He Ping opened his eyes and found that the sky was bright, the bitter cold was gone, and the wound on his shoulder had strangely disappeared.

The white fox lay on his side, his head resting on He Ping's arm, his eyes closed.

He Ping picked up the white fox, pressed his ears against its soft fur, and pressed it against its chest.

Plop, plop, the heartbeat is not loud, but it is powerful, it's okay, it's okay.

Fools know that it was the white fox who saved him. It's really powerful, whether it's the cold that disappears or the wound that heals quickly, it's not something that ordinary means can do.

In her sleep, in that silver-covered land, the woman with a peerless elegance, a dusty temperament, and a captivating city and country, will she be the incarnation of the white fox?

Looking at the white fox, He Ping began to yy, the dream of the hero was shattered, and he couldn't save the beauty heroically, saying that the beautiful fox fairy was not bad, did he pick up the treasure?

That woman was so beautiful that he couldn't describe it, and her countenance, in any word, was a blasphemy, what a celestial being!

Near noon, the white fox finally opened his eyes. In his big eyes, he lost his former look, and lay on the bed weakly, motionless, similar to when He Ping first saw it.

The man brought the food, and He Ping carefully picked up the white fox, put it on his lap, and fed it bite by bite.

The white fox knew his physical condition, and ate hard, and the amount of food was a little bigger than usual.

After feeding, He Ping asked the man to bring a brand-new futon and help him spread it.

The old bedding was folded and placed on the chairs.

He Ping kept holding the white fox, and after the guy left, he walked to the bed and put it down gently.

The white fox fell into a deep sleep.

At night, He Ping couldn't sleep on the bed anymore, but walked to the opposite side of the bed, unfolded the bloody bedding, and lay on the ground, looking at the white fox, thinking about the woman in his dream.

The white fox turned his head and looked at He Ping, with a soft light in his eyes.

Don't you owe each other? Hehe, He Ping remembered that line:

There was once a love in front of me, I didn't cherish it, when I lost it, I regretted it, and the biggest pain in life was nothing more than this.

If Heaven gave me another chance, I would say three words to her: I love you! If I had to add a deadline, I would like it to be 10,000 years!

In this life, he finally had an intersection with such a beauty, how could he let it go? Alas, I don't know what method can be used to make her owe herself a great favor.

In addition to taking good care of the white fox, He Ping began to study this piece of copper.

What is the mystery of it? On the surface of the copper sheet, there are only some strange lines, and there is nothing unusual to see, and it is rusty, and no matter how you look at it, it is a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron.

He Ping tried to wipe the rust, he found a stone and rubbed it hard, the stone was rubbed off a lot, but the rust could not be removed.

How hard is that? I'm afraid it's comparable to a diamond, right?

He Ping tried many more methods.

He took the copper sheet to the window and let the sun shine until it was a little hot and the copper sheet did not change.

He fetched a basin of water, soaked the copper sheet in the water, and stared at the surface of the copper sheet, but still no reaction was seen.

Roasted with fire, pasted copper sheets on the door of the brain, dripping blood, all the methods he saw and could think of in books, He Ping tried them, but found nothing.

Alas, I was very careful, but in the end I was cheated by the stall owner, the hateful profiteer, he is still too tender!

Two days later, the sky was twilight, and birds chirped outside the window.

He Ping sat on the edge of the bed, excited.

After today, he will be a monk, going to heaven and earth, calling for wind and rain, immortal, haha!

The sun rises, sending down ten thousand golden rays.

Stepping on the golden light, He Ping came to the door of the Qingxu Academy.

In my imagination, this place must be crowded with people, rubbing shoulders.

However, when he got here, he realized that this was not the case at all.

The towering gate is tightly closed, and on the huge empty field, the two old locust trees are majestic and upright, and there are more than 100 people standing under the trees.

Everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding, standing far away, isolating him, and the white fox sitting with his head held high next to him constituted a different scenery.

He Ping shook his head secretly, how brainless is this, to have this kind of prejudice? In this world where strength is respected, you are noble-born, well-dressed, and have a hairy use? Strength is not good, you are an ant! I am a six-system spirit root, double buff, crushing existence, you guys, wait to be slapped in the face by me, hehe!

People waited for a long time, and there was finally movement in the Qingxu School, and with a squeak, a small door next to the door was gently opened.

"Don't crowd, enter with a token, and if you don't have a token, stay away!"

A childish voice sounded, and in the small door, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy poked his head out and shouted outside.

Everyone still squeezed up, whether it was Miss Gongzi or the men in the rivers and lakes, they all moved forward bravely, for fear of being left outside.

He Ping hugged the white fox, and as the crowd moved forward, he was squeezed behind a woman with heavy makeup. The thick aroma of fat powder kept wafting in, stimulating He Ping's nose.

He Ping wanted to sneeze several times, but he held down his mouth and nose and endured it alive.

As everyone entered, there was a bang, and the small door closed, cut off from the outside world.

In front of it was a huge square, a hundred meters square, and above the ground, patches of pale yellow marble, tightly jointed, shimmering with soft light.

At this moment, there are many young ~ children standing in the square, there are more than 500 people, lined up in five squares, each with straight bodies, eyes not squinting, the formation is like a knife, orderly.

