Zhen Yuan has filled all the water tanks in the firewood room, and the big bamboo basket where the firewood is placed is also full of fragments of dry wood, Zhen Yuan is sitting next to the firewood pile, holding a firewood knife in one hand to split the thick wood at the mouth of the bowl into sections of firewood, and holding a volume of scriptures in the other hand is reciting with relish, as if there is some earth-shattering treasure in these seemingly boring scriptures.

Touching the innate stone fetal treasure jade in his chest, Zhen Yuan only felt a sense of tranquility in his heart.

With the flickering of the stone fetus jade, he was originally thin and could swing the wood knife down, and then cut the thick wood of the bowl in two.

Even when he read the concentration, Zhen Yuan always felt a cool breath pouring into his body from the Baihui acupoint above his head.

As for what these cool qi are, Zhen Yuan can be regarded as having some understanding of the scriptures these days, this is the ubiquitous aura between heaven and earth, as long as he forms a circulation of aura in his body, he can become a first-order witch cultivator.

The small door of the firewood room was pushed open with a creak, and Zhen Yuan looked up, but saw that the senior brother Zhen Xie of the same door walked towards him with two big white steamed buns in his hands, wearing a purple jade crown on his head and a peachwood rune sword pinned to his waist, with his rather handsome face, he really looked like a wizard.

"Zhen Yuan! You are reading the witch scriptures again!" Zhen Xie put two big white steamed buns in front of Zhen Yuan, and then said to Zhen Yuan.

Zhen Yuan carefully put the scripture in his hand on the pyre on the side, and then said to Zhen Evil: "I have read this witch scripture thirty times, and I have already memorized it backwards, can you find any other witch scripture?"

Zhen Xie picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into Zhen Yuan's hand, then shook his head and said: "The witch scriptures in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion are not allowed to be taken out, and this "Spirit Witch Law Scroll" is still borrowed by me from Zhenlong, hey! You are punished to work as a coolie in this firewood room, and there is no way to go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to watch the witch scriptures, and I am afraid that the examination school in half a year will not be easy!"

Zhen Yuan pinched the steamed bun in his hand, and then realized that he was already hungry, so he couldn't help but pick up the steamed bun and bite it in a big bite, biting one side and saying to Zhen Xie: "It's okay." Didn't you memorize all the witchcraft scriptures you've read? It's the same if you come and recite them to me!"

His eyes returned to the scripture in his hand again, and the reason why he repeatedly pinched and recited the witch scripture lent to him by Zhen Xie was because he felt not only the meaning of the scripture in the scripture, but also the comprehension of the scripture that the person who copied the scripture inadvertently revealed between the lines of the Tao Sutra.

Perhaps in the eyes of the real masters. These realizations are nothing, but they are indeed very valuable to Zhen Yuan.

"Zhen Yuan! Now, Zhen Yuan, do you think we will become the same characters as Senior Brother Zhen Tian?" Zhen Xie lay in the pyre, not caring at all about the gorgeous purple jade crown on his head and the rough firewood ping-pong together.

Jin Won's pupils shrank.

The town was born with witch bones, and his understanding was overwhelming, so he entered the Wuzhuang Temple and locked himself in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. For three months and a half, he couldn't get out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and after three months, he stepped into the sky, got out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, laughed three times, and said a sentence of 'the Tao is like silk' to realize the avenue, and he actually jumped directly to the realm of practicing qi, and the foundation of the twenty-eight qi was successfully built.

This can already be called the fate of heaven.

Such a genius is also destined to ascend to the path of the witch god.

Also in the assessment half a year later, this Zhentian senior brother will be accepted as a disciple by the Yang Soul Realm's master Chiyue Zhenren, and pass on his Supreme Dao "Earth True Law", this world-level peerless learning.

When I first heard about the deeds of this senior brother Zhentian. Zhen Won was also shocked. At the same time, it is also full of all kinds of envy and jealousy.

Wuzhuang Guan can only be regarded as an upper-medium sect in the Southern Wilderness region, and the characteristic of the sect is to use witchcraft to conclude contracts with various natural spirits, and with the help of natural spirits' sensitivity to aura, enhance the speed of cultivation.

However, it is also because the qualifications and lives of each disciple are linked to the natural spirit spirit that concludes the contract, and it is easy to be caught by others.

