As soon as Mr. Xuan finished speaking, those old men who were over seventy years old seemed to have experienced life and death, and a touch of sadness appeared on their faces.
Silence, stillness, you can hear the needle drop.
In addition to the faint sound of cicadas chirping outside the window, the breathing of the old people also disappeared in an instant with a word.
The entire hall of the ancient house fell into a long silence.
"Lin Yufeng...is he a descendant of Cangming?" At this time, an old man finally spoke up, his voice was low and repressed. This person was none other than Mr. Mo.
"It's a pity. If Xiaofeng can practice, even if Xiaofeng's talent is not as good as others, his state of mind and understanding are much better than others."
Shi Lao, who has thin hair and is Shi Qian's grandfather, shook his head and sighed. "If you can practice and grow up, you will definitely become a great person."
"The Lin family... the Lin clan..." An old woman with a kind face said sadly: "Sad, pitiful, and deplorable."
Hearing everyone's sad words, Mr. Huang also sighed quietly and said: "We have a great responsibility for the Lin family's disaster."
Then he looked at Mr. Xuan and asked, "Have you told Xiaofeng about the Lin family?"
"No." Mr. Xuan shook his head and whispered: "It's no good if he knows, and it's useless even if he knows, he can't practice..."
"God is so ashamed of the Lin family!" Mr. Chu choked with sobs. He had gone through countless hardships, but he actually looked like he was crying.
"Alas, the fact has become a fact, and there is no use in blaming yourself." Elder Huang sighed deeply again, then looked at Elder Xuan with a stern face, and asked: "In your opinion, what are you going to do?"
Mr. Xuan pondered for a moment, and then looked at the crowd: "The remaining fifteen children have extraordinary backgrounds. When they left the ancient village, they were cared for by their parents. They practiced high-quality skills and took the heaven and earth elixir. They are extremely talented, pampered and rarely suffer hardship.
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"But Xiaofeng is different."
After a pause, Mr. Xuan said regretfully: "The Lin family incident, Cangming's death, Xiao Yun's disappearance, and Yun Yan's serious injury. This child has been responsible for taking care of Yun Yan since he was five years old. He has suffered countless hardships at a young age.
Moreover, fate plays a trick on people, and a child with extremely excellent understanding and mental state is blocked from the door of cultivation because of his unique lack of talent."
"You also know that when your grandson goes out, he will have no worries about food and clothing, and he will be at a high level. His parents have paved the way for them to grow up fully, and then they will become the leader of the clan and the head of the sect."
Old Xuan sighed softly and looked at the crowd, seeing a trace of extremely rare sadness and pity on the weathered faces of all the old men.
Even though the old people have gone through countless hardships and have become hard-hearted, they still can't help but feel sad when they hear these words.
"If a child like Xiao Feng leaves the ancient village and has no parents, no relatives, no strength, no money... and nothing, how will he survive?"
Mr. Xuan's face was solemn and he said in a deep voice: "Cangming and we have been friends for many years, how can we ignore his descendants?"
Hearing this, the old men looked lonely and fell into sadness and silence again.
"According to you, what's the use of keeping this kid Xiao Feng?" Elder Huang took the lead to break the silence, looked at Elder Xuan and asked: "Is it possible that he should accompany us old guys who are about to die?"
"No!" Mr. Xuan shook his head and said: "Although he lacks talent and has difficulty in cultivation, this child has excellent understanding. I will teach him all my medical skills. When the time comes, I will have a guarantee."
"Taixu's medical skills?!" When everyone heard this, they all looked shocked.
Mr. Chu looked at Mr. Xuan and said, "Old Xuan, do you know what it means if Taixu's medical skills are passed down to Xiaofeng!"
"I know it better than anyone else." Mr. Xuan said firmly: "I have made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me."
After hearing what Mr. Xuan said, everyone was slightly silent and had no choice but to nod...
They knew that since Mr. Xuan had made a decision, it was impossible to change it.
Mr. Xuan scanned the crowd and continued: "Be ready for the test in half a year. Only one of the sixteen passages will be inaccessible. If you lay a trap or place a spiritual beast in that passage, Xiaofeng must not be allowed to pass.
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"Would it be too unfair to do this?" Mr. Huang frowned slightly.
"This is the only way to do it, there is no other way."
Mr. Xuan shook his head, stood up, and looked at the elders. "If Xiaofeng is allowed to pass, he will be asked to leave the ancient village. This is even more unfair to him."
