Gray, still gray
Mu Yu felt as if a bucket of water had been poured from head to toe. His whole body was cold and gray. How can this be!
He couldn't believe his eyes. He always thought that his talent must be more than just gray, but at least red. After all, there was an endless stream of things in his body rushing towards the stone. The feeling was so obvious, how could it be just gray? What about
But the stone did not change for a long time. Even if Mu Yu tried to penetrate it, it would be of no avail. The stone was still gray and looked very ordinary. It shone with a halo in the moonlight, as if it was mocking Mu Yu's ignorance and had to be hit again. Only once can you be willing to accept it.
Sure enough, my talent is still not good enough
Mu Yu put down his hand, walked to the steps with some frustration, and sat down with his back to the stone. He buried his head in his arms. He didn't cry, he just felt uncomfortable. The village chief's honest voice and earnest eyes echoed in his mind. He recalled how the genius Xiaohu, who was held up by the stars during the day, looked aggressive in front of everyone. He thought about the importance of talent in the world of cultivation, and thought about being treated as a servant. He was very unwilling to be tasked with serving as a deacon for his whole life.
Why gray? Are you really not suitable for cultivating immortality
Mu Yu sighed. He didn't like cultivating immortals at first. If the village chief hadn't been too eager to make him an immortal respected by thousands of people, he wouldn't have come to the academy. But after arriving, the village chief was laughed at by people from other villages, and he was made things difficult by Xiaohu. He suddenly became unconvinced. Why can others do it but not himself
If he returned to the village now, I'm afraid everyone would point fingers at him, right? When the villagers learned that he was going to become an immortal, they came to say goodbye so enthusiastically. If he went back like this, wouldn't he become a laughing stock
He finally understood why the gray disciples in the school chose to stay. They came to the school happily and were about to become an immortal in the expectation of their family, but they were told that they could only become a gray disciple or go home directly. What would they do? choose? Will you be laughed at by the villagers when you go home? They chose to stay. At this moment, Mu Yu felt as frustrated as those who were not selected.
"Why let a stone decide your fate?"
A kind voice suddenly sounded in Mu Yu's ears, startling Mu Yu. He jumped up reflexively and looked at the person who suddenly appeared next to him in surprise.
He was an old man with white hair and a white beard. He was dressed very simply, with some patches on his clothes. This person turned out to be the leader of the Luochen Sect who spoke for Mu Yu during the day! At this moment, he was sitting on the steps where Mu Yu was sitting just now. His wise eyes blinked at Mu Yu kindly, and he looked at Mu Yu with a smile.
"Why, why are you here?"
Mu Yu felt a little scared. He didn't realize how the other party came just now. The old man seemed to appear out of thin air without making any sound. He just appeared next to Mu Yu quietly, which caught people off guard.
Master Feng sat on the steps, stared at Mu Yu with interest, and said with a smile: "You're coming over here!"
Come over here? Mu Yu didn't even hear any footsteps!
"I-I'm leaving first, I won't disturb you anymore."
Mu Yu didn't know what to say for a moment. Logically speaking, he should be sleeping in bed now instead of wandering around here at night. The other party is an immortal master, and he is a gray disciple. If he angers the other party, maybe he will be like the injured senior brother. He will be crippled and no one will pity him.
"You are walking through the cultivator's courtyard at night. You must know that for a cultivator, even if you don't have to step out of the room, you can still know that someone is walking quietly. Wandering around at night is not a good thing. You don't want to Can you explain why?"
Leader Feng didn't have the airs of a leader at all. Instead, he seemed like an easy-going old man who came to Mu Yu to talk to and relieve his boredom.
Mu Yu didn't expect that others would find out that he was so careful, which made him a little scared. The old man probably didn't see him blending into the trees, right? If you see it, the consequences will be disastrous. Mu Yu said quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know I disturbed you..."
"I'm not the only one who was disturbed! But I helped you cover it up. I'm afraid other fellow Taoists thought you were me, so they didn't notice you."
What Chief Feng said made Mu Yu extremely shocked. It turned out that he had been discovered by others when he sneaked out at night? He thought he was doing it very covertly! He could not imagine the extraordinary means of the Xian family. He was still too young.
"I see, this junior is being reckless. Thank you senior."
Mu Yu didn't know why the other party wanted to help him. He was just a gray disciple. No one would care about the life or death of a gray disciple, except this old man who seemed different. He helped himself once during the day and again at night. Was he just too lucky
"The moonlight is nice tonight."
