Everyone remembers that in "Immortal Rebellion", there is a character named Qinglin, Immortal Emperor Qinglin, Wang Lin Yu Situ Nan's master.

Zhou Yi, Qingshuang's father

This chapter and the following chapter are the growth history of Qinglin

Zhao Guo ~ Focimen

"Master, do you have something to do with me?"

Slowly pushing the quaint mountain door open, a boy who was not very good-looking slowly walked into the room, and after entering the room, the boy looked at the room with his dirty eyes.

The room was filled with the scent of sandalwood, made of quaint square sandalwood, and in the middle of the room, on a mahogany chair, sat an old man, dressed in a red robe, with a kind appearance, his bald head shining in the sun, he stroked his black beard, and smiled.

The old man is Qinglin's master, but in Qinglin's heart, the old man is his father, who brought him into Buddhism, recited the scriptures, and let his heart be detached and not experience the troubles of the mortal world mentioned in the book.

"Apprentice, you have been here for seventeen years, and there are some things I should tell you......"

Qinglin's eyes blinked, and he looked at his master with some incredulity, he had actually guessed the master's intentions when he came, but he was still a little reluctant to accept it, because it meant that he would leave the Foci Gate, the place where he was born and raised.

"Master, I'm ......"

But the old man shook his head and motioned for Qinglin not to speak, and after a few seconds, the old man began to tell Qinglin the story that belonged to him.

That day, it was the first day he became the presiding officer of the Buddha Cimen, on Qinglin Mountain, he held a release ceremony, when he went down the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, he heard the child's cry, so he saw this child who he liked, because the child was abandoned in Qinglin Mountain, he simply named the boy Qinglin.

It has been seventeen years since he brought the child into Buddhism, and Qinglin's wildness has also been suppressed by him and trained him to become a disciple of Buddhism.

"The master plans to let you take Princess Zhao's car and go to the Hengyue faction together to compete for the opportunity to enter the immortal gate, and when you are thirty years old, you can come back and become a Buddhist master, or, find your own way!"

The old man looked at his apprentice, his own child, kindly, and said with a smile.

"Master, no, I want to accompany you and become a Buddhist host!"

The old man still shook his head, his eyes were firm, he helped himself up, stood up, slowly walked in front of Qinglin, touched the robe, broke off an extraordinarily shimmering red gem from the top, and put it in Qinglin's hand.

This red gem, at the moment it was broken, touched the air, as if it had lost its spirituality, from red to a faint white, and in Qinglin's hands, it seemed to have become a broken piece of iron.

Looking at the messy runes on the iron, Qinglin held the iron tightly.

I don't know why, this piece of iron, Qinglin feels very familiar......

"Master......"

"Take this gem, I picked him up at the same time in the place where you were born, you will leave tomorrow, I should also hand over this spirit stone to you, I have kept the secret for seventeen years, and now it should be solved......" The master sighed, and then said, "Go back and pack your luggage, tomorrow morning, and set off on the same day!"

Qinglin had to sigh, maybe, this is the Buddha arranged his own training, his heart is very firm, no matter how hard the world is, or how attractive, he will not abandon the master, at the age of thirty, he will return to the Buddha Cimen, become a host, this is his lifelong dream, maybe, this is not forgetting the original intention!

...... The next day, early in the morning

The light of the morning sun shone on the earth, in front of the Buddha Ci Gate, a boy with a bag on his back got into the carriage, and he looked back at the senior brothers and uncles who sent him.

"Amitabha, don't forget to chant every day, may the Buddha bless you~ Be sure to worship in the fairy gate, don't let the master down!"

"I won't!"

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Qinglin's kind heart trembled at this moment, the next time they met, he didn't know if it would be decades later, he was afraid that the body of the master and several uncles would not be able to hold on.

Slowly closing the curtains, Qinglin was in the carriage, wiping his eyes with his robe.

It was not only Qinglin who was sad, outside the carriage, his brothers and sisters also hugged each other and cried silently, and some of the uncles were also sad and shook their heads helplessly, and the monks held the Buddha and recited the six-character mantra to send Qinglin away.

