After Wang Xi compiled a roster of all the selected disciples, he arranged their residences according to the outer disciples and the inner disciples, and then told them to leave tomorrow morning, hoping that everyone would be ready, and the local disciples could choose to go home and stay, and the disciples from other places could inform their relatives and friends to arrange relevant matters.

After Yang Xuan confirmed his residence, he went to the market where Mo Dabiao unloaded his goods, informed Mo Dabiao about his selection as a disciple of the White Mist Sect, and asked Mo Dabiao to help inform his father Yang Xiong after returning to Taoyuan Town.

Mo Dabiao was naturally overjoyed, and when he learned that Yang Xuan was going to set off tomorrow, he stuffed fifty taels of silver to Yang Xuan, and asked him to collect it, and the cost of cultivation in the future would definitely not be small. Yang Xuan excused himself a few times and saw that he couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it.

Fifty taels of silver is equivalent to a hunter's income for a year, which is also a lot of money for Mo Dabiao, and a merchant who has worked hard for a month can only earn this amount, but Mo Dabiao knows that this time is different from the past, since Yang Xuan has become a disciple of the White Mist Sect, no matter how he is with him, he is no longer a person of the same world. With such a cultivator, Yang Xuan's father will be amazing in the future, including Ginkgo Village, now take advantage of Yang Xuan's poverty and whiteness to help him, let him remember his benefits, in the future, he will have some difficulties that he can't get over, Yang Xuan will definitely not die without help, and even under Yang Xuan's little care, it is not impossible for his life to make major changes. For a person with potential, the current charcoal in the snow is far greater than the icing on the cake in the future, Mo Dabiao has been running a business all his life, and he still understands these. Therefore, although he took out fifty taels of silver, his heart really hurt, and he must also accept it to Yang Xuan.

Besides, Shen Guangshu, after the assessment was over, he naturally rode back to his house amid the boastful patting of several followers around him, and couldn't wait to go with his father to report the good news.

Shen Guangshu returned to the door of the mansion, turned over and dismounted and threw the reins to the family at the door, and trotted all the way to the main hall, shouting as he ran: "Father, the child is back!" As soon as he stepped into the main entrance, he found that Song Qingcheng, the Taoist of the White Mist Gate, was sitting in the hall drinking tea.

"Shu'er, why are you so happy?" Because there were guests, Shen Jun looked at Shen Guangshu who was rushing over, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart when he looked so impetuous and impetus.

Shen Guangshu looked at Song Qingcheng, then at his father, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't Daoist Song tell you?"

"I haven't heard of it!" Shen Jun was puzzled by Shen Guangshu's unprovoked question.

"Hehe, let's talk about it from Poor Dao, Shen Gongzi, Poor Dao has just arrived, drink some tea with the prefect, and have not yet had time to explain this great joy to the prefect. Song Qingcheng stroked his beard, looked at Shen Guangshu, and then turned to Shen Jun with a smile on his face and said, "Lord Prefect, I am very happy, Ling Gongzi's spiritual root test today is a five-color orange spiritual root!"

"Oh?" Shen Jun's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "I don't know anything about cultivation, and I still look forward to the famous words of the Taoist leader!"

"Cultivation must have a spiritual root, and the spiritual root is divided into seven colors, white, green, yellow, blue, orange, red, and purple. White is the second, purple is the best, Ling Lang is one of the five-colored orange spirit roots, and he belongs to the leader in the spirit roots! The future is limitless!" Song Qingcheng slowly explained with his beard twisted.

"I see, that's really a great joy! Only then did Shen Jun understand why he had befriended Song Qingcheng repeatedly and was politely rejected before, but today Song Qingcheng took the initiative to come over to show goodwill for the first time, and his feelings were the reason for his son's spiritual root.

Although Shen Jun is not a cultivator, he has been in the officialdom for so many years, and he has a transparent view of human nature, and a cultivator is also a human being, nothing more than superior. Now a master in Zhongzhou City, the deacon of Baiwumen, who is afraid of three points, took the initiative to bow his head and come to the door today, what does this change of attitude mean, Shen Jun knows too well. That is, if you grasp it well, the Shen family will soar into the sky.

Although he secretly scolded in his heart: "This old fox!" On the surface, he was still polite: "Shu'er, why don't you hurry up and thank Daoist Song?"

"Xiaosheng thank Daoist Song!" Shen Guangshu shook his hands and was about to bend down at Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng hurriedly left his seat and stepped forward to hold on with both hands: "Don't dare, don't dare, Gongzi's innate talent is poor and don't dare to take credit at all, now Shen Gongzi is already a disciple of the inner gate of the White Mist Sect, you can call me a senior uncle, I will repair a book, and tomorrow I will call my apprentice Wang Xi to bring it back to the sect, so that the sect can focus on cultivating you!"

"Thank you Uncle Shi for cultivating!" Shen Guangshu couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Shen Jun stood up and laughed heartily: "Today is really a happy day for my Shen family, I asked someone to prepare a banquet, and Daoist Song stayed and drank a few cups together!"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate!" Song Qingcheng also smiled all over his face.

"Senior Uncle Song, the disciples who were selected together this time have a two-color green spirit root named Yang Xuan, do you know?" Shen Guangshu suddenly remembered this stubble.

"Poor Dao has never had an impression, why did the nephew mention this person?"

"It's nothing, this guy is very interesting, I just had a little holiday with him. Shen Guangshu said lightly.

"This person is just a two-color green spirit root that can't enter the inner door, this kind of qualification will be difficult to make great achievements in the future, and it is a world of difference from the nephew, if the nephew wants to hone him, there are many opportunities. Song Qingcheng stuck to his beard and thought thoughtfully.

"It's not a big deal, Uncle Shi has nothing else to do, then I'll retire first, there are still some things that need to be settled. Shen Guangshu finished speaking and left.

He is a person who will be retribution, Yang Xuan made him uncomfortable today, he must find a way to give him small shoes to wear, and what he needs to do is just mention it in front of Song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng arrived home first, but he didn't tell his father about it, but waited for him to come back, and it was clear that he was pleasing himself, recalling that his father had repeatedly befriended him, but he always refused to be thousands of miles away. Although Shen Guangshu is young, he has followed his father through officialdom and taught by word and deed, how can he not see that this Song Qingcheng is a hypocritical and ruthless person? Now that he has brought up this matter, Song Qingcheng naturally knows what to do in order to please himself, but I am afraid that Yang Xuan will have a hard time. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth smiled, he liked this feeling, the feeling that everything was under his control.

Yang Xuan is not his mortal enemy, or opponent, in his eyes, Yang Xuan is not worthy. But he doesn't tolerate an ant in his own eyes challenging him, this kind of behavior is absolutely not allowed, he doesn't want to kill him, killing an ant is far less fun than playing with it.

And Yang Xuan was rushing to the residence of the outer disciple at this time, he was the son of a rural blacksmith, kind and simple, full of beautiful visions of the monastic life, how did he know that when he had forgotten to be humiliated and whipped, Shen Guangshu, as a perpetrator, was still holding on to himself, and in a few words, he had already arranged his fate for the next period of time. The world is so unfair, some people are born rich and noble, but they have a vicious heart, and they will decide the fate of others or even life and death casually, and they can do it easily.