The dining hall is spacious, clean, and tidy, and the style is not much different from that of the mortal world.

A few guys dressed in Tsing Yi and short shirts were busy, bringing out the freshly prepared meals and putting them on a long table for diners to choose from, which was a bit of a buffet.

The teenagers were already hungry and went to the counter to fill the food.

Zhao Lin was also a little hungry, looked around, saw that there was a supply of noodles, and remembered that he hadn't eaten noodles for a long time, so he asked his guy for a big pot of noodles, and turned around and took a sea bowl to put in the marinade.

When he walked back with the marinade, a young man who couldn't name saw the sea bowl in Zhao Lin's hand and said in surprise: "Senior brother, you eat such a big bowl!" ”

Zhao Lin glanced down and explained, "The bowl is marinated, and the noodles are over there." ”

He gestured to his seat.

"Ah......h

The boy was speechless in astonishment when he saw the large basin full of pots on the table.

If he were a different person, he would definitely laugh and sarcastic, but Zhao Lin has been in a high position in the past few years, and the so-called residence and body transfer unconsciously reveal majesty, so that he does not dare to laugh at will.

Zhao Lin didn't pay attention to his gaze, sat down and poured the marinade on the noodles, and ate it in a big gulp.

Just after two bites, there was a commotion outside the dining hall.

Then, talking and laughing, twenty or thirty young men and girls walked in.

The two teenagers looked at each other and were stunned for a moment, but they immediately understood who the other party was.

Uncle Wu mentioned before that among the new disciples this time, there were twenty people from the small world, and there were twenty-five people from Nanhe Prefecture.

Needless to say, these teenagers who just came in were "locals".

The two sides quickly returned to normal, sitting together to eat and chat, with a few feet in between, which can be described as distinct.

Zhao Lin sat alone at a table, eating noodles while secretly observing.

He found that in contrast, local teenagers were more calm and confident, and their speech and behavior were casual and natural, while teenagers from the small world were a little reserved and mostly ate silently.

The reason is not difficult to guess, the local teenager was born in the Xuanyuan Continent, and he has been familiar with the matter of cultivation since he was a child, and some of them were born in the family of cultivating immortals, so he knows this even better.

And the boy who came from the small world, he didn't know that there was a place in the Xuanyuan Continent a year ago, and when he first arrived, he was ignorant, so he naturally couldn't let go.

Zhao Lin also found a difference: the local teenagers are younger, nearly two years younger than the ones from the small world.

This does not include Zhao Lin himself, if you count him, one person can raise the average age by almost a year.

Zhao Lin thought about it for a while, and then he figured it out.

As long as the local teenager cultivates the spiritual root, he will be discovered immediately.

But in the small world, only a limited number of stationed monks can be used to discover "immortal talents", and they often miss a year or two before being sent here.

Looking at the young and immature faces, Zhao Lin couldn't help but feel a little envious.

These young people who are gifted with spiritual roots are really lucky, they can cultivate the Tao at a young age.

Suddenly, a voice came into my ears: "Do you see that big man?" ”

With just this sentence, Zhao Lin knew that someone was talking about him, and secretly frowned.

He didn't want to listen to the conversations of these teenagers, but he had this specialty, and his cultivation had reached the innate realm, and his hearing was far beyond that of ordinary people, even if he didn't deliberately listen, these words would drift into his ears.

It was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old handsome young man who spoke, and he teased slightly: "I estimate that even if this person is not thirty years old, he is still in his twenties." ”

The young man who was sitting beside him, with a little dark skin, secretly glanced at Zhao Lin and said, "How can there be such an old disciple?" ”

Hearing the word "old", Zhao Lin felt slightly uncomfortable in his heart, but he immediately figured it out.

When I was in junior high school in the previous world, I thought that a 30-year-old teacher was already middle-aged, and now it is normal to be treated like this by several teenagers.

Secretly laughed at himself, since he started practicing martial arts, he has almost always been the youngest one in the same realm, but he didn't expect to start cultivating, but he became an old guy......

I only heard the Qingxiu young man continue: "Who knows, it is estimated that it is at least a high-grade spiritual root, otherwise why would you be recruited at such an old age?" ”

The swarthy young man said, "I guess it's a descendant of a certain foundation building monk in the small world, although the spiritual root came out late, but the foundation building monk is willing to focus on cultivating. ”

Opposite the two teenagers sat a richly dressed and beautiful girl, who smiled slightly and said coquettishly, "You two guessed wrong. ”

The two teenagers seemed to be particularly convinced by the girl in Chinese costumes, and they didn't doubt it, and asked in unison, "What?" ”

The girl in Chinese clothes said: "I heard my uncle say that there is a martial artist in the small world this year, thirty-one years old, and it should be him." ”

The two teenagers were surprised one after another: "Martial Cultivation! ”

"The county hasn't had a martial arts cultivation for many years, right?"

"Exactly."

The girl in Chinese costume nodded, "The last martial arts cultivator was more than a hundred years ago. ”

Zhao Lin didn't think so, but the information revealed from the words of the girl in Chinese clothes was that she should be from the Xiuxian family, and her vision and knowledge were extraordinary, so she listened carefully.

The handsome young man bit his chopsticks and said in a casual tone: "No wonder he looks so burly, it turns out to be a martial artist." ”

The girl in Chinese clothes glanced at him and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate martial arts cultivation, my uncle told me that it is more difficult for ordinary people to practice martial arts to the innate realm than for us monks to cultivate to the Jindan realm!" ”

The handsome young man pursed his lips, "So what?" Martial arts practice is martial arts, and cultivation is cultivation. He only started cultivating at such an old age, and unless he was the spiritual root of heaven and earth, he had no hope of building a foundation. ”

This time, the girl in the costume did not refute, but sighed lightly: "Yes, it's a pity." Those who enter the Tao with martial arts are all wise and brave people, but unfortunately they can't beat time after all. ”

The swarthy young man suddenly interjected: "I remember that there is a martial cultivator in the sect, and he has also cultivated to the Purple Mansion Realm. ”

"You're talking about Senior Lu, right?"

The girl in the Chinese costume shook her head lightly, "Senior Lu has great luck, and he has made a great contribution to the sect in his life, and he can break through to the Purple Mansion realm by chance and rewards." ”

"But decades have passed, and it is still motionless in the early stage of the Purple Mansion, isn't it proof?"

Zhao Lin's heart sank, and he instinctively had the idea of questioning, but after thinking about it carefully, these people had nothing to do with him, and they didn't say it to themselves, so it might really make some sense.

The stationed monks Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing did not deliberately mention this matter, most likely in order to let themselves put aside the wealth of the mortal world and agree to enter the sect.

After all, some of the monks stationed in the garrison can't find a person with spiritual roots in a year, and when they catch themselves as a "strong man", they naturally want to earn a merit.

But so what?

He worked hard and spent more than ten years to create four spiritual root joints, and it was difficult to enter the ranks of immortal cultivators.

How can you be shaken by a few words from others?

"My Dao heart is like iron, even if the spiritual root is a lower grade or even a mortal grade, I still want to ask for immortality."

(End of chapter)