Feeling the bump of the carriage, Qinglin knew that he had left, he lifted the curtain, and looked back to look at his senior brother and uncle, but he didn't see it, presumably the senior brother and uncle had already returned to the house, but he unexpectedly saw his master.

He originally thought that the master, as the host, would not personally send a disciple, no matter how unusual the relationship between this disciple was. But nowadays......

The master changed his previous image, and the current master had vicissitudes and sadness on his face, but after he felt Qinglin's gaze, his expression was instantly serious, and he looked at Qinglin and said hello.

"Master, goodbye!"

Qinglin also shook his hand, and the carriage jerked violently, directly reversing Qinglin back into the car. Just when Qinglin wanted to open the curtain, the carriage had already driven away, and when he looked back, the master's figure could only see a black shadow in a trance

...... Although Qinglin still had a heart that did not want to leave, the speed of the carriage was very fast. In just a few seconds, it has already walked hundreds of meters.

"Let's go......"

Qinglin slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Qinglin was holding his bag, and when he was about to fall asleep, the carriage suddenly stopped, according to inertia, Qinglin leaned forward, woke up, wiped his saliva, and at this moment, the door was opened.

"What's the matter, have you arrived at the Hengyue faction?"

Qinglin woke up, wiped his confused eyes, and saw a big man standing at the door, the big man was tall and strong, and the strong aura exuded from his body made people have to feel a sense of fear.

"Get out!"

The big man said angrily, and then grabbed Qinglin's leader of the corner, pulled back, and fell to the ground.

"Dead monk, get away, master, I kindly pulled you away for a while, but unfortunately my car is disgusting to death. ”

The big man was a little angry and disgusted, and looked at Qinglin and said slowly.

"Alright, let's go......"

A delicate and soft voice came, Qinglin looked at it in response, and saw a girl with a gentle appearance, beautiful and generous, and eye-catching manners and words, the girl was dressed in wealth and nobility, Qinglin knew that she was one of the princesses of Zhao State, because of some disputes in the royal family, she was sent to the Xianmen Hengyue faction, and no one cared.

Basically, even if he was abandoned by the royal family, however, his identity is still high.

"Thank you, donor......"

Qinglin stood on the ground, folded his hands, and said to the girl gratefully.

However, the girl sneered sarcastically, waved her hand, and replied with some disgust:

"It's disgusting, don't talk to me, dead monk......"

Although Princess Nancheng said that she was a little discriminatory against herself, Qinglin didn't dare to say a word to her, and after a long time, the carriage began to move forward again.

Looking at the convoy slowly moving forward, pulling the monk's robe, Qinglin smiled a little bitterly, he thought about it, as a monk, his status is low, and he will definitely be ridiculed and disdained by others, but what he didn't expect was that the disdain of the princess Nancheng of Zhao State for monks rose to discrimination.

"Alas......" Qinglin sighed, and finally had to comfort himself that this was one of the calamities that the Buddha had let him experience.

Looking at the wagon that had not gone far, Qinglin exhaled heavily, at least looking at the marks made by the carriage on the soil, he could also find the mountain gate of the Hengyue faction.

Raising his head, he was just about to look for the carriage imprint to go to the Hengyue faction, when suddenly the sound of breaking the air appeared in his ears, and a sense of death made Qinglin feel a little breathless.

He saw a sharp arrow shooting at him, and wanted to block it, but his speed was not enough, so he could only watch the arrow step on the wind and shoot at him.

"Poof"

The sharp arrow shot straight into Qinglin's chest like a flying eagle looking downward, and it was the part of Qinglin's heart that shot in!

Blood spurted out of Qinglin's left chest like a fountain, and the thick smell of blood made Qinglin's head dazed, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

"I'm going to shoot it right!"

"This stupid monk has been lying on the ground for a quarter of an hour, otherwise you may not be able to shoot accurately!"

There was a disdainful laughter in his ears, and Qinglin still couldn't believe it.

