Fang Yan walked out of the square in despair, Fang Tong was confused, and asked one after another, but Fang Yan just walked with his head down. Fang Tong was already wonderful, but the dialect made Fang Tong even more anxious, and he refused to say it after asking a few times, so he had to accompany him carefully all the way.

When he arrived at the inn, he still didn't say a word in the dialect, and sat at the table in a daze, his eyes blank and his demeanor blank. Fang Tong was so anxious that he didn't dare to ask loudly, and asked in a low voice, but Fang Yan always shook his head and refused to say anything, just said that he wanted to be alone and quiet. Where did Fang Tong dare to leave, he had to close the door and sit outside the door, his divine sense firmly locked on the dialect in the room.

For a whole day, Fang Yan didn't eat or drink, after all, he was young, where he had experienced such a cruel setback, and he completely crushed Fang Yan's self-confidence in an instant, and now all he was thinking about was that he would completely lose Feng'er now. Originally, although there were constant dangers during this period of time, it was smooth sailing in cultivation, and the confidence of the dialect along the way was about to burst, who knew that he was just thrown into the abyss in one fell swoop.

There is nothing cruel in the world than to give you great hope and a beautiful prospect, and then take it all away in an instant. Sitting until the middle of the night, Fang Tong waited quietly beside him, Fang Yan suddenly cried loudly with a "wow", and said to his father in a choked voice, Fang Tong's face also became very difficult, and finally another monk came out, but it was a desperate five spirit root, and the immortal path became very slim.

Although he was also sad, Fang Tong still comforted Fang Yan softly, after all, the immortal path is not the whole of life. For the next two days, the dialect was silent, changing from the usual calm appearance, and silently thinking about his thoughts alone. Fang Tong was afraid that something would happen to him, so he didn't go out, and kept accompanying him on the side.

In the evening, a few people were eating silently in the restaurant on the side, and then Fang Tong said tentatively, tomorrow is the time for some other small and medium-sized sects to recruit disciples, and the three days of the big sect draft have passed, and many of the remaining ones who have not been selected will sign up. Fang Yan unexpectedly nodded without thinking, his eyes gradually became firm, he raised his head and said, "I can also cultivate in the small sect tomorrow, as long as God gives me the immortal path, I will go out of a way." Father, be of good cheer. ”

Fang Tong was only slightly relieved at this time, and nodded heavily after a long time. Fang Yan's face was no longer tense, and he let out a long breath, which was indeed what he was thinking now. He said this today, and he will definitely do it in the future, after several mortal situations, he has survived by relying on his firm faith, he doesn't believe that since God has given him a fairy path, it will cut off his way forward, and there is also the blue orb against the sky, why can't he go against the sky and break the fate of the five spiritual roots.

The next day, Fang Yan went alone, not letting his father follow. When I arrived at the square, there were many fewer people than a few days ago, but there were only three or four thousand people, and there were dozens of small and medium-sized sects that recruited disciples. The eight major sects selected three or four thousand people, and many people left after losing the election, waiting for the draft next year, and some were hesitating to wait and see, and there were not many who were willing to join the small sects, especially the family disciples like Fang Yan.

Lihuomen is a small sect that has only been established for two or three thousand years, and it ranks low among these dozens of sects, and there are very few people who have signed up, only less than a hundred. dialect, and walked over to the back of the line. The whole square is not as noisy as a few days ago, only a few people are whispering, and it seems much quieter. Small sects also need to develop and inherit, but they can't compete with big sects, so they can only recruit disciples after they leave.

The number of people was small, and it was not long before it was the turn of the dialect, and the results of the test were not unexpected, causing the monk in charge to frown tightly. Linggen's qualifications are too poor, but his age and background are completely in line. When small sects choose monks, there are some things that are different from those of large sects, such as the big sects have more qualifications and talents, because they have ways to make their disciples loyal to the sect. And the small sect is also qualitative, but sometimes it is more people's background, a monk with a clean net worth is obviously more important to the inheritance of the sect, because these small sects generally only have a few inheritances, once they are obtained by people with unknown backgrounds, it will bring ruin to the sect, but no one in the big sect dares to do this, otherwise it is only themselves who will be destroyed.

Moreover, there are a large number of productive industries in the small sect, which are used to maintain the operation of the sect, and each monk has to bear some of it to a greater or lesser extent, and the family monks like Fang Yan have been more or less exposed to some knowledge in this area, and it is easier to get started, so it has always been the first choice for small sects to recruit disciples. As for those medium-sized sects, they have different orientations, some focus on qualifications, some have worldliness, and some focus on a certain aspect of talent, and so on.

The monk who tested was in his fifties, with gray temples, and was also a monk in the Qi cultivation period, and after thinking for a long time, he asked a little embarrassedly: "Little brother, this time the sect mainly recruits outer disciples, and the number of places is limited, but there is no limit to servant disciples, I don't know what you think?"

"Servant disciple, that's not the same as Fang Ye, I'm a monk. Fang Yan was a little reluctant, so he returned: "Senior, although his qualifications are inferior, he is also a monk, can't he join the outer gate?"

"Hehe, brother doesn't know, I'm different from other sects, it's a productive sect, the first thing is talent and understanding, and it's not too qualitative. The inner disciples are all people who have obtained various spiritual masters, and the outer disciples generally have the qualifications of spiritual disciples, and the monks who have never practiced the way of spiritual masters such as the cultivation of pill weapons generally serve as servant disciples first, and then slowly improve after learning something, if they can be admitted to the spiritual master and spiritual disciples, they can be promoted immediately. As there were few of them, the old monk patiently explained in tongues.

