long night walk

Chapter 750 Gu Chi
"No one plows the barren land, but when it is plowed there are people fighting for it."

The old Taoist laughed, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "Just now you kept saying that Tianxi is a place of rules, but I see, you boy, you act without restraint and go along with the wind.

Just now the child's mother knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. You said that I am not a doctor, and life and death have been dismissed lightly. Now, the little brother is calling me happily. It is also extremely generous. "

"What about the boundary of White Camel Mountain? The Tianxi Sword Sect is a well-known and authentic school, and this boy has not sold himself to Tianxi. Why, is it possible that you still want to force him to stay?"

Fan Hong had no choice but to smile bitterly. If he were someone else, he would not dare to mock Tianxi disciple so wantonly in front of everyone in Baituo Mountain.

But the old Taoist priest in front of him is real Bai Ling, a master of a generation, and the head of a first-class immortal sect.

Even the lord suzerain has invited the master of the spiritual temple three times to stay in the worldly master who is the elder guest of the white camel.

In front of this old Taoist priest, an insignificant outer disciple like Fan Hong really has no right to speak.

He could only nod his head repeatedly, and said in a respectful voice: "But today is the day when my sect opened the mountain gate, and this child was brought here by his father for the purpose of worshiping the Tianxie. , I’m afraid it’s not easy to explain to the suzerain.”

"Don't use the sword master to suppress people!" The old Taoist said with no fear on his face, "It's true that this child has a high-grade spiritual root, but it is a high-grade respected medicinal spirit root. A great achievement in art.

Tianxi majored in the art of fighting swords, and the two attributes conflicted. Even if he entered the Tianxi Sword Sect, he would at most be an inner disciple who could not achieve high enough or low enough in the future, Qi Dafei. "

How could Fan Hong be willing to lose such a rare high-grade spiritual root from him? At this moment, he was very annoyed by the nosy Bai Lian.

He gritted his teeth secretly, forced a smile on his face, and said: "Sovereign Lord always cherishes talents, if he..."

"If he's here—" the old Taoist cast his eyes and said coldly, "You selfish person will be kicked out of the sect right away!"

Fan Hong's body froze suddenly!

The old Taoist sneered and said, "Master Sword Master loves talents, but he is a true gentleman who does not cheat in small places and does not steal in secrets. Why do you think your suzerain chose him from the mountain?
Is it to open up the mountain gate or to strengthen the Celestial Seal?neither!The heart of the sword master is all about the common people, the selection of the disciples today is not for self-interest, it is only in the glory of the righteous way! "

"If the sword master is here, it is precisely because he is a high-grade spiritual root that is one in a thousand, that he will not cut off his fortune for his own self-interest. With your short vision, I am afraid that you will not see a healing pharmacist who has entered the Tao. For the true meaning of the Immortal Gate Righteous Way?"

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In the gurgling stream, a man stood crossing the stream with his clothes hanging down. He had wide sleeves fluttering and held a large awl brush in his hand. The ink dripped from the tip of the pen, fell into the stream, and dissipated away.

This man's eyes are like bright stars, his waist is heavy and his temples are heavy, his bearing is extraordinary, and he swipes a large brush in his arms as gracefully as a dragon.

The cursive script of Wei stele that came out with a wave of a wolf's brush is like a dragon and a snake on the water. The iron draws a silver hook. The falling ink is black but not astringent.

Don't you see that the man is as bold as a mountain, and the storm is only in a moment. '

A line of large ink and wash characters converged in the stream and did not disperse. Between the strokes of the pen and ink, it showed a mighty frivolous sword spirit, which made the gurgling water have the potential to rush towards the five mountains and Guangling torrential rain.

The man's temple hair and clothes were all soaked, he stroked his hair and said with a light smile: "The old Taoist priest of Bailing Temple has a clever mouth, and he robs Tianxi openly, and he doesn't forget to flatter the suzerain. There is nothing wrong with Fan Dayi's awe-inspiring words, if this person is not let go, it will become our Tianxie's fault."

Yunrong was dressed in normal clothes, leaning against a tree with his sword in his arms, observing the ink sword energy seriously, and said indifferently: "Although the boy's spiritual root is good, he is not suitable for sword cultivation. Third senior brother, your accomplishments in the "Cao Zhuan Jian Shu" You have improved a lot, if you have free time, why not try the sword with me?"

Jing Kuang, who has the name of Kuangcao Sword, laughed and said: "If you don't try it, I don't know what kind of temperament my sister has suffered in the demon world this time, but it has a bit more murderous aura that I didn't have before. If I try it with you Jianlai, senior brother, I'm afraid I won't have time to sleep tonight."

