The next day.

Before dawn, Huilong Town was like boiling water, bursting into a pot.

Countless vendors rushed to the streets and started to hawk loudly.

One by one, there were figures, walking, or riding ox carts or horse carts, and heading back and forth from all directions to Long Town.

Yunge Sect, the immortals in Luofufeng accept disciples, once every three years, only children aged ten to twelve. This is a custom, and every day they accept disciples is also the time for the Huilong Town gathering.

In the ten miles of the country, any family with children of appropriate age at home will take their children to try their luck.

First, you can buy some daily necessities. Second, if your child is lucky enough to be selected and become an apprentice of an immortal, it will be even more glorious than the top scholar in the school, and the ancestral tombs will be filled with smoke.

Su Shier mixed in the crowd and walked into the town.

The road from Xiaoshi Village to Huilong Town is rugged and difficult to travel. Su Shier only came with his grandfather once when he was a child. Fortunately, he had a good memory and stumbled along the way, and finally arrived here at dawn.

But the clothes were torn and dirty, and they looked like a little beggar.

Su Shier walked, his ears were pricking and looking around.

He came alone and didn't know where the immortals were taking disciples. But he knew that among those parents who brought children of similar age, there must be someone who took their children to become disciples.

Soon, Su Shier followed him to the middle of the town, an open space surrounded by adults. Nearly a hundred children of his age gathered on the open space.

From the conversation between passers-by, Su Shier knew that this was the place where the immortals would accept disciples later.

All the children who want to become disciples are waiting here for the immortals to test their talents.

Su Shier squeezed into the crowd with his body, found a corner where no one was, and sat on the ground.

After walking on the mountain road for a night, he was tired and hungry, and his feet were swollen. Now he just wanted to have a good rest.

At this moment, clouds suddenly floated in the sky, and a flying sword broke through the sky like lightning.

The flying sword was wide and wide, and there were two elegant figures standing on the sword.

"It's an immortal! The immortal is here!"

On the ground, everyone looked up, and their faces were all curled up, holding their breath.

The entire Huilong Town was still crowded with people just now, but it became quiet in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, the flying sword passed by the above the open space, and the two flowing figures jumped, descended from the sky, and were falling in the middle of the open space.

In the air, the flying sword emitted light and quickly shrank into a three-foot flying sword, landing behind the people in it.

"Immortal?"

Su Shier was shocked and quickly turned his head to look at the person coming.

The visitor was wearing a green shirt and long robe, with red face and crane hair. He looked sixty or seventy years old, with a thick and dense white beard floating on his chest. His eyes were bright and bright, and his whole body was filled with an elegant and extraordinary temperament.

The other person is a pretty woman of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The woman had white eyebrows, red lips, white teeth, black hair was like a waterfall, and a long light green dress moved with the wind, floating like a fairy.

"Is that a fairy? It's too beautiful!"

"I never thought that my old man would still see such a beautiful fairy in his lifetime."

"I heard that the princess of Song State is as beautiful as a fairy, but compared to this fairy, I'm afraid it's a bit worse!"

...

As soon as the woman came, there was a commotion in the crowd. Facing such a beautiful woman with a beautiful country, the mortals present lost their minds.

In the open space, nearly a hundred children, including Su Shier, were also stunned.

After landing, the woman looked at everything around with curiosity and sighed, "In a flash, I finally went down the mountain!"

"I didn't expect that in just ten years, there were so many more people in Huilong Town!"

The old man smiled and looked at the woman, "Okay, don't be busy with emotion, do the serious business first. If you can't suppress Tianhua Peak this time, I will be ridiculed to death by that old bastard Fu Boren!"

The woman smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, grandpa, you won't delay your affairs! There are many people who have participated in the test this year, and there will definitely be a few good seedlings."

The woman said, raised her hand and waved her hand, and a square table appeared in front of the two of them.

On the square table, there was a strange-shaped stone. It was the spirit-testing stone used by the sect to test the disciple's spiritual roots.

The old man nodded and looked at the dolls in the open space. His eyes suddenly became cold, and his voice said without any emotion: "There are only a few of you who can be selected to join our Yunge Sect."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said cold and ruthless words scared everyone in the audience.

Su Shier shrank his neck and felt even more nervous.

"The spiritual roots are the basis for immortal cultivators. Next, I will test your spiritual roots one by one. Now, everyone lined up, stepped forward one by one, and pressed their hands on this stone." The old man said lightly, pointed casually, and pointed to the spirit-testing stone on the table.

As the words came, the children lined up in a row.

Su Shier was at the end of the line, clenched his fists nervously and looked around.

At the front of the team, a pretty brave child walked forward carefully and placed his hand on the spirit test stone.

The spirit test stone shook slightly, and a dim red light lit up.

The old man had no expression on his face and said calmly: "The lower-grade fire spirit root! Pass, stand on the right!"

Hearing this, the child's eyes lit up and his face showed joy. He hurriedly walked to the right and stood quietly. In the crowd, a couple became even more excited.

Then, another child stepped forward this time, and the spirit test stone did not respond at all.

"No! Leave!"

“Not qualified!”

"Slower-grade earth spirit roots, stand on the right!!"

...

In a blink of an eye, more than half of the testers were tested, and there were only two more children with low-grade spiritual roots next to the old man.

Looking at the few remaining children, the old man frowned obviously, and his expression was quite impatient.

Low-grade spiritual roots are just the most common and non-story spiritual roots in the world of immortal cultivation. With this spiritual root, the future prospects are also very limited.

If you come from all the way, if you recruit such two people, you will be a joke after you go back.

At this time, a little boy with dark skin and wearing coarse linen clothes walked to the spirit test stone.

As soon as he put his hand on, the spirit-testing stone suddenly shook, and then a dazzling golden light and bright red light lit up at the same time.

The light was shining, and there was a hint of sharp deterrence.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

The old man was even more happy and exclaimed: "What?! It turned out to be the best golden spirit root and the best fire spirit root?! Double spirit root, haha, I haven't been in vain this year!"

The old man was very excited, his voice trembling, and he did not hide his joy in his heart.

It’s not his fault for being so excited. The spiritual roots of a monk’s cultivation are all cornerstones, which determine the speed of a monk’s cultivation. If the spiritual roots are not good, the cultivation will result twice as much with half the effort.

It would be good for ordinary people to have medium or high-grade spiritual roots. If the best spiritual roots can appear, they would be a genius in thousands.

The best double spiritual roots are even more of a genius. Such spiritual roots can be described as rare, but are rare. There has only been one example of such spiritual roots in the Yunge Sect over the past few hundred years. That is, the founder of the sect, Master Yunge!

On the side, although the handsome woman didn't say anything, her eyes looked at the little boy also became obviously happy.
Chapter completed!