The first time he got so many spirit stones, Su Zimu couldn't suppress the urge in his heart. He took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand. He imagined in his mind that there was a flow of air running along the meridians, trying to extract the spirit energy from the spirit stone and put his brain into it.
That skill is in operation.
What if I have an invisible bone and no one notices it?
Although everyone said he was a waste without talent, when did he admit it?
However, after trying it for a long time, it didn't work, which made Su Zimu feel dejected.
Damn it, is there something wrong with this technique?
It was almost dawn now, and Su Zimu didn't sleep at all. He dressed up and started another day of hard training.
A weight of hundreds of kilograms would crush an ordinary person to death, let alone move it, but he acted like a normal person, running and jumping when he should.
Although he has reached the bottleneck and does not need to work hard day and night, he has already formed a habit. Secondly, he wants to find something to do so as not to fall into negative emotions and be unable to extricate himself.
Just after running half a circle around Xianfang, he saw a motorcade passing through the formation guarding Xianfang and stopping outside an inn.
A middle-aged man opened the door and brought a dozen half-year-old children into the inn.
The middle-aged man also glanced at Su Zimu, his eyes were very alert.
This is strange!
There are monks everywhere in the Immortal Square, but there are not many ordinary people like Su Zimu. What happened today? There is a group of people here?
This was just the beginning, not long after, another convoy arrived.
Something was wrong with the situation today, so Su Zimu gave up decisively and returned to Qing'an Hall.
However, before they reached the place, a flying boat slowly landed in the sky above Xianfang, and a pair of men and women with fairy auras fluttering and gorgeous clothes flew down in the wind, feeling indescribably free and comfortable.
Is this a foundation-building monk?
Looking at others and then at himself, Su Zimu rushed into the drug store: Jealousy has changed me beyond recognition, jealousy has made me physically separated...
"What are you talking about?" Xu Ning jumped out of nowhere, her clear eyes full of curiosity.
Su Zimu was startled and quickly covered it up: "It's okay, it's okay, there are a lot of people outside, even a flying boat!"
"That's what you said!" Xu Ning opened the door, "In a few days, the Yuntian Pavilion's apprenticeship ceremony will be held. They are all here to become apprentices."
"Become a disciple?" Su Zimu's heart felt hot, hot, and his eyes were eager to try.
Yunhai Pavilion is the backing behind Xianfang. Being able to support such a large industry shows the strength of Yunhai Pavilion.
Xu Ning blinked: "Why, you want to try it?"
Su Zimu nodded fiercely, I am a time traveler, isn't this an opportunity to take off?"
"Don't think about it." Xu Ning looked sympathetic, "No matter how ten years younger you are, you won't have any chance!"
I'll go, it rhymes?
Su Zimu still refused to give up: "Even if it doesn't work, you can always try, right? If a person has no ideals, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?"
"Hey, Xiaomuzi, you are very naughty today!" Xu Ning pinched Su Zimu's cheek, "If you say no, you can't, your senior sister, I said so!"
In the following days, the entire Xianfang was overcrowded, and the few inns were full. The room rates continued to rise, and even Bian Yuming's restaurant was converted into a temporary bed and breakfast.
Seven days later, the ceremony officially began.
Su Zimu had already inquired about the time and place, and quietly slipped over to look for an opportunity.
When we arrived at the place, we discovered that there were quite a few people trying their luck like him. The monks in charge of the primary selection didn't care at all. Anyone who looked older would be kicked out, leaving only the half-grown babies.
You don't even have a chance to get close, do you want to become a disciple?
Thinking too much.
A group of innocent children had no idea what was waiting for them. The chosen ones were crying and reluctant to leave, but their family members who were traveling with them were overjoyed and kept urging them.
There are also children who were unsuccessful and happily returned to their families, only to be greeted by extremely stinky faces.
Su Ziqing found out later that these were ordinary people not far from the Immortal Palace. As long as they found out that the doll had a talent for cultivation, a special snakehead would organize them to come here to worship the Immortal Gate.
As long as he successfully enters the profession, his family's status will immediately improve by leaps and bounds.
Those who are unsuccessful do not need to be discouraged, there will still be a dedicated person to contact them and take them to other sects to try their luck.
Room and board are free.
Su Zimu's whole body was in bad shape. How could this be a simple act of recruiting a disciple? It was more like a transaction, a business.
Where there are people there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people there are interests.
The Immortal Sect has received a better source of students; talented children will not be buried, and the snake head has gained the respect of the Immortal Sect and the gratitude of the people. No matter how you look at it, it is a win-win-win situation.
Immortal sects recruit disciples into three, six or nine grades, based on their talent and age.
From Su Zimu's understanding, this is social recruitment for ordinary people.
There are also those facing other immortal sects. This is a special recruitment that is not open to the public, and it is the kind that is decided by default.
Then there is the special session for young and middle-aged monks, most of whom are in their twenties and early thirties. The best ones are ranked according to their age.
After all, cultivation does not all depend on talent, perseverance and luck are also very important factors.
Su Zimu's only chance was in the special event for young and middle-aged people, but he was still an ordinary person who had been training for three years but failed to cross that threshold.
Sorry, no chance.
This made him feel very lost and frustrated, and he didn't want to talk to anyone.
He can understand that the sustainable development of a sect requires high-quality new blood, not inferior new products that lower the overall quality.
But he also felt a deep, deep-rooted malice that was difficult to eliminate.
It is not directed at himself, but at all practitioners who lack talent but work hard to practice.
Just like the scumbag students in the previous life, they were afraid of all kinds of exams.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the bustling apprenticeship ceremony came to an end. I thought that the dust had settled, but in fact, that was not the case at all.
According to the reliable information provided by Bian Yuming’s big mouth, although the Immortal Sect recruits the best among the best, entry is only the first step in a journey of thousands of miles. There are still a series of tests waiting for those children. What is it about knowing the truth and being persistent?
some type of.
According to Su Zimu's understanding, it is to determine the character of the new disciples, plus various brainwashing education, to be loyal to the unity and friendship of the immortal sect and so on.
Moreover, the oath-taking ceremony in the previous life was just a formality, but in this world, swearing randomly will lead to death!
In other words, the Immortal Cultivation Sect’s restraint on its disciples is much stronger than imagined!
He originally yearned for the Immortal Sect very much, but after learning all this, Su Zimu suddenly realized that the Immortal Sect was actually a small society, the kind that divided status based on cultivation. Without strength, he was nothing, and in his mind
The image of a pure and inactive monk who eats food and drinks dew is completely different. It simply subverts the three views.
Sure enough, after the mysterious veil was lifted, the monk was still a human being, not a god.
