Chapter 1005 The first disciple of three generations of Taoism
In fact, Wang Xu doesn't really care whether Zhou Sheng is the protagonist or not.
After experiencing so many worlds and accumulating so much, he has already matured.
The protagonist has nothing to do, and he still has to practice step by step.
Zhou Sheng's talent is not very high. By the time he reaches the Daojin Immortal Realm, Wang Xu will already be a quasi-sage or saint.
Forget it, no matter what he does, just leave it to Yang Chan as a whetstone.
As for whether raising tigers would cause trouble, Wang Xu was not worried at all, because Yang Jian's growth trajectory was considered a miracle even in the prehistoric times.
You are born with the third level, and after ten years to reach the sixth level, you go down the mountain to become a god to bless your luck, and when you come back and practice again, you will be a golden immortal.
Wang Xu could not guarantee what the real Yang Jian would be like, but he dared to say that after becoming a god, he would most likely become a Golden Immortal.
When the time comes, not only the third generation disciples of Taoism, but also the second generation disciples, there will be very few who can defeat him.
He was the protagonist of the first calamity after the great rise of humanity. Even if Zhou Sheng returned as a quasi-sage, he would not dare to say that he could cultivate faster than him.
What's more, when their eyes met for the first time, Zhou Sheng subconsciously dodged, which was a sign of lack of confidence.
Wang Xu has reason to believe that no matter Zhou Sheng is the reincarnation of an ancient power, a soul from a foreign land has seized his body, or he has been reborn from the future, he will always be afraid of him. No matter how strong the cover-up is, he can't hide his external strength but internal incompetence.
For the next time, Wang Xu was still hiding, pretending to be kind and innocent.
Yang Chan relapsed again and used her revolutionary capital to defraud spells from her fellow apprentices.
Zhou Sheng, on the other hand, is a bit interesting. He actually took advantage of being an old disciple and organized his own small group by teaching magical powers.
Not to mention, he really managed to win over a group of people and acted like a big brother taking the lead.
Affected by this, Yang Chan was not to be outdone and began to form her own flower protection team.
The two of them were tossing and tossing, and apart from some disciples who were dedicated to practicing hard and unmoved by external objects, basically the two of them were the leading disciples living on Yuquan Mountain.
Wang Xu was not involved, and even after noticing Zhou Sheng's actions, his evaluation of him was even lower.
Only wolves gather in groups, tigers always go alone, and the prehistoric world is a world where strength is respected. Zhou Sheng sacrifices his time to mentor his junior brothers and sisters in order to maintain the normal operation of the small group.
In Xu's eyes, he is abandoning the basics and chasing the last.
A strong person has no worries about having no one to turn to, but a team built by a weak person based on friendship, family affection, and love is of no use when facing a strong person.
Obviously, Zhou Sheng cannot be called a strong man. Such behavior with high ambition and low hand is no different from a fool in Wang Xu's eyes.
As for Yang Chan, Wang Xu had long known that she did not have the potential to become a golden immortal, so he could just let her do whatever she wanted.
With him as his backer, Yang Chan's future may have twists and turns, but no matter how big the twists and turns are, the ending will be happy after all. In Wang Xu's eyes, it doesn't matter whether she works hard or not. The difference is just a matter of worrying more or worrying less.
On Yuquan Mountain, two little people with low vision are fighting openly and secretly, running their own small power, and enjoying each other.
Wang Xu was like an outsider, watching all this with cold eyes and letting time pass by in a hurry.
In the blink of an eye, several months have passed.
On this day, Wang Xu had been staying on Yuquan Mountain for nine months.
According to what was said before, Master Yuding will also accept him as his disciple and teach him the eighty-nine mystical skills that he dreams of.
Boom, boom, boom...
Early in the morning, the ancient clock rang twelve times, indicating that today would be an unrest.
Wang Xu took a shower and changed clothes. Today will be the day when he will be formally accepted into the gate by Master Yuding and become the first disciple of the third generation of Taoism and the first disciple of the second generation of Chan Jiao.
"Senior brother, I have asked you to go to the Dharma lecture platform."
Wang Xu had just finished bathing when a boy came to report outside the door.
He nodded slightly, straightened his clothes, and whispered: "Lead the way..."
Taoist boy Xianhe walked in front to lead the way, and Wang Xu followed eagerly, all the way to the lecture platform.
The teaching platform is the place where all the registered disciples use to study the star map.
Fundamentally speaking, Taoism has not yet prospered, and the third-generation disciples of the second-generation disciples are no more than three or two big cats and kittens.
If it reaches its peak, there will be four, five, or even six, seven, or eight generations of disciples.
