The next morning, before the sun had even risen, the town at the foot of the Ancient Sword Mountain was already very lively. This is no wonder, according to the people of Tianyu Continent who are crazy about cultivating immortals and practicing Taoism, although the Ancient Sword Sect is somewhat bleak among the six holy places.
, the reputation is not too great, but it is one of the six holy places after all! What’s more, not everyone can be selected for this five-year opening of the mountain to recruit disciples. The first requirement is to be under sixteen years old, and the second is to have a middle-level foundation.
Above, and only after passing the test can one join the Ancient Sword Sect. You may not think that the Ancient Sword Sect has declined in recent years, but the Holy Land is still very impressive, otherwise people would not take the Holy Land seriously.
The old fortune teller also woke up the little boy early in the morning, packed up and walked to a competition stage at the foot of Gujian Mountain. When they arrived at the competition stage, thousands of people had gathered around them, and there were still people coming from behind.
It’s so lively! However, no one from the Ancient Sword Sect has arrived yet, so the competition stage is empty, and no one dares to step forward.
At this time, the sun has risen, and rays of sunshine have begun to shine on the earth. More and more people have gathered in front of the competition stage. A rough estimate is that there are no less than ten thousand people! However, most of them are adults bringing children. Calculated in this way
, there are only a few thousand people who actually participate in the selection of apprentices. However, it is very competitive to select a few hundred people among thousands of people. From this point of view, the old fortune teller and the little boy, both of them are thin.
The thin and small figure is not enough to be seen in the crowd.
After a long time, there was still no one from the Ancient Sword Sect, and many people began to complain: "What the hell, aren't we choosing disciples today! We traveled for several days to get here!" "That's right,
This Ancient Sword Sect’s arrogance is really too big!”... However, these words were whispered in private. Due to the consistent tyranny of the immortal cultivators, no one dared to say these words loudly. Just like some
People have always hated the rich, but they want to join the rich. This is the same principle, but if you become an immortal cultivator, you will bring yourself not only money, but also power and status, and the tide will rise.
Just when everyone was making a noise and the situation seemed to be getting out of control, suddenly, one party became quiet, and then like an infectious disease, in an instant, the entire competition arena became quiet. "Dad, look,
The immortal is here!" said a little fat man pointing to the sky.
People looked up to the sky one after another, and sure enough, several light spots appeared on the horizon in the distance. After a while, they could see that they were the air shields formed by the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect flying with their swords because they were flying too fast.
The reflection of the sun was particularly bright. The old fortune-teller snorted in his heart: "Huh, these famous and upright people are really good at fooling all living beings, for fear that others will not know that they are as good at wielding swords!" There is a reason for the old fortune-teller's disdain.
Although the sword control technique is fast, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and because the movement is too loud, it is not conducive to stealth, so it is criticized by others. It is just that the ancient sword sect does not hesitate to use spiritual energy to do such a thing in order to show off its skills. It is really a bit strange.
It's hard to see.
However, the little boy looked up at the blue sky and muttered: "They can fly in the sky!" The old fortune teller changed his mind and said: "Heng'er, you see, this is the ability of the Ancient Sword Sect. If you want
If you want to learn, just join the Ancient Sword Sect, and you can naturally learn the art of sword control."
The little boy looked at the old fortune teller, then lowered his head, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
In just a blink of an eye, the people of the Ancient Sword Sect had landed on the competition stage. After they sheathed their swords, everyone could see their faces clearly. A total of fifteen people from the Ancient Sword Sect came, and the most eye-catching among them was
He is a fat man, about forty years old. However, people who cultivate immortality have a long life span, so one cannot judge their age based on appearance. The most surprising thing for people is that a fat man can also cultivate immortality! This completely subverts people's understanding of the superior immortal cultivators.
In the eyes of ordinary people, all those who cultivate immortality do not eat grains, sit and practice hard, so that they are thin and look quite immortal. But this fat man is really a bit unexpected.
The remaining fourteen people, both men and women, old and young, are also mediocre-looking people who are inconspicuous on the street. If they weren't all dressed in the ancient sword sect's costumes, who would know that they are just many people who are struggling to seek immortality.
What about those incredible immortal cultivators! People were shocked and couldn't help but secretly sigh: "It turns out that people really can't be judged by their appearance!"
At this time, the fat man spoke, and I didn’t think he spoke very loudly, but the tens of thousands of people present heard it clearly: "Everyone, I am polite. You have traveled thousands of miles to participate in my ancient sword.
It is a great honor to be selected as the first disciple of the sect. However, Pindao said something ugly at the beginning. Not everyone is suitable for cultivating immortals. This is also everyone's destiny and cannot be interfered by others. If you are not selected by the time, there is no need to blame others.
Everything is determined by God. This time, we will only recruit a hundred people!"
Everyone in the front didn’t pay much attention to what the fat man said, but the last sentence was like a bolt from the blue, and more than 10,000 people immediately exploded: “What, we came all the way here, and we only recruited a hundred people?”