He was full of doubts in his heart, he didn't do anything excessive, why?

Why?

What is it that makes you murderous?

"Just you fool still going to the Hengyue faction, what are you going to do? Eat? haha, if it weren't for Master Xuanzang's pleading, our princess wouldn't have taken you, and now it's easy to explain, Master Xuanzang's beloved disciple didn't hold on to the Hengyue faction, and was beaten to death by his senior brother and brother, haha!"

Qinglin was filled with endless remorse, just because he was a monk, just because he said a word to the princess of Nancheng, and thanked him, did he want to kill himself.

Is he so despicable?

"The Buddha will punish you, Amitabha"

"Poof"

A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out violently, Qinglin's head was dizzy, he couldn't hold on any longer, the noise in his ears gradually decreased, and finally disappeared completely, all that could be heard was the sound of "creaking" wheels stepping on the ground.

In this way, Qinglin collapsed under the ridicule and ridicule of the big man in the carriage, and no one thought that he was still alive.

The howling wind was blowing, and on the ground, the corpses of the monks were arranged irregularly, the withered yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, and the earthy yellow earth had been stained red with blood into a bright red wetland.

Gradually, time passed, the dust settled, and the dust drifted onto Qinglin's body, making Qinglin look like a corpse, under this arrow, Qinglin's heart was completely penetrated, but in the next moment, his eyes opened suddenly.

His eyes seemed to contain a mountain of corpses and bones, and Qinglin's momentum rose sharply at this moment, and the dust flew up at this moment, filling the air.

"Poof!"

The stiff hand suddenly grasped the arrow inserted in the heart, and pulled it out fiercely, although there was blood gushing out, but it was a small amount, and there was chaos in his eyes, like a walking corpse, Qinglin slammed the small piece of iron given to him by the master towards the heart.

The iron piece actually drilled into Qinglin's skin and entered his heart like this.

After doing all this, the corpse made a hoarse voice, looking at the dusk, the sun was about to sink into the earth, and smiled indifferently:

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are Zou dogs, foolish men can move mountains, Jingwei can reclaim the sea, and I can also destroy this ruthless sky!"

The moment he was unconscious again, Qinglin's corpse lay down viciously, and the moment he lost his last trace of consciousness, he let out a heart-rending roar.

Another night, slowly passed.

The morning sun rises from the horizon, and a fresh breeze blows in the early morning, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

At this time, from east to west, two golden rays of light flew from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, these two rays of light flew directly above Qinglin's "corpse", and the light and shadow fell, and the two walked out.

Both of them are handsome, extraordinary, and elegant in their manners and speech.

One of them looked at Qinglin's "corpse", and a trace of anger flashed between his eyebrows, if he looked closely, he could also see a trace of helplessness and unyielding: "I just used my divine sense to explore this world, and I found a monstrous smell of blood and anger, but now that I see it, why is it only this?"

The other person's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he persuaded the man: "Senior Brother Wuji, although you were the presiding officer of the Buddha Cimen of Zhao State a thousand years ago, but you have become an immortal, you should let go of your mundane concerns, if it weren't for the robe that this boy was wearing and the strong sandalwood fragrance, how could you come down to save him?"

"Senior brother, Focimen is in the Zhao Kingdom and Yan Kingdom, if there is a war between the two countries, Focimen will definitely fall into it, your father sent you to Focimen, that is, to make you pure-hearted and have few desires, and then sent you to the Hengyue faction, didn't you become an immortal who stood up to the heavens and the earth? After becoming an immortal, you can't interfere with what mortals do, have you forgotten all this?"

The man known as Zao Wou-Ki threw his hand, his eyes were angry, and he looked at his junior brother Yan Zhenqing, but he didn't know what words to use to refute.

"Let's go, senior brother, this boy is dead, there is no point!"

Yan Zhenqing pulled his senior brother Zhao Wuji and was about to leave, when suddenly, Qinglin coughed at this moment.

"Haha, this kid isn't dead!"