At the same time, not far from the ancient house, there was a slope.
A handsome young man in coarse cloth was holding a straw in his mouth and looking leisurely at the night sky.
The night sky is dark, dotted with stars, the bright moon hangs high, and the young man is lonely.
"It seems like it has been almost fifteen years since I came to this world..." Lin Yufeng murmured while staring at the beautiful night sky.
In Lin Yufeng's heart, there is a secret that only belongs to him - he comes from a world called Earth, where Lin Yufeng is just a little kid from a poor mountain village. He knows nothing about human nature and the world.
After his parents passed away, a family in the village kindly took him in.
This household only has two old couples and one little girl. The two old men are both doctors. Ever since Lin Yufeng was taken in by them, the little girl and her grandfather went to the mountains to collect medicine every day.
"Grandpa...grandma..." Lin Yufeng had a longing look on his face and murmured: "And...Xue'er."
Thinking of that pretty little face that only smiled at him, that petite little girl who always followed silently behind him, Lin Yufeng's little face revealed a hint of nostalgia and sadness.
The scenes in my memory are played back over and over again.
The seemingly cold little girl in the picture accompanied Lin Yufeng through too many beautiful days and brought him too many sweet memories. However, the flood that night meant that the two never had the chance to meet again. From then on, that petite and beautiful figure
, can only be deeply imprinted in Lin Yufeng’s heart.
"Oh, I don't know how Xue'er is doing." Lin Yufeng sighed and stared blankly at the blue sky: "I hope she's fine with that flood."
Putting away some sadness, although Lin Yufeng is still young, he was a child from a poor family in his previous life. Although his mind is not mature, he still has some thinking. Now that he has come to this world, he must live well.
How can I live up to my grandparents and Xueer in my previous life when I have been silent in sorrow?
Since coming to this world, Lin Yufeng has gradually begun to adapt and then integrate into it.
This world, called Lingxuan Continent, is a world filled with cultivators. Strength is the only theme of this world.
For countless years, people have understood the way of cultivation from nature, and thus learned to absorb the "spirits" in various cultivation gases to enhance their cultivation and extend their lifespan.
The proliferation of cultivation has also given rise to four major professions, one of which is called "Spirit Practitioner", which is the most widely distributed cultivator, and most people belong to this profession.
According to the division of strength, they can be roughly divided into spirit people, spirit guards, spirit masters, spirit masters, spirit kings, spirit sects, spirit emperors, spirit masters, and spirit immortals.
Before becoming a spirit person, there are twelve levels of spiritual energy, which are the foundation for cultivators. After the twelve levels of spiritual energy are formed in the body, they can impact the acupuncture points in the human body. After opening up, one can successfully become a spiritual person.
Although spiritual practitioners are the lowest level cultivators, they are also the threshold for entering the door of cultivation. Many people have not succeeded in opening up acupuncture points even if they have formed twelve levels of spiritual energy.
Today's Lin Yufeng is in the fifth stage of spiritual energy, and there is still a long way to go before the 12th stage...
Moreover, even if you reach the twelfth level of spiritual energy, you may not be able to open up the acupuncture points and advance to the spiritual level.
"There are still half a year left, so we must hurry up. As long as we join the Gumen, we will have money to treat my mother's illness."
Lin Yufeng spit out the straw from his mouth, sat up like a carp, and said to himself: "With Shi Qian's overly jealous character, when the time comes for the Gumen test, he will definitely cause trouble for me, so we must hurry up.
Just improve your strength."
Thinking of Shi Qian today, looking at him with a look that wanted to eat him alive, Lin Yufeng knew that in the test half a year later, this guy might actually do something beyond common sense.
Shi Qian's talent is naturally not comparable to that of Lin Yufeng. He is only one year older than the latter and has already reached the tenth stage of spiritual energy. He must be able to attack acupuncture points in half a year and become the envy of countless people.
"Get up at five o'clock in the morning to practice, then go to the mountain to collect herbs in the afternoon, and after making the medicinal soup in the evening, continue the hard practice." Lin Yufeng has already planned the plan for the past six months in his mind.
A day's plan begins in the morning, a year's plan begins in spring.
Lin Yufeng knew that his disadvantage was talent. He was not as talented as his partners, but he could only make up for it with hard work.
