5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 477 Tianmai Soybean, Moon of the Three Gods!
After the middle-aged man accepted Jiang Ling as his disciple, his attitude toward him also underwent a 360-degree change.

Even if Jiang Ling directly asked him some explicit questions, he didn't get angry, instead he patiently explained to him, he was totally different from the ruthless man who spattered blood in all directions.

If Jiang Ling hadn't personally experienced and experienced Master Leng's murderous nature, he would not be able to connect the two before.

"Under the hall master are all disciples, divided into 7 levels, corresponding to wearing robes of 7 different colors."

The middle-aged man pointed to the yellow robe on Jiang Ling's body: "If you wear a yellow robe, you are a beginner disciple, and there are two lower levels below you, namely the registered disciple and the peripheral disciple."

There are 7 colors of robes, the simplest, from low to high, they are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

The 7 levels of disciples, from low to high, are: registered disciples, peripheral disciples, beginner disciples, inner circle disciples, elite disciples, core disciples, and inheritance disciples.

Jiang Ling nodded when he heard that, looking thoughtful.

From this point of view, it is indeed a very strange thing for a newcomer to become a third-level introductory disciple as soon as he enters the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms. No wonder so many people are surprised and horrified. "By the way, Master, are you an inheritance disciple?" Jiang Ling suddenly realized.

In the words of inheriting disciples, isn't it the seventh-level disciple of the Temple of Myriad Realms?There is only one level difference from the Hall Master, so it doesn't look like much difference.

The middle-aged man glanced at Jiang Ling: "I know what you're thinking, the gap between me and the Hall Master is very big, so you don't have to think about it, not only in strength but also in status, there is also a world of difference."

"The master of the hall is equivalent to the princes in the Temple of the Ten Thousand Realms. He can recruit the disciples of the Ten Thousand Realms Temple to form major forces. Even if I am the most powerful inheritance disciple, I will still be a disciple after all."

Jiang Ling was helpless, thinking that you are so calm and indifferent when you say you are weak, it is quite unique.

In this world, the middle-aged man in front of him is the first one Jiang Ling has ever seen, saying that he speaks so naturally.

Jiang Ling didn't care too much, actually it's good to worship under the name of Master Leng, at least keep a low profile and won't be too prominent.

Low-key and wretched development is Jiang Ling's favorite thing to do.

And his purpose is not to fight for power in the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms, but to return to the outside world to fight for hegemony.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling hurriedly asked: "Master, I want to know how to get back to the outside world from here."

"It's not difficult for you to go out," he said with his hands behind his back, his face calm, "as long as you practice to the stage of the separation of the four major elements in the nirvana stage, you can return to the outside world."

"Ah?" Jiang Ling was still full of joy when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he was dumbfounded on the spot when he heard the second half.

What is the concept of the four major separations in the Nirvana period?In other words, at least one must cultivate to the sixth level of Nirvana.

If this shit really wants to reach that level, the day lily will be cold!

It is estimated that the prosperous age will officially start soon, even if it waits for a year, no matter how strong Feixian Mountain is, it will be difficult to last for a long time without Jiang Ling presiding over the overall situation.

"Why, are you in a hurry to go out?" The middle-aged man saw Jiang Ling's urgency.

"En." Jiang Ling nodded.

"If you really want to go out, there is a way." He said suddenly.

Hearing this, Jiang Ling frowned slightly, and hurriedly asked: "What can I do?"

The middle-aged man fell silent suddenly, looked up at the sky in the distance, and shook his head again saying that this method could not be used and it was very dangerous, pretending that he had never said so.

Seeing that Master refused to speak, Jiang Ling stopped urging him.

For a while, the atmosphere in the arena was a little weird, the master and the apprentice didn't speak, they were both silent and thinking about their thoughts.

After a while, the middle-aged man remembered something: "Disciple, today is your first day as a disciple of mine, and the master will definitely give you something."

As he said, he groped around for a while, and took out a handful of yellow beans: "Come on, take these things."

Jiang Ling had a strange face: "Master, isn't that soybean?"

"Yes, take it quickly, lest the breath leak out, and be sensed by the unruly people and give birth to greed."

"Greed? Is it just these soybeans?" Jiang Ling wondered that these yellow beans are all authentic soybeans, and there is no difference. How could it be related to greed?

Is he too ignorant, or is this world too crazy?
Seeing Jiang Ling's wonderful expression, the middle-aged man shook his head slightly: "These are not ordinary soybeans, but Tianmai soybeans."

"Ah?" Jiang Ling was puzzled.

"Teacher should have heard the story of sowing beans into soldiers, and the soybeans I gave you can be sowing beans into soldiers. Every soy bean carries the breath of the nine heavenly veins, and after being sprinkled out, it can form a With an army, every grain of soybean is a god general."

"As long as the Tianmai soybean is not broken, it can automatically recover and heal, and it can be recycled."

While talking, the middle-aged man put these soybeans in Jiang Ling's palm.

"Use it well. These soybeans were also given by others as a teacher, and they have been used until now. Now I will pass them on to you."

Jiang Ling stared at the soybeans curiously: "Master, how strong are the generals transformed from these soybeans?"

"You know when you use it, but don't use it lightly, it is easy to be backlashed by energy, and it is easy to be sucked dry."

"Thank you, Master, for the treasure." Jiang Ling replied respectfully.

"Well, let's go down, choose a place to stay at random, take a rest first, and get familiar with the situation of the Temple of Ten Thousand Worlds."

"Then master, can I bring my friend in?"

"up to you."

With the consent of the middle-aged man, Jiang Ling hurried to find the generals and the others.

This is his master's private cave, and the only token of entry and exit is the yellow robe on his body.