"If that's the case, that's the way it is. Fang Yan didn't know if what he said was true or not, he had never been exposed to this kind of skill, even if he was fooled, he didn't know, thinking that he was going to join the sect anyway, and he caused some trouble in Yannan City, so he could hide his secret by changing the environment.

"That's great, I'll register my little brother, you can go back first and come here in two days. The old monk was also very pleased, the dialect was good, and he was not the kind of person who messed around.

Fang Tong waited in the inn, came back in less than an hour, and hurriedly asked what was going on. The tongues told him the truth, and there was nothing to hide.

"There's nothing wrong with servant disciples, as long as you cultivate diligently, you can also be promoted. Yan'er, my father has always thought that you are a person with good luck, so you have always been riddled with good luck and bad luck, as long as you can be cautious, seek good fortune and avoid evil, and you may not be able to achieve something. Fang Tong is more thorough in dialect, and one sentence dispelled all kinds of concerns about dialects.

"Yes, father, the child wrote it down. Fang Yan nodded earnestly.

"Okay, let's go celebrate at noon, how can you say that you have also joined the sect. Fang Tong said happily, Fang Tong was sincerely happy to be able to get out of depression.

For the next two days, everyone was relaxed, wandering around the city and buying a little bit of what they needed from time to time. The father and son carefully sold a lot of things, and the spirit stones on their bodies were almost more than 10,000, and they bought some higher-priced pills and a few high-grade talismans, and the two of them also bought a medium-grade defensive magic weapon. Fang Tong bought a small shield, while Fang Yan's was a jade plate, and the other attacking magic weapons flying swords chose two high-quality magic weapons among the magic weapons he obtained. In fact, dialect also has one of the biggest killer features, that is, the small sword rune treasure, but unfortunately the spiritual power required to stimulate it is too great, and now he can't use it at all.

In the past two days, dialects have also bought a lot of spiritual grass seeds, as long as they don't have dialects, they will buy them, regardless of whether they know them or not. Later, even Fang Tong was puzzled, and couldn't help but ask, but the dialect just deduced that it would be used in the division in the future.

On the afternoon of the last day before leaving, Fang Yan was going to the inn to take a rest, and Fang Tongdu was already saying hello to the inn and would check out tomorrow. Many of the stalls in front of the inn were sold on this last day, just like the tail market in a mortal bazaar, which became very noisy, and the noisy dialect could not rest at ease. Fang Yan simply stood up and walked downstairs, what a bargain.

Many of the stalls on both sides have lost many things, and some have put up a small banner with various big sales and the like, which has attracted a lot of onlookers to buy for a while. Dialect, there are no good things, just wandering around for a quarter of an hour, buying a few spirit grass seeds that are not available and preparing to leave.

Suddenly, the blue beads in the sea of knowledge trembled, and the dialect almost turned around and ran away, since the bead settled in the sea of dialects, there had never been such a strange movement. Fang Yan was a little curious, what attracted the interest of this bead, walked back and forth, and found that it was a small stall set up by a middle-aged monk, and the bead reacted very strongly when he arrived here.

Fang Yan stood in front of the stall, his expression was indescribably strange, there were nothing good, only a small amount of animal skins and bones, contained in an earthy yellow plate with a broken horn, just a few simple things, what was really good. The beads trembled even more violently, as if begging for a tongue.

Fang Yan had no choice but to squat down and hold it in his hand the same, as if he was appreciating it one by one, and the stall owner was also confused, just this little tattered and still lowered to the broken plate one by one in his hand, and the beads trembled violently, almost shaking Fang Yan. It's this thing, and I don't know what it is, but the beads are obviously not mortal, and none of the things in those storage bags have been beaded yet.

"Make a price, I'll take it. Fang Yan looked like a young master and pointed to these things.

"A hundred spirit stones, Daoist friends take them. The stall owner said carefully, not knowing what was in his mind.

"Hehe, Brother Dao really dares to make a price, just these things are more than twenty spirit stones. ”

"I'm afraid what is it for Daoyou, if you want it, just take a hundred spirit stones. The middle-aged stall owner was a master, and said observantly. Fang Yan was suddenly shocked, but he didn't dare to show anything on the surface, the opposite side was really an old bird, and he was still too tender.

"Thirty spirit stones, if you sell them, I'll take them, and if you don't sell them, forget it. After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he couldn't fall on his trap at this time.

"Daoyou is young, it's really powerful, forget it, I don't know what you are, just sell it to Daoyou. The man sighed, took the cover on the ground, and handed it to the tongues. Taking out thirty spirit stones, Fang Yan put things into the storage bag with a blank face.

After a casual stroll, Fang Yan returned to the inn. When I returned to the room, I found an opportunity where there was no one around, and threw the broken plate into the blue bead space.

The next day, Fang Tong sent Fang Yan to the place where he left the fire gate, and waited until Fang Yan stepped on the flying boat from the fire gate, and Fang Tong said goodbye to him.

It was a medium-sized flying boat, and dozens of people were seated in it, led by a monk from the foundation building period, who was driving the flying boat at this time, and flew all the way to the southwest unhurriedly.

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