Zhao Wu was extremely overjoyed, walked over, picked up Qinglin, touched his head, looked at the blood stains on Qinglin's chest, and sighed helplessly: "Could it be that the people of my Zhao country, the monks of my Buddha Cimen are inferior to others, can we only be slaughtered by others like animals?"

Zhao Wuji stretched out his right hand, pinched out a few touches of spiritual power, held Qinglin up gently, and quickly sent his "Kaiyuan Dan" into Qinglin's mouth. Twisting his head, he said to Yan Zhenqing: "Senior brother, I will save a child, and I won't violate any monk's rules......

With that, the two of them turned into a golden light, rushed to the sky, and flew in the direction of the Hengyue faction. The Hengyue faction was once the largest sect of immortal cultivation in the Zhao Kingdom, with tens of millions of disciples, including many supreme powerhouses in the Jindan period, as well as Tianjiao, and finally became the leader of the Central Plains immortal cultivation world.

In a small room at the inner door of the Hengyue faction, Qing Lin slowly opened his eyes, and he found himself lying on a wooden bed, the room was fully furnished, unpretentious, but it revealed a sense of elegance.

"What is this place?"

Qinglin wondered in his heart, before he fell into a coma, he should have been killed by the order of Princess Nancheng when he went to the mountain gate of the Hengyue faction, but why is he here now?

The sharp arrow came from the wind and pierced Qinglin's heart, and the ridicule and ridicule of the big man and the discrimination of the princess of Nancheng against the monks were deeply imprinted in his heart.

After a while, he threw out the distracting thoughts in his mind, slowly got up, came to the window, stretched out his hand to push the window open, and for a moment, the scene outside the window made him stunned on the spot.

As far as the eye can see, the tumbling sea of clouds stands several mountain peaks, the steep cliffs, the folds are powerful, the mountains are shining, the lights are brilliant, the buildings are covered, and the beams of the road are raised from time to time, roaring away......

"I ......"

Qinglin never dreamed that there would be such a scene in the world.

"Squeak~yah"

The door was pushed open by a man in white, and the man saw Qinglin by the window, was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said, "Little brother, are you awake?"

"Who are you and why am I here?" Qinglin saw that someone was coming, and quickly raised all his questions.

"You are now in the Hengyue Sect, the first Xiuzhen Sect of the Zhao Kingdom, the Xiuzhen Sect ranked five hundred and fourteenth in the Central Plains, you were on the way to the Hengyue Sect, you were hit by an arrow in your body, and you almost died, but you luckily met one of the supremes of our Hengyue Sect, Patriarch Zao Wou-Ki is also known as Patriarch Bodhi!"

"So you were saved by him...... Also, my name is Li Xuanlin, just call me Xuanlin!"

"Thank you, Brother Xuanlin, I ......"

Li Xuanlin smiled and replied, "You're welcome, before I came to the Hengyue Sect, I was also a mortal, since you woke up, come with me to see Ancestor Wuji and Patriarch Yan Zhenqing."

In a quiet courtyard, Qinglin saw Zao Wou-Ki and Yan Zhenqing who were drinking tea, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed:

"Thank you for saving your life"

Yan Zhenqing smiled slightly and said, "If you want to thank this Bodhi (Zao Wou-Ki) patriarch beside me, he was once the crown prince of your Zhao Kingdom and the sixth abbot of Focimen."

Legend has it that 1,300 years ago, there was a prince of Zhao State, Zao Wou-ki, who worshiped the Immortal Gate, but more than 1,000 years have passed, so why does he still look so young?

Qing Lin peeked at Zao Wou-Ki, and saw that he was tall, with black hair and a shawl, and a handsome appearance, like an old monster who had lived for more than a thousand years.

Moreover, he is also an abbot of the Buddha Sect Ancestor!