Master Feng didn't pay attention, just looked at the night sky, as if admiring the bright moon. Mu Yu didn't speak, just stood like this, admiring the night beside a stone in the dead of night with a superior immortal master, which made Mu Yu feel a little uncomfortable.
"Do you think a stone can determine your future?" Master Feng said after a long time.
Mu Yu shook his head: "I don't think so, it's just that the identification of the stone makes me a little unwilling."
"Oh, then what can make you willing?" Leader Feng asked curiously.
Mu Yu was silent. He was still young and didn't know where he would go in the future. He only knew that the purpose of coming here was to cultivate immortality and live up to the village chief's hope, that's all. But now his last hope has been shattered, which makes him very frustrated. He is not a material for cultivating immortals. He will never be able to catch up with Xiaohu.
"I have no idea."
After a long time, Mu Yu finally spoke. He really didn't know what to do to make himself willing. More than Xiaohu? Mu Yu thought of Xiaohu's domineering look during the day, and remembered how everyone looked at Xiaohu with eyes full of expectation. What should he do to surpass the guy who insulted him? Xiaohu has been accepted as a disciple by the Qingsong Sect. His future is bright, but his talent is only ugly gray and his future is bleak. How can he surpass it
"Mortals call us Immortal Master. In fact, only we ourselves know that no one is worthy of the title of Immortal Master. We are just cultivators at best. In the world of cultivation, no one has ever called each other Immortal Master. So don't care about Immortal Master. No matter how powerful the teacher is, the cultivation environment is not the most important. What is important is what you want and what kind of person you want to be, you should fight for it yourself instead of relying on a stone to decide." Master Feng said slowly.
"But without talent, it seems like you can't get into any sect."
Mu Yu whispered that he wanted to fight for it, but he was completely blind on this road and didn't know how to fight for it. If you don't join a sect, work as a handyman disciple here, and be called around by other cultivators, when will you be able to become an immortal master
"Whether your talent is gray or blue, it doesn't matter. Cultivation depends on opportunity and hard work. Talent just gives you a shortcut. People without talent just take a few more detours. Cultivation is inherently twists and turns. Yes, if you don’t even have the determination and perseverance to make detours, then what’s the point of cultivating yourself?”
Master Feng broke a flower from the crack in the stone and played with it in his hand. This flower should not have appeared here. It bloomed early, but Mu Yu accidentally let it bloom in advance.
The road to cultivation is tortuous, but the most important thing is to rely on your own determination and perseverance!
Mu Yu pondered the old man's words, but his heart became brighter and brighter, as if a ray of sunshine had swept away the haze in his heart. Nothing is easy to accomplish, and many things require a lot of hardship to succeed. If he gives up without trying hard, how can he pursue success
Mu Yu nodded slowly, bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, senior. This junior has learned a lesson."
Mu Yu stood up. He knew what he was going to do next. If he really wanted to pursue that fairy fate, then he could not let his fate be influenced by this stone. He can start as a gray disciple, and no one can tell what will happen in the future. He just doesn't like Xiaohu's arrogant look. He wants to defeat Xiaohu, and he wants to prove that his village is not the so-called village without seeds!
But he suddenly thought of something, and after a while he asked: "Senior, I wonder if you can accept me?"
Leader Feng looked at Mu Yu and said with a smile: "My sect! But it is the bottom among the twenty sects. Many people are not willing to come, and I basically don't recruit disciples in the school."
"Then how can I enter the senior's sect?" Mu Yu asked sincerely.
"Why do you want a poor and declining sect?" Leader Feng asked.
"Isn't that what senior said? The training environment is not the most important, so whether it is the first sect or the last sect, as long as you can practice, it will be fine." Mu Yu said.
Master Feng laughed loudly: "You used my words to block me. In this case, isn't it okay for you to stay in the academy and practice?"
"But if there is guidance from someone like Senior, maybe my path will be easier." Mu Yu earnestly wanted to kneel down, but he found that there was an invisible resistance preventing him from kneeling down, and he was a little confused. , I don’t understand why my legs don’t work.
"Don't make a decision in a hurry. Maybe after reading this, you won't think about coming to my sect."
Master Feng stood up, then turned his gaze to the gray stone, and continued: "This stone will not show any color without enough light, so it is impossible to accurately display a person's true talent at night. As for what your talent is, it’s up to you to find out for yourself.”
Mu Yu didn't understand what Master Feng meant, he looked at Master Feng's movements. Master Feng waved his hand, and a flying sword came out of the air. It suddenly lit up with white light. Under the white light, the stone suddenly changed from an ugly gray to a noble purple!
Purple!
Mu Yu's talent turned out to be at the purple level!