There are carp jumping in the river, the silver hook cuts through the water surface, disturbing the spring wrinkle of the stream, a fisherman on the rocky bank of the stream, a man wearing a straw hat picks up his pole to catch the hook, and the koi that cannot escape while biting the bait is skillfully captured by him. Throw it back into the stream.

And that line of wild cursive ink calligraphy disappeared.

There is nothing unusual about throwing the hook to collect the bait and letting the fish return to the stream.

But the immovable mountain of cursive seal and sword script in the river was easily broken by this bait.

Jing Kuang's eyes fell on the white jade sword on the back of the man in the hat, and he said with a light smile: "It seems that among the six junior brothers, the Shanhe Sword has already achieved great success."

Six Swordswoman Pei gathered the collar that had slipped off to cover up the old broken wound on her neck, and looked down at the fish in the water.

"Spiritual root people are hidden in the sky, so they need to use the spirit stone as a supplement to get a glimpse of the quality of the spiritual root. The young man looks ordinary, but he can feel that this childish child is not vulgar in the crowd, but As far as this vision is concerned, it is also a manufacturable..."

Jing Kuang said: "Why didn't you say it all of a sudden?"

Six Swordswoman Pei turned her head and looked calmly at the woman under the tree: "Fourth Senior Sister, your Dao heart is messed up."

The thirteen swords of Tianxie each have their own strengths. In terms of spiritual perception, Ji Pei, who has broken through, should be the strongest. Although Jingkuang didn't notice that Yunrong's mood was different, since he said her mind was disturbed.

That must have been messed up.

"Oh?" Jingkuang's eyes suddenly became interesting, and he rubbed his chin and looked towards Yunrong: "This is really a miracle, everything is like a cloud, and all kinds of benefits are empty. Jianzhi will also have a moment of confusion ?”

Yun Rong frowned slightly, and said: "Water flows without sound, so you can find the joy of seeing silence in the middle of noisiness, your heart is just moving despite the mountains and rivers."

Six Swords Concubine Pei, however, ignored her mysterious and mysterious statement, and said mercilessly, "Does Fourth Senior Sister know that boy?"

Yun Rong looked indifferent, and turned his head to one side: "I don't know."

Ji Pei nodded, and said: "I think this young man is quite rooted, gentle and arrogant. Shen Zhan might as well accept him as a disciple. Simply your Shaoqing Peak is similar to Fourth Senior Sister's Quan Xuefeng. You have really bred a good sword embryo, and you will often try swords with Fourth Senior Sister in the future, and you can save yourself the trouble of being pestered by her nearby day and night."

On the bank of the stream, there suddenly appeared another slender figure. She was wearing the Cullinan school uniform, but she did not wear a sword at her waist, and she was holding an extremely thin golden embroidery needle in her hand.

The woman named Shen Zhan ranks eleventh, and her sword name is Fengyi, which is the same old sword of Qin as the Shanhe sword behind Ji Pei.

The woman walked barefoot among the streams, her embroidered shoes hanging indecently from her loops.

She looked at Ji Pei with a wry smile: "My Fengyi sword is not suitable for men to learn."

On the banks of the river in Yeyouli, there was a moment of silence.

The playful look in Ji Pei's eyes dissipated, and he hummed lightly, and stopped talking.

Shen Zhan lifted the hem of her skirt, sat down on the shore not too far from Ji Pei, raised her eyes to the sky, and said softly: "Han Qiuhe has no thoughts, driving snakes and hurting people, it is useless to harvest them."

Ji Pei flicked the fishing rod, his expression unchanged: "The visitor is not kind, just wait and see how things change."

Jing Kuang sighed: "The tall tree attracts ghosts and gods."

The voice is about to fall, the river sparkles under his feet, the surrounding area is silent, but there seems to be an ancient saying in the water, huge water drops break out of the stream, and quickly turn into ice beads, rolling away on the surface of the water .

Jing Kuang held the pen in his mouth, and the blood rushed!

He stared, his brows covered with a layer of frost and snow, sighed again, and said: "The monster in the Changqing Pavilion has been making a lot of trouble these days, Second Master Baqing must be very busy tonight. "

The Changqing Pavilion is one of the famous places of interest of Tianxi Sword Sect, and it is also the place where disciples practice regularly in the morning and evening.

Few people know that under the pavilion surrounded by mountains and rivers chasing the sunset, an ancient Chi is suppressed.

Chi Zhu, the dragon also.

Now in this continent, the true dragon has long been extinct, and it cannot be found anywhere in the world.

The dragon had nine sons, one of which was Chi.

