Gray, or gray?

Mu Yu seemed to have been poured from head to foot by a bucket of water, and his whole body was cold and cold, gray?

He couldn't believe his eyes, he had always thought that his talent must be more than gray, at least red, after all, there was something in his body that was constantly pouring towards the stone, that feeling was so obvious, how could it be just gray?

But the stone didn't change for a long time, even if Mu Yu wanted to stare through it, it would be useless, the stone was still gray, it looked very ordinary, and it flashed a halo in the moonlight, as if he was laughing at Mu Yu's ignorance, and he had to be hit again before he was willing.

Sure enough, your talent is still not good?

Mu Yu put down his hand, walked up to the steps with some frustration, and sat down with his back to the stone. He buried his head in the crook of his arm, and he didn't cry, he just felt bad. The honest voice of the village chief and the earnest gaze echoed in his mind, thinking of the aggressive appearance of Xiaohu, a genius who was held by the stars and the moon during the day, in front of everyone, thinking about the importance of the talent in the cultivation realm, and thinking of the deacon Xun who was called as a servant for a lifetime, he was very unwilling in his heart.

Why is it gray? Is it really not suitable for cultivating immortals?

Mu Yu sighed, he didn't like cultivating immortals at first, if it weren't for the village chief's too earnest desire to make him an immortal admired by all people, he wouldn't have come to the academy. It's just that after coming, the village chief was ridiculed by people from other villages, and he was made difficult by Xiaohu, and he was suddenly unconvinced, why can others, but not himself?

If he returns to the village now, I'm afraid everyone will point fingers at him, right? When the villagers learned that he was going to become an immortal, they came to bid farewell so enthusiastically, and they just went back like this, wouldn't they become a laughing stock?

He finally understood why the gray disciples of the academy chose to stay, they had come to the academy happily, and they were about to become an immortal in the expectations of their families, but they were told that they could only be a gray disciple or go home directly, what would they choose? Will they be ridiculed by the villagers when they go home? They chose to stay, and at this moment, Mu Yu's mood was the same as those who were not chosen, and he was very depressed.

"Why should a stone decide your fate?"

The kind voice suddenly sounded in Mu Yu's ears, startling Mu Yu. He reflexively jumped to his feet and looked in surprise at the man who suddenly appeared next to him.

It was an old man with white hair and white beard, dressed very plainly, with patches on his clothes. This person turned out to be the head of the Falling Dust Sect who spoke for Mu Yu during the day! At this moment, he was sitting on the steps where Mu Yu was sitting just now, and his wise eyes blinked kindly to Mu Yu, and he looked at Mu Yu with a smile.

"Y-Why are you here?"

Mu Yu was a little scared in his heart, he didn't notice how the other party came from just now, this old man seemed to appear out of thin air, without making any sound, he appeared next to Mu Yu so quietly, which caught people off guard.

Master Feng sat on the steps, stared at Mu Yu with interest, and said with a smile: "Come over!"

Coming over, Mu Yu didn't hear any footsteps!

"I—I'll go first, so I won't bother you. ”

Mu Yu didn't know what to say for a while, it stands to reason that he should obediently sleep in bed now, instead of traveling here at night. The other party is an immortal master, and he is a gray disciple, if he angers the other party, maybe he will be the same as the injured senior brother, and no one will be pitiful if he is abolished.

"When you pass through the cultivator's courtyard at night, you must know that for the cultivator, even if you don't have to go out of the door, you can know that someone is tiptoeing by. It's not a good thing to wander around at night, aren't you going to explain why?"

The head of the wind does not have a shelf of the head of the house at all, but he is like an easy-going old man, who is specifically looking for Mu Yu to talk to relieve his boredom.

Mu Yu didn't expect that he was so careful and still known by others, which made him a little afraid, this old man shouldn't have seen the thing about his integration into the trees, right? If he saw it, the consequences would be unimaginable. Mu Yu hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know I disturbed you......"

"I'm not the only one who is disturbed! But I've helped you cover it up, and the other fellow Daoists are afraid that they will think you are me, so they haven't found you. ”

Master Feng's words made Mu Yu stunned, it turned out that he had already been discovered by others when he sneaked out at night? He still thought that he was doing something very hidden! The Immortal Family's extraordinary means were what he could imagine, he was still too young.

"I see, it's the juniors who are reckless, thank you seniors. ”

Mu Yu didn't know why the other party wanted to help him, he was just a gray disciple, no one would care about the life and death of a gray disciple, but this old man seemed to be different. He helped himself once during the day and again at night, was he too lucky?