"Monk Qinglin, thank you to the prince (abbot) for saving your life"

"There is no prince here, what abbot, you can call me Bodhi Patriarch or Zao Wou-Ki Zhenren, the wound on your chest has stopped bleeding, but it has left a scar, I asked Li Xuanlin's nephew to get some scar removal powder for you, and you can go down the mountain today." ”

Qinglin hurriedly kowtowed to Zhao Wou-Ki and said respectfully: "Bodhi (Zao Wou-Ki) Patriarch, the disciple wants to worship under your door and practice immortal arts!"

"You want to cultivate the truth, why?" said Zao Wou-Ki, staring at Qing Lin.

"Since I was a child, I heard that there was a big war between Zhao and Yan, I was an abandoned baby, I was picked up by my master on Qinglin Mountain, my dream is to have the strength to defend the motherland, and to have the strength to make Buddhism drift across the ocean! I want to make the world peaceful and the world healthy!"

"If you're here for this, then go back, I thought the same way back then, but, hehe, the purpose in my heart is too simple, you are in the Hengyue Sect, in the cruel cultivation realm, you can't survive. ”

As soon as these words came out, Qing Lin trembled, but still replied to Zao Wou-Ki with firm eyes:

"I want those who are high and arrogant to no longer look down on the people of our Zhao Kingdom, and no longer have any discrimination against monks. ”

When Zao Wou-ki, who was originally determined, heard this sentence, his heart was shocked, and he was very disdainful of what Qinglin said before, but when this sentence was said, how could it not be what he had said thousands of years ago?

"I want those who are high and arrogant to no longer look down on the people of our Zhao Kingdom, and no longer have any discrimination against monks. ”

Seeing Qinglin who was kneeling on the ground at this moment, Zao Wou-Ki seemed to see the high-spirited self who had just started thousands of years ago.

Although he had already recognized Qinglin at this moment, Zao Wouji's face was still flat, and he said coldly: "Hmph! You remember, cultivators must not interfere in grievances between mortals!"

"It's an iron law!"

With that, he stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the house.

"Bodhi Patriarch ......"

Qinglin looked at Zhao Wouji's figure unwillingly, his hands clenched tightly, and he said in his heart: "Master, I'm sorry, the apprentice didn't get the opportunity to enter the immortal gate......"

At this moment, Qinglin is very confused about the future, he can't go back to the temple before he is thirty years old, he knows his master's temper.

"Silly boy! Senior Brother Zhao didn't refuse, but agreed. You still don't want to thank Master!" Yan Zhenqing smiled on the side, he knew in his heart that this Qinglin's qualifications were mediocre, but what he just said deeply touched Zhao Wouji, after all, this junior brother was once the crown prince of Zhao State. Now that Yan Guo has invaded Zhao State on a large scale, and the young man in front of him is Zhao State, a descendant of Focimen, no matter what, Zhao Wouji can't bear to refuse.

After a while, Qinglin reacted and kowtowed a few times to Zao Wou-ki's back. He said loudly: "Disciple, thank you master for taking it in!"

Yan Zhenqing smiled bitterly in his heart, this is really a simple child, with his heart, entering this great Hengyue faction, I really don't know if it is a blessing or a disaster.

"Don't be stunned, come with you Senior Brother Li Xuanlin to the Enlightenment Academy to get the cultivation jade slip"

Since the establishment of the mountain gate of the Hengyue Sect, the Enlightenment Institute has been set up, so that the disciples who are just starting can get token clothes and spirit stones, and most importantly, this place can test the cultivation talent and spiritual power of the new disciples.

Every ten years, the Hengyue Sect will select disciples with excellent qualifications from the countries of the Middle Earth Continent to get started, and in order to better test the potential of cultivation, a large piece of Immortal Test Stone is specially placed in the hall of the Enlightenment Academy. As long as the person participating in the test places his hand on it, the test stone will show the tester's spiritual root level.

However, the matter of cultivation is extremely demanding on qualifications, and there are so many geniuses in the world who can barely pass the test. But immortality and stepping into the immortal path are too tempting for mortals. Therefore, in the past few hundred years, there have been royal families from all over the world, or wealthy families and chaebols have come to pay tribute to all kinds of rare treasures, in order to be able to send outstanding children in the family into the sect to cultivate the truth, even if they can only get a place for an outer disciple, it is already a great honor.