Facing the water tank at the entrance of the small courtyard, Zhen Yuan combed his hair, stabilized the wooden hairpin on his head, and then straightened his old wrinkled robe

"Zhen Yuan, are you ready?" In the next room, Zhen Xie was dressed in a brand new purple robe, which complemented his purple jade crown.

Zhen Yuan nodded towards Zhen Xie and said, "It's okay!"

After speaking, he took a deep breath and walked towards the gate of the small courtyard.

In the other rooms in the small courtyard, some children also came out one after another. They all cleaned themselves up neatly, but judging from the black marks on their eye sockets, they must not have slept last night.

In fact, Zhen Yuan didn't sleep all night. Today is the day of the assessment, after the assessment. You will enter the spiritual realm and choose your own contract partner, which is a matter of life.

Following the crowd, Zhen Yuan and Zhen Xie passed through the palaces and walked down the stairs that winded around the mountain towards the top of the mountain.

The location of the Wuzhuang Temple is not in this large complex of buildings, these palaces are just some of the dojos left in the world. The real Wuzhuang view can only be seen at the top of the mountain.

More than 300 boys formed a long serpentine shape and circled the steep winding stone path towards the top of the mountain, and there was no handrail on one side of the stone path, so that if you stretch out your feet, you can see the clouds and mist, and step on the empty mountain wind.

The more daring ones will look down the cliff, but the smaller ones will lie directly on the wall, and then the people behind them will push and move their feet up.

After about three hours, the trail came to an end, and more than three hundred boys stood at the top of the mountain, many of them almost out of breath but trying to make a light look, which was particularly comical on their childish faces.

"Wow! I'm tired of me!" a little boy with a long dark face, thick eyebrows and big eyes shouted loudly, which seemed particularly abrupt in the crowd.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, the long black boy sat on the ground wrapped in a dirty robe, and did not dislike the stone diaphragm butt on the top of the mountain.

Zhen Yuan tugged at Zhen Xie's robe, pointed at the black-faced boy and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

Zhen Xie glanced at the black-faced boy, and then replied: "He! His name is Zhen Mound, I heard that his ancestors have been tomb robbers for a living, and some time ago he dug out a piece of spiritual jade and presented it to a master in the temple, so that their family's only seedling was taken to Wuzhuang Guan as a reserve disciple!"

"Who's a thief? You're a thief! Your whole family is a thief!" the black-faced kid jumped up, then jumped in front of the demon and grabbed his shirt.

"Little thief, you let go!" Zhen Xie twisted his slightly thin body and said, although he said it in a loud voice, but after all, he was still just a child, and in the face of the fierce pounce of the black-faced little Taoist, his face inevitably showed a little fear.

"Suppress the mound! Suppress the evil spirits!"

A cold, somewhat hoarse voice said.

The crowd unconsciously dispersed with the voice.

Wearing a blue-gold robe, holding a lilac jade plaque, there is no crown on his head, but a row of seven jade-colored hairpins are inserted to spread his hair in layers, which looks a little elegant.

Looking at the young man who came out, everyone knew what it meant to be 'heroic and extraordinary'.

The long eyebrows that hung up like two daggers not only did not destroy the beauty of his face, but instead made the young man look heroic, with sword eyebrows flying.

What's even more peculiar is that there is a faint purple vertical mark in the middle of the young man's eyebrows.

Zhen Yuan has watched witches and various anecdotes these days, and naturally knows that this is a kind of anomaly in the legendary innate witch body, called the Thunder Pattern Heavenly Eye, it is said that once the lines of this eyebrow are opened, a purple heavenly eye will be derived from the center of the eyebrows, which can control the world's strange thunder. (To be continued.) )

PS: I didn't want to introduce the plot of Zhen Yuanzi so early, but due to the severe cold, I was still groggy all day today, and the whole person was very unenergetic, and I was afraid that there would be too many omissions if I wrote the main line, and I couldn't write it exciting. Therefore, I can only write a few chapters of the side plot first. Of course, you can still read it, I hope I'm confused, don't write too badly. If it's really bad, go to the book review area and scold it!

Yesterday was interrupted for a day, helpless, I was going to make up for it today, but my body didn't listen to the call, and the code word was difficult. The supplement can only be postponed slightly!

Thank you, please be more inclusive!