complete.

Another hour later, the swordsmanship changed, beyond the shackles of the original swordsmanship, and integrated into his own perception, as if the ghosts and gods were changing, as if the gods and demons were ups and downs, under the swordsmanship attack, domineering, like a peerless overlord, sweeping the world and suppressing the heroes.

I am the king, and all beings are submitted.

"Not bad!" The old man said, his mouth was calm, but his expression trembled slightly.

This man's comprehension is so powerful that it seems to be stronger than he imagined.

At this time, the illusion was shattered, Xiang Yu opened his eyes, and his eyes appeared on the three hundred steps.

Condescending, looking down on everything.

At this moment, on the steps, there are monks moving forward, and there are monks rolling down.

Brush!

Xiang Yu took another step forward.

At this moment, the illusion changed again, turning into a desert, advancing in the desert.

In the distance there is an oasis with what seems to be a village, and there is food.

In the desert, Xiang Yu was moving forward, gradually feeling a little hungry and thirsty, a little tired, and a thought told him to stop quickly.

But another thought told him, keep going, keep going.

As we walked, night began to fall.

In the darkness of the night, a voice told him to stop!

But Xiang Yu continued to move forward, not afraid at all.

Walking and walking, walking and walking, it seems that he is extremely tired, but he is still persevering.

At this moment, the illusion shattered, and Xiang Yu opened his eyes again, but he was standing on the top of the mountain, seeing all living beings at a glance.

"He's on top!"

"He's at the top!"

"Five hundred steps, he came to the end!"

"There are 500 steps, the first 100 test qualifications, the middle 200 test understanding, and the last 200 test will. As a result, he has reached all the standards, and his qualifications, understanding, will, etc., are all first-class, and he can be called a saint qualification! ”

"When the ancestor set up the Holy Peak, as long as he reached the top, as long as he did not die in the middle, he could become a saint in the future!"

"Could it be that the Purple Mansion Holy Land is going to give birth to another Holy Son!"

"Genius, another peerless genius!"

Under the mountain peak, everyone was talking, some were amazed, some were afraid, some were jealous, thousands of people had different looks.

In an instant, Xiang Yu became the focus.

"My son, I have the qualifications of a saint!"

Father Su Quan said excitedly, tears in his excited eyes.

Bell bell!

At this moment, a bell rang from the Purple Mansion Holy Land!

The bell rang nine times in a row!

It seems to be celebrating.

At this moment, in the depths of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, the Holy Lord, who was in retreat, seemed to sense something and opened his eyes: "The bell rang nine times, and someone reached the top and became a saint seed." After a thousand years, a saint seed has finally been born! ”

Brush!

The Holy Lord went out directly, opened the door of the cave, and disappeared.

At the moment of disappearance, the Holy Lord appeared directly above the mountain peak.

But in an instant, his expression became stunned.

Because, a seven-year-old child sits on a mountain peak, as if he is contemplating something.

"Too young!"

The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion was surprised, and then turned into a surprise.

The younger the child, the easier it is to cultivate.

"Whose child is this?"

The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion asked

"Meet the Holy Lord, this is my son!" Su Quan stepped forward and said, his body was trembling, his expression was a little flustered, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak.

He was just a small person in the Dao Palace Realm, in the past years, he just looked up at the Holy Lord from afar, but this time he was in close contact with the Holy Lord.

"Deacon of the outer gate, not bad!" The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion said, "You are very good, you have a good son!" ”

"Thank you, Holy Lord!"

Su Quan said, excited and speechless.

……

Sitting on the top of the mountain, Xiang Yu was in a trance and entered the illusion.

In the illusion, it was still the old man.

"Not bad, not bad!" The old man said: "Your qualifications are very good, the Purple Mansion Holy Land depends on you!" This one is for you! ”

Pointing a little.

Suddenly, Xiang Yu felt that in the sea of knowledge, five exercises appeared.

The Sun Sutra: The Wheel of the Sea

"The Sun Sutra: Dao Palace"

The Four Poles of the Sun

The Sun Sutra: The Transformation of the Dragon

"The Sun Sutra: Sendai Chapter"

Feeling the news of the scriptures, Xiang Yu couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Thank you, Ancestor!" ”

"My Dao name is the Purple Mansion Sage, after cutting the Dao, I created the "Purple Mansion Sutra", this scripture is not as good as the "Sun Sutra", but it fits me and is the most suitable for me!" The old man said, "This is also for you." ”

As he spoke, he pointed his finger again, and joy came.

Xiang Yu received the information, it was the "Purple Mansion Sutra", and it was also the origin of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

……

PS: First update.