At this moment, in the hall of the Enlightenment Academy, there is a huge immortal test stone, Li Xuanlin looked at Qinglin, and said softly: "It seems that the Enlightenment Academy occupies a huge weight in the Hengyue Sect, but in fact, it is dispensable, the purpose of his existence is to let those rich and noble children enter the Hengyue Sect, give them a false name for them to cultivate, and the purpose of the existence of this Enlightenment Academy is this." ”

"I see, senior brother, there is a princess who is walking with me, his name is Zhao Min, known as the princess of Nancheng, she ......" said, Qinglin's eyes contained a trace of anger.

Li Xuanlin interrupted Qinglin and replied: "There is no difference between princesses, she is here as an ordinary cultivator, you are his senior brother, as long as he passes the trial of the Immortal Gate, he will be an outer disciple." ”

"And you are an inner disciple, a personal disciple of Master Zao Wou-ki......"

Saying that, Li Xuanlin walked forward slowly with Qinglin, and met the disciples of the Enlightenment Academy, those disciples hurriedly greeted them, and saw that Li Xuanlin was carrying a mortal beside him, and these disciples were all puzzled.

"Could it be that Yan Zhenqing has recruited another disciple?"

"This person is so lucky, Patriarch Yan Zhenqing is one of the top ten masters in the Central Plains Cultivation Capital!"

"I don't think so, this boy is wearing a monk's robe, there is no trace of aura on his body, and he doesn't look like the heir of a big family at all. ”

Qing Lin and Zao Wou-Ki ignored these gatekeepers at all, crossed the threshold, and entered the hall of the Enlightenment Academy.

In the main hall of the Enlightenment Temple, there was an old man resting on a rocking chair, he heard footsteps, and said impatiently: "Didn't I say it......?

"Hehe, Elder Chen, don't come unharmed!"

The old man opened his eyes and saw that it was Li Xuanlin, and the impatience in his eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by flattery and flattery, "It turned out to be Master Li's nephew, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

When Elder Chen saw that he was the eldest disciple of Patriarch Yan Zhenqing, his attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees in an instant.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, my tutor asked me to do it for you"

"Really, Patriarch Yan Zhenqing still remembers old age?"

Although Elder Chen knew that most of the words in Li Xuanlin's mouth were polite, he had to know who Yan Zhenqing was!

Although Yan Zhenqing said that he did not have an official position in the Hengyue faction, it was because he didn't want it, if he wanted it, not to mention whether the head could achieve it, in short, the deputy head was more than enough.

And now that such a "great god" had asked his disciple to take his place, Elder Chen was naturally overjoyed, and felt that his identity and status in the Hengyue Sect had become more stable.

"I don't know what to do with my nephew, what is the matter of looking for old decay?"

Elder Chen's title for Li Xuanlin has also changed from a nephew to a beloved nephew, more about relationships, he saw Qinglin behind Li Xuanlin, and after investigation, he found that this boy had no spiritual power and was a mortal.

Could it be ......?

"I'll take this boy to test his spiritual power, and by the way, I'll send out the inner disciple's clothes and their tokens. ”

Elder Chen asked suspiciously, "Ling Master's new apprentice?"

"It's Zao Wou-Ki's new apprentice......"

It doesn't matter if you don't say it, when you say this, Elder Chen's mouth is long, and he looks at Qinglin like he is looking at a monster. Qing Lin, as a party concerned, was also confused, he looked at Elder Chen's surprised expression, and the degree of opening his mouth was as if he wanted to eat himself.

What? Are you saying that Senior Brother Zao Wou-Ki actually accepted him as a disciple?"

At this moment, Elder Chen's heart was extremely shocked, who was Zao Wou-Ki? If Yan Zhenqing was the pinnacle of the Hengyue Sect, then Zao Wou-Ki was a legend. In less than a hundred years of entry, he had successfully reached the eighth level of qi refining, and then it took him another hundred years to reach the Great Perfection realm of the Qi cultivation period, and the tenth level of qi training! Now I am afraid that there are already signs of breaking through the foundation building. The speed of this kind of cultivation, except for the Tianxuan Sect's water flowing eastward ten thousand years ago, I am afraid that no one in the entire Central Plains Continent can compare.

