Cheng Yi was standing at the exit of Wenxian Road, and when he heard the sound of music, he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Qiyue Peak. Seeing that Cheng Yi's reaction was so big, the disciples around him were a little puzzled: "Senior Brother Cheng Yi, what happened?"
"You guys stay here, I'll go back when I go." Cheng Yi pointed his toes and rushed towards Qiyue Peak.
Several disciples were confused: "What can make Senior Brother Cheng Yi so anxious?"
"Could it be that Junior Sister Konghou has gone out of seclusion?" a disciple said, "Two years ago, Junior Sister Konghou has been unable to retreat since she obtained the instrument of life, and I don't know what happened."
As the two of them were talking, a ragged young man walked out on Wenxian Road. His hair was disheveled and he staggered up. His fingers were covered in mud and blood, his face was frozen blue from the winter snow, and his eyes were bright. scary.
Stepping up to the last step, with a smile on his face, he swayed and sat down on the snow.
He climbed up, finally got up.
Mount Moon Peak.
Kong Hou walked out of the cave door, looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside, and exhaled a white breath: "It's winter again."
"Junior sister, are you out?" Cheng Yi flew over, saw her relaxed expression, and asked with a smile, "Is everything going well?"
"Huh?" Konghou nodded and pointed to Wenxian Road in the distance, "There seem to be a lot of people over there, what's going on inside the door?"
"The sect recruits disciples every ten years, and those are ordinary people who plan to worship the Yunhua Sect." Cheng Yi saw that Konghou seemed a little curious about this matter, "Do you want to take a look?"
"Yeah." Konghou nodded, jumped down with a boost of energy, and flew in the direction of Wen Xianlu.
At the exit of Wenxian Road, in addition to the Yunhuamen disciples, there were also a few ordinary people with tired expressions and no cultivation. No matter whether their clothes are gorgeous or shabby, no one dares to make a loud noise, striving to show their best appearance in front of Yunhua Gate.
"A fairy flew over." A teenager in his teens looked up into the air and exclaimed in a low voice.
The others also looked up, and saw a young girl in a green skirt walking on the snow, her blue silk fluttering in the wind, which made ordinary people who seldom come into contact with monks stare blankly.
The ragged boy raised his head and glanced, imitating other people's appearance, followed by an expression of admiration, stretched out his hand to straighten the shabby clothes, and stripped the hair from his forehead, so that his handsome face was completely revealed. .
However, the girl did not approach them, she just smiled and glanced at them in the air, and gave them a distant salute. Then he took out a flying sword from his sleeve and stepped on the flying sword to go away.
"That female fairy just now is so beautiful." It took a long while for a slightly fat boy in a brocade robe to regain his senses.
"That's a direct disciple from our sect. You behave well. Maybe you will have the opportunity to teach her senior sister or uncle in the future." The Yunhua Sect disciple smiled, "There is still an hour left, and an hour later, ask the immortal. The road is closed for the next assessment."
"Personal disciple..." The ragged young man whispered and clenched his fists silently.
"Why don't you go down to see?" Cheng Yi asked Konghou, "Aren't you curious?"
"I'm afraid that if I go, it will affect their performance." Konghou jumped off the flying sword and stood still on the martial arts field. She was brought back directly by her master. Looking at the disciples who worked so hard to enter the sect, she felt a little guilty.
"It's really a different year, and I'm thinking more and more thoughtfully." Cheng Yi saw a few of his classmates walking towards him, knowing that they were looking for Konghou, and said hurriedly, "I'll go to the assessment office to see what's there. If you can help, your second senior brother has recently retreated, so you can go to see the master later." After speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Konghou's response.
It wasn't that he didn't want to chat with Konghou for a while, but it was because Linghui's female disciples were so good at talking that he looked at them and felt that their heads were too big. After staying in Yunhuamen for more than a hundred years, he would never understand why after women stay together, they can talk about any topic easily? What made him even more puzzled was that they had spent a lot of energy on jewelry, hair, chatting, etc., and their cultivation was still intact
Although most of the time, Cheng Yi has an unspeakable fear of these women, but he also hopes that his little junior sister can be like them, happy and beautiful, and no one dares to bully in the world of self-cultivation.
"Junior Sister Konghou." Linghui and a few junior sisters surrounded Konghou, "I've become a lot more spiritual."
My family members always look at their own family members with a certain mentality that our junior sisters are the best looking. Linghui also has a bit of this mentality when looking at Konghou. In her eyes, Konghou's fair skin is called Blowing Bombs, his almond eyes are called Qiushui Yingying, and his dark hair is called ink-dyed blue silk. Anyway, anywhere is fine.