Of course, this is just a legend. The sacred existence of the ancient Chi and the real dragon are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, and at most they contain the thin blood of the dragon family in their bodies.

But even so, with just that thin bloodline, it can be called the great demon of heaven and earth in ancient times, which made many immortals and buddhas tremble.

Six Swords Princess Pei 200 years ago, she practiced in Wudi in southern Xinjiang, and when she met this unique creature, she devoured people and devoured mountains there.

He fought to the death with this ancient Chichi for three years, and was almost forced to fall and break his sword. If it hadn't been for the coincidence that the King Youyin came to help him, this ancient Chichi might still be a disaster for another thousand years, and become a demon from refining evil spirits!

Afterwards, he brought the badly injured Gu Chi back to Tianxi Sword Sect, put it under the Evergreen Pavilion, and was guarded by Baqing, an ancient immortal beast who listened to the Dharma.

But tonight, there was another snake venom.

It's clearly a cold winter night, but in this cold forest and old mountain, there is a dark change, there is a scene of startling stings and sprouting, hundreds of insects are silently singing, and everything is shaking!

Thinking about it, among the group of disciples who worshiped at the mountain gate this year, someone might have started to think about this ancient chi.

In Fan Village in the outer mountains, Fan Hong couldn't twist his arms after all. Facing a generation of masters, how dare he continue to be arrogant.

In the end, the little boy was still taken in by the real Bo Ling.

The child's mother saw that the old Taoist priest was so powerful, and his ability to cure diseases and rescue disasters was even more superb. Even those Tianxi disciples respected him, and she was not stupid. She knew that the child in the family must have met by fate. nobleman.

I couldn't help crying with gratitude, and knelt on the ground to thank him a thousand times.

The weeds in the old Taoist priest's hand turned into a whisk, he waved the whisk lightly, looked at Bai Li'an with a smile, and said, "Young man, although I don't appreciate your fundamental aptitude, as an old Taoist, in terms of your demeanor and vision, it is absolutely incredible. You are not a vulgar person, do you have the willingness to worship under my sect."

A dozen or so outer disciples and Jiang Qianjin in the car were stunned when they heard this.

Although Boling Guan is not as good as the most prosperous immortal sect like Tianxi Sword Sect, it is still one of the few first-class sects in the world. The incense has been passed down for thousands of years, how can it accept disciples so casually?

At any rate, you should also check to see if this person has spiritual roots.

Otherwise, if he is just a mortal, or just a miscellaneous spiritual root, no matter how extraordinary his vision is, it will be difficult to achieve success after all.

Liu Qixue looked around curiously, looked at Bai Li'an and said with a smile: "This young master has good luck, although the Bo Ling temple is not big, but this real Bo Ling has a very protective nature, and he treats the disciples in the temple as if he doesn't care. If he is able to worship under Daoist sect, he will be a famous figure in the sect of Immortals in the future."

Jiang Yunqin was in a complicated mood, because she was able to worship the Celestial Seal through her spiritual roots, but there were many peerless geniuses in the Celestial Seal. With her soft heart, it would be a blessing to be an inner disciple.

But this young man was so lucky because of a trivial matter that he was accepted by the immortal as his disciple. Looking at this situation, he must be cultivated by Bai Ling Temple.

In terms of future prospects, he may not be worse than himself.

Thinking of this, she became more and more bored.

Regarding the old Taoist priest's invitation, Bai Lian smiled politely and said, "Thank you for your love, I'm just paying attention to Tianxi, I'm afraid I will disappoint the real person's good intentions."

He actually refused? !
Everyone was stunned. Seeing his calm and confident appearance, they couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea in their hearts.

Could it be that this young man wants to compete for a place in this Tianxie because he thinks that his body is rarer than the top-grade spiritual root? !

Fan Hong couldn't care less about the unhappiness that happened just now. If he was asked to select a top-grade spiritual root, it would be a great achievement, and a thousand high-grade spiritual roots would be more than enough.

Full of excitement and anticipation, he hurriedly invited Bai Lian to the altar to touch the glazed spirit ball.

Bai Lian glanced at him with a smile, but he didn't go. Instead, he walked around to the last line, folded his arms and said, "The rules of Tianxi Sword Sect are like a mountain, and the law cannot be broken. In order not to embarrass others, I still abide by the rules." Wait in line? Anyway, I am not sick, so I can afford to wait."

The more he puts on airs, the more people feel that he has gold in his sleeve and is confident.

Liu Qixue laughed loudly: "The ink in this young master's belly is really black."