However, although this Zhao Wuji is a genius, he is arrogant, except for Yan Zhenqing, who is in the same door, he has hardly communicated with others over the years, and it is such a thousand-year-old ice that he has accepted a disciple today.

"Yes, after so many years, Senior Uncle Zhao is finally willing to accept disciples, and he has to trouble Elder Chen to distribute the identity jade plate of the inner disciple and the corresponding cultivation exercises to Senior Brother Qinglin. ”

"Haha, it's easy to say, it's the old man's business. Qinglin's nephew, you come with me. ”

Elder Chen took Mo Xiaolou to the immortal test stone and told him how to use it, since the spiritual root attributes of each cultivator are different, and the exercises they cultivate are also different, so the new cultivators must first determine what level the spiritual root is.

Elder Chen was also very curious, what kind of talent and how strong the person who was favored by Zao Wou-Ki was!

Qinglin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hesitantly put his hand on the test stone, and in an instant, the test stone burst out with dazzling light, and then ......

The light was extinguished......

Qinglin's eyebrows furrowed, and he put his hand on the test stone again, and the test stone rekindled a glimmer of light......

But the light seems to be blown by the wind and then extinguished......

"What's the situation?" Li Xuanlin had some questions

"According to the test of the immortal stone, the master and nephew are inferior spirit veins, spirit veins, inferior ......"

"In that case, you can give the exercises and cheats that the inferior spiritual vein cultivators need to cultivate to Senior Brother Qinglin......"

Sighing helplessly, when Elder Chen fetched something for Qinglin, the entire Enlightenment Academy began to make an uproar.

"Why, this waste monk can become the apprentice of Patriarch Zao Wou-ki!"

"Lao Tzu didn't say anything about the spiritual vein!"

"Fuck off, I'm a low-grade immortal vein, and I can only be an outer disciple, and his lowest-grade spiritual vein has become a personal disciple of the ancestor!"

Boom!

Li Xuanlin slammed on the ground, glared at everyone, and said fiercely: "If you don't accept ......"

"You can also talk to me!"

Suddenly, the entire Enlightenment Academy was silent, and they knew that they could not afford to offend Li Xuanlin............

And Li Xuanlin also struggled a little in his heart, he boasted that he was the Tianjiao of the Hengyue faction, and when he did not worship Yan Zhenqing, he also consulted Zao Wou-ki, but Zao Wou-Ki just smiled faintly and introduced himself to Yan Zhenqing. Could it be that there is something about this Qinglin's body that attracts Zao Wou-Ki, maybe he has some rare treasures that can help Zao Wou-ki?

After a while, Elder Chen gave Qing Lin the clothes and tokens, and after Qing Lin took them, he was about to leave the Enlightenment Academy with Li Xuanlin.

"Hey, dead monk, you're not dead?"

At the moment when he stepped out of the threshold, a harsh word came into the ears of Qinglin and Li Xuanlin, and the two turned back almost at the same time.

"Nancheng Princess?"

Qinglin clenched his fists violently, looked at the woman, and said through gritted teeth.

The woman in front of her was the princess of Nancheng who ordered her subordinates to shoot arrows to kill her that day, the royal family who could play with her life and the palm of her hand, but now seeing the enemy, Qinglin sneered, and listened to Senior Brother Li Xuanlin, this woman's current identity and status ......

It doesn't seem to be as tall as oneself......

"That arrow didn't kill you?"

The woman smiled, completely ignoring the terrifying and surprised expression of his master, Elder Chen, and the condensation of the air around her.

"Arrow wounds, thrown from the carriage......"

"Senior Brother Qinglin, you ......"

Li Xuanlin looked at Qinglin thoughtfully, and was about to speak, but saw Qinglin's frozen and angry face.