"Junior sister's cultivation base has grown again?" Another female disciple asked in surprise, "It's only been two years, and junior sister is actually a fifth-order foundation-building cultivator?" too fast.
"Junior Sister Konghou," a senior sister hesitated, "Cultivation certainly requires effort, but we can't make ourselves work too hard. Although we pursue the Great Way of Longevity, if we just seek to live, what's the point of longevity?" She was afraid of Konghou. Blindly focusing on cultivation, making oneself lacking in the five senses, and not even having normal emotions, how can one pursue the path of becoming immortal
Pity the heaven and the earth for the gods. If they are ruthless and heartless, they can achieve the Dao, then the stones on the side of the road have already soared, so how can it be their turn to cultivate their bodies and minds? Throughout the ages, no one who cultivated the ruthless Dao has ever had a good end.
"Senior sisters, don't worry, I know." Konghou smiled. Her cultivation had not improved in the past two months. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally found the reason. Since birth, she has lived in a high palace wall and has not been exposed to the outside world. Later, she was taken to Yunhuamen by her master, and she was always spoiled by her brothers and sisters. She only went down the mountain occasionally for a walk, and never really had contact with the "outside".
How can you expand your horizons if you haven't seen it or been in contact with it
It is already luck to be able to successfully build the foundation. But if she stays in Yunhuamen all the time, as a little junior sister who is spoiled by her senior brothers and seniors, she will never have the opportunity to grow up, and it is even less likely that she will become stronger.
"Senior Sister Linghui, have you ever walked outside alone?" Konghou asked.
"Of course I've been there. Each of our direct disciples will go out to practice alone during the Foundation Establishment period." Speaking of which, Linghui paused, "Junior sister, do you want to go out?" When she went out, she had already lived thirty or forty years. In 2000, although the junior sister was almost the same as her at that time, but she was still young, so the uncle Wangtong would not agree.
Kong Hou smiled and said nothing.
In order to dispel her idea, Linghui said, "Let's go, let's go to Huiying Hall to see how many disciples we can recruit this year."
In Huiying Hall, the disciples who passed the assessment stood in two rows. In order to be considerate of these ordinary people who have no cultivation base, there are several large brass lotus-carved roasting cages in the hall, which make the whole hall very warm.
The sect master, peak master, and steward were all in the hall, looking at the twenty disciples with neither sadness nor joy on their faces. Although the disciples who passed the assessment this year did not surprise them, they were not too disappointed either. The real surprise was brought back by Wangtong six years ago.
"What's your name?" Qing Yuan pointed to the shabby boy standing second from the left.
"Disciple returns." The young man knelt down, raised his hands in front of his forehead, and bowed respectfully.
"Return." Qing Yuan nodded, "Cultivator Shan Linggen, not bad."
"Junior Brother Qingyuan is going to accept him as an inner disciple of Chenxia Peak?" Pei Huai asked curiously.
The boy kneeling on the ground moved his eyelids and knelt steadily, as if he didn't respond to Pei Huai's words.
"No need, just follow the rules." Qing Yuan shook his head slightly, "After a year's assessment, let's talk about these things again." Although Shan Linggen is rare, there are twenty new entry disciples present, and special treatment for the other nineteen disciples not good.
Pei Huai breathed a sigh of relief, he also thought it was better.
"That's it." Heng Yan, who was sitting in the middle, took a sip of tea and said to the steward of Wuxingtang, "Take these disciples down to rest, let them rest for two days, get familiar with the environment inside the door, and then teach them Beginning of practice."
"Yes." The steward of Wuxingtang stood up and said gently to the twenty disciples, "Come with me."
Twenty disciples hurriedly followed behind the steward, carefully looking around. For them, the white and unsullied floor under their feet amazed them, and the flying beasts and Yujian's classmates made them want to take a second look.
"Wow!" The fat man in the fancy clothes couldn't help but exclaimed, "So many beautiful fairies."
The new disciples turned their heads one after another. In the Baiyu Pavilion not far away, there were several beautiful female disciples who were also looking over here.
"Everyone, come with me, don't stay here." The steward took them across the stone steps and walked in the other direction, "They are all direct disciples of the peaks. You can't be rude when you see them in the future."
"Disciple remember."
The ragged young man turned his head and glanced at the pavilion. In his dark pupils, the miserable white snow was reflected.