This is too few! Can there be more places?" "That is, is the Ancient Sword Sect really in decline? Other holy places recruit more than 500 people. Why does this Ancient Sword Sect recruit so few?".
.....
There was a lot of noise under the competition stage, which was more lively than the vegetable market. The fat man stopped talking and looked at the noise of more than 10,000 people below with a smile. After a while, an old man with a serious face finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Give it all."
I calm down!" This sentence clearly used spiritual power, and even the echo was surprisingly loud. In an instant, the audience fell silent. The old man continued: "The rules are the rules, there is nothing to argue with! After the age of sixteen
Yes, consciously step away from Pindao. If you are found to be over 16 years old by then, Pindao will not give you any face!" When the old man said this, his eyes scanned the crowd. Many people thought
Those who fished in troubled waters looked at his terrifying gaze, lowered their heads involuntarily, and walked away dejectedly. But some who were not mentally determined enough also lowered their heads after meeting his gaze, as if there was something under their feet worth studying.
Like. When the old man glanced at the little boy, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and stared at him. The old man let out a sigh, stared at the little boy for a few seconds, and found that his eyes were clear and pure, as if there were no
It was like pollution, giving people a refreshing feeling. The old man paid attention, nodded to the little boy, and continued to scan.
After a quarter of an hour, there were only a few thousand people left in the grand scene of more than 10,000 people. It seems that there are quite a few people who want to fish in troubled waters. The old man continued: "You consciously line up in fifteen rows and wait for us."
Check it out." Everyone in the audience did so, and then the fifteen people from the Ancient Sword Sect began to walk off the stage and touched their hand bones one by one. After a while, hundreds of people were eliminated. The reason was unknown.
Why, it’s just that the bones are not good!
The old fortune teller stood aside and watched, secretly shocked: "Why are all these people's cultivation so high! Except for that woman, they are all in the Golden Body stage, but she has also reached Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and is only one step away from being promoted.
Golden body. The strength of this ancient sword sect should not be underestimated! Hey, the method they used was actually the 'bone-penetrating root-finding method'? Good guy, this kind of bone-finding method has a very low error rate. I don't know how they did it.
"!" I was secretly shocked, but I was also glad that I didn't easily provoke the Ancient Sword Sect. There are no fuel-efficient lamps in these holy places, and once they were provoked, they would be extremely difficult to deal with. Regardless of the current decline of the Ancient Sword Sect, maybe
It's because you're hiding something. If you get provoked, it will be enough for you to wait until someone else's trump card is revealed a little bit. Is it possible for an existence that can be called a holy land to be that simple? You can think of this with your feet.
Answer.
As the old fortune teller thought about it, he realized that the efficiency of the fifteen members of the Ancient Sword Sect was extremely high. Soon, more than a hundred people had been selected out of thousands of people. Those who had not been selected were like cocks defeated in a fight, standing aside with their heads downcast.
The eyes of those who were selected bloomed with ecstasy. If it weren't for the people from the Ancient Sword Sect here, I'm afraid most of them would have already reveled in the carnival, right? There was only one exception - the little boy.
They all had the same expression, as if what happened had nothing to do with him. However, the fat man who touched his bones was shocked and sent a secret message to the serious old man: "Uncle Master, come and see!" The old man had no doubts.
He stepped forward and touched the little boy's hand bones. He was also surprised and whispered: "This... this is an excellent bone!" The two looked at each other and already knew each other's bones.
My intention is to cultivate him with all my strength!
The sun was already in the sky at this time, and it looked like it was noon. The number of people had been sorted out. After counting, there were a lot more than the one hundred places. There were one hundred and seventy-six people, nearly two hundred. As for the Ancient Sword Sect,
The oldest old man didn't say anything, he just said lightly: "If you don't want to go to the Ancient Sword Sect, you still have time to quit now. I'll give you a quarter of an hour to make a decision, and then go back to the mountain."
After hearing these words, the little boy was about to shout out, but when he looked at the old fortune teller, he saw that he was looking at the little boy with expectation. The little boy wanted to rush out "I want to quit" and swallowed it. The old fortune teller
Seeing this, a trace of unbearability flashed across his expression, but he quickly restrained himself. He slowly walked to the little boy and said, "Heng'er, can you just stay in the Ancient Sword Sect? Your adoptive father will definitely come back.
Pick you up!" The little boy had tears in his eyes, but gritted his teeth to keep from crying. He nodded after hearing this.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the old man from the Ancient Sword Sect didn't say much. He simply said: "Let's go!" and then walked straight up the mountain. The one hundred and seventy-six people who had just been selected also
Keep up the pace.
The old fortune teller looked at the thin back of the little boy, his face expressionless, but he didn't know what he was thinking. When he came to his senses, the little boy had already followed the team far away, and he could only see a short queue in the distance.
, but I didn’t know which one was a little boy. The old fortune-teller sighed slightly and walked back lonely. After returning to the inn, he paid back the rent, put the fortune-telling stand on his back, and walked south.
Under the sun, his figure looks so vicissitudes of life... (To be continued)