Chapter 17: Two lines of tears for the child

After a while to come back to his senses from the good news of worshipping the sect, Leng Xiaohan still wanted to know his talent: "But what about my talent?"

Looking back at Leng Xiaohan, Wang Hetong gently tasted the tea: "Your talent is good!

"For a teacher?" Leng Xiaohan reacted at this time, and couldn't help muttering. With a glaring of eyes, Wang Hetong turned his chair to look at Leng Xiaohan: "What's the matter?"

"No, no!" Leng Xiaohan hurriedly shook his head: "Although I don't know what position this guy has in the sect, but his cultivation is at least above the foundation, right?" ’

"See, it's from zero to a hundred. There is a blank space below the zero, it should be to check the attributes of the spiritual root, right?" Leng Xiaohan hurriedly changed the topic back.

Seeing Leng Xiaohan's gaze more satisfied, Wang Hetong nodded: "It seems that you are very smart and very understanding!"

'Go, you're taking me for an idiot! complained in his heart, Leng Xiaohan looked at Wang Hetong as if he was very happy to be praised, and waited for Wang Hetong to continue to explain to himself.

It's just that Wang Hetong didn't continue to explain to Leng Xiaohan, but asked: "Then you might as well guess again, what those values represent!"

"Damn! can you not be like this, do you like this tune?" Grasping wildly in his heart, Leng Xiaohan nodded thoughtfully on the surface: "Then dare to guess." That scale of 70 should mean that you can step into the immortal path, that is, pass the spiritual root, right?

Since seventy is a passing grade, then eighty must be excellent, that is, the legendary little genius. Ninety is a real genius! It's the legendary demon!"

As if he wanted to eat Leng Xiaohan, Wang Hetong was now extremely satisfied with Leng Xiaohan. Laughing loudly, Wang Hetong shook his head: "You are underestimating yourself too much! In fact, as long as the spiritual root reaches sixty, you can step into the immortal path, and seventy is a little genius."

But only when you reach eighty can you be a real genius! Ninety to ninety-five is a heavenly pride, and ninety-five to ninety-nine is a demon!"

"Hey~ I knew that according to the original primary school test papers, it would be more difficult for me to be an immortal! The result was the same? It made me a little disappointed!' But Leng Xiaohan was still a little curious about the hundred that Wang Hetong didn't say, so he asked: "What about the hundred!"

"A hundred?" Wang Hetong shook his head with a smile: "For so long, we have never appeared in this world. One hundred and ninety-nine are only a little different, but..."

Wang Hetong didn't say the next words, but turned to Leng Xiaohan: "Is there any adventure in the apprentice?The innate values of the five elements spiritual roots are the same, for the sake of the teacher, the spiritual roots of your other four attributes are all seventy-nine, less than eighty, but the fire attribute has reached eighty-nine!

"Hmmm..."Leng Xiaohan thought for a while, until he thought of the hair on his body... I couldn't help but exclaim: "Hair removal fruit?"

"Huh?" Wang Hetong looked at Leng Xiaohan suspiciously, even with Wang Hetong's hundreds of years of knowledge, he had never heard of such a fruit as the hair removal fruit.

His face was red, and Leng Xiaohan was a little embarrassed: "This is my own screaming, I did eat a fruit in a wild boar cave at the beginning." The cyan glow was red, and after eating it, my body felt like it was on fire. When I woke up, I found that my hair was burned, so I called it that fruit hair removal fruit. ”

was confused by Leng Xiaohan's vague explanation, and Wang Hetong couldn't think of any fruit for a while, which could match the hair removal fruit in Leng Xiaohan's mouth.

In fact, Leng Xiaohan didn't make it clear and forgot an important piece of information. That is, the fruit is not ripe, so it is green.

For a moment, the two fell silent.

'It seems that I need to learn more about medicinal materials?' This kind of spiritual material that can strengthen the spiritual root is a rare treasure, but I actually know it. Wang Hetong thought about how to learn.

Leng Xiaohan is different, Leng Xiaohan thought about the canopy: "The guy in the canopy is amazing, he actually guards such a powerful thing." Before it is mature, it can increase my fire attribute spirit root by 10 points, if it is mature, how can it also increase by forty or fifty points? It is completely something that can change my life against the sky!

Poor canopy~ If I hadn't been the first to climb the canopy, the canopy would have been eaten when it matured... Maybe it can even become a canopy!'

"Master, are you so sure you can recruit disciples?" Leng Xiaohan looked at the afternoon, and no one came to the small table except himself. I looked at the passers-by who would glance at this place when they passed by, and I couldn't help but ask.

With a look of embarrassment on his face, Wang Hetong was also very helpless: "What can I do then? I haven't experienced this before! Other people's sects are all spreading news, and some people come to the door to beg to join the sect, how can I be different?"

With a bearing on his face, Wang Hetong looked ahead lightly: "What kind of insight does the apprentice have?"

"I can't talk about it, I just have some ideas. Leng Xiaohan scratched his head, looking shy.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you as a teacher!" Wang Hetong waved his hand, very refreshing.

Walking out of the small table, Leng Xiaohan looked at the six big characters on the white cloth on the right pole: "Guangming Ya Registration Office!" muttered, Leng Xiaohan shook his head very disdainfully, completely ignoring the corners of Wang Hetong's mouth that began to twitch.

"Master, can you write?" Leng Xiaohan put down the pole and took off the white cloth.

Wang Hetong looked at Leng Xiaohan a little surprised: "Doesn't the apprentice know how to write?"

"Just kidding, I'm a person who has been educated in nine years of compulsory education, how can I not write?" scratching his head shyly, Leng Xiaohan said very simply: "No!"

Pointing to the white cloth on the table, Wang Hetong was very puzzled: "The apprentice can't write, how can he know these words?"

"Being able to read doesn't mean you can write!" Leng Xiaohan glanced at Wang Hetong, and looked very ashamed: "You let the apprentice write something small, it's okay to read it yourself." But to write big, so many people read... He can't write, so he can't write. ”

"Haha~" laughed twice, Wang Hetong took out a set of pen and ink, and changed a piece of white cloth: "The apprentice said that it is enough to write for the teacher." ”

"How old does Master have to be when he accepts disciples?"

"Hmm~ eight to sixteen years old, right?"

"Then I wrote, Jindan Sect: Bright Future. Recruit disciples, male or female, and require the age of 8 to 16. ”

After Wang Hetong finished writing, Leng Xiaohan continued to ask: "Can our sect manage food?"

"Of course, have you ever seen a sect that allows disciples to go home for dinner?" Wang Hetong's eyes widened, and he looked at Leng Xiaohan a little angrily, as if he had been insulted by Leng Xiaohan.

Ignoring Wang Hetong's eyes, Leng Xiaohan continued: "Then write, once admitted, bring it back to the sect." There is no charge for food and housing, and relatives can occasionally come up to visit relatives. ”

"Hmm~" After pondering for a while, Leng Xiaohan said again: "Finally, write in slightly larger words: A small step in cultivating immortals, a big step in life." Don't choose a bright career, the child has two lines of tears. ”