After Jiang Ling left the cave, the projections that had appeared before slowly condensed again, appearing in front of the middle-aged man.

"Leng Yutong, how are you? Are you satisfied with this little guy? Is it to your liking? I didn't choose the wrong one for you, did I?"

There was a hint of a smile in the old voice, and said lightly.

"Don't bother me, get out of here."

The middle-aged man turned around and was about to leave. "Hey, so shameless? Anyway, please invite me in for a cup of tea, a piece of muffin, a sip of honey tea, and a roast chicken dipped in the spring, and a sip..."

"It's still daytime, so let's talk about any sweet dreams at night."

The voice of the middle-aged man is still echoing in the air, and the man has completely disappeared.

"Oh." The projection couldn't help but sighed.

Leng Yutong, his favorite disciple, did not expect that he would not be able to get out of that hurdle.

"That little guy named Jiang Ling is covered in clouds and mist. Even Bai Xiaosheng can't figure out the future. This is one of the reasons why many hall masters are fighting for it. I hope the turning point in him can change Leng Yutong."

……

At the same time, after Jiang Ling left Master Leng Yutong's cave, he quickly found the generals and the others.

But at this moment, the generals and the others were surrounded by people, even Bai Xiaotan and Yuan Tiangang were injured, and they were lying on the ground shouting "Ah, ah, ah".

In front of Yuan Tiangang and the others, stood a woman in a veil, and behind the woman stood a group of tough men, who looked like flower protectors.

The surrounding area was full of people watching the excitement, all of them put their hands on their chests and watched calmly.

Although there were not many onlookers in the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms, they were all real strong men, any one of them would cause an uproar, and even Jiang Ling couldn't deal with it.

Seeing that his own people were being bullied, how could Jiang Ling hold his breath, and walked up quickly with his eyes wide open: "Who are you? Why did you hurt my friend?"

Yuan Tiangang, yingying, seeing Jiangling coming, they became more courageous and confident, and their original panic dissipated immediately.

Hearing Jiang Ling's voice, several people on the opposite side also turned their heads to look over.

When the leading masked woman saw Jiang Ling, her eyes flickered, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Jiang Ling, you are Jiang Ling, the newcomer?"

Jiang Ling frowned slightly, wondering how this woman knew his identity.

"It's him. There are 21 palace master jade tokens that he didn't choose, but he chose the weakest jade token. He's so stupid, it's ridiculous."

"That idiot is him? His name is Jiang Ling?"

The people around were all talking in low voices.

In a very short period of time, Jiangling's deeds have spread.

"It's actually that trash Leng Yutong."

The woman in the lead sneered when she saw Jiang Ling's yellow robe.

As long as the disciples in the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms worship someone, the robes they wear will leave the imprint or aura of the master.

This is specially used to distinguish identities in the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms, and it is precisely because of this system that the woman in the lead can recognize them.

"Leng Yutong?"

"What, did I hear you right? He joined Leng Yutong's sect and became Leng Yutong's apprentice?"

"Hahaha, this is so funny and weird."

After everyone learned that Jiang Ling's master was Leng Yutong, they all showed contemptuous smiles.

"What's going on here?"

Jiang Ling was a little surprised, and didn't understand why everyone laughed after hearing Leng Yutong's name.

However, this was also the first time Jiang Ling knew the real name of the master, but he did not expect to know the real name of the master under such circumstances.

Seeing the weirdness and doubts on Jiang Ling's face, the corner of the leading woman's mouth lifted into a sneer: "I'm afraid you don't know the situation of your master yet."

"I guess you still think that you followed the right person and picked up the treasure," she smiled lightly, "I tell you, Leng Yutong is a waste who has stayed at the level of an inheritance disciple for countless thousands of years. Most of the disciples in the batch have become hall masters or even higher-level existences, but he is still standing still and has not made any progress."

Jiang Ling's eyes darkened slightly. The Master Leng he came into contact with was not as bad as these people said. Could it be a matter of vision?

Maybe it's because Jiang Ling's vision is low, and people he thinks are very powerful are actually not that strong?Perhaps in the eyes of higher-level people, it is waste material?
"Leng Yutong, that idiot followed Leng Yutong, and the useless master brought a useless apprentice. It's a useless combination."

Before, everyone was still envious of Jiangling being favored by so many palace masters, but now they can finally mock him openly.

Leng Yutong is definitely an authentic waste, and he doesn't even have to have any scruples about scolding Leng Yutong.

Listening to the discussions of the people around, Jiang Ling looked indifferent.

He can't control the mouths of outsiders, he doesn't care what they say, anyway, he thinks that Master Leng is strong enough.

Even if Master Leng is really a waste as they said, it is more than enough to teach him Jiangling.

"Let them go, they are mine."

Jiang Ling ignored people's comments and stared coldly at the woman in the lead.

"Let them go? Impossible." The leading woman had murderous intent in her tone.

"My friend, I don't seem to have offended you, and the strongest of them are only in the void stage. It seems that there is nothing to be proud of bullying them?"

Jiang Ling replied in a deep voice.

"I didn't attack them for no reason." The woman looked at Jiang Ling coldly. "We don't seem to have met each other, let alone enmity."

Jiang Ling spoke calmly, but his tone was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Really? You have a really bad memory. You just killed Liu Shengpiaohong and Xiao Ba, so you don't remember?"

Xiaoba?

When Jiang Ling heard this address, he was taken aback for a moment before realizing that the other party was referring to Yamato no Orochi.

"Are you from Dongyingzhou?" Jiang Ling's eyelids twitched slightly.

With a sound of "crash", a group of people brought by the woman surrounded Jiangling.

"It's only now that I realize it, it's too late, my name is Tsukiyomi."

(End of this chapter)