The important place for teaching the Dharma is probably already overcrowded. Non-core direct descendants will not be open to the public, and registered disciples are not even qualified to approach.
At the moment, the importance of the lecture platform has not yet been highlighted in everyone's mind, as individuals can sit on it.
As a result, the easier it is to get, the less it will be cherished by others. These people do not cherish this opportunity, but are busy forming cliques. You think it is ridiculous or not.
"Brother, the lecture platform has arrived."
There were not many disciples, and Yuquan Mountain, which had not yet been expanded, was not big. After walking for a short while, Wang Xu came to the lecture platform.
As soon as I saw it, hundreds of registered disciples were scattered around and sitting around.
On the lecture platform, Master Yuding stood proudly, with his sight at a 45-degree angle, as if he was looking into the distance.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Xu walked up to the lecture platform without hesitation, bowed his head slightly to Master Yuding: "Master..."
"Um..."
Master Yuding responded, and then said: "Under my disciple, you should be the first disciple of the first generation, under the disciple of Chanjiao, you should be the first disciple of the second generation, and under the disciple of Taoism, you should be the first disciple of the third generation. Your apprenticeship cannot be simplified.
, I would also like to invite all the teachers to observe the ceremony."
"Yes, Master."
Wang Xu stepped aside and waited with Master Yuding.
None of the registered disciples under the lecture platform knew what was going on. They whispered to each other: "What's going on? Why did Master come out today? And it seems like something big is about to happen."
"Yeah, does anyone know the news?"
Everyone was whispering to each other, but no one knew what was going on.
Among the crowd, Yang Chan had a smile on her face. She liked to see people helpless, but they seemed to know.
But she didn't want to say anything. She wanted to see the expressions of this group of people who were fooling around all day, thinking that their second brother was also a registered disciple, when they suddenly discovered that there was a prince hidden in the crowd.
Thinking like this, Yang Chan felt secretly happy and scanned everyone's expressions.
When she saw Zhou Sheng, her former follower, the big fool in her mind, and now her number one enemy, she found that Zhou Sheng's eyes were full of envy, desire, and ambition, but there was no confusion at all.
Could it be that he also knows what's going on?
Yang Chan thought angrily that Zhou Sheng had changed as a person during this period of time and had given her too many surprises.
In the past, Zhou Sheng obeyed her without hesitation, but now Zhou Sheng was superficially friendly towards her, but in reality he was secretly alienated, even mixed with hatred.
Yang Chan couldn't imagine how the big fool in the past could change so much, but in her mind, Zhou Sheng had indeed become mysterious.
For example, he suddenly learned a lot of magic. Although he said that he learned it from the star chart these days, Yang Chan didn't believe a word of it.
If magical powers are so easy to understand, why isn't he as powerful as before?
There is something fishy, Zhou Sheng definitely has a big secret.
"This witch..."
Aware of Yang Chan's gaze, Zhou Sheng pretended not to care on the surface, but in fact, he wanted to eat her flesh and blood.
But he knew that he couldn't do anything, especially on Yuquan Mountain, let alone reveal any flaws.
"Yang Jian!"
After withdrawing his thoughts, Zhou Sheng looked at Wang Xu who was standing on the high platform, with mixed feelings for a moment.
Another memory told him that today would be the day when Yang Jian would soar into the sky.
Under the spotlight of everyone, he will be the first disciple of the third generation of Taoism, and he will be invincible in the world from now on.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Zhou Sheng could not do anything.
He even had to force a smile for a while and praise him with all his heart, so as not to be noticed by this senior brother among the third generation disciples.
"The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, time rushes..."
Looking at the many looks below, Wang Xu knew that today would be a turning point for him.
From now on, he will be a well-deserved legend in the world of immortality.
As long as there is a world that worships Hongjun as the founder of Taoism, or a world that has Sanqing and ancient myths, he is one of the cores of the myths.
This is not a joke, it is a fact.
In terms of seniority, Hongjun is the founder of Taoism, the saints of the Three Qing Dynasties are the disciples of the first generation, and the direct disciples of the saint are the second generation disciples. He, the disciple of the saint's disciple, is the first disciple of the third generation of Taoism.
Speaking of being noble, the only people who can be nobler than him in Taoism are Uncle Xuandu of Renjiao, Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, and Eight Immortals of Jiejiao.
Further down, there are Grand Master Wen Zhong, Jiang Ziya, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, and the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island. These second-generation disciples who are not part of the direct lineage are not as valuable as Wang Xu, the first disciple of the third generation.
Even among the second-generation disciples, Huanglong Zhenren, who was also the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Cult, was afraid of staying in the lower ranks of his direct disciples, and it was difficult for him to take him seriously.