Mythological origin

Chapter 5 The Five Elements
Early the next morning.

Bai Mo also followed the others to the entrance trial site of Qixuanmen, a steep slope outside the Feixia Mountains.

Originally, he planned to leave the night before, just find an honest sect to take him in, and then wait for 200 years to restore his cultivation to invincible in this world.

Join an unremarkable sect in a mediocre manner, and live a mediocre life for 200 years, practicing every day like clocking in.

There are no waves, no storms, no fighting, and no need to compete for resources.

With his previous Daoist cultivation base, there will be no bottlenecks in re-cultivating to the state of transforming gods, which is the peak of the mortal world.

But in the end, Bai Mo still did not choose this route.

Because he saw an interesting person.

That was the boy, Han Yu, who begged Dr. Mo to leave with his "brother" yesterday.

On Han Yu's body, there is a huge amount of luck lingering, which is like the treatment of a son of a plane.

Although in the mortal world and even in most of the spiritual world, there is basically no related inheritance knowledge, but in the Daochen Immortal World, there are systematic records and inheritances of techniques related to luck.

Everyone has luck, which is an existence that cannot be perceived by naked eyes or spiritual thoughts alone. Only monks at the level of true immortals, who have cultivated eyes and immortal skills through special methods, can barely detect and control luck. .

According to the theory of Daochen Xianjie, people's luck is divided into internal luck and external luck, both of which are essentially describing one's ability to influence the world.

Among them, internal movement is highly related to cultivation, because it represents the influence on the world that one can actively control.

The high-ranking monk punched down, and the sky fell apart.

The mortal punched down, and there was a mark on the ground.

This is the influence that can be actively controlled by the owner.

Sinotrans, on the other hand, is an invisible influence that cannot be actively controlled by the owner.

For example, in every treasure hunt, in the end, all the competitors in the same industry died for no reason, and only those who were lucky enough to get the treasure returned.

That guy Han Yu's internal luck is not worth mentioning, but his external luck is extremely surging. If you go with him, if you are an enemy, you will have all kinds of bad luck, and if you are a friend, you will have all kinds of luck.

And this kind of thing, even Han Yu himself can't control it, he can only bear it passively.

It's not that Bai Mo wants to take advantage of the other party's good luck to seek something for himself.

The main reason is that he seems to have smelled the scent of an acquaintance in Han Yu's foreign fortune, and wanted to follow up to confirm whose handwriting it was.

In many cases, if the external luck of ordinary monks in the Daochen Immortal Realm is too prominent, far exceeding the internal luck, it is actually not a very happy thing, because the high probability just means that it has been clearly arranged by a certain big man...

……

"Listen up, everyone!" A hoarse voice like a duck's voice sounded from the side of the steep slope, interrupting Bai Mo's meditation.

"Your assessment task is to reach the top of the cliff before noon."

"Mountain climbing?" Bai Mo looked up.

After these two days of sorting out, he has now recovered to the strength equivalent to the fourth or fifth level of qi refining. This kind of mountain climbing activity that tests children's willpower is only a question of how far he can perform it.

"Okay, let's all pass the test." After a while, when the others were still thinking about which route to take up the mountain, the male-duck-voiced examiner suddenly shouted.

"???"

"What's the trouble?"

Under Mo Lao's express instructions, all the members passed the entry test without even going through the cutscene, saving even acting.

Then everyone was logically assigned to each other's sect.

Doctor Mo seems to have other plans for them.

"You have one year." He brushed his gray beard and said slowly.

"?"

"I have a set of formulas. In this year, if anyone can practice this formula to the fourth level, he can become my apprentice. If you can't practice it, you can go to the Foreign Affairs Hall to be a handyman disciple."

Doctor Mo took out a book and placed it in front of everyone.

It's a pity that few of these homeless teenagers can read, and they are blind when they look at it, let alone practicing, their expressions are uglier than crying.

Among the nine people, except for Bai Mo, only one can read. If the others want to practice, they have to learn to read first.

Mo Lao glanced at everyone's expressions and thought of this, so he said: "There is a place in the sect to teach people to read and write. You will also be treated as inner sect disciples within this year, and you don't need money."

"Also, this formula must not be passed on to the outside world, anyone who spreads it outside will die."

His tone was very flat, as if he was just crushing an ant to death.

……

"Five Elements Jue..."

Bai Mo only read it once, then wrote down the contents of the whole book, and found that it was a popular method in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Is he looking for someone who has spiritual roots and can cultivate immortals?"

"But the body's qi and blood are overdrawn like this, and it's hard to live for a few years, so what if you find someone with spiritual roots?"

Although Dr. Mo looked old, only Bai Mo knew that the other party's actual age was less than forty, and he turned into such a ghostly appearance because of a lack of energy and blood for some reason.

"Could it be possible that you still want to take away the cultivator as a mortal?"

Bai Mo himself is a remnant soul, facing this situation, his first reaction is to seize the house.

However, the success rate of mortals seizing an immortal cultivator in the Qi refining period is very slim.

……

After Old Man Mo handed over the Five Elements Jue to the nine of them, he never cared about them again, even ignoring their respective cultivation progress.

There is only one calendar to remind the teenagers how much time they have left.

……

"Six months have passed since the one-year deadline... I'm still only on the first floor. Without Mo Lao's care, life with my sister will be much more difficult in the future."

Every time Han Yu was upset, he would habitually circle around behind the Qixuan Gate.

When he came to Qixuanmen with his younger sister in disguise, it was rare for him to live a peaceful life for half a year.

With the care of Dr. Mo, they have always enjoyed the benefits of inner disciples.

After this period of understanding, he is very clear that the handymen in the outer sect of Qixuanmen do chores for at least five or six hours a day, and their salary is very low.

Compared with eating and drinking enough now, and not having to do anything, just concentrate on practicing, it is absolutely one day at a time.

"I don't want to lose my life now!"

Han Yu became angry for no reason, and kicked something that looked like a stone on the ground with his feet to vent his anger.

But with this kick, he found that he seemed to have kicked an iron plate. The pain caused him to sit on the ground, clutching his red toes.

"What is this?"

After the pain subsided a bit, he turned his head to look at the appearance of the culprit.

A vial half buried in the soil.

(End of this chapter)