"Without further delay, let's start practicing now." Lin Yufeng pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes and concentrated, sat cross-legged, and his consciousness sank into his Dantian.
In the dantian, the origin of Tianlei is only the size of a thumb, but the spiritual energy fluctuations it emits are extremely strong. It must be due to the marrow cleansing of Tianlei. Although it is far from that destructive level, it can
It cannot be underestimated either.
According to Lin Yufeng's guess, although he is currently at the fifth level of spiritual energy, with the help of the power of heavenly thunder, he may be able to deal with cultivators at the seventh and eighth levels.
Moreover, this is only one hundred thousandth of the power of the original Tianlei. If it really grows up, a strong man of one level higher may also have the power to fight!
After all, the power of the sky thunder is enough to change the color of countless strong men.
Of course, the premise is that this kind of terrifying power requires the legendary Origin Qi. Otherwise, Lin Yufeng will not be able to achieve it even if he lives for hundreds of years.
Concentrating his mind and calming down, closing his eyes and resting his mind, Lin Yufeng's mind was completely absorbed in the feeling of cultivation, which was both illusory and real.
In the space around him, traces of true energy seemed to be summoned, inhaled by Lin Yufeng, forming spiritual energy, and then gathered into the source of the thunder in Dantian, where they circulated continuously.
Time passed slowly in Lin Yufeng's monotonous but fulfilling practice.
When the moonlight gradually dimmed, Lin Yufeng finally opened his eyes, and a brilliant light flashed across him instantly.
"The feeling of practicing is really good." Lin Yufeng loosened his bones and smiled: "I have worked hard for this feeling for several years, and finally succeeded."
When he couldn't practice before, Lin Yufeng would sit cross-legged almost every day and every night, trying to see if he could inhale the true energy. However, his legs became numb every time he sat, and he still didn't gain anything.
When cultivating, you only need to look at four things: talent, understanding, state of mind, and opportunities.
After countless failures, although he has not yet been able to practice, he has absorbed a lot of failure experiences, which has greatly improved Lin Yufeng's state of mind and understanding.
"Haha, you have finally finished practicing."
At this moment, an old voice came from behind.
Hearing this, Lin Yufeng was startled for a moment, then turned his head and was surprised to see an old man in white robes standing not far behind him.
"Grandpa Xuan, why are you here?" Lin Yufeng stood up quickly and asked doubtfully.
Mr. Xuan smiled lightly, walked slowly to Lin Yufeng's side, and asked, "Do you feel good about practicing?"
"Well, good, I finally got a taste of cultivation." Lin Yufeng's face showed a touch of excitement and he chuckled.
When Mr. Xuan heard this, he also smiled kindly, but he sighed secretly in his heart.
Failure is not terrible, but what if thousands of failures follow?….
Who can accept such a cruel fact?
Who can bear such a heavy blow?
There are no so-called saints in this world, let alone so-called gods. When fate plays tricks on people countless times, when success passes by countless times, as long as they are human beings, they will feel despair.
After years of hard work but no gains, this is not a blow, but torture - life-threatening torture.
Even though Mr. Xuan has read countless people and seen many extraordinary talents, he has never seen anyone like the young man in front of him.
Be persistent, determined, never give up, never admit defeat.
After failing again and again, even though there was no success, I got something that many geniuses cannot have - a state of mind, calm as water, indifferent and traceless.
This is an unparalleled treasure. For those who truly reach the top, their state of mind plays a big factor.
"Xiao Feng, can Grandpa Xuan ask you a question?" Putting away his inner sigh, Mr. Xuan looked at Lin Yufeng with a smile.
Lin Yufeng nodded, smiled and said: "Grandpa Xuan, if you have any questions, just ask."
A trace of regret and amazement flashed across his eyes. Mr. Xuan restrained his smile and asked, "Xiao Feng, why are you so persistent?"
Hearing this, Lin Yufeng was stunned, obviously not knowing why Mr. Xuan asked such a question.
Mr. Xuan stared at Lin Yufeng without replying, waiting for the latter's answer.
For a moment, Lin Yufeng knew that he knew why Mr. Xuan asked him this.
Over the years, I have taken care of my mother by myself, shouldered everything by myself, and practiced hard by myself. I have done many things that my peers could not persist with, day after day, year after year, without any complaints or pessimism.
If this were the case for ordinary people, they would have already felt desperate.
"Because I know..." Lin Yufeng raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, with a charming smile on his lips.