Jiang Yunqin's mood was just like that of Fan Hong's at the moment, and he was flustered by Bailian's unreasonable behavior. He felt that this person was really arrogant to the extreme.

Fan Hong was slapped in the face one after another. Although he was anxious in his heart, he couldn't say anything more. As long as he was patient, he finally waited until Bai Li'an, the big rock in his heart was more stable.

He fiddled with the glazed spirit ball on the table, with a good attitude, and said with a smile: "I hope this little brother will not take it to heart when he seeks his job, is loyal to his job, and just now."

Bai Lian didn't answer, he raised his palm, and under the expectant eyes of the dozen or so outer disciples, he put his palm on the surface of the ball.

For a long time... there was no movement.

Fan Hong blinked blankly, looking a little silly.

The fellow disciple beside him also blinked, with a strange expression: "Is this spirit stone broken?"

There are thousands of people who come to participate in the selection today. Even if they are mortals with ordinary blood, even if they do not have spiritual roots, as the living beings among all living beings, their ordinary bodies will still contain the fresh spirits of the world. force.

Therefore, the glass ball will give some light response more or less.

There is no light at all, as if it has touched a dead object...

Maybe it was because of the great impact of the front-to-back gap, Fan Hong narrowed his eyes unwillingly and stared at the glazed spirit ball, trying to find a miracle.

The next moment, he twitched his eyelids, took a deep breath, and said, "The spirit stone is not broken."

He pointed to the glazed ball, his eyes returned to formulaic indifference: "It's gray."

In the center of the sphere, the color of the traces that have melted away is a gray and dark color, which blends with the night, so it is extremely difficult to find.

gray weather...

That is a spiritual root that is even more rubbish than a waste spiritual root.

This is even more desperate than those without spiritual roots. At least for mortals without spiritual roots, if there is a great chance to obtain a spiritual root with the same attributes, or to say that there are countless rare treasures mixed with heavenly materials, they may still be able to grow Lower spirit root.

But this gray aura is clearly the root of death.

The dead spirit roots are extremely stubborn, as deep-rooted as a stubborn stone. In other words, they occupy the latrine and do not shit. No matter how many immortal medicines and spirit grasses are thrown, it is useless, and it is even more impossible to change the spirit roots.

A doomed waste, brought into the sect is a waste of rations.

Immediately, the dozen or so outer disciples felt very unlucky.

The knot in Jiang Yunqin's heart was ironed out at once, she stretched her brows, and said with a light smile: "I should have good luck, but because of this overly proud heart, I lost the sesame seeds and the watermelon, and both ends fell apart." null."

Liu Qixue didn't understand why she, who had always been gentle and gentle, was so mean to this young man alone.

But although this is not pleasant to say, it is also reasonable.

Now, the immortal and old Taoist would not dare to accept him.

Fan Hong said indifferently: "It seems that this little brother has nothing to do with Tianxi and Bailing Temple."

There was no embarrassment on Bai Li'an's face, he withdrew his palm and stuck it into his sleeve.

The real Boling kindly resolved the embarrassment for him, and said: "The old Taoist is not a person who breaks his promise. Although the root of the dead spirit is difficult to become a Taoist, if you are willing to practice with me, the old Taoist can teach you the method of strengthening your body and prolonging your life, and teach you how to distinguish it. Practicing medicine and medicine is a unique creation in this world.”

Seeing the concern in the old Taoist priest's eyes, Bai Li'an couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart, even though he favored the boy because of his face.

He chuckled lightly and said, "True people are righteous, but Bai Ling Guan is indeed not suitable for juniors. My heart is still Tianxi."

Seeing that his words were so shameless, Fan Hong frowned, and because there was nowhere to vent his anger, he became more and more angry when he spoke: "Tianxi Sword Sect, don't accept trash!"

The remaining dozen or so outer disciples laughed loudly.

Jiang Yunqin also laughed and shook his head: "You bring shame on yourself."

There was no sign of humiliation on Baili'an's face, and he calmly took out a spirit lock bag inlaid with silver embroidered thread from his sleeve.

"I heard that there is another rule of Tianxi Sword Sect. If you participate in the selection of disciples, you can hand over a hundred resentful ghosts to pass the spiritual root examination."

"Huh?" Fan Hong couldn't help laughing, and looked at the spirit lock bag in his hand with a playful expression: "Do you think I will believe that a person with the root of death can subdue a hundred grudges?"

Resentful ghosts are not evil ghosts, resentful ghosts are all for disaster, and the evil spirit must have been brewing for at least 500 years before they can be resentful!
One hundred grieving ghosts, that is the amount of homework that an inner disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect can complete in ten years.

(End of this chapter)