The first time he got so many spirit stones, Su Zimu couldn't hold back the impatience in his heart, took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand, imagining in his mind that there was a stream of air running along the meridians, trying to extract the spiritual energy from the spirit stone and put the exercise in his mind into operation.

What if, it is he who has an invisible root bone and everyone doesn't see it?

Although everyone said that he was a wasted man with no talent, when did he admit it?

However, after trying for a long time, the fart didn't work, which made Su Zimu depressed.

What he meowed, is there something wrong with this exercise?

At this time, it was almost dawn, and Su Zimu simply didn't sleep, dressed up and started another day of hard training.

Hundreds of pounds of weight, worn on ordinary people, let alone moving, can be crushed to death, but he is like no one, he should run and jump.

Although he has already reached a bottleneck and does not have to practice hard day and night, he has already developed a habit, and second, he wants to find something to do, so as not to fall into negative emotions and cannot extricate himself.

As soon as he ran half a lap around Xianfang, he saw a convoy pass through the large array guarding Xianfang and stop outside an inn.

A middle-aged man called open the door and brought a dozen and a half children into the inn.

The middle-aged man also glanced at Su Zimu, his eyes were very vigilant.

This is a strange thing!

There are monks everywhere in Xianfang, and there are not many ordinary people like Su Zimu, what's wrong today, it's a group of people?

This was just the beginning, and it wasn't long before another convoy arrived.

Today, the situation was a little wrong, and Su Zimu gave up decisively and returned to Qing'an Hall.

However, before they got to the place, a flying boat slowly landed in the sky above Xianfang, and a pair of fairy-like and gorgeously dressed men and women went down against the wind, indescribably chic and comfortable.

This is a foundation monk, right?

Looking at others and then looking at himself, Su Zimu plunged into the pharmacy: jealousy made me unrecognizable, and jealousy separated me......

"What are you talking about?" Xu Ning jumped out of nowhere, her big clear eyes full of curiosity.

Su Zimu was startled, and hurriedly covered up: "It's okay, it's okay, there are many people outside, and even a flying boat has one!" ”

"That's what you say!" Xu Ning opened the door, "In a few days, it will be the Yuntian Pavilion Apprenticeship Ceremony, and they are all here to apprentice." ”

"Apprenticeship?" Su Zimu's heart was hot, hot and hot, and his eyes were even more eager to try.

Yunhai Pavilion is the backer behind Xianfang, and the strength of Yunhai Pavilion can be seen to support such a large industry.

Xu Ning blinked: "What, do you want to try?" ”

Su Zimu nodded violently, Lao Tzu is a traverser, isn't this an opportunity to take off? ”

"Don't think about it." Xu Ning looked sympathetic, "No matter how young you are, you don't have any chance!" ”

I'll go, it rhymes?

Su Zimu still didn't give up: "Even if it doesn't work, it's always okay to try, right?" People have no ideals, what is the difference between them and salted fish? ”

"Eh, you're very naughty today!" Xu Ning pinched Su Zimu's cheek, "If you can't say it's okay, you can't do it, your senior sister said it!" ”

In the following days, the entire Xianfang was overcrowded, the only few inns were full, the room fee rose again and again, and even Bian Yuming's restaurant was changed into a temporary homestay.

Seven days later, the ceremony officially began.

Su Zimu had already asked the time and place, and quietly slipped over to find an opportunity.

When I arrived at the place, I found that there were many people like him who tried their luck, and the monks in charge of the primary election didn't care so much at all, and all those who looked old were all thrown away, leaving only the half-grown dolls.

Not even a chance to get closer, apprentice?

Think too much.

A group of naïve children didn't know what was waiting for them, crying and crying when they were chosen, reluctant to leave, but the family members who were traveling with them were ecstatic and urged vigorously.

There are also unsuccessful children who happily return to their families, but they are greeted by extremely stinky faces.

Su Zi only knew behind the scenes that these were ordinary people not far from Xianfang, as long as they found that the dolls had a talent for cultivation, they would organize a special snake head to come here to worship the immortal gate.

As soon as he succeeded, his family's status immediately grew by leaps and bounds.

Those who are not selected do not need to be discouraged, there is still someone to contact and take them to other sects to try their luck.

Room and board are free.

Su Zimu's whole person is not good, what kind of simple apprenticeship is this? It's more like a business, a business.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people, there are interests.

Xianmen has obtained a better source of students; Gifted children will not be buried, the snake head has been valued by the fairy gate and the gratitude of the people, no matter how you look at it, it is a win-win situation.

The Xianmen also has to divide the disciples into three, six, nine and so on, one looks at the talent of the root bones, and the other depends on the age.

According to Su Zimu's understanding, this is social recruitment for ordinary people.

There are also those facing other immortals, this is a special recruitment that is not open to the public, and it is the kind that is determined.

Then there is the special session for young and middle-aged monks, all of whom are in their early thirties in their twenties, and according to their age, the superior is superior and the inferior are lower.

After all, cultivation is not all about talent, perseverance and luck are also very important factors.

Su Zimu's only chance is for young and middle-aged people, but he is still an ordinary person who has been forging for three years but has not been able to cross that threshold.

Sorry, no chance.

It made him very frustrated, frustrated, and didn't want to talk to anyone.

He can understand that the sustainable development of a sect needs high-quality new blood, not inferior new products that lower the overall quality.

But he also sensed a deep, deep-seated, and indelible malice.

Not for himself, but for all the practitioners who are not gifted enough, but who practice hard.

It's like a scumbag in a previous life, facing the fear of various exams.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and the disturbing apprenticeship ceremony came to an end, and I thought that the dust had settled, but in fact it was not like that at all.

According to the reliable information provided by Bian Yuming's big mouth, although the Xianmen disciples are selected among the best, the entry is only the first step in the journey of thousands of miles, and there are still a series of tests waiting for those children, what is clear and persevering, and so on.

According to Su Zimu's understanding, it is to determine the heart of the new disciples, coupled with various brainwashing education, loyalty to the unity and friendship of the Xianmen or something.

Moreover, the oath-taking ceremony in the previous life was just a formality, but in this world, indiscriminate oath is to kill people!

In other words, the Immortal Cultivation Sect's constraints on disciples are much stronger than imagined!

He originally longed for Xianmen very much, but after learning all this, Su Zimu suddenly discovered that Xianmen was actually a small society, or the kind that divides its status by cultivation, and it is not a fart without strength, which is very different from the image of a monk who eats and drinks dew and is pure and inactive in his mind, which is simply subverting the three views.

Sure enough, the veil of mystery was lifted, and the monk was still a man, not a god.