Chapter 10: Matsubai's Decision

After seeing such an amazing Yun Yao, and then looking at the other disciples, the peak masters couldn't help but start to get a little bored.

If these new disciples are not selected by all the peaks, they can stay in Yunshui Mountain to do miscellaneous labor, or they can ask to be sent back to the bottom of the mountain.

The disciples who were not selected were saddened, and they all lowered their heads, as if they had fallen from the fairy realm into the mortal world. But most of them will go down the mountain and switch to other sects, because other sects don't have such a high threshold. There are also a few who choose to do miscellaneous labor, because there is always hope if you stay on the mountain, and the disciples of the General Affairs Hall say that the sect does not have sect rules and does not allow miscellaneous labor to practice, but the inheritance of the Seven Peaks can only be taught to the disciples on the peak.

Finally arrived at Shirai, Shirai took a step forward and leaned forward.

"Disciple Shirai, please give me advice. "Hands closed, erect, white robes spotless, not even a single wrinkle.

All the peak masters were shocked to see such a handsome face. But after staring at Bai Jing for a while, he sighed in disappointment.

Finally, a voice came out: "Who brought this kid to the mountain? How do you think of it, the Dao roots are so messy, how can you gather Dao fruits? Could it be that you can cultivate immortals if you look good?"

Shirai didn't move, his face was calm, as if he hadn't heard.

The head of the sect, Shan Zhengyang, stared at Bai Jing and looked at it, and then glanced at Song Bai, who was standing in the corner of the stone platform and had not asked any of the disciples from beginning to end, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Another voice came out: "Don't waste time, let him stay and do the chores, or he will be sent down the mountain." ”

"I'll take it, would you like it?" a few simple words interrupted the cacophony of voices.

"The disciple is willing. ”

Finally waiting for the master's voice, Bai Jing's heart was full of joy, if he can cultivate the Tao, he will have a chance, and what if the Dao root is poor.

"Senior Brother Song, aren't you kidding, although your Qingshi Peak has been in decline for thirty years, you won't choose to do so... Such an uncivilized disciple, which of the other unsuccessful disciples is not much better qualified than him, and besides, you didn't ask him. The fish and sheep spoke with regret, but they looked ridiculous. Who doesn't know that the Seven Peaks Peak Lord only has few words and rarely argues with others.

"No, I don't. ”

Without two words, the representative is undoubted, no need to ask, just choose him.

Everyone was surprised, and they couldn't figure out why, but at this point, no one talked about anything anymore, to put it badly, he Qingshi Peak was willing to fall and recruit a disciple who could not gather into the Dao Fruit, what did it matter to others, let him toss, otherwise it would be a lot less fun to stay in this lonely mountain gate.

After that, it was uneventful, no, it should be spent in a normal and uneventful way. The opening ceremony ended, and two things happened at the opening ceremony this time, one was that a disciple of the innate Dao Fruit of the demon appeared, and the peak fell in the Taigang Peak of the head of the sect. The other thing is that Qingshi Peak finally recruited a third disciple after nine years, and this third disciple is not only evil in appearance, but also has a very poor Dao root.

The conference ended, and each peak left with new disciples and two Yunshui Mountain anecdotes.

Bai Jing walked up to Songbai and respectfully called Master, and then called Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother. Today, Uncle Shi is out in the future. The group didn't have Edgeworth, so they took care of Shirai's speed and slowly walked towards the bluestone peak, and by the way, let Shirai get familiar with the main peak.

The main peak is much more spectacular than other peaks, and the high-rise Qiongge is continuous.

Walking to the middle of a narrow stone road, I saw a group of villagers in coarse cloth in the distance, guided by a steward, coming from the opposite side.

At the back of the group was a little girl, dressed in khaki linen, about seven or eight years old, with a fleshy face, her hair tied up, pinned with a bamboo stick, and her fine hair on both sides of her face, which was very cute. The little girl looked confused and accidentally tripped over an uneven stone.

The little girl who tripped over didn't say a word, just sat on the ground and bit her lip, so that the person in front of her didn't notice that she was walking forward.

Bai Jing, who was walking next to him, squatted down, pulled up the little girl sitting on the ground, and patted the soil on her body for her.

The fleshy face was adorned with two large shining eyes, and crystal tears filled the eyes, but they never dripped down.

Shirai lost his mind for a moment: "You... What about your family? What's your name?"

"My name is Dou'er, and I don't have any family. A timid expression, but stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall.

"Oh, don't be afraid, it's fine. Bai Jing tore the corners of his clothes and silently bandaged the broken wound on his arm for Dou'er.

The feeling of warmth and grievance suddenly welled up, and pearl-like tears finally fell on the bare-toed straw sandals.

The warmth hit, and the chubby body crashed into his arms with the sound of sobbing, like a fawn.

After a long time, seeing that the team was about to disappear just now and couldn't see clearly, Dou'er gently pushed away the white well, looked up at the white well seriously, pursed her lips, wiped her tears, and then ran into the distance.

Dou'er thought to herself, although she was on the same mountain, she was afraid that it would be difficult to see it again.

Shirai stood in place, looking at the direction the little girl was running in and looked at it for a long time.

"Senior brother, if you like it, bring her back as a waiter. "The second senior brother looked meaningful, with a smile on his face that you understand.

"Is that okay?" Shirai asked seriously.

"You little pervert, you have a crush on other people's little girls. Yes, of course, you can ask Master. If you are so young, you will find a girl to serve the child, or live together, be careful that the master beats you, haha!" The second senior brother is always so proud, but he can't be annoying.

"Is that okay, Master? I want Dou'er to be a waiter. ”

"Your own business, decide for yourself. The answer is always so direct.

Back at Qingshi Peak, Songbai dismissed the three of them, and didn't say a word about cultivation.

Bai Jing grabbed Senior Brother Fang Li, showed a face that he thought was the sweetest, and asked, "Senior Brother, I am very happy to be accepted as a disciple by Master, and I am also very happy to be the same disciple as Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother, but Bai Jing wants to know, Bai Jing Daogen is very poor, so why does Master still agree to accept me? Senior Brother can you tell me?"

Senior Brother stretched out his hand and patted Bai Jing's head, like a spring breeze and rain, "Little Senior Brother, in fact, Senior Brother is not very clear, but Senior Brother is very sure that you are not an ordinary person with a bad Dao Root." As for why I want you to be my junior brother, there is another reason, I have cultivated the heart of a gentleman since I cultivated the Tao, and ordinary people will have more or less anger or the vulgar atmosphere that mortals should have, but I have never seen half of it in you. ”

Senior Brother glanced at Shirai, and then said, "If you want to find out what the difference between your Dao Root and ordinary people is, you have to ask Master. ”

"Master, how strong is he?" Shirai finally asked the question he had been curious about.

"I'm afraid that only the head of Yunshui Mountain knows about this. ”

The elder brother spoke softly, and there was no other book on his waist today that had opened a few pages.