"The moon is nice tonight. ”

The head of the wind didn't care, just looked at the night sky, as if admiring the bright moon. Mu Yu didn't speak, just stood like this, and enjoyed the night with a high immortal master by the stone in the dead of night, which made Mu Yu feel a little uncomfortable.

"Do you think a stone can determine your future?" said Master Feng for a long time.

Mu Yu shook his head: "I don't think so, it's just that the identification of the stone makes me a little unwilling." ”

"Oh, what makes you willing?" asked Master Feng curiously.

Mu Yu was silent, he was still young, and he didn't know where to go in the future, he only knew that the purpose of his coming here was to cultivate immortals and live up to the hopes of the village chief, that's all. But now his last bit of hope has been shattered, which makes him very frustrated, he is not a piece of immortal cultivation material, he will never be able to catch up with Xiaohu.

"I don't know. ”

After a long time, Mu Yu spoke. He really didn't know what to do to be willing. Mu Yu remembered Xiaohu's domineering appearance during the day, and remembered that everyone's eyes were full of anticipation when they looked at Xiaohu, what could he do to surpass the guy who insulted him? Xiaohu had been accepted as an apprentice by the Qingsong faction, his future was bright, and his talent was just an ugly gray, and his future was bleak, how to surpass?

"Mortals call us immortal masters, in fact, only we know ourselves, no one deserves the title of immortal master, we are just a cultivator at best, and no one has ever called each other an immortal master in the cultivation world. So don't care how powerful the immortal master is, the cultivation environment is not the most important thing, what matters is what you want, and what kind of person you want to become, you can fight for it yourself, not rely on a stone to decide. The head of the wind said slowly.

"But without talent, it seems that you can't enter any sect. ”

Mu Yu whispered that he wanted to fight for it, but he was completely blind to this road and didn't know how to fight for it. If you don't enter a sect, be a miscellaneous disciple here, and be called around by other cultivators, when will you become an immortal master!

"Whether the talent is gray or cyan, it doesn't matter, cultivation depends on chance and hard work, talent just gives you a shortcut, and people without talent just make a few more detours. Cultivation is inherently tortuous, if you don't even have the determination and perseverance to go around the bend, then what is the cultivation of truth?"

Wind Master broke a flower from the crack in the stone and played with it in his hand, this flower should not have appeared here, it bloomed early, but Mu Yu inadvertently let it emerge in advance.

The road to cultivating the truth is tortuous, and the most important thing is to rely on your own determination and perseverance!

Mu Yu pondered the old man's words, but his heart became more and more bright, as if a ray of sunshine swept away the haze in his heart. Nothing is easy to accomplish, and many things have to go through a lot of hardships to succeed. He gave up without trying, so how did he pursue success?

Mu Yu nodded slowly, bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you seniors, the juniors have been taught." ”

Mu Yu stood up, he knew what he was going to do next, if he really wanted to pursue that immortal fate, then he couldn't be swayed by this stone's fate. He can start as a gray disciple, no one can say what will happen in the future, he just doesn't like Xiaohu's invincible appearance, he wants to defeat Xiaohu, he wants to prove that his village is not a so-called unplanted village!

But he suddenly thought of something, and asked after a while: "Senior, I wonder if you can accept me?"

The head of the wind looked at Mu Yu and said with a smile: "My sect is at the bottom, but many people are reluctant to come to the bottom of the twenty sects, and I basically don't recruit disciples in the academy." ”

"Then how can I enter the sect of my predecessors?" Mu Yu asked sincerely.

"Why do you want a poor and declining sect?" asked the head of the wind rhetorically.

"Didn't the seniors say it? The cultivation environment is not the most important, so whether it is the first sect or the last sect, as long as you can cultivate. Mu Yu said.

The head of the wind laughed: "You use my words to block me, in that case, can't you stay in the academy to cultivate?"

"But if there were people like my predecessors to guide me, maybe my path would be easier. Mu Yu earnestly wanted to kneel, but he found that there was an invisible resistance preventing him from kneeling, and he was a little puzzled, and he couldn't understand why his legs didn't obey.

"Don't be in a hurry to make a decision, maybe after reading this, you won't think about coming to my sect. ”

The Wind Master stood up, then turned his gaze to the gray stone, and continued, "This stone does not show any color without enough light to shine it, so the night cannot accurately show a person's true talent. As for what exactly your talent is, it's up to you to see for yourself. ”

Mu Yu didn't understand what the wind master meant, he watched the wind master's movements. With a wave of his hand, a flying sword came out of thin air, and a white light lit up on the ground, and under the reflection of the white light, the stone suddenly turned from an ugly gray to a noble purple!

Purple!

Mu Yu's talent turned out to be purple level!