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Chuangongtang.

A quiet house, the window is bright, a few peach branches are swaying outside the window, and the wind blows the fragrance of flowers, and the house is fragrant.

Su Ningan and a few Taoist children sat in the quiet house.

These few people are the members of the genius group of Changningguan this year, among them, Suningan dominates with fourteen punches, Xu Xin of thirteen punches follows, and the others are between ten punches and twelve punches, barely called geniuses.

Actually, fourteen punches are a hurdle.

Fourteen punches and less are mostly qi and blood six, and qi and blood seven and above can play fourteen punches, that is to say, everyone present, the most potential is actually only Suningan, in the past, it was definitely the focus of training.

Those Gong Transmission Masters will definitely fight endlessly in order to compete for martial arts seeds like him.

Each genius group will adopt one-on-one teaching, and there will be a special master for passing on the martial arts, and the martial arts realm must be the realm of refining dirt.

The ordinary group adopts a large class teaching, which is no different from the Taoist childhood, except that there are fewer students and more masters who are responsible for teaching art and passing on skills.

These two are like the difference between Suningan's previous life, graduate students and ordinary college students.

There are a total of nine people in the house, and the remaining eight people are together, singing and laughing, talking and laughing, pointing out the country, which is a bit of a storm for decades, and now it is the only feeling of being the only one...... Suningan sat in the corner, alone and silent.

This is no different from the Dao Tong period, where he is still ostracized and ignored.

Other people were elites when they were Daotongs, they communicated with each other and had the same circle, but Suningan was an outlier.

An alien who suddenly came in.

What's more, the original body has such a life experience, so naturally it will not be recognized by those guys.

In this regard, Suningan's heart has no waves, in this world of great power to control itself, as long as you go all the way, all you meet along the way are passers-by.

After a while, someone walked in through the door.

The man was in his forties, dressed in a cyan Taoist robe, with a black belt around his waist, and a pair of cyan cloth shoes under his feet, which was the standard attire of Daomen martial cultivators.

In the Dao Gate lineage, Dao Tong and miscellaneous servants are all gray Dao robes, martial cultivators are cyan, spiritual mages who are not often met are black robes, and the real people who are enshrined wear apricot yellow Taoist robes...... The colors of the costumes are distinct, and no transgression is allowed.

When the left and the left meet, the lower one should salute the upper one first.

"I'm Xu Zhengxiong, Xu Xin, you come with me, in the future, I will be your master ......"

Xu Xin is a genius second only to Su Ning'an, he has punched thirteen punches, if he is lucky, it is not impossible to be promoted to an innate martial artist, so several masters want to be his mentor, and when there are many people who choose him, Xu Xin's will becomes important.

Xu Zhengxiong was born in the Xu family in the south of the city and is Xu Xin's elder, unless Xu Xin wants to betray the family, it is impossible not to choose Xu Zhengxiong.

Therefore, no one competed with Xu Zhengxiong.

After Xu Xin left with Xu Zhengxiong, another Dirty Realm martial artist came in.

After the man entered the house, he didn't choose for the first time, he lowered his head as if he was thinking about something, and then looked up at Su Ningan in the corner.

Suningan's talent is amazing, as long as he passes on the Fa and the resources can keep up, he has more than sixty percent chance of being promoted to congenital.

Being able to teach a student who is an innate martial artist has many benefits.

However, if you do this, it is equivalent to personally provoking the neighboring Su family, in Changning Temple, the power of the Su family is not small, there are innate martial artists, there are also spiritual mages, even if there is no real person wearing an apricot yellow robe, it is not an existence that can be easily offended.

A genius who can't grow smoothly is not a real genius.

It's a pity!

The man shook his head.

"Liu Yanbing, follow me!"

He called out the name of a man and left with the man.

From time to time, people came in, and all the martial cultivators who came in glanced at Su Ning'an, however, without exception, they also looked for others.

In the end, only Suningan was left in the house.

He pursed his lips, his expression still calm, and waited quietly.

After a while, a person walked in, although he was wearing a cyan robe, the belt around his waist was a white belt, that is to say, this was a Skin Grinding Realm martial artist.

White, yellow, and black, the three colors of the belt represent the three realms.

Since it is a dermabrasion realm, it is impossible to be a master of transmission.

"Senior Brother Su, I'm Huang Hua ...... of Chuangong Hall"

The man introduced himself and paused for a moment.

Su Ningan didn't speak, looking at the man quietly.

Huang Hua coughed dryly twice, and continued with a sad face.

"Senior brother, there is bad news for you, because there is no master who is willing to guide you, so ...... You can only ......"

After stumbling over these words, Huang Hua looked regretful.

At the same time, he was ready, and next, Suningan was about to burst into a rage, after all, his words were equivalent to cutting off the other party's path.

If there is no one to guide you, it is like a blind man touching an elephant.

No matter how talented you are, it is useless, and if you forcibly cultivate, you will inevitably go to a fork in the road, and there are some forks in the road, once you step on it, you can't turn back.

"I see."

Su Ningan said lightly and stood up.

"Huh?"

Huang Hua was stunned.

"This senior brother, do you still have any orders?"

"Oh, no!"

"Well, goodbye!"

Su Ningan put his palms on his chest, made a salute, and without waiting for Huang Hua to return the salute, he strode out of the fine house and quickly left the Chuan Gong Hall.

After he left, Huang Hua trotted all the way along the eaves corridor and came to another house, where a Taoist in a blue robe and a black belt sat majestically.

This person is Su Ziquan, the deacon of the Chuan Gong Hall.

Huang Hua came to the man and saluted.

"Su Shi ......"

Su Ziquan said coldly.

"What did he say? Is there any noise? ”

"No, he accepted it calmly!"

Huang Hua lowered his head and looked submissive.

"Oh!"

Su Ziquan nodded and glanced at Huang Hua.

"Let's go down."

Huang Hua bowed his head and bowed, and withdrew.

After Huang Hua left, Su Ziquan sighed.

It's a pity!

In his original intention, he wanted to re-integrate Suningan into the Su family and record the family tree, after all, the more geniuses the children of the family, the better.

It's a pity that the eldest brother's main name is Xiao.

Although the Xiao family is silent in Cixi, the Su family can't compete, not to mention, Su Can is a nineteen-year-old congenital, compared to him, Su Ningan is nothing.

There is no difficulty in choosing between them.

After a while, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Su Haiyuan walked in.

"Bozu!"

Su Haiyuan bowed his head to Su Ziquan, and then said.

"Bozu, that kid went to the Scripture Pavilion."

"The Scripture Pavilion?"

Su Ziquan was stunned.

Could it be that this kid wants to borrow the cheats of the exercises to study by himself?

"Hahaha......"

Su Ziquan laughed out loud.

A true sentence is transmitted, and a false transmission is passed on to ten thousand books.

Kung Fu is often outside the book.

Falling off a cliff to obtain the cheats of the exercises, practicing penance for several years, once out of the mountain, the invincible hand in the world and the like are just the dialect of novelists.

"I'm going to open my eyes and take a closer look, to see what kind of fame that kid can cultivate? In the future, Haiyuan, you don't need to pay attention to this guy, cultivating well is the right way, in private, if there is anything you don't understand, just come and ask me, who said that ordinary groups can't produce talents? ”

With that, he laughed again.