Reading through the Taoist Book of Immortals, you will know that it is a very challenging job to learn from immortals. If the IQ and EQ do not meet the requirements, even if they are lucky enough to step on the great luck of the fairy fate, they may not be able to truly become immortals, and it is more common to be beaten and sent away.

It's not that there is no son of the plane in the world who "has a heavenly bone and a spiritual light in his eyes", and he can pick up a small bottle when he walks on the road, and he will exchange some rare artifact on the street stall, and a group of powerful people cry and shout and follow behind to ask for apprenticeship. However, such characters, looking at the entire multiverse, are only two or three kittens. If you divide it by the total number of intelligent lifeforms, the value is almost infinitely close to zero.

Another problem that needs to be faced by astral adventurers lies in those spellcaster organizations with strong traditional inertia. Whether it is a spellcaster organization such as some immortal sects and magician societies, if its organizational form has not evolved into a complete internal system, then it is often at the level of feudal guilds and secret societies. This kind of immortal sect and magician society with the characteristics of feudal guilds are often satisfied with this static, agrarian society with obvious characteristics. Under such a system, the development of spells in it must also be in a static state.

Perhaps for the astral adventurers who only want to obtain the secret of the spell, such a lifeless system has nothing to do with them. However, under this low-end system, there is a very serious personal dependency between the disciples and apprentices and the elder teachers. This is a difficult thing for astral adventurers to accept. The difference between the teacher-student relationship in a highly developed society and the master-apprentice relationship in this kind of feudal guild is almost as big as that between carbon-based life and silicon-based life.

Well, among the various newspapers and magazines popular in Astral Gate, there is a tabloid "Time and Space ******" nicknamed "Who can be worse than me", although it is a paparazzi newspaper with a bad style, the sales have not been bad. One of the most popular columns is called "Crossing the Egg", which is dedicated to the misfortunes of novices and unlucky ghosts who can't get a job.

Among the gossips that have broken out in this column recently, there are those who worship the evil sect in order to become an immortal warlock, and they are taken away by the teacher. There are also those who tried to learn magic, but were unspoken by the old mage in the mage tower - if it wasn't for the astral gate to send a rescue team in time, they were almost made into inflatable dolls in the wizarding world, the so-called flesh pleasure golem. As for those black mages and evil god priests, it is even more common to trick apprentices into making living sacrifices to demons and evil gods, or simply use them as spellcasting materials.

As for those wizards who do not pay attention to their words and offend those who are not good people in the side of the door, and are cursed into animals, petrified into statues, and even dangerously turned into demons by drawing their souls, it is not uncommon. Even those sects and mage organizations that looked a little more normal were not much better.

Some scattered immortals accept apprentices and ask their disciples to change into birds to serve, and the worse people in the side door wrap their bodies in animal skins and become orangutans, horses and bears, and the like. There are also some so-called great achievers who have been contaminated with the Indian style of asceticism, asking the disciples to do penance and doing penance, being beggars for more than ten years, and then looking for death and suffering everywhere, which is also a common thing. In comparison, the adventurers who worked under the mages of the Dead House were a little less involved in all sorts of rampant magical experiments.

As for the apprentices of the Daxian family, there is nothing dirty like "washing the master's feet and sleeping with the master". At most, it's like Brother Monkey and the second senior brother, serving cautiously before and after the saddle, and there is no need to play any dangerous games like "Senior brother, the master has captured the monster again". However, this kind of great immortal family all holds the proposition that "the Tao is not lightly transmitted, and the law is not lightly accepted" - the Monkey King accompanied the Tang monk to the Great Leiyin Temple, that is, it took more than ten years to get a positive result. These great immortal families, who have accepted apprentices for thirty or forty years, may not be able to teach Taoism lightly.

For example, Mr. Fu, an ancient immortal, met Lao Jun in Jiaoshan and descended, please give him the way to ascend to the world. As a result, Taishang gave a wooden drill and a large stone on the grinding plate, and Mr. Fu had been diamond for decades, and finally drilled a stone hole, so that he could realize the Dan Jue and practice to ascend.

Another example is Du Zichun, a real person who was enlightened by Lao Jun, underwent a magic test, and was reincarnated after death, as if he was a spirit. But because of a little love, he almost sank and lost his relationship with the fairy road.

Even the Taiqing heirs are treated like this, and all the great immortal families will follow Lao Jun and his old man in the same way:

The immortal pot duke went down to earth and sold medicine in Chang'an City, and was peeped through by the little official Fei Changfang. After several requests for advice, in the end, it was still because the pot prince turned the golden pill into stinky dung, and Fei Changfang did not dare to accept the golden pill. In the end, he could not achieve anything, and he could only learn some ordinary techniques to exorcise ghosts.

The ancestor Zhang Daoling passed on the law to Zhao Sheng, carved charcoal into a beauty, and sent the mountain god to offer a golden cellar, so that the temptation of wealth and color was still insufficient. and pretended to fall off the cliff on the ****, and everyone did not dare to go down, but the two disciples of Wang Chang and Zhao Sheng jumped off the cliff to find a teacher, and they taught each other with Taoism.

Wei Boyang, the author of "Participation in the Deed", who is known as the master of the Wai Dan Dao Law, has been with his three disciples for decades, and there is no way to try. As a result, Wei Boyang refined the nine turns of Dancheng, and he had to play a game of serving Dan to deceive death. waited until the two disciples who didn't dare to serve Dan went down the mountain to set up the funeral, but saw the master and the senior brother flying up on the clouds.