In front of each team, there was a gray-clothed Taoist priest, facing the team, standing with his hands in his hands.

He Ping and others were divided into five teams, lined up behind the young ~ child.

"Alright, let's go with the five of us. From now on, everyone is not allowed to speak up, and violators will be disqualified. ”

A gray-clothed Taoist priest in the center said loudly.

In an instant, there was silence in the square, and the needle drop could be heard.

Five Taoist priests, with five square teams, walked to different attics.

He Ping followed the team to a hall, a crystal spire, placed in the center of the hall, on both sides of the spire, there was a gray-clothed Taoist priest standing on each side, and a square table was placed in each place. Two Taoist priests in Tsing Yi sat behind the table. One was short and stocky, with a lovely smile, and the other was tall and mighty, and they were the two who appeared that night.

The gray-clothed Taoist priest who led the team bowed and saluted: "Two senior uncles, can you start?"

The two Tsing Yi Taoist priests nodded.

The gray-clothed Taoist priest turned to face the square team.

"The first thing to do is the Spiritual Root Test, where each row starts from the right and puts your hands on the crystal spire in turn. The passers stand on the right side of the hall, and the losers stand on the left side of the hall. ”

As if he was afraid that someone would make a mistake, the gray-robed Taoist priest pointed to each other when he spoke.

At the front of the line, a girl in green clothes, with pigtails on her head, a little baby fat, a round little face, a sweet smile, with two small dimples, very cute.

The girl's face was full of excitement, and she ran quickly, stretched out her small palm, and pressed it lightly against the minaret.

Hum, the spire trembled slightly, and a red pillar of light rose from the bottom, exuding a soft light, and the space around the spire was instantly dyed red.

"Top-grade fire spirit root, spirit root index 80!"

Next to the spire, a gray-clothed Taoist priest announced loudly, his voice full of excitement.

The mighty Taoist suddenly stood up, the short and fat Taoist priest's mouth opened, and his eyes became a slit.

"Yay——!"

The little girl raised her hands and couldn't help but let out a soft snort. Seeing the sweeping gaze of the mighty Taoist priest, the little girl stuck out her tongue and covered her mouth, and her big eyes were even more cute.

The mighty Taoist priest was not angry, smiled, walked up to her, touched the little girl's head, and gently softened it, spoiling it very much.

God favors, hundreds of years have passed, and another peerless genius has appeared in Qingxu Academy!

If it weren't for the silence rule, there would have been chaos in the team!

The Linggen Index is 80?! Such a high index is still a top-notch indicator! Oh my God! Does this still make people live?

The spiritual root of an ordinary person, if the index exceeds forty, it is quite good, and if it exceeds fifty, it can be classified as a genius, and she has directly reached eighty!

Everyone knows that the higher the spirit root index, the faster the cultivation speed, how fast will her cultivation speed be? The grade of the spirit root is also very important, the higher the grade, the easier it is to condense the spell, the greater the power of the spell, in short, the stronger the combat power!

This little girl can no longer be regarded as a genius, and she can only be described with the word demon!

The two examiners smiled, finding such a demonic disciple, returning to the sect, he was rewarded richly, he was in a good mood, and his attitude towards the later testers was much better.

In the next test, some people successfully passed, and some people were eliminated. Everyone has different fates and different moods.

After failing an exam, a teenager hangs his head and is decadent, like a walking corpse.

A little girl, covering her face with her hands, couldn't cry, and paced to the side of the loser step by step.

In the later tests, there were several good seedlings, a golden spiritual root disciple with a spiritual root index of more than 60, and a wind and fire spiritual root disciple with a spiritual root index of 35.

In normal times, these two people are also geniuses among geniuses, and they deserve to be noticed by everyone. It's a pity that today, the little girl appeared, and she stole the limelight, and the two had to walk to the right in embarrassment.

The team slowly moved forward, and He Ping quietly asked the woman with heavy makeup in front of him: "May I ask this girl, what are the requirements for the cultivation test?"

The woman glanced back at He Ping, a little disdainful: "I don't know this, of course you need to have a certain amount of cultivation, it is said that it is the third layer of Qi training!"

Before he finished speaking, his head had already turned to the front.

"Thank you, thank you!"

He Ping hurriedly thanked him, he actually wanted to practice the third layer of qi?

The child finally finished the test, He Ping was inexplicably a little nervous, his six-colored spiritual root, is it considered a cow break?

He was standing a little behind, thinking about how long he would wait for his turn, but he heard the short and fat Taoist priest say: "Okay, the spiritual root test is over, now please take the cultivation test!"

He Ping was shocked, what are you doing? He Ping hasn't tested it yet! And aren't there many people in front of him? This can't be endured!

"Dao Chief, I haven't tested the spirit root yet!"

He Ping said anxiously.

He's not in a hurry, he's not in a hurry, his cultivation is zero now, if he drags it into the cultivation test, no matter how he tests it, he won't be able to pass!

Everyone looked at each other strangely.

The short and fat Taoist priest was not angry, and said kindly: "You want to test the spiritual root?"

"yes!"

He Ping said secretly in his heart, nonsense, why don't I test the spiritual root?

"Well, it can be tested. ”

The short and fat Taoist priest is also simple.

In the eyes of everyone, He Ping was full of confidence, strutted forward, and walked towards the spire.