After settling down, Mo Dabiao took Yang Xuan to inquire all the way and found a vacant lot opposite the yamen of the state capital. In the open space within a radius of two or three miles, hundreds of people were densely crowded, all of whom were thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys and girls. Everyone lined up and walked forward in turn, and a table was set up at the end of the line, and in front of the table was a Taoist, who bowed his head from time to time to write something. Next to the table is placed a high shelf like a door frame, at the top of the shelf hangs a white bead of the mouth of the bowl, constantly diffusing a soft white light, the light is like a flowing mist, slowly flowing down, people stand below, the white light is like water to wrap the whole body of the person, some of the beads have colorful light after contact, most of the beads do not react. Judging by the situation, there should be colored light circulating, and it belongs to the spiritual root.

Yang Xuanzheng was fascinated, and Mo Dabiao explained: "Xuan'er, the place is found, you can rest assured that you will be assessed here, I will go back to take care of the goods first, and after the end, you will go to the place where we unloaded the goods today to find me." ”

Yang Xuan responded: "Uncle Mo, don't worry, I can do it myself." Then he slowly moved forward with the team. An hour later, it was finally Yang Xuan's turn, Yang Xuan stepped forward, and the Taoist asked, "Name, age, where!"

"Yang Xuan, 15 years old, Ginkgo Village, Taoyuan Town. ”

"Stand under the Spirit Bead!"

Yang Xuan couldn't wait to stand over, quietly feeling the white light surrounding him, close to his skin, and soon, the beads flashed with different colors. The Taoist looked at it, lowered his head and wrote Yang Xuan's name on a bamboo plaque, and handed it to him, "Take the plaque and walk to the door of the state capital's yamen, naturally someone will pick it up." ”

Yang Xuan was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Senior brother, I have a spiritual root, right? I can cultivate!"

The Taoist raised his head and glanced at Yang Xuan and said lightly: "This is only the first round of tests, and there are two rounds of tests in the future, and all of them must be passed." After saying that, he shouted to the crowd, "Next!"

When Yang Xuan heard this, he felt a little lost in his heart, and thought to himself: "Also, where is it so easy to cultivate, but thinking that I have at least passed the first round of spiritual root tests, it means that I have the opportunity to cultivate again, as long as there is the slightest chance, I will not give up!"

Yang Xuan took the bamboo card, walked to the gate of the yamen of the state capital, handed it to the soldier at the door, and was led by a soldier to the courtyard behind the yamen, and ordered Yang Xuan to go all the way inside. Yang Xuan walked across a stone bridge, and at a glance, there was another cave here, with rockeries, gurgling streams, and clusters of thin beads densely packed together.

Passing through the courtyard, a little Taoist boy came up and led him, and walked to a hall, which was wide and could accommodate hundreds of people, but at this time there were only twenty or thirty teenagers in it, either standing, sitting, or gathering in groups of three or five to bow their heads and whisper. Yang Xuan looked at it, wasn't this young man riding a horse on the street and whipping himself? The young man was wearing a cyan silk robe, with his two legs on the table of the Eight Immortals, leaning back, opening his hands, and placing them on both sides of the chair, surrounded by several teenagers, talking about something, and looking like he was patting the young man in Tsing Yi's ass. The young man in Tsing Yi, with a thin and tall figure, delicate cheeks, high nose and sword eyebrows, looks very handsome, but the thin lips and the triangular eyes that reveal the indescribable gloom give people an indescribable gloomy feeling.

Yang Xuan took three steps and made two steps, went up and climbed the shoulder of the young man in Tsing Yi with his hand: "This brother." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi turned around and glanced at Yang Xuan, who was wearing linen clothes, as if he had seen a ghost, he shook Yang Xuan's hand away, and his eyes showed an extremely disgusted and disgusted expression, which was like he had just stepped on a pile of shit.

"Who are you? dare to call Shen Gongzi a brother, look at your poor and sour face!" A young man with a short stature and thief eyebrows and rat eyes next to him had a vicious expression on his face and pushed Yang Xuan.

Several other people also began to help: "It's just that I'm impatient to live!"

"How did you get in? This is the place where the White Mist Sect selects disciples!"

Yang Xuan turned a blind eye to their ridicule, just stared at the young man in Tsing Yi and said slowly, "Shen Gongzi, do you remember me?"

The young man in Tsing Yi burst out laughing when he heard this, and said disdainfully, "Should I remember you?"

"My name is Yang Xuan, you rode through the crowd in the market today, and your whip hit me!" Yang Xuan said word by word: "Shouldn't you apologize?"

"Young Master Ben's whip has beaten too many untouchables, if I have to apologize to everyone, then I can't be busy every day, besides, aren't untouchables like you used to whip?" said the young man in Tsing Yi understated, no longer looking at Yang Xuan.