As for Zhengyangzi Zhongli Quan to test Lu Dongbin, it is even more outrageous, and other great immortal families try one, two or even seven tests, even if it is strict. Zhong Liquan was extraordinarily heroic, and simply tried Lu Dongbin dozens of times before he was willing to pass on the secret purpose of Donghua and the technique of 61 ascension.

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Such a test, let alone others. It's Wei Ye's own family, and when he stays in the mountains, he also has to be equipped with soup and rice, but Kenko stomps his head and goes to be an apprentice before and after the saddle of others, and he runs to serve?

Not to mention, accompany the great immortals to fight their scheming and play those extreme psychological challenges like immortal trials.

Therefore, so far, the progress of the adventurers of the Star Gate and the Immortal Dao World has always been slow, and it is no wonder that everyone is not doing their best.

It is precisely like this that Wei Ye, an immortal warlock from the wild road, listened to Zuo Ci report his home, but he didn't play any apprenticeship tricks of shaking the tiger's body and bowing his head down. Who knows if Zuo Yuanfang is also like those great immortals, who have learned such a bad taste to test the disciples? Wine, wealth, fame and fortune, no matter what hundred, ten, seven, and three tests, as long as one try, Wei Ye, who loves to roll in the red dust, will have to be exposed in his true form.

It's better to worship a senior brother in the name of this, even if it is "Dunjia Heavenly Book" and "Jiuding Jade Liquid Dan Sutra", Zuo Yuanfang will not show his mouth lightly in the future. It is possible to rub the elixir into a bucket and two liters, eat fried beans like Sun Dasheng, and refine and forge this body, and get a half-immortal body, which is not a loss.

What's more, being Zuo Ci's apprentice and being Zuo Ci's junior brother are just one word different, and this treatment is the difference between heaven and earth. As a junior and a disciple, he is still an equal, an apprentice......

It's pitiful, it's not that Wei Ye underestimates himself, but with his lazy temperament, I'm afraid that being an apprentice can only be on par with the second senior brother, right?

This selfishness is unknown to others. Wei Ye held a long-handled soup spoon and divided the stone soup with moss pebbles as the base material for everyone, and he didn't say much.

He just nodded Sima Ling from afar: "Bell, staring at this kid first." He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten properly, but his stomach couldn't stand eating like this. The soup dumpling was also too thick and oily, so he should not be asked to touch his lips too much. I remember that there was a box of powdered sugar scraped on the persimmons, but it could be flushed with water so that the child could drink more. ”

Zuo Ci held the stone soup, looking at this situation, he also stroked his beard and smiled: "Daoist friends are humble and don't understand the method of immortality, but they are quite proficient in the way of health preservation. This son met Daoyou, and it was he who met this creation. ”

"Where did Senior Brother come from?" Wei Ye nodded slightly towards Zuo Ci, took a shrimp soup bag from the green bamboo steaming drawer, and handed it over with a white porcelain plate, "You can't live forever, you can live a long life, and you can only enjoy your life." Even if it is properly maintained, the longevity of Sanyuan is only three jiazi, how can it be compared to the real immortal who is not old?"

These two people, one is determined that Daoyou will not let go, and the other is a senior brother, and they can actually talk to each other very happily. Zuo Ci took the porcelain plate, but saw that the noodles in the plate were made of hot noodles with skin, with oily shine on it, and smelled slightly fragrant, obviously with chicken fat and noodles. The dough made in this way is thin and tough, translucent as crystal, and through the dough, you can faintly see the stuffing made of reddish shrimp meat inside.

Only this pastry is very delicately made, and the bottom of the dim sum is lined with fresh pine leaves. The clear breath of pine flowers is just right to neutralize the smell of plate oil in the dim sum, adding a sense of remoteness.

Zuo Ci held the porcelain plate, opened the dough with the tip of the chopstick, and a stream of soup immediately overflowed with heat. The tip of the chopstick touched the soup, and the slightly greasy and slippery touch came with the bamboo chopstick, and the reserve immortal with keen five senses immediately smiled: "It turns out that these soups are made of fresh meat and skin, and after cooling, take the soup jelly and wrap it in it." ”

Wei Ye nodded slightly, acquiescing to Zuo Ci's statement. However, Wei Ye also admired Zuo Ci's ability to distinguish the material of the soup dumpling with the touch of the tip of the spoon. In this martial arts, I am afraid that only those so-called great masters who claim to be the unity of heaven and man have such a keen perception ability.

The comparison of this round gave Zuo Ci a slight advantage.

Regardless of these two men, who can only be regarded as uncles in Sima Ling's eyes, they are engaged in a secret contest between boring men. Sima Ling held the bowl and looked at the little mute sitting beside her, revealing a smile that she thought was the most infectious: "By the way, I don't know where you came from and what your name is! I'm Sima Ling, this uncle who likes turtle hair and doing strange research is called Wei Ye, what about you, can't we call you a little mute all the way?"

Facing Sima Ling's smile, the little mute was silent for a moment, and drew two characters with strange fonts under the ground.

Wei Ye and Zuo Ci, who had already noticed the movement here, their eyes fell, but they saw that they were two stone drum characters that are not common now, but they were well written, and they were clearly the word "Jingzhen".