Xue Huaijin unfolded his divine sense, looked carefully again, and found some differences.

Except for the two thin ones, the richly dressed teenagers knew at a glance that their physique was not suitable for forging, and the rest had mid-acquired cultivation of forging bodies, and it was estimated that they had been forging their bodies since they were young and walked the road of physical cultivation. Now that they are studying the introduction to Confucianism and still waiting for the appearance of Dharma cultivation qualifications, it can be said that after the age of ten, they all accounted for three of the four paths, and only gave up the path of Buddhist cultivation.

I guess I plan to choose which one is more talented. However, at the age of twelve or thirteen, the spiritual root qualification has not yet appeared, and the chance of appearing in the future is very small, that is, between Confucianism and physical cultivation.

And those two plainly dressed teenagers have no physical cultivation, and they don't practice anymore, so they are probably obsessed with the way of Confucian cultivation.

Listening to the people in the teahouse, it is not necessarily that these two teenagers are from poor families, and it may be that they gave up the opportunity to cultivate to their brothers and sisters.

In the Tiemu Realm, even a family with an average family background can provide for a child's cultivation in the early stage of physical cultivation, and when he is fifteen or sixteen years old, he can go hunting and provide for himself, but some families have more than one child......

Knowing all the information that should be known, Xue Huaijin no longer paid attention to the people in the teahouse, and put his divine sense on the teenagers outside the teahouse, but his eyes looked at the teacup a little distracted.

In the twenty-nine years since she came to this world, it was the first time she had encountered such a simple literary discussion, without a trace of cultivation, and looking at them, she seemed to have returned to the school of her previous life......

"Look, there's one!"

Xue Huaijin came back to his senses, saw that the people around him were very excited, and according to their words, he reacted instantly, and also came to the window and looked out of the building.

Knowing that there is great power present, it is a bit disrespectful to use divine sense to check.

I saw that next to this group of teenagers, there was an elegant old man, not far away, and with the keen ears of the immortal cultivators, they could also hear their conversation clearly.

After a brief conversation between the old man and the young man, he said to a richly dressed but thin young man, "What's your name?" ”

The young man was stunned, "Me? ”

The old man held his beard and smiled, "Yes, it's you!" ”

The boy was a little overwhelmed and looked at his cousin with a complicated expression.

The cousin pressed the sourness in his heart and pushed the young man in front of the old man, "It's you who ask, what do you see me doing?" ”

"My name is Shi Jie." The boy replied, and stopped talking.

Shi Jie's cousin saw that the old man didn't speak, he was still waiting, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and poked, you said that this guy is quite clever at home, how did he become stupid at a critical moment.

Seeing that Shi Jie clenched his fists, the old man still didn't speak, smiled clearly, and was even more satisfied with this apprentice, "It doesn't matter if anything else, I only ask you, but you are willing to follow me to cultivate Confucianism." ”

The boy seemed to have figured it out this time, and replied firmly: "Thanks to the love, the boy is willing!" After speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed, and the old man didn't stop him, and when Shi Jie kowtowed three times, he picked up the young man, and then said loudly to the surroundings: "In Xia Luo Zhangping, from the Taichu Academy, this trip is indeed for the selection of apprentices, under the witness of all of you, this good apprentice, Yu Xin is very happy, a little light gift, and hope to smile!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a brush appeared in front of everyone around, and the onlookers cheered, holding their own brushes, and were very happy.

The people around saw that Xue Huaijin hadn't taken the brush for a long time, and she was a little anxious, her eyes swept coldly, she took down her brush, returned to her desk, and continued to drink tea.

At this time, the Confucian cultivator had already left with the young man, and it was estimated that he was going back to the young man's house to see his family.

Xue Huaijin looked at the brush in his hand, how can he look at it, it is an ordinary brush, and it looks like it is still an old brush that has been used, and there is black ink on the tip of the pen, and then take a closer look, there is a pattern on the barrel of the pen, which looks like an ancient text "chapter", what is special about this one?

"I remember, he is Venerable Zhang Ping of the Taichu Academy, and that is the Confucian cultivator of the realm of the word "let"! "Someone took the case.

……

"I haven't seen this kid today, which of you know?" Some people wondered.

"It's true that several other people come often, and we are all familiar with it, but this kid who is apprenticed today has never seen it."

……

"Today's brush, I will receive 1,000 lower grade spirit stones, and I have children in my family who want to follow the path of Confucianism, I want a good omen!" Someone stood by the window and shouted to everyone in the street.

Seeing that there were really people who wanted to sell the brush, there were people around shouting prices, and after a while, it had risen to a thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

Xue Huaijin was secretly surprised, just such an ordinary brush, and it was in batches, it was the same as the value of a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it was still rising.

She usually understands this aspect of spirituality, and doesn't know much about Confucianism and Buddhism.

Since I don't know, then listen more, and after receiving the brush, Xue Huaijin sat in the store, drinking spiritual tea, and listening to the disturbances around him.

After watching for a while, but no one was puzzled, everyone is not a fool, seeing this scene, naturally know that the brush in his hand is a treasure, no one has made a move yet, but as the price continues to rise, there are still people who are tempted and sell the brush.

Xue Huaijin also took the opportunity to take one and spent six thousand medium-grade spirit stones. This is still because she started early, and when people continue to hear the news and rush to the scene, there are Yuan Infant Stage and Out-of-Body Stage monks to make a move, and they, the monks below the Jindan stage, can only retreat.

It stands to reason that Venerable Zhang Ping can send a large number of brushes, which should not be a precious thing, but looking at the reactions of these people, this brush is not simple.

After the excitement was finished, Xue Huaijin got up and walked to the door, intending to leave, but was blocked by a hand, "This fairy, why haven't I seen you in Dongfu City?" ”

Seeing the handsome young man in front of her, Xue Huaijin subconsciously wanted to look in the mirror, she remembered that she was now a weathered middle-aged female cultivator, could she remember it wrong?

Seeing that the female cultivator didn't speak, the other party just looked at him with strange eyes, and hurriedly looked at his companion, "Am I wrong?" ”

Seeing that his companion shook his head, he looked at the nun again, only to find that everyone was gone.

Xue Huaijin saw someone who caught up again, "Something?" ”

The other party no longer detoured, and said directly: "I heard from a friend that the fairy just harvested two brushes, and in the evening of the coming down, he missed the Confucianism and Taoism power to accept apprentices, so he ......."

Xue Huaijin raised his eyebrows, "So, you want to take it from me?" ”

The other party waved his hand again and again, "It's not for nothing, how many spirit stones you bought, I will charge three times the price!" ”

"Not for sale!" Xue Huaijin raised his feet and walked in the other direction.

"I am ......"

"The king of heaven is here, and he won't sell it!"

Watching the nun go away, although he didn't know who the "Heavenly King Lao Tzu" was, he also knew the general meaning, and the young man didn't chase anymore, and planned to find the target again.

The companion bumped him on the shoulder, "Senior brother, your charm has decreased?" ”

Another companion came up with an idea, "You can see if it's an old man by looking at his age, so I still have to find some young people to try." ”

(End of chapter)