"I'm not dead, I'm alive and well, what's wrong?, are you stopping me?" Qinglin replied.

"Do you deserve to come to the Enlightenment Academy, dead monk, get out before I kill you"

"Do you know what this place is?"

"This is the Enlightenment Academy, only beginner disciples can come in, do you know who I am? I am the personal disciple of the Great Elder of the Enlightenment Academy, Chen Kai!"

Saying that, Zhao Min, the princess of Nancheng, slowly walked in front of Qinglin, looked at Li Xuanlin beside Qinglin, and said with some disdain:

"Why haven't I seen you as a disciple, don't you want to mess around in the Enlightenment Academy......?"

"Why don't you kick this shit out of here?"

"Heh......"

Li Xuanlin touched the sword in his waist, pulled it out suddenly, controlled it in the air with aura, pointed at Zhao Min, and said sarcastically: "I really don't want to mix in the Enlightenment Academy!"

"Look for death!"

"Master, kill him!"

As soon as he heard Li Xuanlin's words, Zhao Min's face turned red, turned to look at his master, and said angrily.

But when he saw it, his master had already knelt down, his face was flushed with anger, he pointed at Zhao Min, and shouted angrily......

"Fuck off, I don't fucking know you!"

Chen Kai was almost mad, although he claimed to be one of the eight chiefs of the Hengyue faction, but the chief was just a pseudonym, which is why the disciples called themselves elders and not the chief, strictly speaking, his official position was a pseudonym arranged by the sect for the disciples of the sect who were stagnant in cultivation, comforting them, and Chen Kai knew that his pseudonym was wanted by many people, after all, it was "one of the eight chiefs" Where is it, and now if you offend Yan Zhenqing, then you are basically wasted, but Li Xuanlin is still good to discuss in this regard, if you offend Zhao Wouji, let alone scrap, the consequences will be more serious than being disabled!

And this disciple of his own who had just received the pen was obviously going to be a disciple of Zao Wou-ki!

"Beloved nephew, you listen to my explanation, I ......"

Li Xuanlin smiled sarcastically......

"Elder Chen, if you don't handle this matter well, I'm afraid that the position of the Great Elder of the Enlightenment Academy will be replaced......"

..............................

Princess Nancheng looked at her kneeling master, as if she hadn't reacted yet, she still pointed at Qinglin a little arrogantly, and said loudly in confusion: "Master, he's just a waste monk, what's wrong?"

Princess Nancheng is proud of her noble status, and now she sees that three days ago, this so-called waste monk did not die, and it seems that she also got the consent of her master to come to the Enlightenment Academy, so she naturally wants to scold him twice, if the master allows, it is okay to kill him secretly

But now that Li Xuanlin has been killed halfway, it really makes the princess of Nancheng angry, she has been self-respecting and self-loving since she was a child, and she is extremely arrogant, although she was sent by the royal family to the Hengyue faction to cultivate immortals, but her identity and status cannot be underestimated by others!

He thought that he had given him a lot of face by telling Li Xuanlin to help him kick Fei Qinglin, and he should feel extremely honored and proud to talk to the princess, but he didn't know his own mind!

"Ahhh

At this moment, Chen Kai was so angry that Chen Kai, who couldn't stand it anymore, poured spiritual power into his right palm, walked in front of Princess Nancheng, and slapped it violently.

The princess of Nancheng only cultivated the first layer of qi, but under the monks of the eighth layer of qi training, she only had the share of being fanned.

With a "snap", the spiritual power wrapped Chen Kai's palm and slapped directly into the face of Princess Nancheng......

The princess of Nancheng was fanned three meters away, and finally smashed into a stone, whether she was dead or alive, and her whereabouts are unknown......

Qing Lin looked at all this, sneered sarcastically for a long time, and finally turned around and went to his room with his cultivation cheats and clothes.

It is said that people who practice Buddhism are kind and compassionate, but Qinglin found that under that arrow, he changed himself too much...... Let yourself see through too much and grow too much......