The people around laughed, they were all children of rich families, and they all looked at the young man in Tsing Yi with the head of the horse, and did all kinds of evil. The young man in Tsing Yi is named Shen Guangshu, the son of Shen Jun, the prefect of Liangshan Prefecture, and he is an indispensable soil emperor in the entire Zhongzhou City. So today he was questioned by a poor and sour boy in person, he felt that it was really a big joke, he lived so big, he never distinguished what was right and wrong, except for his father, no one in Zhongzhou dared to tell him to bow his head and admit his mistakes, especially a pariah, in his eyes like an ant. He wasn't angry at all, who would have trouble with an ant? He just thought the young man was ridiculous.

Yang Xuan was so scorned and ridiculed, looking at these staggering people who were laughing, he was furious, and rushed forward to make a move.

Shen Guangshu didn't expect this Yang Xuan to dare to make a move, he originally just wanted to see the joke, he suddenly became angry, and as soon as he beckoned, the teenagers around him were about to surround him.

"What's the noise!" With a majestic shout, a Taoist priest in his forties walked in from the door, followed by a young Taoist. It was Song Qingcheng, the deacon of Liangshan Prefecture in Baiwumen, and his apprentice Wang Xi.

When everyone saw that it was the Taoist leader of the White Mist Gate, they stopped talking. Shen Guangshu returned to the table and gave Yang Xuan a vicious look.

Song Qingcheng walked to the main seat and sat down, brushing his chin with his hand, while Wang Xi stood beside Song Qingcheng upright.

"Song Qingcheng of this Dao is the deacon of Baiwumen who is currently stationed in Zhongzhou City, and I will preside over the recruitment and assessment of the disciples of this sect in Liangshan Prefecture this year. Song Qingcheng paused, took a booklet in his hand and looked at it, then looked around, and said slowly: "The thirty-two people here are all people who have passed the first round of spiritual root tests, and having a spiritual root means that you can step into the path of cultivation, but there are also grades of spiritual roots, the higher the grade, the higher the talent, and the cultivation will get twice the result with half the effort." Next, we will conduct the level test of the spirit root, and I will explain the relevant knowledge before the test. ”

"In order, there are seven colors of white, green, yellow, blue, orange, red, and purple, and seven spiritual roots. The white spiritual root is also called the monochrome spiritual root, the worst qualification, if there is no great opportunity, the first realm of the Taoist will stop for life, the realm of the Taoist; the green spiritual root is also called the two-color spiritual root, which is better than the white spiritual root, but it also belongs to the most common qualification among the cultivators, these two spiritual roots are the outer disciples of the White Mist Gate first, if there is a great merit or the realm breaks through to the realm of the Taoist, then it is promoted to the inner disciple. ”

"Yellow Linggen is also known as the three-color spiritual root, which belongs to the medium spiritual root, and the spiritual root above the three-color can worship the inner door of the White Fog Gate to become a disciple of the inner door; the blue spiritual root is a four-color spiritual root, which belongs to the upper grade in the spiritual root, and the orange spiritual root is a five-color spiritual root, which can be called a genius spiritual root, as for the red, purple, six-colored, and seven-colored spiritual roots, they are only legendary existences, and they have not appeared for many years!"

"Cultivators, is by the power of the five elements of heaven and earth, seize the yin and yang of the qi of creation, the hardships and pain of the path of cultivation are unimaginable to ordinary people, therefore, the talent of cultivation is important, but the heart is the determination of the realm, I hope you remember!"

"A cultivator cultivates himself, melts heaven and earth, and uses his own seven orifices to melt the aura of heaven and earth, and lights up the greedy wolf, the giant gate, Lucun, Wenqu, Lianzhen, Wuqu, and the seven star lanterns of the broken army in turn. According to the number of star lanterns lit, it is divided into: one-star Daoist, two-star Daoist, three-star Dao Venerable, four-star Dao King, five-star Dao Emperor, six-star Dao Saint, seven-star Dao God, and seven great realms. Each major realm is divided into four small realms: primary, intermediate, advanced, and consummation, according to the level of spiritual power. ”

"These are the most basic theories of the Tao, and the specific Taoist theories will have detailed content to learn after each introductory apprenticeship. Now let's start the testing of the spirit root grade. ”

Wang Xi next to him took out a white jade plate in the shape of a compass from his arms and placed it on the table. There is a reddish cylinder in the center of the jade plate, and there is a hole in the middle of the cylinder. Each person takes a drop of blood from their fingertips, drops it on a piece of bamboo with their name written on it, and inserts the beads into the hole in the cylinder in order, and the result appears naturally. ”

A little fat man with a pimple on his face shook his head and walked up first, inserted the bamboo piece into it, and a white light did not enter the bamboo piece, and the bamboo piece turned into a pure white color.

"Sun Xinlei, Bai Linggen. Wang Xi announced.

Bai Linggen is the worst Linggen, he can only become an outer disciple, took the identity card, and the little fat dun named Sun Xinlei walked away dejectedly.

The second one went up was a girl in a pink skirt, and after a while, a green light flashed, and the whole piece of bamboo turned green.

"Yue Lingshan, Green Spirit Root. ”

"Gou Abe, Bai Linggen. ”

"Diao Trump, Bai Linggen. ”

At this time, it was Shen Guangshu's turn, and the white, green, yellow, blue, and orange colors flashed, turning into an orange color and submerging into his name tag, and the name tag turned orange.

"Shen Guangshu, Orange Spirit Root. Wang Xi's eyes glared as soon as he finished announcing, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "It turned out to be a five-colored spirit root!"

Song Qingcheng, who was close his eyes and recuperate next to him, immediately stood up when he heard this, with a kind of ecstasy in his eyes, he finally suppressed that expression, walked up to look at Shen Guangshu and asked, "Your name is Shen Guangshu?"

"Back to Song Daochang, it is Shen Guangshu below. My father is Shen Jun, the prefect of this state!" replied Shen Guangshu.

"It turned out to be the son of the Shen family! In my heart, I secretly regretted it. After he came to Zhongzhou City, Shen Jun had expressed his intention to make friends several times, but the cultivator was already arrogant, not to mention that he had also heard about all kinds of scandals of this Shen Jun, and he had always been reluctant to deal with it, and he just wanted to return to the sect as soon as possible after serving as a deacon for a year. I didn't think about it, this Shen Jun didn't know the blessings he had cultivated for several lifetimes, this son actually had such a good spiritual root, this is an orange spiritual root, what does the orange spiritual root represent, the successive generations of the Baiwu Gate are only blue spiritual roots, this son's future is limitless, even if he can't become a master in the future, it is also a deputy head teacher. Thinking of his green spirit root, he started from an outer disciple more than 20 years ago, and went through eight years of bitterness and tribulation before becoming a Taoist and promoted to an inner disciple, and it took another fifteen years to become a Taoist master. And this Shen Guangshu has this kind of talent, as soon as he enters, he will enter the inner gate, and the various elders rush to ask him to be a disciple, and it is very likely that he will become a personal disciple of the head of the sect! Become a character that he looks up to from now on! Song Qingcheng shook his head and sighed in his heart.

Shen Guangshu saw that Song Daochang kept holding his beard and didn't speak, and he didn't know what the situation was for a while, but he didn't expect Song Qingcheng to have so many thoughts in his heart at this moment.

Finding that Shen Guangshu had been looking at him, Song Qingcheng also noticed his gaffe, and hurriedly said: "Shen Guangshu, five-color spirit root, after passing the third level assessment, he will directly become the inner disciple of the White Mist Gate!" In fact, he also knows that the third level assessment is actually a test of endurance and heart, and all the disciples walked more than 400 miles from Zhongzhou to the White Mist Gate, as long as it was not too bad, they basically passed the test.

"Xi'er, go on. After Song Qingcheng signaled, he hurried out and went to Shen Jun's mansion.

Finally it was Yang Xuan's turn, Yang Xuan stepped forward, Wang Xi recognized him and nodded at him. Yang Xuan's spiritual root is a green spiritual root. After the sensation of Shen Guangshu's spiritual root, no one paid attention to Yang Xuan at all, Yang Xuan took his identity card with a feeling of loss, and felt in his heart that God was so unfair, Shen Guangshu's kind of person turned out to be a five-color spiritual root, and he was a two-color spiritual root, so he could only become an outer disciple.

Yang Xuan turned around, Shen Guangshu was standing in front of him, and said with his hand holding his orange identity card: "Even a garbage spiritual root like you also want to cultivate, it seems that if you don't cultivate the Tao, you are just an ant in front of my eyes!

"Even if your spirit root is better than mine, what? even if I'm just a green spirit root, I must surpass you!" Yang Xuan didn't have the slightest intention of flinching, and glared at Shen Guangshu angrily.

"Haha, I don't want to kill you so soon now, I want to take my time to see how you can turn over my day!" Shen Guangshu watched his father mix in officialdom since he was a child, and after watching Song Qingcheng's reaction, he didn't know what his orange spirit root meant!"Master, I'll slowly play you to death!" Shen Guangshu dropped this sentence and walked away, enjoying the whiskers of the group of people around him.

The final result came out, thirty-two people, thirteen white spirit roots, ten green spirit roots, eight yellow spirit roots, and one orange spirit root.

Even the disgusting guy beside Shen Guangshu who was short in stature and had rat eyes was Huang Linggen, and Yang Xuan suddenly felt that there was no reason in this world.

But Yang Xuan is not the kind of person who easily admits defeat, because he knows that he is already very lucky to be able to have a spiritual root and become an outer disciple, and from now on he has the opportunity to change his fate and become a strong man, he must become a strong man!